Me: "I can't be this."
Him: "You are this. You're just too afraid of yourself to accept it. You try so hard that you get in your own way."
Well
ummm
hmmm...
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Collar
I haven't worn my collar for some time now. Actually, I have two and my skin decided it was going to react to both of them, so it's been collarless for me.
Last night Alpha put me in the collar we only use for play--I have a different sense of style, so no one has ever questioned the leather collar an o ring, but this one only a teenager who had no clue could pull off wearing in public lol.
And the instant it closed around my neck, I realized how very much I miss my collar.
It's like a wedding ring--I am his with or without it. It does not define our relationship. It is merely a symbol of our arrangement. A special trinket that has meaning because of the importance we place on it.
But I miss it something terrible. And I asked him to put my collar on when he took the other one off. And I'll wear it until my skin rebels again. Because I love how it makes me feel.
Last night Alpha put me in the collar we only use for play--I have a different sense of style, so no one has ever questioned the leather collar an o ring, but this one only a teenager who had no clue could pull off wearing in public lol.
And the instant it closed around my neck, I realized how very much I miss my collar.
It's like a wedding ring--I am his with or without it. It does not define our relationship. It is merely a symbol of our arrangement. A special trinket that has meaning because of the importance we place on it.
But I miss it something terrible. And I asked him to put my collar on when he took the other one off. And I'll wear it until my skin rebels again. Because I love how it makes me feel.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Where is the Line?
I was recently inspired to dive into a thought process around healthy limit pushing and crossing the line into actual damage.
It really is the proverbial line in the sand--you draw it, stand there with your nice little stick pointing firmly at it... and a big wave comes along. Bye bye line in the sand. Sometimes it's a good thing. Other times, not so much.
So we try to walk on this finite line and travel in a direction that's healthy. Hopefully without falling off one side or another. But falling along the way is inevitable. Kind of like learning to walk or swim--at some point you are going to eat dirt or breath water.
There's a line between growth and damage. Sometimes it's difficult to see through the waves, but it's there. And I was recently asked where exactly "there" is.
The truth is, I don't know. Pause for shocked silence (yes, please do smirk here).
Your line might be over there, someone else line might be over here and off to the side.
For me, the line falls somewhere between that place where I just know I can't go any further even though I can (in that "I can't think or speak because my brains are goo and may never function again" kind of way), and feeling icky the next day or when the experience is duplicated. But it has so far been nearly impossible for me to catch on my own. I need His help.
It takes a while to figure out where your line is. And even then the damn thing has a tendency to move. And it takes time for someone else to pin down your moving line. So it's easy to cross when you are trying to push the limits. And damn do I like having my limits pushed. In a love/hate kind of way.
It is possible to experience ttwd and come out cleaner, heal old wounds, expand your mind and the way you see existence, to create a relationship that is, to plagiarize myself (can you do that?), closer than skin will allow.
And it is also quite possible to come out wounded and damaged, with new scars and a relationship lacking mental intimacy.
I believe that overall, we come closest to shark infested waters when we deal with pain or humiliation.
Pain factors into Alpha and I's relationship, but it's not something He generally pushes further than I think I can go. Pain, while extremely physical, is also a very mental experience--how it is given, how it is taken, the individual processes along the way.
I think humiliation (referencing myself again of course), is a bit different. It can be kind of like swimming with dolphins in shark infested waters--dangerous but oh so incredible. And it's not so much about the event itself as what happens afterwards. So maybe the line between growth and damage isn't so much about what happens when we play on the edge, but the things that happen when we hang off of it.
I'm gonna get sidetracked with humiliation for a minute here...I used to think it was squarely on the wrong side of my little line in the sand. And then I learned that there is nothing quite like it. Having someone piss all over you and treat you like a dirty whore one minute, then turn around and tell you that they love and respect you the more for it and you can try to take over the world again tomorrow? It's one hell of an experience. Yes, I know run-on sentences are one of my major grammatical errors. I can't help it if that's how I think lol.
And it's tricky, because that worthless feeling can be a sneaky little bitch who wants to sit next to you and be a close companion. Sometimes she wants to hang around and mess with your head. That's why what happens afterwards is so important--It can crush her or bring her in for coffee.
Alpha likes to say that He will hurt but never harm me. And I think that is an important distinction. Hurt is a temporary experience that offer opportunities for growth. Harm occurs when there are adverse impacts with lasting effects.
How do we avoid crossing that sometimes finite line between to much and not enough, between hurt and harm--how do we walk on the perfect road? Never gonna happen 100% of the time. Huff at me all you want lol. It will still remain true.
But I do believe it is possible to maintain an overall healthy balance.
There's no substitution for knowing someone well. Alpha knows me well, and is quite acquainted with my migrating line in the sand--He has moved it upon occasion. The better a Dom knows their sub, the easier it is to avoid damage.
At the risk of sounding hypocritical, I think that safe words (and actually using them), can really prevent a lot of harm and diffuse situations before they reach the point of causing damage. They give submissives the tools to help prevent harm. If you have one? Use it when you need it. Not after. And the better you know yourself, the more effective and useful it will be.
Is there one single point where everyone's line intersects, a common point between pushing the limits and incurring damage? If so, I think that it is an emotional intersection. Perhaps a feeling in common...But whatever path gets us there will be unique to each.
It really is the proverbial line in the sand--you draw it, stand there with your nice little stick pointing firmly at it... and a big wave comes along. Bye bye line in the sand. Sometimes it's a good thing. Other times, not so much.
So we try to walk on this finite line and travel in a direction that's healthy. Hopefully without falling off one side or another. But falling along the way is inevitable. Kind of like learning to walk or swim--at some point you are going to eat dirt or breath water.
There's a line between growth and damage. Sometimes it's difficult to see through the waves, but it's there. And I was recently asked where exactly "there" is.
The truth is, I don't know. Pause for shocked silence (yes, please do smirk here).
Your line might be over there, someone else line might be over here and off to the side.
For me, the line falls somewhere between that place where I just know I can't go any further even though I can (in that "I can't think or speak because my brains are goo and may never function again" kind of way), and feeling icky the next day or when the experience is duplicated. But it has so far been nearly impossible for me to catch on my own. I need His help.
It takes a while to figure out where your line is. And even then the damn thing has a tendency to move. And it takes time for someone else to pin down your moving line. So it's easy to cross when you are trying to push the limits. And damn do I like having my limits pushed. In a love/hate kind of way.
It is possible to experience ttwd and come out cleaner, heal old wounds, expand your mind and the way you see existence, to create a relationship that is, to plagiarize myself (can you do that?), closer than skin will allow.
And it is also quite possible to come out wounded and damaged, with new scars and a relationship lacking mental intimacy.
I believe that overall, we come closest to shark infested waters when we deal with pain or humiliation.
Pain factors into Alpha and I's relationship, but it's not something He generally pushes further than I think I can go. Pain, while extremely physical, is also a very mental experience--how it is given, how it is taken, the individual processes along the way.
I think humiliation (referencing myself again of course), is a bit different. It can be kind of like swimming with dolphins in shark infested waters--dangerous but oh so incredible. And it's not so much about the event itself as what happens afterwards. So maybe the line between growth and damage isn't so much about what happens when we play on the edge, but the things that happen when we hang off of it.
I'm gonna get sidetracked with humiliation for a minute here...I used to think it was squarely on the wrong side of my little line in the sand. And then I learned that there is nothing quite like it. Having someone piss all over you and treat you like a dirty whore one minute, then turn around and tell you that they love and respect you the more for it and you can try to take over the world again tomorrow? It's one hell of an experience. Yes, I know run-on sentences are one of my major grammatical errors. I can't help it if that's how I think lol.
And it's tricky, because that worthless feeling can be a sneaky little bitch who wants to sit next to you and be a close companion. Sometimes she wants to hang around and mess with your head. That's why what happens afterwards is so important--It can crush her or bring her in for coffee.
Alpha likes to say that He will hurt but never harm me. And I think that is an important distinction. Hurt is a temporary experience that offer opportunities for growth. Harm occurs when there are adverse impacts with lasting effects.
How do we avoid crossing that sometimes finite line between to much and not enough, between hurt and harm--how do we walk on the perfect road? Never gonna happen 100% of the time. Huff at me all you want lol. It will still remain true.
But I do believe it is possible to maintain an overall healthy balance.
There's no substitution for knowing someone well. Alpha knows me well, and is quite acquainted with my migrating line in the sand--He has moved it upon occasion. The better a Dom knows their sub, the easier it is to avoid damage.
At the risk of sounding hypocritical, I think that safe words (and actually using them), can really prevent a lot of harm and diffuse situations before they reach the point of causing damage. They give submissives the tools to help prevent harm. If you have one? Use it when you need it. Not after. And the better you know yourself, the more effective and useful it will be.
Is there one single point where everyone's line intersects, a common point between pushing the limits and incurring damage? If so, I think that it is an emotional intersection. Perhaps a feeling in common...But whatever path gets us there will be unique to each.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Growing Pains
Long ago I had this realization that I couldn't control my own sexuality. And since I couldn't control it, I repressed it. While my brain-to-mouth filter is terrible a bit lacking, my ability to repress things is actually rather good. I can push things so far down that even I can't seem to reach them.
