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In general I do not like to bore my readers with personal matters. I believe that this online resource should be used to further the understanding of what BDSM and in particular Master/slave relationships mean. I cannot help but revisit that goal. Back when I started writing this resource I knew that it would be a very abitious goal. I have as job that demands a lot of my attention and I do like to devote time to my slave now that we are finally living together. I am not someone glued to the Computer and I do not necessarily think that investing money in a hobby is the best use of my cash.

The Return on Investment I get from this work is the knowlegde that others benefit and that one person might change her or his point of view on BDSM and the many ideas it encompasses.

Albeit it might sound like a complaint I have to stress that it is not, I am trying to find a better feedback loop. In 2006 Jakob Nielsen published a work on participation inequalities on the Internet. He coined the 90-9-1 rule which states:

90% of users are lurkers (i.e., read or observe, but don’t contribute).

9% of users contribute from time to time, but other priorities dominate their time.

1% of users participate a lot and account for most contributions: it can seem as if they don’t have lives because they often post just minutes after whatever event they’re commenting on occurs.

If that is the case for this web-site then I am in big trouble.

When I am active or a new comic is published this web-site get around 100 unique visitors a day. Going by the rule above I wouldhave nine casual contributors a day and one person burning to contribute. I do not see those numbers and I do not expect to see them in a long time.

I am craving a better feedback mechanism and I think I need to explain that this is not an effort of myself alone. I am more than open to guest writers, people wanting to contribute to the Normion gallery and of course other content which might have value to indivudals learning more about our community.

Personally I feel that I have failed creating a feedback loop which puts me in touch with my readers. This web-site is usually not being commented on, because my statements are of a more general nature and not as personal as my slave’s.

Email, online forms and of course soliticing for feedback in the comments seem rather inefficient when you communicate with a very narrow target audience. I am asking for help this time. Do you have any ideas on how to better communicate with you.

I want to remove the fear some people have when it comes to participating and communicating on thisd specific topic. The many ideas I have had to make this happen continue to form, here are just a few and you are welcome to speak and comment on all of them:

BDSM 101, our comical take on M/s
Normion, a free gallery of commisioned Fetish pictures
BDSM Fashionistas, an attempt at BDSM centric apparel and a fashion line
BDSM for Charity, the idea of creating a fetish specific calendar for sale, all proceeds would go to charity
BDSM Interviews as text, audio or even video.
Interactive map of Fetish Models and Photographers.

Some of these I have begun working on, others are a growing seed in my mind.
I want the community to be a part of this process and thus ask for your input.
Leaving a comment is the easiest way of getting in touch. No worries, your comments will not be visible to the world right away and if you make it apparent in the comment I will not publish it, but only use it to get in contact and discuss your feedback.

The doors are opened, welcome in!

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Treat Her Like The Rarest of Commodities

Posted: May 11th, 2009, 6:33pm CEST by Master

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I spent the last few days being sick. Not due to some illness that had befallen me, but my choice. My wisdom teeth had to come out and because I am notoriously shy when it comes to going to the dentist I gathered all my resolve and “had it done”. Being dependent on my slave is nothing I fear, I am not the stereotypical male with the hardcore belief system that you only go to the doctor when your arm half falls off and that crying from excruciating pain makes you a “pussy”.

My inability to be in control over the past couple of days, mostly thanks to the wonderfully effective oxycodone I happily swallowed every four hours,was not truly a choice of mine. I loath the feeling of loosing control over myself and the situation I am in or about to put myself in.

I have and had nothing to worry about though. As prejudice as it may sound, I personally feel that there seems to be a lack of respect on the most basic level for slaves. This is especially something I seem to notice when ownership is already established and “Master does as he likes”. I came to ask myself what it is that makes us dominants think of our slaves more like a chore rather than a precious commodity.

I will no try to lump everyone together, so this is directed at the ones who do not feel that being “nice” or considerate belong in the “job description” of being a dominant.
That we live in an illusion of control as dominants should be something that we can all agree on by now. There are enough articles, resources and lengthy essays on the topic strewn all over the digital space. I do not think it is necessary to revisit the topic, let us assume for it to be true.

It is my slave’s choice to serve me and to subject herself to my control and her emotional well being plays an important role in that ability. For her to serve well it is in my best interest to keep her in a state where she is not only emotionally complete but where she feels appreciated. Through the haze and mist of demeaning behaviour, abusive language and degrading play with any human being there is always an inner core left which needs nurturing.

My ability to balance minimum of effort with maximum impact makes it easy to manage my slave and her expectations, not only in me, but also herself. Stopping by the store on my way home to pick up a single flower has insignificant impact on free time or money, but the gesture itself has a maximum of impact on her. Not only does it reflect that I care about her, it is also a calculated gesture to reinforce that I appreciate the emotional and physical toll my slave is paying everyday by being who she is.

Being considerate is not about cuddling and spoiling your property, it also most definitely is not about spending thousands of dollars on her. The requirement is one that is much harder to fulfill and that is what makes it so precious to her, you need to invest time and thought.

There are thousands of ways to invest some thought into what your slave does for you on a daily basis and I am not only referring to plain servitude that might be encapsulated in her cooking, cleaning, washing, doing the taxes, baking, sucking your cock or walking the dog. Your mileage will vary and you know best how your slave is most useful to you in the environment you have chosen to create for each other.

You will not create an imbalance in power just because you decide to do the dishes for once or because you decide to cook next Friday. Consistency is important in any Master/slave relationship but exceptions only reinforce the rule. Your property knows very well that you do not have to do the dishes, that you do not have to cook. She understands that you do it as a choice, that you choose to do it, because you decided that she deserves it. You are gifting her with your time and what is there that is more precious in this world. Time easily is the one commodity that cannot be recovered, once it is given or used for a particular circumstance it is gone, irrevocably so. What better and more pleasing is there to anyone than to think “…and he spent it on me…”.

The fact that I bring home a flower is negligible, sure it looks good and I know my slave likes roses what makes it special is that I invested time. I would sincerely suggest that you reconsider the next time you feel that a manicure or a new haircut is an adequate way to guerdon your slave. How much time do you invest in her nails or her hair?

Your properties emotional well being is the most precious commodity you have in your relationship and by extension that makes her physical form just as important. Closing the loop and returning to the statement of being nice, I took the liberty of looking up the term nice, amongst many other definition, this is the one that struck me most:

Exhibiting courtesy and politeness: a nice gesture.

To me it is quite obvious that regardless of the lifestyle we choose to make a part of who we are exhibiting courtesy and politeness should be a part of any relationship. I accede that courtesy and politeness in a M/s relationship need to be measured against a different scale than in a vanilla relationship, yet they need to be present and ingrained in the dynamic of the relationship for it to truly work.

Sustainability can only be achieved when you replenish what you take at an equal or greater rate than it is being depleted. I am not advocating for you to be the nicest Master on the planet nor do I think that every slave needs the same level of courtesy and politeness. Some might need little to none others might be more fragile and demand such attention in order not to break, but what I urge anyone is to find their equilibrium of niceness.

Treat your property as the rarest of commodities, with the understand that what you take out of her might not be so easily replaced and what you might end up replacing it with might turn out to not be pleasing at all.

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Red Thin Lines

Posted: March 25th, 2009, 6:54pm CET by Master

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We recently collected two kittens which I had purchased a while back. They are many things, but one thing becomes progressively clear to me. The are exceptionally playful kittens. I expect that behaviour and I also expect their behaviour to change even more. As they are becoming more familiar with their environment they will become bolder, test boundaries and thus become even more playful.

My slave seems to be going through the same transition at the moment. I have always expected her to be playful and while we live this lifestyle 24/7, I do not believe that we need to cultivate the common perception of 24/7 seriousness within all Master/slave relationships.

As she is becoming more familiar with me and feeling safer with us being together physically I am experiencing her subconsciously experimenting with my willingness to let behaviours slide. Sje also seems to deliberately test how often I will accept her saying no, when we have long ago established that a simple no will not do for her as my slave.

I expect her to act like this for too many reasons to list here, one of the main reasons though is that she is a human being and we often test the limits of the environment we are in once we have come to be very comfortable with it.

It is my duty as her Owner to harness this additional energy. When we are unsure of ourselves and doubt the environment we are in we exert a lot of additional bits of energy on that state of mind. We deliberate and ponder, we delay our decision making process and we generally take longer .

With her recent request for a photo session she has clearly indicated to me that she is getting more secure with me and our current situation of living together.

I know there was a certain level of apprehension prior to us being in the same physical space. We had had a very long lasting long distance relationship and we now had to transform it to something else. Neither of us could be 100% sure that it would work out.

It is now up to me to use her new found willingness to explorer and channel it into the right outlets. Very much like I want the kittens to be wild, run around, mock-fight, scratch and bite. I simply need to guide them to do it on the scratching post and not my feet.

I will monitor the situation, I will also continue to use the list of rules my slave has asked for to channel her behaviour. It will make it easier for me to adjust my own expectations as I am becoming more open with this situation myself.

If all fails, there is always the possibility of corrective action, however at this point in time I would be most reluctant to employ such a harsh instrument. Energy is simply that, it is energy. It is my job now to channel it into something positive.

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Having A Bath - Time Is Precious

Posted: March 7th, 2009, 6:03pm CET by Master

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Personal hygiene is important and I have never been a fan of a quick shower. I like water too much for that and simply having it rush down my skin does not seem to be satisfying enough to me. I have always been a fan of having a bath, the bubbles and the sheer tranquility of resting half submerged in the warm water are restful to me. Being clean is a necessity and coupling it with something that brings you pleasure seems to make a lot of sense. While living alone I had to do all the things to sustain me by myself, there simply was no one available to help me or to do things for me.

It has been a long time since I had someone with me. Living the relationship that I have has always been joyful, yet while my slave and I were physically separated I learned to focus on different pleasures. Mostly those which are not tied into a measure of close proximity. Having her with me opens a whole new world of simple pleasures. It also opens Pandora’s box a little further than before

I pride myself in having an able slave with the desire to have a career and I am quite capable of the mundane chores living together bestows upon us. I can draw my own bath, I can do the laundry and I can cook. I can iron, vacuum and clean the windows. I can do the grocery shopping and all the other chores necessary for a successful relationship, but do I want to?

