Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
An interesting day...
“But how am I supposed to do things?” you whine as I wrap the rope around your wrists. Joined together in front of you, your two wrists are bound together, firmly, but you have some flexibility left.
I smile wickedly back at you. “That’s your problem,” I growl as I finish the knotty on the rope. Your hands are now secure in front of you. I give you ass a smack as I tell you to go about your business for the day. Today, all day, you will be in bondage. Your hands will be bound all day long as you eat, cook, watch television, sit, lay, pee, wash, read, work on the computer, etc. every move, every need, will be amplified by the rope holding your wrists together. Slave. That is what you are. It pleases your Master to see you move in the house this way. Struggle with things. Move in deliberate ways. Taking moments to think about how to do things, that before were second nature to you.
You plead with me through your eyes. Surely this will be too annoying. You can’t possibly go through an entire day in this condition. Already, you struggle with the bonds.
You wonder whether to really push this. Will he back down? Will he ignore you? Will he punish you? Will he just gag you?
Glancing down, you see his hardness through his pants. Raging, excited, you realize why he is doing this. It pleases him. You are pleasing him by doing this, by struggling through the day with your bonds. When will he take you, when will he lay claim to what is his? How often? You helpless to do anything, except submit and enjoy him. Enjoy your Master, for that is what pleases him. That is what turns him on. He has claimed you.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Renegotiations
The other week I picked up on a tone within Knottygirl's voice and a familiar redundant saying that she had been repeating a lot recently: "It isn't really my choice now, is it."
Glowing the the total dominance and Mastery of myself the words started to seem a bit hollow. Following my intuition, yes even us guys have that!, I asked her about it.
Well what followed was an exercising of her emotions as she crumbled into tears about the loss of all control in the relationship. What was working for me, was certainly not for her. Over time she had felt like all of her options were stripped from her, until her only choices were either stay and continue to suffer, or leave.
She pointed out that the pain I had been inflicting on her was becoming more and more drastic and she now was genuinely scared of me. She had also begun to loose respect for me. Shocked, I went to bed unsure where our relationship would be headed. I was upset that she was so upset and wasn't getting the pleasure out of this as I was. We both didn't know where we would go from there.
The next morning, with some introspection and distance from the emotions on both sides we worked out a "step back" from where we had been. I loosened up the restrictions. We talked. We renogotiated. I asked her what she liked and didn't like. What she wanted. What I wanted.
As it turns out, instead of scuttling the entire lifestyle, we did a "course correction". I don't feel like the big bad Master has wimped out. Rather I feel like the Master who tries to be attuned with his slave, listening to her song and making corrections as needed. One thing is for sure, I'm more interested in a slave that serves because of her love and devotion to me, rather than hr fear of me.
So far I have seen a big difference in her attitude. Cheerful and flirty, she is once again enjoying her Master, enjoying herself, and enjoying her role in our relationship. I am as well!
Glowing the the total dominance and Mastery of myself the words started to seem a bit hollow. Following my intuition, yes even us guys have that!, I asked her about it.
Well what followed was an exercising of her emotions as she crumbled into tears about the loss of all control in the relationship. What was working for me, was certainly not for her. Over time she had felt like all of her options were stripped from her, until her only choices were either stay and continue to suffer, or leave.
She pointed out that the pain I had been inflicting on her was becoming more and more drastic and she now was genuinely scared of me. She had also begun to loose respect for me. Shocked, I went to bed unsure where our relationship would be headed. I was upset that she was so upset and wasn't getting the pleasure out of this as I was. We both didn't know where we would go from there.
The next morning, with some introspection and distance from the emotions on both sides we worked out a "step back" from where we had been. I loosened up the restrictions. We talked. We renogotiated. I asked her what she liked and didn't like. What she wanted. What I wanted.
As it turns out, instead of scuttling the entire lifestyle, we did a "course correction". I don't feel like the big bad Master has wimped out. Rather I feel like the Master who tries to be attuned with his slave, listening to her song and making corrections as needed. One thing is for sure, I'm more interested in a slave that serves because of her love and devotion to me, rather than hr fear of me.
So far I have seen a big difference in her attitude. Cheerful and flirty, she is once again enjoying her Master, enjoying herself, and enjoying her role in our relationship. I am as well!
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Resurfacing
Outside forces rocked me and my Masterly ways. It's been over a month and I am just now beginning to move back into M/s interest. Knottygirl, my slave has tried to be understanding while I have tried to work through issues that were not part of our relationship. During that time, my need of her as my supportive caring wife outgrew the need for her to be my submissive slave.
Things seem to be getting better, there is light at the end of the tunnel and with that new found hope and optimism, I am relieved to find that this wasn't just a fad, an interest that lingered till I became bored and moved onto something else.
There are times of frustration when I wish I could smash my foot on the accelerator and instantly catapult us into 24/7 Master/slave groveling, whipping, bondage and leather lifestyle. I know she isn't ready for that, and I found I'm not either. Our power dynamic is such that I am the dominant of the two, I have the final decision in all things, but she is just a valuable to our relationship and marriage as I am. She is the yang, to my ying-or the other way around?
I don't know if it is PC in BDSM circles to call her my partner, but she is. She is a hundred other things as my mood strikes me, my slave, my sub, my little girl, my slut, my fucktoy, my wife, my friend, but above all else she is my partner, the one I Chose to spend my life with. For that I'm very lucky and fortunate to have her give herself to me. And I might add, she damn lucky to have me!
Last night, I grabbed her from behind, spun her around and looked down into her face, locking eyes, I told her her Master has returned. The change in he face was subtle, but I read it as relief and joy and an "It's about fucking time!" look from her eyes!
I still remember her desire for training, more rules, and strictness. That part of me has been away for too long!
Things seem to be getting better, there is light at the end of the tunnel and with that new found hope and optimism, I am relieved to find that this wasn't just a fad, an interest that lingered till I became bored and moved onto something else.
There are times of frustration when I wish I could smash my foot on the accelerator and instantly catapult us into 24/7 Master/slave groveling, whipping, bondage and leather lifestyle. I know she isn't ready for that, and I found I'm not either. Our power dynamic is such that I am the dominant of the two, I have the final decision in all things, but she is just a valuable to our relationship and marriage as I am. She is the yang, to my ying-or the other way around?
I don't know if it is PC in BDSM circles to call her my partner, but she is. She is a hundred other things as my mood strikes me, my slave, my sub, my little girl, my slut, my fucktoy, my wife, my friend, but above all else she is my partner, the one I Chose to spend my life with. For that I'm very lucky and fortunate to have her give herself to me. And I might add, she damn lucky to have me!
Last night, I grabbed her from behind, spun her around and looked down into her face, locking eyes, I told her her Master has returned. The change in he face was subtle, but I read it as relief and joy and an "It's about fucking time!" look from her eyes!
I still remember her desire for training, more rules, and strictness. That part of me has been away for too long!
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