I am used to being in control of desire. Well, in a one-way-street kind of manner--turning it off. Can't turn it on to save my life, but I am very good at turning desires off.
Growth can be painful. Some of the most defining experiences of my life were the most painful. But they made me grow. Unwillingly perhaps lol, but evolution nonetheless.
I'm having a little crisis of self. While I feel like I am growing and changing for the better, I also question myself--what does it mean, who will I be, how will it go? I feel like I have jumped in the deep end and never actually learned how to swim. That I am becoming someone I don't know how to be.
Alpha says that I think to much. That I am afraid of myself.
Really though, is there anything more terrifying and unavoidable as oneself? After all, there is a wanton needy whore locked up down there. And she is seriously lacking in self control.
I am used to being in control of desire. Well, in a one-way-street kind of manner--turning it off. Can't turn it on to save my life, but I am very good at turning desires off.
Growth can be painful. Some of the most defining experiences of my life were the most painful. But they made me grow. Unwillingly perhaps lol, but evolution nonetheless.
I'm having a little crisis of self. While I feel like I am growing and changing for the better, I also question myself--what does it mean, who will I be, how will it go? I feel like I have jumped in the deep end and never actually learned how to swim. That I am becoming someone I don't know how to be.
Alpha says that I think to much. That I am afraid of myself.
Really though, is there anything more terrifying and unavoidable as oneself? After all, there is a wanton needy whore locked up down there. And she is seriously lacking in self control.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Tell and some Transcendence
Interrupting regularly scheduled programming for show and tell. Well, tell anyways. I doubt I'll ever "show" lol.
I have a long held, deeply personal, and completely involuntary Thanksgiving tradition: I will accidentally mess myself up in any possible way that presents itself.
Some exhibits from past years include:
Almost chopping my finger off with an ax, multiple occasions of shutting my fingers in car doors, and various kitchen knife malfunctions.
My skills are spectacular!
This year, I am pleased to report that I have neared my previous (though still standing), record with the ax--twisted ankle on the way out the door. So umm, I guess my lesson here is be thankful I still have fingers and haven't broken anything besides my pride? Well, pride is overrated anyways.
Now back to the regularly scheduled rambling...
Sometimes I think my posts come out so raw that the negativity is what draws attention. Very rarely are my posts as much about the issues I'm having, as they are about what I gained or am trying to learn from a particular issue/experience. I guess what I'm getting at is that my hope is not to leave people with a description of my problems as much as to highlight growth through them and find my own way.
When I write about painful events, I don't want sympathy. I do it because it is part of my crazy little journey. It is a reflection of being human, something we all share, an inevitable occurrence on the path of life.
I believe that writing isn't so much about where we want to be and what we want people to see, as it is about the journey and sharing the truths that we discover along the way.
In reality, as crappy as my week was, I have had realizations that are...transcendent? And yes, I did look it up for good measure lol:
I have a long held, deeply personal, and completely involuntary Thanksgiving tradition: I will accidentally mess myself up in any possible way that presents itself.
Some exhibits from past years include:
Almost chopping my finger off with an ax, multiple occasions of shutting my fingers in car doors, and various kitchen knife malfunctions.
My skills are spectacular!
This year, I am pleased to report that I have neared my previous (though still standing), record with the ax--twisted ankle on the way out the door. So umm, I guess my lesson here is be thankful I still have fingers and haven't broken anything besides my pride? Well, pride is overrated anyways.
Now back to the regularly scheduled rambling...
Sometimes I think my posts come out so raw that the negativity is what draws attention. Very rarely are my posts as much about the issues I'm having, as they are about what I gained or am trying to learn from a particular issue/experience. I guess what I'm getting at is that my hope is not to leave people with a description of my problems as much as to highlight growth through them and find my own way.
When I write about painful events, I don't want sympathy. I do it because it is part of my crazy little journey. It is a reflection of being human, something we all share, an inevitable occurrence on the path of life.
I believe that writing isn't so much about where we want to be and what we want people to see, as it is about the journey and sharing the truths that we discover along the way.
In reality, as crappy as my week was, I have had realizations that are...transcendent? And yes, I did look it up for good measure lol:
"1 a : exceeding usual limits : surpassing b : extending or lying beyond the limits of ordinary experience c in Kantian philosophy : being beyond the limits of all possible experience and knowledge
2: being beyond comprehension"
Looking back at past events and facing old ways of thinking, it made me take a mental step in the present.
And I'm not sure where it's going, though I amobsessively faithfully attempting to figure it out.
For a long time my physical limits had a huge hand in defining our sex life and our relationship as a whole. Over the years we learned that the majority of my physical issues were merely a manifestation of mental issues. And damned if those don't have the potential to be so much harder to heal.
ttwd changed everything. Mostly, I believe, because it starts in the mind. The less Alpha allows my perceptions and preconceived notions of my physical and mental limitations to define our interactions, the better my body and mind adapt.
Have I quit making sense yet? Because I haven't analyzed this to death yet you know; so I'm still on the fence as to whether or not it makes sense. I'm not finished dissecting it and examining all the various parts; though I am starting to think there might actually be such a thing as over analyzing.
The thing is, the deeper we go down the rabbit hole, the more terrified I become. Because I am so brilliant with walls, I mean, I gots major skills--you want a practically impenetrable wall that wraps around the world? I can build it in my mind. And various ones have been slowly toppling over time.
And I made a decision a long time ago--that I would not need, desire wouldn't fuel me, I would not be whateverthehellitis I appear to be turning into.
Yea, I just knew I could not allow myself to be a wanton whore.
At the same time, this is merely a manifestation of something that I have been both craving and repressing for a very long time. My brain-to-mouth filter isbroken somewhat lacking, but repression is one of the more questionable skills that I have down to a science.
Looking back at past events and facing old ways of thinking, it made me take a mental step in the present.
And I'm not sure where it's going, though I am
For a long time my physical limits had a huge hand in defining our sex life and our relationship as a whole. Over the years we learned that the majority of my physical issues were merely a manifestation of mental issues. And damned if those don't have the potential to be so much harder to heal.
ttwd changed everything. Mostly, I believe, because it starts in the mind. The less Alpha allows my perceptions and preconceived notions of my physical and mental limitations to define our interactions, the better my body and mind adapt.
Have I quit making sense yet? Because I haven't analyzed this to death yet you know; so I'm still on the fence as to whether or not it makes sense. I'm not finished dissecting it and examining all the various parts; though I am starting to think there might actually be such a thing as over analyzing.
The thing is, the deeper we go down the rabbit hole, the more terrified I become. Because I am so brilliant with walls, I mean, I gots major skills--you want a practically impenetrable wall that wraps around the world? I can build it in my mind. And various ones have been slowly toppling over time.
And I made a decision a long time ago--that I would not need, desire wouldn't fuel me, I would not be whateverthehellitis I appear to be turning into.
Yea, I just knew I could not allow myself to be a wanton whore.
At the same time, this is merely a manifestation of something that I have been both craving and repressing for a very long time. My brain-to-mouth filter is
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Giving thanks--dysfunctional style
I'm gonna skip the whole holiday bit today...After all, I'm more important to me right lol.
Anyone who has personal experience with self harm may want to skip out now and visit one of the lovely reads over on the right. Your call.
Disclaimer duly posted.
I had a very bad day yesterday and it actually had a quite a lovely ending. First off, I was predisposed to angst--holidays have been kind of rough over the last couple of years. I miss my father. And you might think that the day they spent bitching about a holiday originating in massacre would be the last time you would miss someone, but it's really not. Truthfully, I miss sitting there eating swearing up and down that we all know the story and begging him to stop before passing the cranberry sauce.
Secondly, angst got a hold of me in other ways and just turned into outright rage and misery about things/people completely unrelated to my underlying sadness (eight year old boy with major attitude problem, free to good home!)
That all being said, I used to be a cutter. It's not something I talk about, and rarely do I think about it either. I don't need anybody to tell me self harm is stupid (accidents however, are something klutzes like me are quite prone to. And they happen lol). But I do now have more of an understanding of what compelled me to do so than I ever have before.
In my early teens it was an attempt at scrubbing a layer of filth off my being that I just couldn't get rid of. It was never an extremely common experience for me, but in later years I did it for different reasons (well, perhaps a bit of both). It became about rage. The kind of rage where you just want to break things and smash another person's face into something. It was about not being able to release excess negative feeling. And cutting gave me that.
I haven't so much as looked at a razor in over five years and thought about doing anything besides cleaning windows with it.
Alpha wasn't home yesterday and I was having a Very bad day. I wanted to break things. Beat my kid, and maybe blow up the world just for shits and giggles. Since none of those options was feasible, my irrational and raging brain offered me another solution that seemed much more doable.
I thought about it. A lot. And self harm is against the rules. Oh so very clearly against the rules. It's not a "oh crap I forgot to ask if I could wear underwear" kind of offense either. And all I could see in my mind was Alpha's face--that look of utter disgust and disappointment that makes me feel like I am an inch tall and just crawled out of the sewer.
So when He got home, I confessed my weak moment. Hastily pointing out that I hadn't actually done anything, I saw the look of disappointment. Thankfully lacking in complete disgust, but disappointment is a hard pill to swallow.