Even with my slave getting ready to enter the dreadful cycle of nine to five work once more, as her owner should I not rest my desire to be served completely on her shoulders?
Lucky for me I have a much stronger desire for her to be successful in her career than I need to have her draw my bath. It makes it much easier for me to follow the rationale of time and how that fits around my desire to claim all her free time.

The train of thought is very simple. My slave and I are supposed to work hard and generate the necessary income to buy us time. No one can generate time and our linear thinking of time complicates matters quite a bit, but we can buy ourselves time by offloading the tasks which would consume it otherwise. I have always expressed to my slave that once she goes back to her regular work schedule I will make an effort to find a maid or someone else who will be in a position to help with selected tasks around the house.

We are by no means rich, but combining our income we are wealthy by Canadian standards and I would rather spend a little bit of money to have one more hour alone and uninterrupted with my slave than spend it on something which has no lasting value.

Dry your tears now, this is not an utterly romantic notion of my desire to bask in my slave’s love. I am greedy and I like to have life lived my way. I refuse to accept that I have to follow the same rules and standard procedures everybody else follows. My desire to free my slave’s time has nothing to do with my desire to make her life easier, it is a reflection of my desire for her to serve me. Without distractions and without the necessity to stretch herself so thin that she is no longer fit to serve.

I want quality in everything I own and everything I do. I expect the highest level of dedication and craftsmanship from my slave in everything she does for me. I consider it my duty to create an environment where she can focus on that and this is most easily done by creating a home that is well cared for. If that means someone else cares for some of the more mundane aspects, then so be it.

Time is more precious than anything else on this planet to me, it cannot be created and once the opportunity to restructure a particular action is gone, it will not come up ever again. Balancing these opportunities and maintaining a relationship which allows us both to exploit them fully is somewhat the next step in my ownership of her.

The discussion around having a toy in our home is not only important to me because I know that my slave and I would have a lot of fun with her, but also because I would expect her to help with the creation of the environment I described above. Just as my slave has a career, I would expect the same of the toy, most likely it would be University studies for her, depending on her age, but still I would put more burden on her shoulders. Having the ability to balance the chores between three people, yes I include myself, makes life easier for all of us, frees up time and thus allows us to exploit opportunities.

It is my sincere belief that many relationships fail because we get trapped in a routine that becomes so frustrating and depressing that we either break free by doing something that hurts our partner or by running away, thus deserting the relationship as a whole. The saying variety is the spice of life does not exist for nothing, the inherent truth to those words is that we thrive on new sensations and that such new experiences can rekindle a dying flame.

I need to have my bath, I need to brush my teeth, I need to eat, I need to wash my clothes and a hundred other things in order to sustain a decent standard of living, but I do not need my slave to become my maid. She does not have time for that, I expect other things of her, so now it is left to me to make that happen.

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Audi Is Kinky - Power And Control

Posted: January 20th, 2009, 4:22am CET by Master

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UPDATE: Now with pictures, read to the end though first

Control and power have always gone hand in hand for me. There is no merit in all the power of the world when you are unable to control it. Just as mankind has learned to harness the power of the atom and then control it, I have to teach myself everyday how to exert my control.

Recently I have been thinking a little more about this very topic and that has been brought on by a new “toy” that we acquired. It is actually a car, but given the fact that it is a performance car with absolutely no legitimate reason to still exist in our globally warmed up world, I will refer to it as a the “boy toy”.

Apart from every technical gadgets conceivable by the Audi engineers this bot toy comes with an engine that tries to convince the driver that he is actually part time pilot in a rocket ship rather than normal diver of a car. The good old combustion engine has been the embodiment of raw energy for so many years and Audi seems to have taken it to a whole new level with this one. Good reliable “Vorsprung durch Technik”. There is only one problem with this whole picture of the gas guzzling, V8 roaring power plant and that comes in the form of speed limits.

Speed limits can be found everywhere in life and as much as they apply to my right foot when it gets tempted to press the accelerator paddle just a little further down, they also apply to a Master and slave relationship.

My slave has given me total control over her a long time ago, proverbially she has put me in control of her engine. I can rev it as highly as I want, I can turn it on and off and I can control every aspect of it.

A far too simplistic view. It would be nice if life was that simple and modern engines are like life. Much like the ECU in my car which does not allow me to control all aspects of the engine, there is an ECU that drives my slave. That ECU does not like to play ball now and then and that is when power meets control and vice versa.

I know that my slave is incredibly powerful in her own right that “her engine” sometimes screams to be unleashed asking me to put the pedal to the metal. So there I am, ready to grip her (steering wheel) a little harder, preparing for the kickback, only to notice that nothing happens. When it comes to certain topics in our relationship, such as animals, puppy play, bimbo play and some others I can press the pedal as much as I want, her internal ECU seems to say quite decisively:
“Not today, buster!”.

Why would that be a problem though?

When you are stopped by flashing blue lights, it is too late you already broke the speed limit. When the rev limiter kicks in, it is already too late you pushed the engine too hard. When my slave’s internal “management” kicks in it is too late as well, the damage has already been done.

Having all the power of the world and not knowing how to control it can only cause more harm than good. Which is very poignantly so proven by the occurrence of Nagasaki and Hiroshima.

I know that I need to restrain myself and apply more pressure (to her gas pedal) only when I can be sure that the speed limit and the road conditions allow for it.

Every-time I am about to hit 70 KMH in third gear and want to push on I am reminded of that. It is physically hard for me to ease off the accelerator. I want to push on, go faster, abuse the power I have. Just as a part of my slave seems to be talking to me, clawing at walls, a monster that wants to be unleashed, the boy toy does the same. A rumbling of 420, V8 enabled, horses trying to break out of the corral.

Which brings me to another point:
Knowing your limits applies to everything and sometimes you need to limit yourself until you are ready.

This car has an “S” Button, which puts the car into sports mode. Apparently that changes throttle behaviour and generally changes the boy toy from a purring big tiger into a really pissed off Kodiak bear. I have had the boy toy for about a week now and I have not used that button yet.

I know that I am not ready for it yet. As the boy toy is a manual I have to get used to the clutch, the resistance point and driving a car with an electronic accelerator pedal. Shifting out of first into second is not as smooth as I would like it to be just yet and quicker throttle response will not help with the learning process.
I have been driving a manual all my life, just like I believe that deep inside I have been a dominant all my life, but that does not mean I am ready to be a rigger or toss my whip at my slave’s back nor does owning a boy toy automatically make me a second Mikka Häkkinnen.

I guess what it all boils down to is that true control is with those who have ultimate power but rarely if ever make use of it.

The knowledge that I can go from 0 KMH to 100 KMH (that is 0 MPH to 60 MPH for you US readers) in 4.8 seconds is enough. I do not need to prove it to myself everyday by drag racing down Eglington Avenue. I am safe in my understanding and belief that when I need the power it is there. Just like I know that when I need to unleash the beast in my slave it will happily come out and play.

Am I ready for that? I do not know, we shall find out soon enough now that the cage is no longer 8000 kilometres away from me.

…and on a side note, if you want pictures of the boy toy, leave me a comment.
…and here they are, over on flickr

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A Little Bimbo Dream - BDSM 101 #11

Posted: January 9th, 2009, 2:20am CET by Master

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This entry is part 13 of 13 in the series BDSM 101

Some things we like to keep under wraps and some things only come to us in our sleep. This is a controversial dream, a rather humiliating one. But as everyone else, even slaves have to dream and when they do that often brings rather interesting ideas and concepts to light.

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A BDSM 101 Happy New Year

Posted: January 1st, 2008, 11:00pm CET by Master

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This entry is part 12 of 13 in the series BDSM 101

Out with the old and in with the new. As 2008 leaves and 2009 arrives my puppet and I wish all of you a wonderful new year. May it be as kinky as you can possibly imagine.

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Proximity - Coming To You In 2009

Posted: December 27th, 2008, 6:56pm CET by Master

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The new year will be different, 2009 marks the beginning of a significant change in the relationship I have with my slave. The parameters of our physical proximity will change. Instead of being more than 4000 miles away she will only be centimetres from me.

To me nothing changes, the distance between us was always a trivial matter to me. With modern travel allowing us to cross the ocean in a matter of five hours and flights readily available my slave was never more than a few hours away. My slave usually was not away at all, all that it took to get a hold of her was a phone, email or other forms of electronic communication.

People say with proximity you will learn whether the chemistry is right. Luckily we have had that proximity already and I am quite sure that our chemical balance will not be shaken by spending more time with each other. I would however recommend to any couple out there which has not had that opportunity yet to meet before making a long-term commitment to a change in proximity.

In a matter of speaking many things will become more convenient. I can better influence and exploit the physical lessons of my slave and I can help her with the development of a very personal direction of what she does online. Myself I will continue working on this web-presence and I would like to spend more time building a community around community related news. If I start out with the Greater Toronto Area I should be able to branch further from there. being close to New York will help the cause as well.

I have not forgotten about the BDSM Fashionista (click the picture on the left) and the idea is still warm in the back of my head, however logistics might put that on the back-burner for a while. I still wonder whether there is a market in providing these services to the community and whether this market is so driven by a niche that you can only be successful when you have the right network and contacts in real life.

There are many things I would like to focus on, building a strong community around BDSM enabled clothes and paraphernalia is only one aspect of it. Don and I will continue to work on BDSM 101 and hopefully I will start to provide them in colour from now on. That does depend on how the loony recovers against the US dollar. I also want to continue my mapping project for BDSM and Fetish related Photographers and Models.

I would argue that my new found proximity to my slave and to the environment we will both be living in will make things a little bit more uniform and I can start concentrating on recruiting more people to help. I would love to have others working with me on the projects that have been cluttering up my mind. I know that I will still have to fit in work into my day, but I would like to get busy, build a network of friends and get busy as quickly as I can. Using my Fetlife Profile has been effective to some degree but I feel that even more time needs to be spent with the community.

I will spend a considerable amount of time on the weekends looking up places in the GTA so that I can not only generate better content for this web-presence but also to get to learn more about the community in the GTA. Deep inside me I would hope that most Canadian are utterly kinkified and just waiting to add me to their list of perverted brethren.

I should also continue with my list of BDSM online stores on reddit, as it would be nice to see how the kinky world out there rates those service providers. I would especially be interested in adding your favourite store to the list. Please do not be shy and leave the link in the comments. Yes, shameless advertisement for your own store is also allowed.

