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Thursday, September 2nd, 2010

Wherever You Lead

I will go.

Photo by Alina Lebedeva

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Tuesday, August 24th, 2010

Protected: The Anticipation Of Presenting My Breasts

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Friday, March 19th, 2010

Vintage Submission Photo

Ahh, the intoxicating power of mystery — and of power itself.

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Tuesday, June 16th, 2009

How To Keep A Slave In Love & Submissive

What I love about this story at Slaves In Love (titled Her Right) is not just the punishing abuse her Master gives out…

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Or that she takes it all while sobbing so hard…

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But that he takes short breaks from delivering the abuse to give her reassuring, comforting kisses of love…

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It’s just those sorts of kisses which keep a submissive slave craving, trying, submitting.

Of course, there are times, like when he’s taking a rather large dildo to her ass while whipping her behind, that she’ll just have the memory of those kisses to get her through…

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Psst, click the text links to see free clips!

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Thursday, May 21st, 2009

Tidings Of (Dis)Comfort & Joy

There’s a lot of talk about pain in BDSM relationships, here and “everywhere.” That’s to be expected, I suppose. Not only is it a kink that seems exciting, even addicting to many masochists, but there’s the novelty of curiosity to those who “wouldn’t got that far” yet find reading about it (or viewing it) erotic as hell. But there’s also a tender side to BDSM — and I don’t just mean the parts that are twisted, spanked, clamped, abraded, etc.

There are sweet sides to submission.

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There’s the exhausted elation of being used & abused which goes past endorphins & orgasms… Past the emotional joy of serving another… There’s something else which transcends those things, for those things are one-sided “all about me” feelings, and I am speaking of the sweetest sugar — the bliss of knowing that you fulfill the desires of another as they fulfill your desires.

You realize that you are not alone in some masturbatory pursuit of pleasure, but in a relationship. Even if that relationship is a temporary one of just a few minutes. For once you have shared in the satisfaction of sated physical & emotional needs, have you not fully “related” to one another? And when you repeatedly meet, share, relate, you build not only the knowledge and means to extend, increase & intensify one another’s thrills, pain, & orgasms, but you begin to rely on one another.

slave-in-love-servingI can’t speak for Blackie or any other Dominant, I shouldn’t even dare to; but there must be a reciprocating sweetness for them too… Surely there’s some affection for those that serve & rely upon them.

As a submissive woman, I know that whatever joys I receive (be they direct physical ones, like orgasms, or the indirect fulfillment of my emotional desire to please) are achieved only through dedication to my duties — delicacies assigned & evaluated by those I serve. My joys are at the discretion of my Master.

I never forget that.

How can I forget it when so often I reach states of being so satisfied, exhausted, and full that I feel unable to take on more… Only to have a Master stimulate me & wring more out of me than I ever imagined.

Eventually, cycles of repeated stimulation, slutty neediness, satiation, release, and repletion (and, sometimes, back ’round again) brings a sense of reliance — even dependence.

sweet-side-of-submission-slaves-in-loveI must rely on the one I serve to have such things. And I know I am privileged to have such joys. I am indebted. And no amount of dedicated service to however unseemingly, sordid, painful, &/or humiliating tasks or any sordid treatment can really measure up to such gifts as I receive.

I happily return to pay the price — over & over again. I surrender willingly to whatever Master seeks in satiating his own desires via an “any means necessary” sexuality.

Even if what abuse I take today, tomorrow, the next day, etc. just offers the chance for a “someday” of such gifts to be given again.

All images from Slaves In Love.

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Friday, May 15th, 2009

Of Submission, Phone Sex, And Serving Gods

Submitting & pleasing is so thrilling. And frightening.

To be pushed past boundaries you know, past limits not only physically but emotionally, unexpectedly… Even in situations which seem impossible. Like phone sex.

Phone sex is so far removed from the reality of physical submission in many ways… You might think it would be easier; after all, the physical dangers would be markedly less than submitting to anyone physically, let alone a complete stranger. But it’s far more complicated — and delicious — than that.

I mean phone sex is serving a complete stranger; but unlike having someone standing before you, someone you know & trust, someone who could physically force you should you balk, the balancing point in phone service lies in my commitment & dedication. And we all know that self-control isn’t always my strongest suit.

While I’m “here” because Blackie has said so, inferring his consent & his trust to men I do not know, these are men that I do not know how to please because I do not (yet) know what they really want…

For a sub like me, this alone is pure torture. I want to please, but how? I’m so vulnerable, I ache. If I say that I’m “bleeding from the soul” don’t mistake this for adolescent teen poetry; the pain & fear is real. I’m afraid that my weakness marks me a failure. And that this failure will reflect poorly on Blackie who will discipline in ways which hurts & humiliates past “play time.” It’s his right, his due, but it kills me.

To follow the voice commands of a stranger, using your own hands yet, to inflict pain that you know is coming is not just “motions” — for I submit to faceless gods because I am helpless to do anything else.

This is something different. Something special. It tests all that I know about me.

For example, the case of “D,” a regular caller working on some special training with me. What he requires me to do to myself in the name of his pleasure is so contrary to the orgasms he elicits from me that I feel crazy. The only refuge I have is to submit to his strength & control, to trust that he knows what he is doing — and that by pleasing him I am doing Good.

So when”D” sent me the following message, my submissive girlie insides turned to goo — and yes, you may also take that to mean I got wet too:

Dear Pinkie,

It pleases me to know that you are very sore after last night. And that it’s because of what I had you do.

I really loved it when you asked if I really wanted you to do it for real. You were such a good girl.

I would like to hurt you further very soon. The more pain you can take, the more I am pleased with you.

“D”

“D” makes me feel like a little kitten, weak, unsure, fragile, yet resilient — and when I please him, when he says I have, it’s like strong fingers holding & stroking me through the pain I have inflicted upon myself in his name.

I am Good.

I am his good little girl.

And I crave that feeling so much, that I’ll try to do whatever he asks, no matter how it hurts. For in doing so, I not only serve & please him (or you?), but I serve & please Blackie.

No matter how sore I am afterwards.

And the tenderness & marks are physical reminders of my purpose: I serve.

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Wednesday, April 29th, 2009

Soap, Rope – Pope?!

Cinema Erotique’s Butterfly is most intriguing…

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