One of the ways that ttwd serves us is that it allows me to let go of sadness and rage through pain. It gives Him a healthy outlet for His own anger (and before anyone climbs up on their mighty little high-horse, He has never punished or struck me in anger. Nor do I believe He ever will).
I confessed my mental crimes. Alpha sighed and informed me that I was going to be punished. On one hand I was kind of hurt about it, I mean I hadn't actually done it after all. On the other hand, I was thankful because I needed it for many reasons. Primarily because it would give me my fix. A way to let everything inside. Just. Go.
He whipped me with the riding crop. 20 strikes can be enjoyable or unbearable. These were most definitely Not the enjoyable kind. He told me that He was sorry He had to punish me but He didn't want me thinking those kinds of things. That He was sad because He thought we were beyond this, that my pain His His domain. Then He looked at me with sadness pouring out His eyes, and informed me that He was very disappointed.
Yea, I couldn't let myself cry from the pain, but that one sentence was the very last straw. And I cried. As He slowly kissed away the pain, He said this was behind us once again, that my pain is His domain and if I need it I have to ask Him to give it, that He loved me deeply and was going to use me.
He gave me a new orgasm record (not much for most of you lol, but incredible for me), and passed out on the couch beside me since I'm still sleeping on the floor.
I don't know that I have ever given such a genuine "thank you" for punishment in my whole life.
I am thankful for that punishment. And I am thankful that He knows what I need and is willing to give it to me.
Anyone who has personal experience with self harm may want to skip out now and visit one of the lovely reads over on the right. Your call.
Disclaimer duly posted.
I had a very bad day yesterday and it actually had a quite a lovely ending. First off, I was predisposed to angst--holidays have been kind of rough over the last couple of years. I miss my father. And you might think that the day they spent bitching about a holiday originating in massacre would be the last time you would miss someone, but it's really not. Truthfully, I miss sitting there eating swearing up and down that we all know the story and begging him to stop before passing the cranberry sauce.
Secondly, angst got a hold of me in other ways and just turned into outright rage and misery about things/people completely unrelated to my underlying sadness (eight year old boy with major attitude problem, free to good home!)
That all being said, I used to be a cutter. It's not something I talk about, and rarely do I think about it either. I don't need anybody to tell me self harm is stupid (accidents however, are something klutzes like me are quite prone to. And they happen lol). But I do now have more of an understanding of what compelled me to do so than I ever have before.
In my early teens it was an attempt at scrubbing a layer of filth off my being that I just couldn't get rid of. It was never an extremely common experience for me, but in later years I did it for different reasons (well, perhaps a bit of both). It became about rage. The kind of rage where you just want to break things and smash another person's face into something. It was about not being able to release excess negative feeling. And cutting gave me that.
I haven't so much as looked at a razor in over five years and thought about doing anything besides cleaning windows with it.
Alpha wasn't home yesterday and I was having a Very bad day. I wanted to break things. Beat my kid, and maybe blow up the world just for shits and giggles. Since none of those options was feasible, my irrational and raging brain offered me another solution that seemed much more doable.
I thought about it. A lot. And self harm is against the rules. Oh so very clearly against the rules. It's not a "oh crap I forgot to ask if I could wear underwear" kind of offense either. And all I could see in my mind was Alpha's face--that look of utter disgust and disappointment that makes me feel like I am an inch tall and just crawled out of the sewer.
So when He got home, I confessed my weak moment. Hastily pointing out that I hadn't actually done anything, I saw the look of disappointment. Thankfully lacking in complete disgust, but disappointment is a hard pill to swallow.
One of the ways that ttwd serves us is that it allows me to let go of sadness and rage through pain. It gives Him a healthy outlet for His own anger (and before anyone climbs up on their mighty little high-horse, He has never punished or struck me in anger. Nor do I believe He ever will).
I confessed my mental crimes. Alpha sighed and informed me that I was going to be punished. On one hand I was kind of hurt about it, I mean I hadn't actually done it after all. On the other hand, I was thankful because I needed it for many reasons. Primarily because it would give me my fix. A way to let everything inside. Just. Go.
He whipped me with the riding crop. 20 strikes can be enjoyable or unbearable. These were most definitely Not the enjoyable kind. He told me that He was sorry He had to punish me but He didn't want me thinking those kinds of things. That He was sad because He thought we were beyond this, that my pain His His domain. Then He looked at me with sadness pouring out His eyes, and informed me that He was very disappointed.
Yea, I couldn't let myself cry from the pain, but that one sentence was the very last straw. And I cried. As He slowly kissed away the pain, He said this was behind us once again, that my pain is His domain and if I need it I have to ask Him to give it, that He loved me deeply and was going to use me.
He gave me a new orgasm record (not much for most of you lol, but incredible for me), and passed out on the couch beside me since I'm still sleeping on the floor.
I don't know that I have ever given such a genuine "thank you" for punishment in my whole life.
I am thankful for that punishment. And I am thankful that He knows what I need and is willing to give it to me.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
My Physical Therapsit is a_______?
I go to her of my own free will
She proceeds to hurt me while I lay there and take it.
She talks me through it and makes me breath.
I thank her when she's donetormenting fixing me.
She hooks me up to some sort ofmedieval torture electric shock device.
She tapes me up. Tape!
She puts ice on me. I absolutely hate cold of any kind!
She makes me do all kinds of things I don't want to do.
Then she gives me a long list of things I can't do.
She took away my pillow.
And to top it all off, she makes me sleep on the floor. The next day she asks me how I slept with a knowingly sympathetic smile and no intention of allowing me to return to my bed.
If you guessed
sadist.
You win.
However, all awards must be self-supplied lol.
She proceeds to hurt me while I lay there and take it.
She talks me through it and makes me breath.
I thank her when she's done
She hooks me up to some sort of
She tapes me up. Tape!
She puts ice on me. I absolutely hate cold of any kind!
She makes me do all kinds of things I don't want to do.
Then she gives me a long list of things I can't do.
She took away my pillow.
And to top it all off, she makes me sleep on the floor. The next day she asks me how I slept with a knowingly sympathetic smile and no intention of allowing me to return to my bed.
If you guessed
sadist.
You win.
However, all awards must be self-supplied lol.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Road to Redemption
I will be amazed if anyone makes it more than halfway through this ramble lol. I won't blame you for giving up. I promise.
And against my better advice you have decided to give it a go...
It's a long haul--the road to redemption. And I have been on it for a very long time.
This blog was my first foray back onto the internet after having done some very bad things and getting caught. We were falling apart and my secret antics weren't helping anything. Alpha had even given me permission to fuck around. With one condition--I had to tell Him.
Then I discovered I liked things I was afraid to admit to. And while I was at it, I managed to form a completely unrelated attachment to another man in a non D/s way.
Yea, lying is bad (in case anybody hadn't realized that. You know, my mistakes are your public service message lol). He read my IM's, the man I mentioned before called our house in the middle of the night, I had pretty much fucked up ten ways to the moon only skipping physical cheating on my way there.
In all fairness to me Alpha wasn't at His overall best either. He just dealt with and expressed our issues in different ways (hey, I sometimes find submission quite unfair, so if I want to be fair to myself on my blog, then pfbt).
This was about 5 years ago (I swear having children makes time blend together). And to this day I hate talking about it. I hate seeing the words on a page, I can't stand the feelings I get when I think about it.
Mostly? I hate seeing it on the page and knowing He will read it. And be reminded of what He already knows. And I will feel icky.
But this post isn't about my mistakes as much as it is about where we are now.
The start of this blog came with conditions.
I could roam blogland to my hearts content and comment wherever I wished. I could talk privately to subs as much as I wanted. He got access to everything. And there was to be no contact with other Dominants outside of blog comments--at all. And if I did, there better be a damn good and immediate explanation.
Some people will say I got off easy, and some will say these rules came from insecurity on Alpha's part. Quite frankly, I'll disagree with both stances. Because while our arrangement is not what I would call "fair," I do feel these conditions are just.
And in a way, I needed those rules to feel like I was on the path to redemption. When we first started ttwd, I thought He was just going to beat the crap out of me. Take the anger I knew He had been saving and let it go on my ass (because the man was far to calm. It was like when children are quiet--you just know bad things are coming).
Part of me wanted that very badly. But it didn't happen. Oh no, He eventually chose to go a much more painful route and continue on it for a very long time--He made me talk about it. At the most random and intimate moments, He would ask me questions about what I had been doing out here in the big wide world of the web.
And yea, I have a hard time even telling Him that I like something He's doing to me.
Fucking.
Brutal.
Over the course of the last five years, I have never requested to talk to another Dominant, I have never had any conversations or need to explain them. I never wanted to.
This is going to a far more innocent place than you think. Gimme some credit.
The other day I got an email response to a comment I left on a Dominant blog. Nothing really. A simple short response and the fact that He liked my blog.
And I wanted to respond to it. Because I have been reading there for a very long time. And I like that this person likes my blog.
And I don't really have much to say.
But I have to ask Alpha.
And the answer will tell me how far along I have come on my path to redemption.