Neglected a bit in the past but “Five Things You Need” will make a strong comeback in 2009. As I am exploring I am sure to find many more things than five that I will have a need of sharing with you.

I cannot complain, 2008 has been a good year, it has given me a direction and reaffirmed that I love who I am and what I do. I have had many things I can celebrate, not to mention this move, and I have the tragic loss of a doll which I never really had a chance to make mine to consider.

It seems to me that 2009 already has a lot of potential, I will require your help and your feedback. Hearing from all of you feels good, so drop me an email or leave a comment.

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Kinky Christmas Wishes

Posted: December 24th, 2008, 5:46pm CET by Master

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I would like to wish all of you a wonderfully white, utterly spankable kiny Christmas.
Christmas in my heritage is celebrated on the evening of the 24th of December. There is no Santa Clause, but the kinky and utterly adorable Christkindl takes over.

I hope that your wishes will come true, I hope that you all of you will make one of my wishes come true by continuing to read this resource and provide your valuable feedback.

Please enjoy a safe, quiet and peaceful Christmas. Remember those who are less fortunate! Go and spend some time in a homeless shelter, volunteer your time. Buy a Christmas gift for those who cannot afford them, a cow is a good start. Remember that Karma is something that will give back to you unbeknown to you.

Frohe Weihnachten!

PS: Yes, there will be a special BDSM 101 strip for New Years.

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Anal Training Revisited - Creating a Gap(e)

Posted: November 30th, 2008, 1:46pm CET by Master

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Continued training of my slave’s abilities is very important to me and it ensures that my slave never tires of improving herself for me. Regular readers might be aware that I am quite fond of anal sex and how to best use and train my slave’s asscunt has been a topic here before.

A while back I have decided that I would like to train my slave even further and give her the ability to exert better control over her muscles and in particular the ability to stretch and relax her asscunt for my use. To help her with that I have decided to use a toy mentioned here before, the Rectal Dilator Kit.

Rectal Dilator Kit

The RDK will help with the training of my slave as it is specifically engineered to relax the outer and inner sphincter. It features a hollow tube inside the toys to ensure that no pressure builds up as the training commences.

I believe that it is necessary for any Owner of a slave to push their ideas of how the property may serve them better into concrete actions. This does not necessarily mean that your slave will like what you are doing to her. Ensuring her emotional well being might be one of the key tenants of being a good Master but you should never take it too far. There will always be desires and needs that you want your slave to fulfill for you which she has no immediate desire to fulfill for you. The RDK is a good example for that when it comes to my slave. She is apprehensive and because she knows that this will not be the most pleasurable of sensations her mind and body both reject it. None the less I know she will succeed because she is competitive and she wants to be pleasing for me.

Never underestimate your slave’s will to please, it can be her biggest motivator and you need to foster that relationship with her. Because I wanted to remove some of the apprehension that my slave had towards this tool I allowed her to come up with the training plan herself. I wanted her to feel comfortable, as best as possible, and give her some control over how quickly she needs to progress through the toys to achieve a pleasing result.

Here is what she came up with:

There are five dilators and so I believe initial training should carry over five weeks with two weeks for extra training.

Week One:

First Day: One Hour, in the evening.

Second Day: One Hour, in the evening.

Third Day: Two Hours, in the evening.

Fourth Day: Two Hours, in the evening.

Fifth Day: Three Hours, in the evening.

Sixth Day: No training.

Seventh Day: One Hour during the day; Three Hours, in the evening.

Week Two:

First Day: 90 minutes, in the evening.

Second Day: 90 minutes, in the evening.

Third Day: 2.5 Hours, in the evening.

Fourth Day: 2.5 Hours, in the evening.

Fifth Day: 3 Hours, in the evening.

Sixth Day: One Hour with first weeks dilator.

Seventh Day: One Hour during the day; Three Hours, in the evening.

Week Three:

First Day: 90 minutes, in the evening.

Second Day: 90 minutes, in the evening.

Third Day: 2.5 Hours, in the evening.

Fourth Day: 2.5 Hours, in the evening.

Fifth Day: 3 hours, in the evening.

Sixth Day: 90 minutes with second weeks dilator.

Seventh Day: One Hour during the day; Three Hours, in the evening.

Week Four:

First Day: 90 minutes, in the evening.

Second Day: 90 minutes, in the evening.

Third Day: 2.5 Hours, in the evening.

Fourth Day: 2.5 Hours, in the evening.

Fifth Day: 3 Hours, in the evening.

Sixth Day: 2 hours with third weeks dilator.

Seventh Day: One Hour during the day; Three Hours, in the evening.

Week Five:

First Day: 90 minutes, in the evening.

Second Day: 90 minutes, in the evening.

Third Day: 2.5 Hours, in the evening.

Fourth Day: 2.5 Hours, in the evening.

Fifth Day: 3 Hours, in the evening.

Sixth Day: 2.5 Hours with fourth weeks dilator.

Seventh Day: One Hour during the day; Three Hours, in the evening.

Week Six:

First Day: 90 minutes, in the evening with first weeks dilator.

Second Day: 2 Hours, in the evening with second weeks dilator.

Third Day: 2.5 Hours, in the evening with third weeks dilator.

Fourth Day: 3 Hours, in the evening with fourth weeks dilator.

Fifth Day: 3.5 Hours, in the evening with fourth weeks dilator.

Sixth Day: 4 Hours, in the evening with fifth weeks dilator.

Seventh Day: 2 Hours during the day; Four Hours, in the evening with fifth weeks dilator.

Week Seven:

First Day: Sleep with fifth weeks dilator all night.

Second Day: Sleep with fifth weeks dilator all night.

Third Day: Sleep with fifth weeks dilator all night.

Fourth Day: Sleep with fifth weeks dilator all night.

Fifth Day: Sleep with fifth weeks dilator all night.

Sixth Day: Sleep with fifth weeks dilator all night.

Seventh Day: 3 Hours during the day; sleep with fifth weeks dilator all night.

I am pleased with this approach. It is not too ambitious and still there are enough challenges. Her training will start on the first of December, commence through the rest of 2008 and by the middle of January 2009 I should be able to inspect a considerable improvement in muscle control.
Remember to always be patient with your slave when it comes to training her body. Muscles are not meant to change from today to tomorrow. Along with the physical change her mind also needs to catch up and process the fact that stretching her colon will not damage her or cause her to be “loose”. After the six weeks of training I might consider to continue training her with the third largest toy for long-term wear.

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In Memoriam

Posted: November 20th, 2008, 12:07pm CET by Master

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I am the last in a chain of people affected by grief. By the tragedy of loss and I know this will hurt.

My doll has been broken and there is no way to fix her.

Someone I had believed to be precious, someone I had believed to be capable of enhancing my slaves and my own life is gone forever.

Candace Elizabeth Cain
December 17, 1984 – November 18, 2008

Candy surely did not deserve to leave this world so early in her life. Surely she deserved more happiness, joy and loving attention than she had received in her past. Two days ago candy left for a better place, where she can smile, laugh, tease and be as kinky as she always wanted to be.

I will miss you candy, because I was never allowed to really get to know you. I will not forget you and I hope you will not forget me while you sit on your cloud dangling your legs.

I will remember you with a smile and these words on my lips:

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that ’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
George Gordon Byron

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My puppet, My doll - Obey!

Posted: November 15th, 2008, 2:13pm CET by Master

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I am fortunate as an individual. I grew up in a very good home, my parents went through a great deal of trouble to ensure that I get the best education, that I can travel and learn about the world and I have enjoyed some rather unique experiences over the years. For my age I can truly say that I am well travelled and that I understand the intricacies of this world better than most. It does sound arrogant, does it not? It is the truth though, my life has been exceptionally good.

I know that my well being, my career and my emotional safety are something I am taking very seriously, I would think that all comes with the insecurities of a dominant person. My slave is an extension of that security blanket and she is most ingenious when it comes to serving as such for me.

I love my slave and she is the pinnacle of a long search in my life what I expect and want from a relationship, yet now and then she surprises me. She has revealed that she feels that I deserve more than her, that she wants the dolly and herself to be utterly devoted to me. She feels that is something I deserve.

It led me to question whether anyone can deserve two slaves. Can you deserve three, four or ten slaves? I will admit that the thought is thrilling, yet deep in my belly I am still grappling with the logistics of such an arrangement.

My conscious mind with all its logic and deductive powers quite clearly has an idea how to run a household with two slaves, how to ensure that both are happy, how to feed, clothes and progress them as individuals. My subconscious is not as clear on that very topic. How to you share love? Do you share love at all? How do you ration attention and is attention more valuable when you give it to one slave alone or does it count when you give it to both of them at the same time?

My slave, she is my puppet. Held on invisible strings forever attached to me. Our dolly is not drawn on strings and yet I want to manipulate every part of her life, just like you would with a doll. To me there is a distinction. I crave to show our doll that there are many good things in life and we both want to share them with her. These things expand far beyond what one might usually find in a BDSM relationship. Some of the things which I will do with puppet and dolly include but are not limited to:

Sending dolly to school, we find that she would make an excellent corporate law lawyer.
Sending dolly to pilates lessons to ensure her body remains flawless and flexible for use.
Expecting dolly and puppet to learn a second language and in good time a third language. These will most likely be German and French.
German is my native tongue and French is the second language in Canada.
Sending dolly to ballet or salsa lessons to improve her posture, gait and presentation.

There are many other areas which I am beginning to take into consideration. What is most important is that I can build a relationship model which allows both my dolly and my puppet to feel safe, loved and cherished. With that security blanket in place it will be up to each one of them to develop a unique form of devotion.

While my puppet is bound to me by her strings and the three years we have shared the dolly does not have those invisible and unbreakable chords binding her to me. For the dolly, my slave and I need to create an environment of worship and utter devotion. The dolly is surely allowed to leave at any time, she needs to have her own friends and experiences, but when the proverbial evening comes, I would expect her need and devotion to draw her home, where she belongs and that is with me and my puppet.

This is the ultimate in control to me. Not only to possess and the guide, but to be in a position where you can positively guide and shape a human beings life. While this is something parents probably do all the time my little arrangement transfers all control to me. IT is quite an exhilarating feeling to even speculate and think about this.