It took me a little while to ask. Not because it would have really made a difference whether or not I could, but because saying no would mean that I hadn't earned back His trust.
Which, at this point? Would be pretty crushing to my little world.
I cannot hide anything from Him. Now this one is really weird, because it's hard to find words for the feeling I get when I even think about it...Icky maybe. A long time ago I learned that there is a feeling of filth you just can't wash off. It crawls under your skin, and consumes you from the inside out. This is going to make zero sense if you have never had an experience that made you feel this way; however, the feeling I am trying to describe is like a mild version of that in a very different way (told you to give up at the very beginning didn't I).
And I feel like my entire soul is bare to Him.
So for Him to doubt me would be...Absolutely shitty.
When you trust someone with more than your life, and they don't trust you in return...Well that's just fucked isn't it.
It's odd, this space I find myself in. How deeply He has gotten to me. How entwined I am in Him.
When I was done creating Mount Everest out of a single grain of sand (you can see why, no matter how short my little redemption trail could have been, it had to be long. Just 'cuz...)
I found out that I have made it a long way down this crazy road called redemption. And maybe His answer wasn't just about me, but my choice of who I wanted to talk to. Either way, it doesn't really matter.
Because we have finally gotten to that place where I am not just a whore. I am His whore. And that one little word makes all the difference in the world.
And if you made it all the way to this point (don't say I didn't warn you), you seriously deserve coffee. And probably chocolate too.
I have consumed massive amounts of both over the course of my road to redemption.
And against my better advice you have decided to give it a go...
It's a long haul--the road to redemption. And I have been on it for a very long time.
This blog was my first foray back onto the internet after having done some very bad things and getting caught. We were falling apart and my secret antics weren't helping anything. Alpha had even given me permission to fuck around. With one condition--I had to tell Him.
Then I discovered I liked things I was afraid to admit to. And while I was at it, I managed to form a completely unrelated attachment to another man in a non D/s way.
Yea, lying is bad (in case anybody hadn't realized that. You know, my mistakes are your public service message lol). He read my IM's, the man I mentioned before called our house in the middle of the night, I had pretty much fucked up ten ways to the moon only skipping physical cheating on my way there.
In all fairness to me Alpha wasn't at His overall best either. He just dealt with and expressed our issues in different ways (hey, I sometimes find submission quite unfair, so if I want to be fair to myself on my blog, then pfbt).
This was about 5 years ago (I swear having children makes time blend together). And to this day I hate talking about it. I hate seeing the words on a page, I can't stand the feelings I get when I think about it.
Mostly? I hate seeing it on the page and knowing He will read it. And be reminded of what He already knows. And I will feel icky.
But this post isn't about my mistakes as much as it is about where we are now.
The start of this blog came with conditions.
I could roam blogland to my hearts content and comment wherever I wished. I could talk privately to subs as much as I wanted. He got access to everything. And there was to be no contact with other Dominants outside of blog comments--at all. And if I did, there better be a damn good and immediate explanation.
Some people will say I got off easy, and some will say these rules came from insecurity on Alpha's part. Quite frankly, I'll disagree with both stances. Because while our arrangement is not what I would call "fair," I do feel these conditions are just.
And in a way, I needed those rules to feel like I was on the path to redemption. When we first started ttwd, I thought He was just going to beat the crap out of me. Take the anger I knew He had been saving and let it go on my ass (because the man was far to calm. It was like when children are quiet--you just know bad things are coming).
Part of me wanted that very badly. But it didn't happen. Oh no, He eventually chose to go a much more painful route and continue on it for a very long time--He made me talk about it. At the most random and intimate moments, He would ask me questions about what I had been doing out here in the big wide world of the web.
And yea, I have a hard time even telling Him that I like something He's doing to me.
Fucking.
Brutal.
Over the course of the last five years, I have never requested to talk to another Dominant, I have never had any conversations or need to explain them. I never wanted to.
This is going to a far more innocent place than you think. Gimme some credit.
The other day I got an email response to a comment I left on a Dominant blog. Nothing really. A simple short response and the fact that He liked my blog.
And I wanted to respond to it. Because I have been reading there for a very long time. And I like that this person likes my blog.
And I don't really have much to say.
But I have to ask Alpha.
And the answer will tell me how far along I have come on my path to redemption.
It took me a little while to ask. Not because it would have really made a difference whether or not I could, but because saying no would mean that I hadn't earned back His trust.
Which, at this point? Would be pretty crushing to my little world.
I cannot hide anything from Him. Now this one is really weird, because it's hard to find words for the feeling I get when I even think about it...Icky maybe. A long time ago I learned that there is a feeling of filth you just can't wash off. It crawls under your skin, and consumes you from the inside out. This is going to make zero sense if you have never had an experience that made you feel this way; however, the feeling I am trying to describe is like a mild version of that in a very different way (told you to give up at the very beginning didn't I).
And I feel like my entire soul is bare to Him.
So for Him to doubt me would be...Absolutely shitty.
When you trust someone with more than your life, and they don't trust you in return...Well that's just fucked isn't it.
It's odd, this space I find myself in. How deeply He has gotten to me. How entwined I am in Him.
When I was done creating Mount Everest out of a single grain of sand (you can see why, no matter how short my little redemption trail could have been, it had to be long. Just 'cuz...)
I found out that I have made it a long way down this crazy road called redemption. And maybe His answer wasn't just about me, but my choice of who I wanted to talk to. Either way, it doesn't really matter.
Because we have finally gotten to that place where I am not just a whore. I am His whore. And that one little word makes all the difference in the world.
And if you made it all the way to this point (don't say I didn't warn you), you seriously deserve coffee. And probably chocolate too.
I have consumed massive amounts of both over the course of my road to redemption.
Monday, November 21, 2011
It's Good to Have Goals
Alpha knows when I "check out." Lights on or off. When I think it's not obvious. Even to myself.
He was fucking me and He stopped. Running His fingers gently through my hair and caressing my face, He asked me "where you at little one?" And it took me a minute to respond, because sometimes I'm not even sure myself.
"I'm sorry that I'm not a multi-orgasmic whore constantly begging to fuck your brains out Master." Because that's what He had before me. And even though He chose me? I sometimes think about what she had that I do not. I don't think about the reasons He chose me instead--that He wanted someone capable of thinking for themselves, with a strong will to bend, with a mind that He finds beautiful. A woman who could stand at His side and weather the storms without falling apart.
Na, I don't think about those things because sometimes I am ruled by my insecurities. Sacrilege right? Because I'm supposed to be ruled by Alpha. But insecurities are a bit like hormones--they lay in wait to ambush you when least expected.
His response to my apology was typically simplistic as He began moving slowly, He said, "It's good to have goals."
And it made me smile. Because while I may struggle with self acceptance? He accepts me as I am. Everything. And the parts He doesn't like so much? He helps me change them. And even if it takes years to do so, He still takes me as I am along the way.
The truth is, I doubt anyone really becomes that which they compare themselves to. Because each individual is unique. It's good to be happy with who you are. And I am.
But it's good to have goals too.
He was fucking me and He stopped. Running His fingers gently through my hair and caressing my face, He asked me "where you at little one?" And it took me a minute to respond, because sometimes I'm not even sure myself.
"I'm sorry that I'm not a multi-orgasmic whore constantly begging to fuck your brains out Master." Because that's what He had before me. And even though He chose me? I sometimes think about what she had that I do not. I don't think about the reasons He chose me instead--that He wanted someone capable of thinking for themselves, with a strong will to bend, with a mind that He finds beautiful. A woman who could stand at His side and weather the storms without falling apart.
Na, I don't think about those things because sometimes I am ruled by my insecurities. Sacrilege right? Because I'm supposed to be ruled by Alpha. But insecurities are a bit like hormones--they lay in wait to ambush you when least expected.
His response to my apology was typically simplistic as He began moving slowly, He said, "It's good to have goals."
And it made me smile. Because while I may struggle with self acceptance? He accepts me as I am. Everything. And the parts He doesn't like so much? He helps me change them. And even if it takes years to do so, He still takes me as I am along the way.
The truth is, I doubt anyone really becomes that which they compare themselves to. Because each individual is unique. It's good to be happy with who you are. And I am.
But it's good to have goals too.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
VBA--Apparently I don't play well with others
There appears to be something going around called the versatile bloggers award.
The rules:
You acknowledge the person who nominated you, say seven things about yourself, list 15 blogs that you yourself nominate, and contact them to let them know.
Now when pepper over at Tales of a Spicy slave was kind enough to nominate me for a vba, I decided to go cuddle with it under the couch and keep it to myself. Then I was browsing over at Deviant Rabbit and she had offered me one too. More came my way from sweet girl, My submissive journey,Conina over at Exploring surrender, cuddlykitten from Finding Myself, Mikki of We're Making up for lost time, hidden slave a hidden slave, Composing us Composing Us, and Evan An Awakening Dominant
I don't think all this shiny stuff is fitting under the couch anymore...So many thanks to all of the above who like or have somehow gained something from my writing.I truly do appreciate making it onto your lists.
At this point it's kind of rude to hide under the couch with it right? So, I will play but am gonna cop out on picking 15 blogs to nominate. If I read you--I like what you write. I get something from it or you make me laugh. Sometimes both. So thanks to the many who have given me insight, made me spit coffee all over my keyboard, and touched me in some way.
I will however go for the 7 things about me (gotta play a bit even if I can't seem to throw the ball lol). So I'll go for things that may not be known already.
1. I'm panicking just a teensy bit about turning 29 in a few months. Oh hush, I know it's silly. But there's always gonna be a beautiful blond 19 year old to hate right? And I do sometimes feel like my accomplishments to date are maybe not what they should have been.
2. I could survive just fine on my own in the woods but please don't leave me alone in a city. Mountains are what I know. It's just how I was raised.
3. I was molested as a kid and raped when I was a teenager. Scarred and damaged but no longer broken and bleeding.
4. I do not have multiple orgasms--I think three is my record. It's a bit of a sore spot for me.
5. I have a whorish weakness for the smell of sawdust and chainsaw gas on my Husband. What can I say lol.
6. I still fit into clothes I got when I was 17. Need something to feel better about growing up right.
7. When I started this blog, I didn't really think anyone would read it.
Thank you--to the people who read me, the ones who comment and those who pass by silently in the night. To those with questions who are brave enough to ask, and the ones bringing answers who are kind enough to share them.
The rules:
You acknowledge the person who nominated you, say seven things about yourself, list 15 blogs that you yourself nominate, and contact them to let them know.
Now when pepper over at Tales of a Spicy slave was kind enough to nominate me for a vba, I decided to go cuddle with it under the couch and keep it to myself. Then I was browsing over at Deviant Rabbit and she had offered me one too. More came my way from sweet girl, My submissive journey,Conina over at Exploring surrender, cuddlykitten from Finding Myself, Mikki of We're Making up for lost time, hidden slave a hidden slave, Composing us Composing Us, and Evan An Awakening Dominant
I don't think all this shiny stuff is fitting under the couch anymore...So many thanks to all of the above who like or have somehow gained something from my writing.I truly do appreciate making it onto your lists.
At this point it's kind of rude to hide under the couch with it right? So, I will play but am gonna cop out on picking 15 blogs to nominate. If I read you--I like what you write. I get something from it or you make me laugh. Sometimes both. So thanks to the many who have given me insight, made me spit coffee all over my keyboard, and touched me in some way.
I will however go for the 7 things about me (gotta play a bit even if I can't seem to throw the ball lol). So I'll go for things that may not be known already.
1. I'm panicking just a teensy bit about turning 29 in a few months. Oh hush, I know it's silly. But there's always gonna be a beautiful blond 19 year old to hate right? And I do sometimes feel like my accomplishments to date are maybe not what they should have been.
2. I could survive just fine on my own in the woods but please don't leave me alone in a city. Mountains are what I know. It's just how I was raised.
3. I was molested as a kid and raped when I was a teenager. Scarred and damaged but no longer broken and bleeding.
4. I do not have multiple orgasms--I think three is my record. It's a bit of a sore spot for me.
5. I have a whorish weakness for the smell of sawdust and chainsaw gas on my Husband. What can I say lol.
6. I still fit into clothes I got when I was 17. Need something to feel better about growing up right.
7. When I started this blog, I didn't really think anyone would read it.
Thank you--to the people who read me, the ones who comment and those who pass by silently in the night. To those with questions who are brave enough to ask, and the ones bringing answers who are kind enough to share them.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Beautiful Whore
Beautiful whore.
That's better than just "whore" or "beautiful" standing alone. Wouldn't you say?
It's a strange mix of incredible extremes isn't it--ttwd.
How the words "I love you and you are My whore" whispered as belt meets skin change that moment into something beyond pleasure and pain. And the thoughts in my mind explode in the beautiful contradiction.
Because it is a bit of a contradiction. An odd balance between being spoken to like a queen and treated like a whore. Or a combination of both. Like cruelty mixed with tenderness. It pushes all my buttons and gives me something beyond who I am and what I see myself to be.
A contradiction of sorts yet also a completion of the whole. Balance.
Embracing the darkness has led me to the light. And I like what I see--no matter how much it terrifies me.
"I love you and I am going to hurt you. Then I will kiss away your tears and wash away your fears."
A beautiful contradiction.
That's better than just "whore" or "beautiful" standing alone. Wouldn't you say?
It's a strange mix of incredible extremes isn't it--ttwd.
How the words "I love you and you are My whore" whispered as belt meets skin change that moment into something beyond pleasure and pain. And the thoughts in my mind explode in the beautiful contradiction.
Because it is a bit of a contradiction. An odd balance between being spoken to like a queen and treated like a whore. Or a combination of both. Like cruelty mixed with tenderness. It pushes all my buttons and gives me something beyond who I am and what I see myself to be.
A contradiction of sorts yet also a completion of the whole. Balance.
Embracing the darkness has led me to the light. And I like what I see--no matter how much it terrifies me.
"I love you and I am going to hurt you. Then I will kiss away your tears and wash away your fears."
A beautiful contradiction.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Rant/Whine/Eh Fuck It
I like to respond to comments whenever I put up a new post. And my last post had interesting ones--I want to respond to them all. But not tonight.
Tonight I would like to leave real thought in the dust, walk off without my sense of humor and just bitch.
You will find a list of things worth reading over to the right lol.
Seriously, I think my sense of humor is broken. Or lost. Maybe there's a lost and found box somewhere. And my humor is hiding in the bottom, waiting to be scraped out.
My car broke down and is going to cost an outrageous amount of money to fix. No car equals no applying for positions now opening because of the season. No job means no money, means no fixing things. Nearby bridge? Specifically one close enough to walk to please. Alpha refuses to chauffeur me anywhere besides to the doctor.
My kid.
Dear green freakin Goddess above has he been awful this week. I want to beat him. Alpha wants to beat him. So normally we would settle on the usual compromise--punish the kid, beat me. But when the tantrum lasts into the night? Well, sleeping Doms apparently do not dole out beatings. And hey, I'm actually okay with that because I'm on a major bitch binge. The kind where statements like, "grabbing implements out of my hands is against the rules!" are sure to be necessary.
My mom.
Seriously, the woman looks like she found my bridge and is getting way to close to the edge. The root of the matter is her dog is dying of old age. My dad's dog. Her last constant companion besides a few psychotic cats. And that's sad.
My husband.
Asleep but awake enough to bitch me out for yelling at the kids.
If I made the rules around here...!
Ironically, something like that is generally the last little straw. The one final heaping of shit that just puts me over the edge. Silly perhaps because He's not even going to remember it in the morning.
Still, one of the biggest advantages and deeply jarring aspects of ttwd is how damn easy it is to feel completely crushed by the things He says.
I'm getting dangerously close to whining. And I do so hate whining without humor.
Eh, who am I kidding, I passed under the whiny bridge several paragraphs ago.
Oh yea, while I'm on a roll here...Why in the hell doesn't anyone tell you how painful physical therapy is? It sounds all nice and benign. But it's painful as fuck. And not in a good way.
Rant over. If anyone finds my sense of humor (I suspect it's on the bottom of a shoe, probably my kid's, but who knows), please do return it. My sanity fares much better with a decent mental companion.
Tonight I would like to leave real thought in the dust, walk off without my sense of humor and just bitch.
You will find a list of things worth reading over to the right lol.
Seriously, I think my sense of humor is broken. Or lost. Maybe there's a lost and found box somewhere. And my humor is hiding in the bottom, waiting to be scraped out.
My car broke down and is going to cost an outrageous amount of money to fix. No car equals no applying for positions now opening because of the season. No job means no money, means no fixing things. Nearby bridge? Specifically one close enough to walk to please. Alpha refuses to chauffeur me anywhere besides to the doctor.
My kid.
Dear green freakin Goddess above has he been awful this week. I want to beat him. Alpha wants to beat him. So normally we would settle on the usual compromise--punish the kid, beat me. But when the tantrum lasts into the night? Well, sleeping Doms apparently do not dole out beatings. And hey, I'm actually okay with that because I'm on a major bitch binge. The kind where statements like, "grabbing implements out of my hands is against the rules!" are sure to be necessary.
My mom.
Seriously, the woman looks like she found my bridge and is getting way to close to the edge. The root of the matter is her dog is dying of old age. My dad's dog. Her last constant companion besides a few psychotic cats. And that's sad.
My husband.
Asleep but awake enough to bitch me out for yelling at the kids.
If I made the rules around here...!
Ironically, something like that is generally the last little straw. The one final heaping of shit that just puts me over the edge. Silly perhaps because He's not even going to remember it in the morning.
Still, one of the biggest advantages and deeply jarring aspects of ttwd is how damn easy it is to feel completely crushed by the things He says.
I'm getting dangerously close to whining. And I do so hate whining without humor.
Eh, who am I kidding, I passed under the whiny bridge several paragraphs ago.
Oh yea, while I'm on a roll here...Why in the hell doesn't anyone tell you how painful physical therapy is? It sounds all nice and benign. But it's painful as fuck. And not in a good way.