Life has put me into a position where I have the financial means to change another individuals life because it is precious to me and I feel that individual deserves better though my guidance.

With all that said, I am also a human being that is simple a male. I like women, no I love them. I revel in their beauty and I appreciate their uniqueness. Why would I not want to go to bed and wake up with two of creatures of such individual beauty tending to all my wishes and needs? Learning to be a puppeteer is a very hard and arduous journey, now is the time for me to pull the strings, place the limbs of the doll and reap my pleasures. Immerse them in a mantra of their own and create a world of utmost devotion.

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My Doll Is Your Doll - BDSM 101 #10

Posted: November 9th, 2008, 8:03pm CET by Master

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This entry is part 11 of 13 in the series BDSM 101

Welcome to the 10th installment of BDSM 101. It has been sometime since I started BDSM 101 together with Don and I am glad to present a double strip for the 10th anniversary. Everything my slave is allowed to call her own is mine.

By proxy I own my slave’s doll and to encourage that fact and to make sure the dolly understands that quite clearly, we meet in this strip. I hope you enjoy it.

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Hello dolly - BDSM 101 #9

Posted: October 15th, 2008, 9:49pm CEST by Master

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This entry is part 10 of 13 in the series BDSM 101

Every story and every strip of BDSM 101 has a grain of truth to it. It is now time to introduce the dolly and hopefully she will be with us for a while. A none fictional character and an adventure that might unfold into the future.

For those of you intersted in the story behind this strip, go an read the in-depth account over at my slave’s blog, where she talks about making new friends and finding her dolly.

Personally I am very excited about the prospect of adding a doll to an already wonderful relationship with my slave. She would be a pleasing addition to be played with, marked and used however I saw fit, while keeping my slave happy and busy as well.

Maybe in the future, when dolly has decided to submit even further, I shall reveal my most devious plans in detail.

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Custom Puppygirl Gear

Posted: October 9th, 2008, 9:00pm CEST by Master

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There is an aweful lot of interest in puppy play. A long time ago, I collected photographs and illustrations and I came across an artist which called himself The Veterinarian. His art is very specific to puppy play and other forms of human to animal interaction.

Apart from his artwork he also released ideas on how to dress and customise the apparel worn by a puppygirl. This he published in drawings which are annotated and I believe there are three areas which he covers very well.

The Muzzle

Ensuring that your puppygirl is secured behind a muzzle does not only remove her human features but can change her ability to communicate. A properly trained puppygirl should communicate through sounds and behaviours which you would normally expect from a dog. What I like in particular about this design is the integrated ring-gag. Not only does it ensure that she pants and does not speak too well, it also opens her mouth for penetration and use. Extending her nose into a more dog like snout also makes this a well thought out muzzle. Personally I would have wanted some ears to go with it, but they are somthing that can easily added on their own.

The Posture

Having your puppygirl on all fours leashed and muzzled is one step forward. A puppy suit can add the right texture and fur like appeal. I am more interested in a stricter way to expose the puppygirl and the pad system you can see in this picture is quite sophisticated. Even though there are various layers of protection built into the system it seems apparent that you could not keep the puppygirl in the shown position for a very long time. Inflammation of the biceps tendon at the elbow is only one of the possible complications you might have to deal with. I would argue though that is should be absolutely safe to keep the puppies extremities in that postion for up to two hours in the beginning. What is very thoughtful about this setup is the fact that the criss-crossed strap will actually relax the muscles and keep the arms and legs naturally in the position they have been forced into.

The Tail

A puppy without a tail is a day puppygirl indeed. I would think there are two schools to this. Either make the tail a part of the suit or another form of attachment to keep the asscunt open for use or use a toy such as the one to the left. I will admit that I am in love with the concept of that toy. Not only doe sit offer the swelling feeling of a knot as the ass is being plugged by the toy, it also allows for variable play due to its inflatable nature. The built in metal weight should also help to steady the base of the tail against movement, making it fairly rigid, which would help the puppygirl if she was to wag her tail. The motion itself would translate much better and put the tail-part in motion. If created with a modular setup in mind, this toy could be split into the base plug and then tails in different sizes with different styles could be attached after the base plug has been inserted.

The Challenge

These toys do not exist, they are concepts by a very talented artist. I would be willing to pay quite a lot of money to have these concepts created for me and my slave. Not necessarily to use them on her or anybody else, but for their uniqueness. In a world of mass-production and quick consumerism there is little thought left to pieces which are truly one-of-a-kind. I think I should explorer my chances with some students and hear about their ideas. Do you have toy ideas? Can you create these toys? Let me know, please comment!

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Tasty BDSM Sugasm

Posted: October 5th, 2008, 3:37pm CEST by Master

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Recently I have been busy trying to find ways to better spread the knowlegde on this web-site to other areas of the internet. I have submitted one of my favourite posts to the Sugasm number 149 and much to my delight I have been accepted. Along with some fellow bloggers you can now learn about by looking down below. I hope you will enjoy their posts just as much as you hopefully are enjoying mine.

This Week’s Picks

Art of the Cunt

“The point of the abstraction was so that they, although anatomically correct, are hidden enough in colouring and some of the external shapes to hide the image for what it is.”

Come Get Your Knife

“”Do you trust me?” I asked.”

Tangle of Limbs There is Softness

“But I know myself, I know my desire.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice

Sugarbutch Star: Eileen

More Sugasm

Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Sex Advice

How to Talk Dirty

BDSM & Fetish

Bang The Bum Harder

Fucking and Flogging

How To Train Your Slave

Ins and (Mostly) Outs of Public Displays of Kink

Like a $20 Whore

She disappears

Submission

Erotic Writing and Experiences

Cliched Sex

Coming into Queerness - Toybox

Fetish Fair Fleamarket and Ellie Lumpesse - What a Weekend!

Heavy Metal

I Think We’re Alone Now

I’m imagining you

Monday Mirage (It’s back!!!)

Nothing Beats a Free Massage

There’s a First TIme For Everything. Confession #146

Trading my ass p2

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The T-Shirt Challenge - Slaves Only!

Posted: October 1st, 2008, 2:40pm CEST by Master

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Slaves this challenge is for you.

I am currently experimenting with the direction I want to take this web-site in and while I think it has to retain its core values, it does cost money to run it and create content for it. So let me find a fun way to get some of that money back. Therefore I have started playing with Zazzle.

With Zazzle you can create an customise products and then sell them to customers while making a small cut of the profits. I am currently in the process of habing some professional designs done, but until that time I created my own. Here is it:

You can customise that shirt in colour and size and have all manners of fun with it over at the Zazzle Store

The Challenge

The challenge is very easy:

Go to to the shop and buy a T-shirt
Wear the T-shirt in a public place
Take a picture of you wearing it
Send the picture to me, you may anonymise your face
Win the contest and I will refund you the cost of buying the shirt

This will happen on a first come, first served basis and of course the winner will be posted on this web-site..Your ideas for apparel, unique BDSM related designs are welcome here! Send them to me. I will happily feature some on this web-site and maybe we can even add them to the new shop.

The challenge is on and I predict that I will not be short of any money soon, so come on and prove me wrong before the contest ends this month.

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BDSM News For All

Posted: September 29th, 2008, 4:18pm CEST by Master

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I like to stay on top of the BDSM community and learn what is going on around the world. As such I often try the keyword BDSM whenever I am on a web-site which aggregates links or offers information content from many sources.

I am usually disappointed at what those people perceive as BDSM and how that keyword has become overused by the Porn industry. When I type BDSM I do not need to know about kink.com or any other pay for view web-site. I just want to be informed.

When all you can do is complain you need to do something about it. Therefore I have created BDSM For All which is nothing more than a content aggregator. So far I have added feeds for my own site, the web-site of my slave and a couple of other sites. There are also feeds from Google News and Tahoo News for the keyword BDSM.

Help Me Out!

I want to aggregate more content. I am relying on your input to do so. If you know of a web-site or a BDSM related RSS/ATOM Feed, then please let me know. I will have a look and if I think that it fits the spirit of the site, then I will add it to the list. That can be a news source, a magazin, your own blog or the blog of a friend. As long as it has a very clear topic shaped around BDSM the content will be welcome.

In short, what are you waiting for? head over there and check it out and tell me what I am missing.

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How To Train Your Slave

Posted: September 27th, 2008, 7:04pm CEST by Master

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The internet is filled with clever and sometimes downright stupid ideas. Advise comes from a multitude of sources and I believe that it is time to add another for a topic I am very keen on. How do you train your slave and is it even possible to train a human being to become what once was the vision of another? This article should provide some insights into how to better train your slave.

How We Train

I believe that we should take a step back to understand what I see as training, as it has the concept of learning at its very core. Learning comes in many form and if you believe recent studies there is an emerging trend towards Inquiry-based Learning. I find that the idea it is based on can be best understood by looking at this old saying:

“Tell me and I forget, show me and I remember, involve me and I understand.”

The concept of Inquiry-based learning satisfies a requirement for me which is essential to me. In order for my slave to learn and to be trained to become what I want her to be I need to involve her in the whole process. She needs to understand what it is that I expect and not simply be directed to go through a step based process without knowing the goal or having a direction.

Learning Experiences

Not only can we address the learning process in a sensible manner, depending on what you want to achieve you might have to adjust the way you are teaching. Your brain has two major areas which are responsible for learning experiences:

The Neocortex Your Neocortex grasps concepts and logic. This part of the brain helps you figure out how to use a computer or how to apply the knowledge from a book you read to your next sales call. The limbic system Your limbic system governs feelings, impulses and drives.

While your Neocortex learn by absorbing and analysing information, because it is able to apply abstract concepts to any given situation your limbic system learns best through motivation, extended practice and feedback.

Adjust Your Training

You need to carefully adjust the way you train your slave depending on what you wish to do. If she is to understand and perform a Japanese tea ceremony perfectly the neocortex approach is an absolutely valid on, couple with practice. If you expect your slave to feel happy and get excited every-time she hears your voice you will need to define a clever way of working with her limbic system. Motivate her, practice with her by being around and listen to her feedback.

Whatever you teach your slave you can execute as learning experience. A small table recently published in the special HBS centennial Issue on page 63 reads as follows: (I have changed some words to reflect the M/s context)

Execution As Learning

Masters (Leaders) set direction and articulate the mission.