Rant over. If anyone finds my sense of humor (I suspect it's on the bottom of a shoe, probably my kid's, but who knows), please do return it. My sanity fares much better with a decent mental companion.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
submissive vs submission and don't Dominate me because I want it
I was browsing around and found this post, over at A Bedroom Dom. He feels that submissive is defined by the need to submit, someone who has it in their bones and cannot deny it. Whereas submission is simply the act of submitting. It's not a need or a deep seated state of being. It is done only for the other partner and does not stem from any internal need (I have taken creative liberties lol).
It seems that different people place different values on each side of the coin. For some Dominants submission is more valuable because it's something their partner neither needs or particularly wants. They appreciate that the effort is made on their behalf and the arrangement works well for them. I see this view highlighted most often in dd blogs.
On D/s blogs, this kind of submission seems to lead to a fair amount of frustration. It shows in statements like "she let me" which are met with some curiosity and confusion by people like myself.
I find it interesting to look at submission/submissive from this perspective. Because sometimes I feel like my submission is selfish--I need it. It doesn't just serve Alpha, it serves me. It feeds some deep seated need in my being. That's one of the reasons I don't feel like my submission is a gift (Alpha disagrees with me here. Our views may be contradictory, but it works for us). I don't feel that it really matter much if I see it as a gift or not--He does. And maybe that's one of the things that makes our relationship what it is. I certainly do love Him just a bit extra for it. I guess that, in a way, it soothes my insecurities.
I have thought a lot about the difference between being Dominated because it's what a sub needs vs being Dominated because it's what a Dom wants [Edit] or who He is. Because much like submissive, Dominant is about who/what you are. Thanks to Sir J for the comment that gave me this missing piece.
It seems like there is a huge difference between the feeling you get when being Dominated to please yourself and being Dominated because it pleases Him to do so. Like pain inflicted Because He likes it, not because I want it--there's like this circular feeding thing that happens. If it gets Him off that feeds my pleasure which in turn increases His.
I think that in the beginning of ttwd, Alpha Dominated me because it had become apparent that I wanted it (through His discovery of my wayward and secret internet explorations detailed somewhere around here). And it didn't feel quite right. Not that it wasn't good, it was just lacking whatverthehellitis that makes me need what He wants--specifically Him Dominating me for Himself. Not because I wanted it. I'm not sure why or how that changes things, but it does.
In retrospect, I think that Alpha repressed His Dominance for a very long time.
I was wounded and damaged (now I'm just damaged lol) so he held back those tendencies in Himself that He felt I couldn't cope with.
He used to inflict pain on me because I liked it. Now He does it because it gets Him off. And while perhaps I like pain less now, I get more enjoyment from the experience itself. In a very big way, His pleasure is mine. And that's not something I ever thought I would find myself saying.
Okay, back on mental track here--it definitely feels deeper and more intense to be Dominated for His pleasure not my own. But I also think that those who Dominate out of love not need/want are showing a lot of love for their partners. Even if it does go against an intrinsic submissive need--to please and be used for the pleasure of another and not their own.
I believe it works both ways too--those who submit out of love not need or intrinsic desire are giving the biggest gift they can give.
The truth is, anyone can Dominate but not everyone is Dominant. And anyone can submit but not all are submissive.
It seems that different people place different values on each side of the coin. For some Dominants submission is more valuable because it's something their partner neither needs or particularly wants. They appreciate that the effort is made on their behalf and the arrangement works well for them. I see this view highlighted most often in dd blogs.
On D/s blogs, this kind of submission seems to lead to a fair amount of frustration. It shows in statements like "she let me" which are met with some curiosity and confusion by people like myself.
I find it interesting to look at submission/submissive from this perspective. Because sometimes I feel like my submission is selfish--I need it. It doesn't just serve Alpha, it serves me. It feeds some deep seated need in my being. That's one of the reasons I don't feel like my submission is a gift (Alpha disagrees with me here. Our views may be contradictory, but it works for us). I don't feel that it really matter much if I see it as a gift or not--He does. And maybe that's one of the things that makes our relationship what it is. I certainly do love Him just a bit extra for it. I guess that, in a way, it soothes my insecurities.
I have thought a lot about the difference between being Dominated because it's what a sub needs vs being Dominated because it's what a Dom wants [Edit] or who He is. Because much like submissive, Dominant is about who/what you are. Thanks to Sir J for the comment that gave me this missing piece.
It seems like there is a huge difference between the feeling you get when being Dominated to please yourself and being Dominated because it pleases Him to do so. Like pain inflicted Because He likes it, not because I want it--there's like this circular feeding thing that happens. If it gets Him off that feeds my pleasure which in turn increases His.
I think that in the beginning of ttwd, Alpha Dominated me because it had become apparent that I wanted it (through His discovery of my wayward and secret internet explorations detailed somewhere around here). And it didn't feel quite right. Not that it wasn't good, it was just lacking whatverthehellitis that makes me need what He wants--specifically Him Dominating me for Himself. Not because I wanted it. I'm not sure why or how that changes things, but it does.
In retrospect, I think that Alpha repressed His Dominance for a very long time.
I was wounded and damaged (now I'm just damaged lol) so he held back those tendencies in Himself that He felt I couldn't cope with.
He used to inflict pain on me because I liked it. Now He does it because it gets Him off. And while perhaps I like pain less now, I get more enjoyment from the experience itself. In a very big way, His pleasure is mine. And that's not something I ever thought I would find myself saying.
Okay, back on mental track here--it definitely feels deeper and more intense to be Dominated for His pleasure not my own. But I also think that those who Dominate out of love not need/want are showing a lot of love for their partners. Even if it does go against an intrinsic submissive need--to please and be used for the pleasure of another and not their own.
I believe it works both ways too--those who submit out of love not need or intrinsic desire are giving the biggest gift they can give.
The truth is, anyone can Dominate but not everyone is Dominant. And anyone can submit but not all are submissive.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Snark
"Am I in trouble?" Asked meekly from an ass up perspective of course. He chuckled, "No. You're not in trouble." Smack. "Your snarky snarkle button is broken." Did He really just say that? "This isn't punishment." Smack. "I prefer to think of it as snark containment."
I still say that my snark button wasn't broken. In fact, it appears to have been working exceptionally well.
I still say that my snark button wasn't broken. In fact, it appears to have been working exceptionally well.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Recipes, yummy recipes
Jz over at A reluctant bitch, does an annual "online cookie exchange extravaganza" I think it's a totally awesome idea. And it doesn't just have to be cookies--any goodie is good (I asked 'cuz I'm not good with cookies lol). We'll just use Jz's own words to tell you how it works. Remember people, it's not plagiarism--it's promotion.
"Anyone is welcome to join us. The more, the merrier, in fact.
All you have to do is to post a recipe for a holiday goodie on December 7th.
However-
If you want your name to show up in the list of participants that I will be sending around for posting, there is a deadline.
(I type fast but still, I need a little lead time to pull this together.)
;-p
So please email me by Monday, Dec. 5th if you plan to join us. (Include your name and the title of your blog, please. It's astonishing how quickly I can get completely muddled.)
And even if you don't play, please come by and check out the recipes!
Hope to hear from you soon..."
So there you have it. Hop on over and check out her blog to get the whole spiel.
"Anyone is welcome to join us. The more, the merrier, in fact.
All you have to do is to post a recipe for a holiday goodie on December 7th.
However-
If you want your name to show up in the list of participants that I will be sending around for posting, there is a deadline.
(I type fast but still, I need a little lead time to pull this together.)
;-p
So please email me by Monday, Dec. 5th if you plan to join us. (Include your name and the title of your blog, please. It's astonishing how quickly I can get completely muddled.)
And even if you don't play, please come by and check out the recipes!
Hope to hear from you soon..."
So there you have it. Hop on over and check out her blog to get the whole spiel.
Let it be let it go let it live and let it grow
Mikki asked a good question on my last post. She asked why I was afraid Alpha wouldn't love me anymore.
Truthfully, I do believe He will always have love for me. No matter what. That doesn't mean that He wouldn't ever leave me no matter what, or that He will tolerate anything from me. It simply means that sometimes love doesn't die regardless of circumstances.
He could respect me less, see me differently, feel differently, etc.
And I know it's time for me to let go of all those little things I get hung up and use to avoid letting go. This is one of those things.
Because when you tread in unknown waters there's a calculated risk. Choices made that can effect the way couples view each other. Things can be greatly impacted in a moments action or inaction.
Things like respect and the way we feel about another person.
But when it boils right down to it? That's just an excuse.
Because Alpha contemplates the waters for a long time beforeshoving taking me out into them. Until finally I'm screaming "lets just take the dive dammit!" Then He contemplates some more. And eventually, we will either be in the deep end, or exploring different shores.
And lets be honest here, He has a better track record than I do.
Eventually it becomes time just to let it be. Let it go. Let it live. And let it grow.
Another thing I'm working on is letting go of preconceived notions (you can only polish your humor for so long before the real issues bleed through ya know). I used to have lots of them. Mostly about how Alpha should be as a Dominant. Funny huh, because that can be quite contradictory to submission. Yes, I have certain beliefs about what makes a good Dominant (anyone who says they don't is either lying or none to bright). Though now, for the most part, my notions revolve around what makes a good submissive. Well, what makes me a good sub for Him. And I guess at some point, one of those things became letting go of the notion of judging His Dominance. Because Dominance is not about adjusting your wants and needs to the expectations of a submissive (please note that I said "expectations" lol).
I mean after all, I can judge myself plenty for both of us lol. Which rolls into something else I have been thinking about--that little issue of self-acceptance. And I rather think it's time to let that go too. Because a great deal of my striving to achieve and judgement of self revolves around pleasing Alpha. Being someone He loves, respects, and is proud of. So why negate His judgement by refusing to accept myself as a whole?
Because eventually it's time just to let it be. Let it go. Let it live. And let it grow.
Truthfully, I do believe He will always have love for me. No matter what. That doesn't mean that He wouldn't ever leave me no matter what, or that He will tolerate anything from me. It simply means that sometimes love doesn't die regardless of circumstances.
He could respect me less, see me differently, feel differently, etc.
And I know it's time for me to let go of all those little things I get hung up and use to avoid letting go. This is one of those things.
Because when you tread in unknown waters there's a calculated risk. Choices made that can effect the way couples view each other. Things can be greatly impacted in a moments action or inaction.
Things like respect and the way we feel about another person.
But when it boils right down to it? That's just an excuse.
Because Alpha contemplates the waters for a long time before
And lets be honest here, He has a better track record than I do.
Eventually it becomes time just to let it be. Let it go. Let it live. And let it grow.
Another thing I'm working on is letting go of preconceived notions (you can only polish your humor for so long before the real issues bleed through ya know). I used to have lots of them. Mostly about how Alpha should be as a Dominant. Funny huh, because that can be quite contradictory to submission. Yes, I have certain beliefs about what makes a good Dominant (anyone who says they don't is either lying or none to bright). Though now, for the most part, my notions revolve around what makes a good submissive. Well, what makes me a good sub for Him. And I guess at some point, one of those things became letting go of the notion of judging His Dominance. Because Dominance is not about adjusting your wants and needs to the expectations of a submissive (please note that I said "expectations" lol).
I mean after all, I can judge myself plenty for both of us lol. Which rolls into something else I have been thinking about--that little issue of self-acceptance. And I rather think it's time to let that go too. Because a great deal of my striving to achieve and judgement of self revolves around pleasing Alpha. Being someone He loves, respects, and is proud of. So why negate His judgement by refusing to accept myself as a whole?
Because eventually it's time just to let it be. Let it go. Let it live. And let it grow.
Monday, November 14, 2011
My Place in Our Space
Forty swats with the riding crop and I was done. Melted. Placed squarely back...in my place. Begging to know how to be where I belong and how I had gotten so far away from it in the first place.
Alpha's firm voice floating in my ears. Informing me that the answers I seek are simple. That the solution is a basic concept. "All you have to do is accept who and what you are."
He had offered to stop at twenty-two. And that insane woman who resides in my head chose to whisper "I can take more Master." We both knew that I needed to go beyond where I thought I could. So He picked the riding crop up again. As He brought it down across my ass, He said, "you need this don't you. It's not just a want. You need submission with all your being. This is who you are." Smack! "Yes Master."
And it is a need. Some deep part of my being that cannot be denied. Much like the Dominance in Him, it comes from the core of my being. Undeniable, unavoidable, no longer a want, but an acknowledged need. A huge part of me and who I am. Submission is in my bones, it flows through my veins.
He later told me "you think the simplest things are most complicated and the most complicated the simplest" (??). He wasn't interested in providing an explanation for the statement. Because, as He said, "I think you should spend some time thinking about it."
We moved to the couch and He asked me why I am so afraid of accepting who and what I am.
The truth is, I am afraid of who I am and what I will become when I let go. What I will be if I accept it. And that maybe He won't love me so much.
He knows it too. Gently tilting my face up towards His He said quietly, "it's okay to accept who and what you are little one. You can want anything. Because you are mine--and I will decide whether or not you get it."
Alpha's firm voice floating in my ears. Informing me that the answers I seek are simple. That the solution is a basic concept. "All you have to do is accept who and what you are."
He had offered to stop at twenty-two. And that insane woman who resides in my head chose to whisper "I can take more Master." We both knew that I needed to go beyond where I thought I could. So He picked the riding crop up again. As He brought it down across my ass, He said, "you need this don't you. It's not just a want. You need submission with all your being. This is who you are." Smack! "Yes Master."
And it is a need. Some deep part of my being that cannot be denied. Much like the Dominance in Him, it comes from the core of my being. Undeniable, unavoidable, no longer a want, but an acknowledged need. A huge part of me and who I am. Submission is in my bones, it flows through my veins.
He later told me "you think the simplest things are most complicated and the most complicated the simplest" (??). He wasn't interested in providing an explanation for the statement. Because, as He said, "I think you should spend some time thinking about it."
We moved to the couch and He asked me why I am so afraid of accepting who and what I am.
The truth is, I am afraid of who I am and what I will become when I let go. What I will be if I accept it. And that maybe He won't love me so much.
He knows it too. Gently tilting my face up towards His He said quietly, "it's okay to accept who and what you are little one. You can want anything. Because you are mine--and I will decide whether or not you get it."
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Protected
So there's this feeling I have been thinking about a lot lately.
It has to do with the sensations of safety...The feeling I have in any given situation I am in depending on Alpha's presence.
I give Him more of myself than I ever thought I could give anyone. And He gives me more than I ever imagined I could receive from another human being...
One of the things He gives me is the sensation of safety. Not just in the lineal form of being physically protected...But also an overall sensation that everything is going to be okay. No matter what.
It's not that I am incapable of protecting myself, far from it. But it's stressful sometimes ya know...
We have been together for almost half of my lifetime. And because I'm so used to it, sometimes I forget that He even gives me this feeling...Until He's not here.
Though there are other times I just lie there at night and revel in that feeling--the sensation of being protected. And I call it a sensation because words sound so flat and I cannot seem to find any that will express it properly.
I curl up to Him and soak up the feeling that everything is right with the world. And no matter how much the dogs bark, or little things go bump in the night, it's okay because He is with me.
Our dynamic has increased this feeling tremendously. One of the things that led to my realization/admission of these feeling was accepting a certain theme in my fantasies (Okay, I know Alpha's going to say that He pointed this out a long time ago but, well you know, tactile learner here lol).
Rescue me. Of course.
Over and over and over again.
Ironically, when this translates to real life it usually means rescuing me from myself. Which is rather ridiculous...But I'm not ready to be quite that introspective here. So, moving on.
There's something about having the person who is your protection from the world be the one that inflicts pain on you, controls you, does what they wish with you.
The one who protects from all other evils is the one who inflicts His evils of choice. And for some reason that is really hot and erotic to me. In a rather twisted way perhaps, but there is something unique and intimate and intense about it.
It makes me feel even more safe--He can humiliate me, and hurt me, and take me to the edge of sanity.
But He will not allow others to do so.
And that is a feeling I cannot seem to find quite the right words for.
It has to do with the sensations of safety...The feeling I have in any given situation I am in depending on Alpha's presence.
I give Him more of myself than I ever thought I could give anyone. And He gives me more than I ever imagined I could receive from another human being...
One of the things He gives me is the sensation of safety. Not just in the lineal form of being physically protected...But also an overall sensation that everything is going to be okay. No matter what.
It's not that I am incapable of protecting myself, far from it. But it's stressful sometimes ya know...
We have been together for almost half of my lifetime. And because I'm so used to it, sometimes I forget that He even gives me this feeling...Until He's not here.
Though there are other times I just lie there at night and revel in that feeling--the sensation of being protected. And I call it a sensation because words sound so flat and I cannot seem to find any that will express it properly.
I curl up to Him and soak up the feeling that everything is right with the world. And no matter how much the dogs bark, or little things go bump in the night, it's okay because He is with me.
Our dynamic has increased this feeling tremendously. One of the things that led to my realization/admission of these feeling was accepting a certain theme in my fantasies (Okay, I know Alpha's going to say that He pointed this out a long time ago but, well you know, tactile learner here lol).
Rescue me. Of course.
Over and over and over again.
Ironically, when this translates to real life it usually means rescuing me from myself. Which is rather ridiculous...But I'm not ready to be quite that introspective here. So, moving on.
There's something about having the person who is your protection from the world be the one that inflicts pain on you, controls you, does what they wish with you.
The one who protects from all other evils is the one who inflicts His evils of choice. And for some reason that is really hot and erotic to me. In a rather twisted way perhaps, but there is something unique and intimate and intense about it.
It makes me feel even more safe--He can humiliate me, and hurt me, and take me to the edge of sanity.
But He will not allow others to do so.
And that is a feeling I cannot seem to find quite the right words for.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Dear Lurkers
Rumor has it that today is love our lurkers day.
A day dedicated to those of you who stop by quietly on your internet travels and leave without a word.
I don't mind really. Because you are the majority of my readership and I used to be a silent visitor too.
But I must admit that I am a bit curious about you. Why you pass through so quietly leaving minimal footprints behind. With only my dashboard to tell me you were here at all.
And I wonder why you read here, what you think when you visit my crazy little corner. I wonder about the thoughts, ideas, and questions that I never see because you pass through so quietly.