Slaves (Employees) [usually in teams] discover answers.

Tentative processes are set up as a starting point.

Work processes keep developing; small changes - experiments and improvements - are a way of life.

Feedback is always two-way: The Master (boss) gives feedback in the form of coaching and advise; slave (team members) give feedback about what they are learning from doing the (ever-changing) work.

Problem solving is constantly needed, so valuable information is provided to guide slaves’ (employees’) judgement.

Fear cripples the learning process: It inhibits experimentation, lowers awareness of options, and discourages people from sharing and analysing insights, questions, and problems.

Precisely and quite to the point this table describes what you can and cannot do while you are in the process of training your slave. I would like to stress what has been said in the last table item. You cannot train your slave, expecting her to improve herself and at the same time you punish her for mistakes or minor set-backs. It is imperative for her to find the best way of training herself to be better for you. It is impossible for you to know what works best for every given situation you need to be able to rely in your slave for feedback. That feedback will only be open and honest when your slave knows that she will not be hurt or punished over it.

As mentioned above this is a two edged sword, your feedback is equally important, especially for areas which are very emotional or require your slave to learn a new skill which changes the way her body reacts or feels. This all plays into the fact that her limbic system is hard at work, long after her neocortex has understood what you are trying to do.

It is your duty, as her owner, to create an environment of psychological safety as well as accountability for meeting demanding goals. Your slave wants to achieve and excel, she wants to be found pleasing and that plays in your favour. Setting demanding goals is not going to frustrate her, the opposite is the case. It is then up to you to create and environment where psychological safety allows her to experiment and determine an optimal way of achieving the goals you have set.

Bringing It Together

While this all seems very theoretical there are four easy steps I feel many can apply to this concept of training and learning.

Explain what you want to do and how. Establish an understanding of what the process will be to try and achieve your mutual goals.
Provide her with the necessary tools and make it clear that she is to collaborate with other slaves on this goal.
Gather her feedback, collect as much data on her progress as you can and share it.
Insist on disciplined reflection, institutionalise it. Try to teach her about “Hansei“

Armed with this additional knowledge it should be much easier for you to devise a better way of training and learning for your slave. Please remember that this is not a simple case of you dictating and your slave doing, this is an integrated process and you will need your slaves input if you wish to be successful.

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Sexy Free Email For The BDSM Inclined

Posted: September 23rd, 2008, 5:13pm CEST by Master

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When I was younger I decided to dabble around by buying a few domains. I did not keep many of them, but one that stuck with me is useme.net

While that is not a very valuable domain to anyone else but me, I feel that it is time to share some of its use. I think it is perfectly suited for the BDSM community, especially when it comes to sending email about. Google is offering a free service which enables people like myself to offer others to benefit from my domain name. You get the same service that you get fro Gmail but you can use the domain useme.net with it.

I think that is rather nice. For now I would like to give out 100 user accounts. You will be served on a first come first get basis. What I need from you is your First and Last Name (yes you can fake those, it is simply a required field) and the username that you would like to have.

Simply send an email to “signup AT useme DOT net” looking somewhat like this:

Hi, I would like:
First Name: Thiso
Last Name: Duggo
Username: spankme

This would give you the email address spankme@useme.net. The only names already reserved are:

owner
Master
slave

Once everything is setup I will send you an email and you should be able to access your email account at get.useme.net.

The interface will be the one that you are used to from Gmail. You can have your account forward all the mail you receive to any other provider you use or simply read it there.
The same Google Mail features will work on this account as on any other.

I hope that you will enjoy this service and not abuse it, as all of the Google acceptable terms for use apply and spammers are not welcome. I hope the community likes the domain as much as I do and makes good use of this offer.

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Milk Your Puppy, Master - BDSM 101 #8

Posted: September 20th, 2008, 7:14pm CEST by Master

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This entry is part 14 of 11 in the series BDSM 101

For your viewing pleasure I am introducing BDSM 101 #8 and this time we spend some time grooming and milking the puppy. Induced lactation can be an incredible way to control and further traing your slave. You should of course seek medical advise before you even consider playing and ensure the medical health of your slave before you indulge in this type of play.

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Bondage, slaves, Masters - What Content Do You Want?

Posted: September 15th, 2008, 1:42am CEST by Master

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Getting into the business of providing information the reader truly wants is never easy. By introducing a page where you can see your questions answered I feel that I have taken the first step towards being a more interesting web-site.

I do not feel like I am doing enough. I think it is imperative that users can contribute to the content they expect to see on a web-site like this. I am not content to make this just another blog or a personal account of what I do in the scene. This was never designed to be yet another window for voyeurs to peek through. This was always meant to be a web-site which listens to the reader and then aims to create content based on that.

What do you want? What puzzles you? Are you going to love interviews? Do you want more pictures? Doyou want pod-casts with other people in the scene? Shoudl I encourage others to write for this site, building a little base of BDSM enabled journalists? I want your input, because I want this web-site to grow and to become a known “brand” on the internet. That is something I cannot do on my own, it only works if I can count on the help of my regular readers. Spread the word, ask your friends what they want. Ask those who are not into the scene but curious about kink what they would like to know. How can I help to make this world of BDSM seem less scary to all of those people out there just itching to have a little wiff of Domination and submission.

Do you want to write for me and for this blog, by my guest, leave me a message and I will be getting back to you. Do you have suggestions on how we can improve the content or the presentation, then leave a comment. This might not be a web-site which is built around meeting individuals like fetlite or alt.com, but I am sure it can become something close to a BDSM newspaper, a central hub for topics that concern us all in the BDSM scene.

I will try to push on with my ambitions, I welcome you to join me so that we can together grow this web-site and this content into a true joy to serve the community.

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Let It Crack - Five Toys To Make You Go Snap

Posted: September 6th, 2008, 10:45pm CEST by Master

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This entry is part 7 of 6 in the series Five

Long has it been since we had an installment in the series of Five, so it is about time to get another one in. I hope you will enjoy this one, as it should help you to turn up the noise and bring that elusive snap back into your relationship with your slave.

The Spear Paddle

Have a look at this beautifully shaped Spear Paddle. As always I will remind you to be careful no matter which one of these toys you are going to use. All of these toys are considered to be blunt trauma or blunt impact toys. I would suggest that you have a good understanding of how such toys operate prior to trying and use one. Always try the toy on yourself first as it will help you gauge how much power you need to do how much “damage”. With any of these toys you can inflict serious harm, so be careful and know your limits.

The Signal Whip

Oh yes, whips will make you go snap. There are ongoing discussions whether whips are toys or actually weapons, so learn your lesson well before you use any whip, especially this beautiful signal whip. I am refreshing my whipping skills myself and I can tell you it takes a lot of practice. The whips made by this particular craftsman are outstanding, I own one myself and I can recommend his work whole heartedly.

The Quirt

Staying with the theme of whips here is another variation for you. This beautifully crafted Quirt will make your slave squeal nicely whilst you apply it to her body. Amongst other uses these type of whips can used nicely for indoor work. I would recommend that you work with such a lovely toy inside and try to get something like a stock whip to test the waters while you are out in the garden.

The Crop

Let us swing over to the wonderful world of crops for a moment, before I present you with another whip. The precious crop not only proves that large vendors sometimes stock unique impact toys, it also sports a double slapper which can be made to function like a snapper. Thus creating not only a sound thud on impact, but allowing you to play around with the noise, creating a loud snap behind you as the wrist snaps up only to swing back for the next strike

The Cat

Famous with sailors and others may I present to you the Cat’O Nine Tails.Most people call this evil toy lovingly a cat and somehow it does remind me of my cats. Nine strands, nine lives, very durable, insistent and when used properly this is a vicious toy. The way it is presented it is quite capable to easily, like most whips, cut skin and flesh. Please be aware that with a whip you can even break bones, so once more I will remind you to be careful and know what you are doing!

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From Trying To Being Master And Slave

Posted: September 4th, 2008, 3:24pm CEST by Master

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I am comfortable with who I am, not only as a human being, but as an individual which is defined not only through his actions but also through the attributes that shape my life. My work probably influences the way I think about life more than anything else, after all it is a huge part of my personality. I feel that many couples coming into the lifestyle think about this not as an extension of their individuality but as roles they can simply assume. Some convenient, well defined set of attributes they can slip on and off at their choosing. I would argue that it is one of the delusions about what it means to be into BDSM or being in a Master and slave relationship.

True excellence is born not only through dedication, but because you are passionate about who you are, what you do or what you want to become. Those who have excelled throughout history not only had a notion of achievement to everything they did, they had and usually shared, a passion for a goal or an ideal. Pursuing that ideal, the idea, achieving it becomes a part of those who want to be what they believe in.

Being kinky, being passionate about being a dominant or being a slave is something that is part of my life just as much as it is part of my individuality. I could not stand up to my mother, to the rest of society and those who ridicule this lifestyle if it was just a role that I could conveniently lay to rest in a little drawer once it gets too tough or does not suit me anymore. The passion I feel for being who I am makes me want my slave to be happy, makes me want our blogs to be the most successful lifestyle sites on the internet, it drives me to be creative and it helps me to fight and educate those who belittle us.

How much of this is part of your individually and how much of those desires are sheltered in a role which you are trying to assume? Do you assume it only when it is necessary, only when it suite you, or is that role something that is a part of you?
Part of the problem is how we perceive the word role in modern society. In Sociology that word is clearly defined as:

the rights, obligations, and expected behaviour patterns associated with a particular social status.

Which should make us ask ourselves whether society has a social status for those that want to live their life as consensual, law abiding Master and slave couples. Without the social status there is no role or at least it seems to me to be a negative role no one would like to assume. To attain social status for this role, we all need to live it and make it a part of who we are. Only by showing that it is not harmful to the rest of society and that we slot in like anyone else, the customs and ideas we associate with our lifestyle can become common and thus achieve a status.
To me we are at a point where the BDSM community can no longer live vicariously through the achievement of others, we have to become who we are in our everyday dealings. I do not think that is unfair towards society and if we exercise common sense and caution I would not expect any of the behaviours inherent to this lifestyle to disrupt others. I will leave you with these thoughts, as I will have to ponder which behaviours I can bring into the public without disturbing those not used to me and who I am. I will try to post my ideas with my next blob of writing, in the mean time, leave me a comment and share your ideas.

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Ask The Master And Slave And Be Anonymous Doing It!

Posted: August 27th, 2008, 4:08pm CEST by Master

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I know that I love the lifestye that I have chosen to indulge in together with my slave. I also know that many people out there are curious about kink, about BDSM and some of them are curious about Total Power Exchange and the relationship a Master and a slave have.

To some there is a notion that these desires to learn more are dirty or wrong, that it is immoral and that bad things would happen if others found out about it. There are many web-sites where you can read about topics and gather a lot of information on techniques and ideas, but there is little offered to interact with lifestylers in an interactive manner that is safe and anonymous.

From today on that is history. You are all invited to ask your questions. You can ask questions which only regard myself, you can ask questions which only my slave will answer and you can ask up as Master/slave couple. You do not need to supply us with any detail if you do not want to as these questions will be answered on a special page here on this blog. If you want to stay fully anonymous, all you have to do is return to see wether it has been answered yet. If you choose to leave an email address, I will email the answer additionally to posting it.

There is no need to be shy, you may ask us anything, from sexual practices to how a particular toy can be used. I am more than happy to arrange for the best answer I can possibly come by, if I do not know how to answer it myself, then I will do my very best to ask somone that might know. It is important that knoweldge is spread and asking is a good way to share knoweldge. Please start asking and do not be shy, you can be as anonymous as you want to be.

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High Tech Slave Marking - Google BDSM Geeks

Posted: August 25th, 2008, 10:59am CEST by Master

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Everyone has seen them and many know what they do. The familiar “beep” when one passes over the reader at the cash register often rings in our ears and in Europe they are called EAN on the back of a book ISBN. Whatever you call them, they are those lovel dark black lines with a number underneath on the back of a good or on the back of a book. IN the BDSM world this has been exploited as a marking by the slave register. Once registered and assigned your certificate you can actually download a PDF with your generated barcode which will translate to your number on the certificate.

Numbers are a little bleak though, no one likes to be a number and you are quite restricted in what you can express, unless you all of a sudden start talking in binary code. The industray has recognised this a long time ago and thought of a clever way on how to connect the offline world to the online world. Behold they have come up with something, it is called QR which is short for “Quick Repsonse” and was developed in Japan by a company called Denso-Wave. Without going into the nitty gritty detail of 2D Matrix encoding these niftly little pictures allow you to encode characters you want in a variety of character sets and you can encode up to 4296 alphanumeric characters. Which is a lot.

The other good thing about QR codes is their ability to provide you with Error Correction, which means if the tattoo artist screws up or your slave’s tattoo fades after 15 years, most readers will still be able to construct the right content from the picture they are presented with and that works up to a staggering amount of 30% (so if 30% have been destroyed, that is how much can be recovered).

Just think about the possibilities, you can tattoo half your slave’s life onto her neck, ass, cunt or wherever you want to have it, up to 4296 charactes counting whitespaces that is. That should give you ample amount to play with though. I would imagine that it can end up being a little, universal profile. That is what I am proposing here, a universal slave profile which can be encoded in QR.

My suggestion is somewhat like this:

Name: jane smith
Nickname: babygirl
Status: owned
Owner: Jon Doe
Play: yes
Limits: no permanent markings, no scat, onwer must be present
Homepage: [blah.com]

In QR code this would look somewhat like this:

[blah.com] alt="" />

It looks complicated and prone to error when somone would try to tattoo that onto the human body, but I am sure that you can create stencils on a computer and as this picture is scaled up to a reasonable size, it should become easier to mark the flesh. Alternatively these can be etched onto a plate or any other means of tagging or marking your property.

Google has a fairly easy API to generate these graphics on the fly, have a look at http://code.google.com/apis/chart/">[blah.com]

I hope you have enjoyed this little trip into geekland and hopefully we can build on the idea. If you are a tattoo artist or know tattoo artists, maybe you can ask them whether this is possible or not.

Reader devices for QR codes are fairly easy to find, most cell phones can be used, provided they have a decent camera and there is software availaible for them. As iPhone user I have an application installed on mine which enables me to read QR codes. Most people carry their phone with them, so reading a slave’s tag should never be a hassle.

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A good mop to clean the floors, $4.67. Groceries for the week, $102.34. A slaves contributions, Priceless.

Posted: July 2nd, 2009, 10:23pm CEST by slave

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When Master and I first decided to move to Ontario, we both agreed that I would not transfer with my company but rather I would take a break from work and spend time with him and time making the house a home for us. To say I was slightly uncomfortable with this decision is an understatement; however, after much consideration I agreed with Master that leaving my current job to find what truly makes me tick was the best decision for both of us.

The first month of not working flew by and I did not miss the mundane routine I had been participating in for the previous two years. Instead, I spent a great deal of time simply being with Master, time that we both would not have had if I went straight to work. Having just spent three years in a long distance relationship, the last thing either of us wanted was one where we both left in the morning, were gone eight to ten hours only to return home to tend to dinner, cleaning up, working out and then finally bed. Having had such limited time previously we were thoroughly enjoying the morning kisses, the intimacy in the evening and of course all the other perks of having a “stay at home slave”.

As time has passed though, there have been many moments when I feel as though I am not contributing to our home, to our relationship because I am not working. My education which in turn lead to my career are key factors to who I believe I am. I have, for the better portion of my life, based my worth on my work and so this transition has been rather difficult at times. There have been moments where I simply felt as though I was worthless, that I was bringing nothing to Master, that I was simply taking his money by living under the roof he pays for, by eating the food he pays for, by driving a car he pays for. No matter how many times Master would shake his head, pull me close and remind me that I am important, that I did add to the home, inside I did not feel that way.

Until recently.

A few days ago I was making a list of all the things I wished to tend to and as the list grew I found myself in awe at all I do around the house that makes it a home for us. I do not make the money to buy the groceries but I do all the shopping along with the cooking and cleaning of kitchen, floors (both vacuuming and washing), bathrooms (3) and bedrooms (including dusting, painting and washing walls) along with the yard maintenance and taking out the garbage, the recycling and the yard debris every week to be removed. I also ensure that the kittens are fed and kitty litter cleaned and that they are tended to throughout the day. I tend to the laundry throughout the week so that Master always has clothing to wear and I put out his clothes every night so he has them immediately when he wakes. I also clean the car (although Master does do that more than me) as well as maintain a clean garage. During the past five months I have also contacted the landlord, ensured all phone calls were made regarding household issues, arranged for appointments for the home when things needed to be fixed, written and mailed cheques for bills and been available to tend to all appointments which Master either needed me to accompany him on or to tend to myself. And these tasks are never ending, I do this every week, all week to ensure Master and I have a clean, warm, welcoming home to live in and to ensure Master is happy as I like to make him happy.

I really was not aware of what I gave/give to our lives. I truly believed that because I was not bringing a cheque home every two weeks that I simply was useless. I find that last statement amazing since I have never thought less of others for not working. I always believed that he or she brings many different things to a relationship; however, when it came to me, Masters slave, I just felt hopeless.

I will not be a “stay at home slave” forever, in fact I am currently attending interviews and trying to find what I want to do. I still wish to be an active member to society and I definitely desire more activities to fill my day other than cleaning and cooking. With that said, I know I will miss the time Master and I have had due to my lack of a job. I like being home when he gets home, to not have to worry about working while he has a day off, to cooking him dinner and making him breakfast and everything in between. The truth is, serving Master in a domestic way definitely has an appeal to it but I know that I want to work, that I crave it and I will be a happy slave out of the home as well.

I can serve Master in many ways. Working will be one of them.

~His

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Admittance is letting go of shame.

Posted: July 2nd, 2009, 9:14pm CEST by slave

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The other evening Master and I were enjoying a lovely quiet Sunday night watching some television. I was not feeling overly amorous but I still wished to be physically close with Master. At first we were sitting on the sofa together, then I found my way down to his lap, resting my head on his thigh, probably one of my favourite places when lounging with him. This small movement created a stir inside me, a sudden feeling of submission and before I had time to exhale, I could feel the heat rise up over my cheeks.

Within a minute of repositioning my body, Master’s fingers trailed down over my shoulder, lightly strumming over my left nipple. Now I am not certain why my nipples are as erotically channeled as they are but the moment Master begins to play with each protruding nub, my entire body begins to shiver and I instinctively move both towards and away from Master’s touch. The intensity of his fingertips playing with my sensitive flesh is overwhelmingly and it creates a warmth deep within my abdomen.

Master continued to tease me, tugging now on both nipples having pushed me onto my back, giving him complete access. I was still clothed, wearing just a thin t-shirt and I believe it was the combination of him playing with me and not being able to feel his flesh upon my own that caused me to arch my back, whimper softly and push my body into his touch hoping he would further explore me. Master was relentless with my breasts, tugging, pulling, tickling each nipple, pushing me to the point of sliding from his lap, kneeling on all fours, face down on the carpet trying to recover from my breathlessness.

I remained on all fours, bare ass exposed and although I felt embarrassment, shame even, I remained still. I was overwhelmed with an aching contradiction: shame at being primal, intensity at being overtly lust filled. Although I did not move, except to push back against Masters exploration of his slaves flesh, a significant part of me wanted to. As comical as it sounds, I felt, in many ways as though I was outside of myself, watching as Master pushed the sole of his foot against my leaking cunt, eventually working his big toe inside me. I gasped, struggled, not with Master but with my own feelings until, at last, I surrendered and flipped my body over, resting on my back, enabling me to part my legs in a frog like stance. I could see Masters eyes smile long before his lips curled into a cheshire grin and as he violated my soft inviting flesh, I found my hips bucking, my fingers twisting the already tortured nipples, mewling like a cat in heat.

With uninhibited abandonment I fucked my cunt against his toe, feeling it push deeper inside of me. Master, enjoying his feast, instructed me to play with my clit, to tease and torment the already flushed flesh. Much to my surprised I obeyed, without reservations and within minutes I found myself begging Master for release. Master granted me such permission and although I knew it was my voice, my sounds that were escaping up through my throat, looking back I truly can not believe I was grunting and grasping and growling out with release.

As I laid there, naked upon the carpet, completely exposed not only physically but emotionally I could not help but giggle. Master appeared puzzled by my response and as he pulled me close, allowing his body to warm my flesh I whispered, “I can not believe I did that”. In true Master fashion, he kissed my lips while replying, “I can”.