When I started this blog, it never really occurred to me that people would actually read it lol. Somewhat to my amazement, you do. And I love the regular commenters who come by to point and laugh, offer kind words, ask questions, give me ideas, or just say hello.
But I love my lurkers too. And there's so many of you that I can't help but wonder about you just a bit.
So if you are one of those people who likes to visit quietly and go on your way without a word, do take a moment to say hello. I won't bite. Promise! After all, rumor has it that today is your day. So what better time than now to dip your toes in the water, stick your nose out of the closet, and delurk just enough to say hi. Or bye. Or anything else that tickles your fancy.
Me? I would just kind of like to know a bit about you--anything at all.
And I am 99.99% sure that your computer will not explode if you click the comments button and leave one of your very own.
A day dedicated to those of you who stop by quietly on your internet travels and leave without a word.
I don't mind really. Because you are the majority of my readership and I used to be a silent visitor too.
But I must admit that I am a bit curious about you. Why you pass through so quietly leaving minimal footprints behind. With only my dashboard to tell me you were here at all.
And I wonder why you read here, what you think when you visit my crazy little corner. I wonder about the thoughts, ideas, and questions that I never see because you pass through so quietly.
When I started this blog, it never really occurred to me that people would actually read it lol. Somewhat to my amazement, you do. And I love the regular commenters who come by to point and laugh, offer kind words, ask questions, give me ideas, or just say hello.
But I love my lurkers too. And there's so many of you that I can't help but wonder about you just a bit.
So if you are one of those people who likes to visit quietly and go on your way without a word, do take a moment to say hello. I won't bite. Promise! After all, rumor has it that today is your day. So what better time than now to dip your toes in the water, stick your nose out of the closet, and delurk just enough to say hi. Or bye. Or anything else that tickles your fancy.
Me? I would just kind of like to know a bit about you--anything at all.
And I am 99.99% sure that your computer will not explode if you click the comments button and leave one of your very own.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
I don't wanna...
I am one of those women who is supposed to get a pap smear every year. No ifs ands or buts about it.
It's been, ahem, four years.
But c'mon, can you really blame me? It's basically paying some stranger to:
Shove cold metal objects up your twat and offer unfelt apologies.
Teach them about infection control and prevention with extra credit for having anything to contribute to the conversation regarding painful sex.
Give you bad news with a complimentary side of ignorance.
Seriously though, there is a reason I am supposed to do this every year. And it scares the shit out of me. So I use avoidance in hand with denial. Works beautifully until some test comes back abnormal lol.
And I really really wanted to cancel my appointment tomorrow.
But Alpha threatened to tie me to a chair. And sprinkle sand on my clean floor. While simultaneously rearranging objects and leaving them out of place.
So I'll go. But I weally, weally, weally don't want to.
It's been, ahem, four years.
But c'mon, can you really blame me? It's basically paying some stranger to:
Shove cold metal objects up your twat and offer unfelt apologies.
Teach them about infection control and prevention with extra credit for having anything to contribute to the conversation regarding painful sex.
Give you bad news with a complimentary side of ignorance.
Seriously though, there is a reason I am supposed to do this every year. And it scares the shit out of me. So I use avoidance in hand with denial. Works beautifully until some test comes back abnormal lol.
And I really really wanted to cancel my appointment tomorrow.
But Alpha threatened to tie me to a chair. And sprinkle sand on my clean floor. While simultaneously rearranging objects and leaving them out of place.
So I'll go. But I weally, weally, weally don't want to.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Counting blessings
I was feeling a bit down this morning, so I figured it was time to count my blessings (any and all cynicism comes with a written disclaimer), and take an alternative perspective on some of the blessings in my life:
A Mount Everest of debt An opportunity for developing long-term stress management skills.
Twocrazy cute kitties.
Fourcranky four-legged friends.
Two rotten healthy children.
A marriage to abig meanie? man who knows exactly how to treat me.
Onebatty, needy mother who loves me.
Abedroom that may never be finished home that is really ours.
Four vehicles,none of which is completely reliable with potential to be quite reliable.
Atendency towards to much sarcasm good sense of humor.
A bodythat feels like it may be falling apart in pretty good condition for having two kids.
A household of fourcurrently lacking income that gets to spend a lot of time together.
Alarge following of debt collectors fan club!
Amultitude of issues surrounding sex and personal acceptance relationship and sex life that gets better with each passing year.
And did I mention myskill at using humor to avoid addressing my real issues great sense of humor?
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A marriage to a
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Four vehicles,
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A body
A household of four
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And did I mention my
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Search Results
People will find a blog off the damnedest searches:
"and my brain"
Ummm....Glad to be of service?
"Free sex"
Hey, I never said sex was free!
And then there was "bull nose nipple clamps how to attach"
Eek. I sure hope they didn't take time out to go google that...
"Nose torture"
I can't decide if that's totally gross or just downright painful. I'm thinking both.
"Kink free sex"
Terribly sorry. I'm thinking they did not find what they were looking for?
"and my brain"
Ummm....Glad to be of service?
"Free sex"
Hey, I never said sex was free!
And then there was "bull nose nipple clamps how to attach"
Eek. I sure hope they didn't take time out to go google that...
"Nose torture"
I can't decide if that's totally gross or just downright painful. I'm thinking both.
"Kink free sex"
Terribly sorry. I'm thinking they did not find what they were looking for?
Friday, November 4, 2011
Love and ttwd
I started thinking about this after greengirl's comment on my last post. I was inspired to do some navel gazing today by a post she did at whatiwonder, which led to comments that inspired this post over at Aisha, and got me to put some more thought into how love and ttwd relate to each other.
Run-on sentences much?
Anyways...
I could not really submit if I didn't love Alpha. I would never be able to really let go if He didn't love me.
Well, I would submit. But I couldn't surrender.
Is love the same thing as submission? I don't think so. But I do think that submission can be an expression of love.
When you combine D/s and love there is a certain intimacy and passion. A connection deeper than skin. And it is like nothing else. For me, love is what makes ttwd what it is. It makes an experience that could otherwise be terribly scarring, and turns it into something so incredible that I cannot even find words for it.
In ttwd love opens doors that would otherwise stay closed to us. And there are some amazing experiences behind them.
Run-on sentences much?
Anyways...
I could not really submit if I didn't love Alpha. I would never be able to really let go if He didn't love me.
Well, I would submit. But I couldn't surrender.
Is love the same thing as submission? I don't think so. But I do think that submission can be an expression of love.
When you combine D/s and love there is a certain intimacy and passion. A connection deeper than skin. And it is like nothing else. For me, love is what makes ttwd what it is. It makes an experience that could otherwise be terribly scarring, and turns it into something so incredible that I cannot even find words for it.
In ttwd love opens doors that would otherwise stay closed to us. And there are some amazing experiences behind them.
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In the spirit of complete randomness...
Somewhere along the line recently I became picky in my submission. I felt like I wanted Alpha to dominate me completely, but I wanted to choose when and how.
Just award me the "worst brilliant submissive" award now.
D/s and sex are closely related in our relationship. And I've got some serious disconnect going on. Case in point, we watched porn last night and I wasn't turned on in the least little bit. Zip, zilch, nada, nothing, "can I just go to bed and pass out?"
Yet, unbeknownst to me, my body had a completely different reaction (we are not currently communicating well apparently).
And we need the expression of connection inherent in ttwd. I have learned enough to check back in and submit. That submission doesn't need to be a reaction. But sometimes I feel like I am separate from the act (I have totally given up on trying to make sense to anyone besides myself at this point lol).
Do I need Dominance to inspire my submission? Yes. I'm like an addict and I want my fix. But I also feel like that fix should come from submission itself--not necessarily just from dominance.
Being picky with submission doesn't work. That's not what it's about. If He was how I wanted Him to be all the time, and only did what I wanted, then it wouldn't really be D/s at all.
Edit: I love seeing a post take off and inspire posts on multiple blogs, so I thought I would add that sin has one up about D/s and love here. And sfp has one here.
Being picky with submission doesn't work. That's not what it's about. If He was how I wanted Him to be all the time, and only did what I wanted, then it wouldn't really be D/s at all.
Edit: I love seeing a post take off and inspire posts on multiple blogs, so I thought I would add that sin has one up about D/s and love here. And sfp has one here.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Eat your vegetables
When I was a kid I used to dream about the day that I would practically run the world. Well, my world at the very least.
I was always going to be on time. Nobody was ever gonna tell Me what to do! I wouldn't have to eat my vegetables if I didn't want to.
Ha. Funny huh.
We are almost always late. I seem to have developed an addiction to being told what to do. And last night, I refused to eat salad.
I must say, I don't think I have ever seen a floor move so fast. It must be magic! Because it suddenly got very close to my face. And I ate salad.
Ah yes, the joys of adulthood. It's good to run the world you know.
I was always going to be on time. Nobody was ever gonna tell Me what to do! I wouldn't have to eat my vegetables if I didn't want to.
Ha. Funny huh.
We are almost always late. I seem to have developed an addiction to being told what to do. And last night, I refused to eat salad.
I must say, I don't think I have ever seen a floor move so fast. It must be magic! Because it suddenly got very close to my face. And I ate salad.
Ah yes, the joys of adulthood. It's good to run the world you know.
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