I have pondered to share this experience due to my feelings of embarrassment and shame. Still, after my previous post I believe it is befitting. The toe fucking was definitely the whore, the slut but the shyness afterward was absolutely the good girl. Both existing in me all at the same time. As I remember that moment I find myself smiling, allowing the sensations of being used in that degrading manner to filter through me and I shyly confess I did so enjoy it. Every single minute.

~His

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Transforming me.

Posted: July 2nd, 2009, 8:12pm CEST by slave

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Last night Master and I went to see Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. I will not discuss the plot or conclusion or the grossly obvious political stance to the movie, (that conversation is discussed elsewhere), but I do wish to reflect on my thoughts that came to fruition during the 2.5 hours sitting in the movie theatre.

The year was 1984. I was a mere 11 year old girl sitting before my television while my older brother picked what cartoon we were about to watch. Immediately I was miffed for I had wanted to watch the smurfs, still, I sat cross legged on the floor, listening to what would become a familiar tune and within minutes I was mesmerized by the large autobots. Frantically I would scan the television, tuning out my brother as he made gun noises and cheered when the Decepticons were killed, trying to figure out who was what, thinking how wonderful it must be to change into something completely different.

An entire year went by and every Saturday I found myself nestled on the sofa, eagerly awaiting new characters, new objects that would suddenly come to life. By this time, my brother thought he had the coolest younger sister ever for liking such a “boy” show but it was not the cartoon itself that kept my attention, rather it was the constant metamorphosis that occurred throughout those 30 minutes; a changing that stayed with me during the day and into my dreams.

Like all things, my desire to sit before the television waned and my weekends were filled with flipping through magazines, spending time with my girlfriends putting on make up, trying on different clothes, creating interesting hair styles and of course talking about boys. Although the company varied throughout the years, there was one continual element in my life – change.

The ability to change into something new, something different is still a skill I wish to obtain. Granted I do not desire to be a rather large titanium machine altering its appearance from robot to vehicle, (no matter how sporty the car is), I crave the ability to transform into many different compositions of myself all while maintaining true to who I am, all while not being worried about what others think, all while not being afraid of losing any other part of me.

And there are many parts. Inside my shell there lives a demure lady who thrives on being proper and grammatically correct at all times. She is eloquent and refined and is certain to say “please” and “thank you” when expected. She does not display any part of her body that is inappropriate, ensuring she is wearing a below the knee skirt and flowing blouse with respectable heels. Her hair is up, a delicate twist offering only her neck as a sign of her femininity and only her lashes are coated in a colour, giving just a hint of what lies behind them. Along with “the lady” resides a wild card; the vixen who flirts without hesitation, who dances ever so closely with the devil himself and who enjoys participating in the occasional head game. She is most certain to wear a skirt that exposes the tips of her stockings, whose blouse is practically bursting at the second to top button and who wears a slightly brighter bra that can just barely be seen and keeps a man starring right at her blooming assets. Her cheeks are flush from teasing arousal and her hair bounces in loose curls – curls which beckon a man to thread his fingers through them and give her a gentle tug. And her heels, strappy and laced around her ankles. Oh and I mustn’t forget, the slut and the whore. Yes, even inside me these two characters exist. The perverted plaything who wants to fuck; to be thrown down on the bed or over the table or on top of the rock and be taken, savagely so. This toy is carefree and is not ashamed to show the curve of her ass just peeking under her skirt, who wears the fish net stockings that may or may not have a tear in them; whose hair is naturally tousled and whose lips are swollen, pouty almost and painted far redder than so suited to her pale skin. Her feet are adorned in much higher patent heels, allowing her to strut her sexuality. Nestled right beside the two fucklings lives the bimbo. The dolly as she is most often called is the one character who has the most difficulty surfacing and who most often brings about great conflict to who I am. This beast is silly, careless with her words, often making up new ones and who simply obeys, does whatever she is told to. Her hair is always teased, hair sprayed and brings much attention. Her lips are painted soft frosty pink which in turn matches her awkward heels; heels which make her dependent on another person, needing to hold onto an arm to keep herself from falling over. Her outfit resembles that of a barbie doll, short and tight and full of rose coloured hues. She loves sex and is always willing to suck a cock, to giggle while being forced to devour a sweet girls cunt and who desires to be a muse, a toy, an object for anyone persons pleasure.

There is also a quieter persona, the one that I identify the most with; the good girl. This girl is playful and shy, awkward and unsure and becomes nervous when around those who are sexually confident. Her hair is relaxed, most often left to rest on her back, simple and soft. Her eyes are rarely painted but her lips shine with a clear gloss or lip balm almost all the time. She dresses conservatively, keeping herself covered, often in clothing that is usually baggy on her frame, trying not to bring attention to herself. The soles of her feet are often covered in a sandal or slight heel and allows her to walk inconspicuously throughout the city.

I might exude good girl qualities more than the others but each trait resides deep inside me and each of them wants a moment to shine, to play, to be seen. And after much thought, many internal debates, I have come to learn that I do not want to lose any part of who I am; that I want to be able to express everything inside me; however, I want to be able to transform from one to another, given the time and place, to be anyone of those characters knowing that I do not have to forfeit any part of me in return. When I first started to examine the many faces of me I thought in order to be one I had to give up the others. But that is not so. I can be the whore one day but the good girl the next. I can be the lady in the morning but the bimbo at night and vice versa. I do not have to sacrifice anything, on the contrary. By opening myself to all of who I am I gain more; I gain freedom.

There have been times that I stood before the mirror, watching as the dark artificial lashes blanket my eyelids. This act alone causes me to smile just a little brighter and without hesitation, my posture changes allowing my breasts to push out ever so slightly. Later that same evening, as I pull the black butterflies from my lids I once more witness a change; my lips are quieter now, paler in colour and my shoulders are not as strict, allowing my feminine form to ever so slightly fade. Looking back on moments such as that just described, to see that I am able to change in just mere hours, from the lady to the slut to the good girl never once losing my identity.

I have spoken of change, probably more than any other topic and there have been, on rare occasions, awe inspiring moments, for myself that is. I discussed one such moment almost a year ago and although I have struggled with the “Barbie” persona, it is very much a part of me, just not all of me. That reflection though has brought many thoughts and feelings to the surface and instead of ignoring them I am taking the time to understand who I truly am, what I really want.
The reality is, I have many different aspects to my personality, many sides to the box that surrounds me. They are far from perfect, far from completely understood but they are all of me. And once I fully embrace, without fear of what people are thinking, of my own internal judgments, I know I will be a happier person, a better person and most certainly a better slave. I also know that when I am finally at ease with my sexuality, confident with my sexuality, no longer fearful of my sexuality, I know I will metamorphize, without reservation, without hesitation and instead do so with lustful exuberance.

I am transforming and I am by far, more than meets the eye.

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Not a good slave.

Posted: June 17th, 2009, 4:03am CEST by slave

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There are times when I look at Master and I am overwhelmed with love. There is a tenderness in him that I do not have within myself. When I think of the patience he has had with me, I am baffled that he continues to keep me in his life. I am by far not an easy slave to love. I am stubborn, I am opinionated. I have strong convictions and unfortunately view the world in far more black and whites than any shade of grey. I also and I believe this to be my least flattering trait, struggle to have faith in myself, to have confidence in who I am and what I can achieve. I often doubt my abilities, my worth and in doing so I belittle the relationship I share with Master, that I have with myself.

More often than not I do not feel as though I am a good slave. My feelings are internal and not because of something Master says. On the contrary, Master continually praises me, encourages me and provides me with positive reinforcement whenever I do something which pleases him. My negative emotions come from me, grow within me and are not a product of Master or the relationship we share.

I am not certain where all of these emotions stem from but I do know that I wish I was a better slave, a better partner. I wish I had more patience, more understanding, more bend to my views. Often times I feel as though I am an old oak trea, brittle from years of being in the cold, unwilling to sway with the wind, instead standing tall, straight, too stubborn to allow my limbs to move with the storm. Those trees are often found broken, tree branches strewn throughout the forest. I do not want that for myself, I do not want to be so grounded I am unable to weather all environments.

I am grateful for my Master. I am learning from him and I do hope that with time I shall conquer all my battles and come out triumphant. I want to relax a little more, not take myself so seriously and stop trying to protect myself from, well everything.

~His

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Because sometimes it is just fun to share the little things between a Master and his slave.

Posted: June 15th, 2009, 6:04pm CEST by slave

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Couple’s Meme:

1. Who eats more?

I would say Master eats more in some ways but I in others. I eat far more vegetables than he does and he eats far more meat than me. I do have the sweet tooth though.

2. Who said “I love you” first?

Master shared those three little words with me far before I did with him. I used the term “adore” though and in my heart I loved him very early on.

3. Who is the morning person?

Oh, hands down, me.

4. Who sings better?

I think we sing about the same. I sing more often than he does though.

5. Who’s older?

I am, by five years. Yes, found me a youngin’. he he

6. Who’s smarter?

With regards to intelligence, Master is far smarter than me. When it comes to emotional intelligence though I would say I am.

7. Who’s temper is worse?

Oh goodness, absolutely mine. I have an awful temper; however, Master is teaching me to control it, to let it go.

8. Who does the laundry?

I do.

9. Who does the dishes?

That would be me.

10. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?

Both of us. Master and I interchange sides. We can sleep on either side.

11. Who’s feet are bigger?

Master’s feet are bigger. Thank goodness seeing as Master is 5′11 and I am only 5′3.

12. Who’s hair is longer?

Oh, absolutely I have longer hair and Master loves it. Master’s hair is short. And that is exactly how I like it.

13. Who’s better with the computer?

This makes me chuckle only because Master is by far the brains with the computer and I can barely turn it on. ha ha

14. Do you have pets?

Yes. Two Bengal kittens.

15. Who pays the bills?

Master. And this has been very challenging for me to accept.

16. Who cooks dinner?

I do. I am not very good at it but I am learning. For the past ten years I have lived off of Chicken Salad and now I am learning to cook everything else.

17. Who drives when you are together?

Generally Master drives; however, there are times when I do.

18. Who pays when you go out to dinner?

Master.

19. Who’s the most stubborn?

Unfortunately that would be me. But I am learning.

20. Who is the first one to admit when they are wrong?

Master. Definitely. But I am a very close second.

21. Who’s family do you see more?

Mine.

22. Who named your pet?

Me. Master allowed me that privilege.

23. Who kissed who first?

Master kissed me first, at the airport.

24. Who asked who out?

Well, since we met online there really was no asking out .. we moved together.

25. Who’s more sensitive?

I believe I am far more sensitive than Master which surprises me since I did not think of myself as a sensitive person.

26. Who’s taller?

Master.

27. Who has more friends?

I believe I have more friends but maybe by one or two.

28. Who has more siblings?

I have more siblings, I have three whereas Master has none.

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Slave Mantra. Because I just really wanted to say it again. And again. And again.

Posted: June 14th, 2009, 3:53pm CEST by slave

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Obedience is Pleasure.
Pleasure is Obedience.
Begging is Pleasure.
Pleasure means to beg.
Pain is Pleasure.
Pleasure is Pain.

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When two halves become a whole.

Posted: June 14th, 2009, 3:35pm CEST by slave

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Yesterday Master and I were enjoying a leisurely Saturday afternoon of going to a few shops and just spending some time together. At one point during the afternoon, Master and I found ourselves at Home Depot as we needed some nails for a project we were working on, (and no nothing kinky just for the cats). As we were walking into the store I was being silly and yes a little cheeky as I lightly swatted his backside. Now I know Master does not permit such behaviour from me; however, every now and then I like to push the boundaries, wondering just how much Master will put up with before putting me in my place.

Yesterday Master was unwilling to put up with any of it. As we walked down the main aisle, my fingers just slipping off of his bottom, I found Master grabbing me, placing his palm on my backside, smacking me. The spanking was light, his hand barely touching my covered ass and yet I felt as though he had pulled me over his lap, stripped me of my pants and belted me. Immediately I squirmed away from him, frantically searching the aisle to ensure no one witnessed the scene Master and I had just displayed. Master grabbed me back firmly, swatting me harder this time, not once but twice and as the second slap echoed around me, I felt the tears begin to spill over.

I kept my back to Master, my embarrassment far greater than any pain I encountered. I was filled with a humiliation I had never experienced before and I was confused by what my mind was thinking and what my body was feeling. Mentally I was mortified, desperate to remove myself from the building and from Master. Physically I was aroused and I had to fight the urge to press back into Masters frame, wanting his hands all over me. I did not have to move though, instead Master moved closer to my body, turning me around so that I could hide my face in his chest, sheltering both my arousal and embarrassment. Immediately I felt safer, calmer as Masters arms enveloped me, his lips light against my forehead, his voice gentle, soothing me, encouraging me to be open with my feelings and responses.

The moment itself, from the first swat to Master hugging me tight, only lasted approximately 5 minutes but the impact will last me a lifetime. I am not certain as to what truly occurred deep inside me but there was a moment when I was looking at Master, my eyes wide as I heard his stern voice and I knew I was owned, completely and happily owned. My demeanor for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening was quieter, calmer and I felt a closeness to Master that I had not experienced before.

Yesterday I connected with the slave in me. Honestly connected.

~His

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Feminine attractions.

Posted: June 12th, 2009, 1:33am CEST by slave

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She was beautiful. Everything about her whispered femininity. She was graceful in her walk, almost prance like and I could not help but feel envy as she manipulated the rather slim, high heels. Her long dainty arms rested delicately by her sides as she spoke and even though she remained still, she was animated, her bright blue eyes illuminated with every smile, every musical lyric that danced off of her lips.

Her lips. I could not pull my eyes from the soft flesh lightly dusted in the colour of a well spanked bottom and I could not help but giggle as I observed her small unknowing habit of running the tip of her tongue along her bottom pout. My gaze no longer subtle had captured the beauty’s attention and within seconds she had moved towards me, her perfume causing my mind to spin and my heart to palpitate. We exchanged not a word; however, as she moved past me, she allowed her fingertips to dance across my wrist leaving me in a state of erotic intoxication.

I do not identify as bisexual but I am definitely attracted to some women. At one stage of my life I was drawn to rather boyish girls: short pixie hair, A cup breasts, slim waists, tiny frames, playful behaviours. And although I am still most often sexually enticed by such girls, there are, on occasion the long haired, bigger breasted, curvy feminine sensations who capture my attention. Interestingly when I think of being an equal or dominating someone of the female persuasion, my first thought is that of the little pixie, yet when I think of a woman commanding me, the image that flashes before my eyes is that of a sultry Salma Hayek creation.

When it comes to attractions, with regards to the fairer sex, it is the physical that catches my attention first whereas with men I first notice the voice, the vocabulary and the intellect. I believe there is a significant difference between the two because I do not desire to have a “couple” relationship with a woman but I do with a man. When I think about being intimate with a woman it is by far a more sexual experience than an emotional one. And those thoughts have been entering my mind far more frequently these past two months than ever before. I have been thinking about kissing; kissing soft supple feminine lips. I have been imaging the sensations of my fingertips lightly caressing the breasts of a sweet perfumed belle, knowing my attention is arousing her, causing her to squirm beneath my touch. I have been picturing a breathless beauty whimpering as I devour her, nipping gently at her thighs, smacking her adorable bottom, hearing her yelp and beg for more. And I have been conjuring delights of the minx pushing me against a wall, returning the lustful aggressions I had just bestowed upon her.

My desires of being with a woman always include Master; sometimes he is watching, other times instructing and always he is enjoying the the show provided for his pleasure. When I imagine myself seducing or being seduced Master is an integral factor and as aroused as I become from thinking of kissing a helpless beauty, my arousal is ten fold when my imagination displays a picture of Master taking his every pleasure from the naughty toy.

I am not certain as to how or when the opportunity will arise but I do know that my desires for women, although vary, will be apart of me and my craving to kiss soft cherry lips will continue to linger whenever I pass by a pretty girl.

~His

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Posted: June 11th, 2009, 10:47pm CEST by slave

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The hotel room was warm, encouraging me to disrobe, leaving my body bare as I stretched my limbs against the plush suede beneath me. With eyes half opened, I barely witnessed Master walking across the room, retrieving the thick black diamond shaped paddle. I had been curious about this new toy the moment Master had picked it up and lightly swatted my backside while we were still in the store. There was something unique even then, with regards to being spanked, for this was the first time I had been intrigued with how the cool leather would feel against my flesh. In the past, when Master had spoken of spanking me, taken out the toys to use on my skin, I had cringed, tried to wiggle free, yet this time, I was hoping he would use it immediately.

I was still, even the gentle beating of my heart was quiet, as Master walked towards me. I no longer could see him but I did feel him, his fingertips, his lips and then the calm smack of paddle against flesh. There was no sting, rather the sensation was that of a deep thud. I released an unexpected moan after the first ten swats and found my whimpers growing steady, louder as the paddle made contact with my body. Master was deliberate with where the leather touched and with time the swats became harder, quicker, sharper and eventually the stinging returned. But unlike times before, the icy sensation was sweet, taunting me, making me press my pelvis deeper into the cushion, desiring harder, faster swats against my bottom. I was lost in each smack and for the first time my mind was not processing, rather it was turned off of thought entirely and only tuned into feelings. And what I felt was more.

I wanted more everything. More spankings, more pain, more redness on my ass and it was at this pinnacle, this monumental moment where I felt I could endure anything, Master placed his cool palm on my cheeks, feeling the ever so slightly raised welts and whispered, “I believe you are pink enough slave”. My body convulsed, aching for more attention and yet I was unable to ask, nay beg for more. I was breathless, confused at my reactions, responses to Masters assault and as Master tossed the toy onto the bed, I realised, quite to my surprise, that I did not want him to stop, I wanted him to continue, to push my limits, to make it painful to sit.

I felt myself stammer for my words yet I could not manage to speak. Instead I rolled onto my side, curling tight against Master, feeling the rush of heat flood my face as my thighs touched and I was taken aback with the moisture that had seeped between my legs. Throughout the entire experience it had never donned on me that I was aroused, I had been so engrossed with the sensations and noises of each spanking that I was oblivious to what was happening to the rest of me.

Immediately my mind geared into overdrive. How could this be? But I do not like to be spanked? Something must be wrong with me? The internal protests were silenced as Master placed his lips to my forehead, quietly telling me what a good girl I was. As though he could read my thoughts, he reassured me once more before pulling me tighter against his frame, shielding me from my very own verbal weapons, gagging my thoughts entirely, allowing me to drift into a deep sleep.

I like spankings.

Interestingly I only recently learned this about myself. Prior to a little get away with Master, where he took me to Montreal, I had declared numerously and with great conviction that I did wish to be spanked, for either pleasure or punishment. Still, as much as I proclaimed my lack of interest in being spanked, in truth there had been moments, brief interludes when Masters palm had smacked my bottom, that my body had responded in a manner opposite of what I told others, told myself.

When I reflect on my emotions with regards to being spanked it is obvious as to why I have dodged this desire. The connection of feeling “young” is grossly associated with me being spanked and although I am much more accepting now of my “daddy/young girl” thoughts, I still feel awkward with such a desire. When I had first learned that there were people who engaged in such “role playing” I was appalled. I could not believe that there were men who enjoyed being called “Daddy” by women who craved to be a “little girl”. Looking back I am very aware that my shock was due to the immediate arousal I felt between my ears and legs. And just as quickly as my panties became wet, I pushed such a thought deep, deep into the corners of my mind, burying it with absolutely any other thought imaginable. No matter how much neuron soil I covered my young girl complex with though, somehow those lustful fantasies would creep up, enticing me by filling my body with tingles, encouraging me to close my eyes, allow my fingertips to slip beneath my panties and bring me to an overwhelming orgasm leaving me breathless and embarrassed.

The shyness that is associated to those climaxes remains, even now after all that Master and I have shared, after disclosing every other lust, when I feel vulnerable, young, child like, my cheeks glow a soft pink hue. And this sensation of vulnerability is probably the hardest one with regards to the relationship I share with Master. But being vulnerable is good, and calling Master “daddy” feels safe and stirs something intoxicating inside of me and pushes me to free myself from my cognitive restraints and at last beg for the spanking I crave.

So yes, I like spankings. And every emotion that comes with it.

~His

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