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Photo courtesy of Cammies on the Floor Welcome to Elust #57 - The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #58? Start…
Things have changed a bit in our household in the past few weeks. The biggest change(and the one thing that has caused other things to change-yay snowball effect!)has been that I have started my German language course required by the immigration office This means that I now have class from 8:45 AM until 12:45 PM, Monday thru Friday. This means no more staying up until 11 PM or lying around in bed cuddling with Daddy until 8 or 9 AM. This means my butt is up at 6:30 AM so I can be out the door by 7:45 and then usually I’m ready to pass out about 9:30 PM, and that’s on a good night. Starting class has totally messed up my earlier shopping and cleaning schedule. Instead spending my mornings cleaning or shopping(depending on what day it was), I now spend my mornings conjugating German verbs and trying to get that “spr” and “ch” sounds down.
The other night, I was fighting sleep. It was about 9 PM or so and I was exhausted and that kinda irritates me because well, I feel that’s just too early to be as worn out as I was feeling. I told Daddy that I couldn’t fight staying awake anymore and I was going to bed. Daddy told me that He would go to bed as well because He knew I needed the cuddle time and at that precise moment, the tears and incomprehensible high-pitched voice started. I felt guilty about being so tired because I felt like I hadn’t done anything to be that tired. I felt guilty because Daddy was going to bed earlier than what He normally does. I felt guilty because there were dirty dishes in the sink and dirty laundry in the washer that I just hadn’t felt (Want to read more...)
Remember this post that I wrote shortly before that really bad neck injury? Well, that’s the way things are right now. I mean, yes, I am so much better than I was for a few weeks there, because my neck has been taken care of. I can type and all that again. But, things are back to the way they were before: zero energy. I mean, I am swinging my sword over here, but the anemia feels like this losing battle. Master just keeps reminding me that my ablation is next month and that things will start to get easier after that. I know he is right, and I know that isn’t that long, but it just feels like it’s that long, you know? There have been days where I am almost incapable of even getting out of bed, let alone getting up to the shower or preparing myself food. It’s hard but I know it won’t be forever. I just need to get through this little bit. Speaking of medical crap, I started a GoFundMe page a couple of weeks ago to help with the cost of my upcoming surgeries and ongoing care, if you want to check it out.
Master and me had a pretty good weekend together. Master’s Mom is coming to visit this week. She’ll be here on Wed, and she’s not leaving until the following Tuesday. I have a few worries about the whole thing. I mean, I get along well with his Mom, and it’s nothing like that. It’s just that I am going to have to spend one or two days alone with her, and she wants to do things around town. I’m really just worried because right now I am unable to stand for more than one or two hours at a time and (Want to read more...)
So, the thing about being a non-pro female dominant, especially one that’s vaguely conventionally attractive or has something approaching a civil personality, is that you are, in effect, a lot of people’s unicorn.
The problem with being a unicorn, is that it often ends up being an unlikely stand in for an actual fully fleshed out human being. For example, if you’re a femdom, some guys go their whole lives dreaming of someone just like you, while trying to convince other kinds of horse to wear a horn for them. Many of them have come to terms with the fact that they’ll probably never meet a ‘real’ femdom, and may even be convinced that the only way they’ll ever touch one is if they pay vast amounts of money to rent time with, or share her. You’re elusive, mysterious and probably, in their minds, just about mythical. They may even have their own personal beliefs that only someone who is true and pure of heart in some way can attract you, or draw your true form, where it was trapped in the body of a normal women, or come up with curious theories about your motivations and powers.
So, it’s not unusual for sub and switch identifying guys to flip their lids on meeting me. Heck, a lot of these guys, still unable to imagine having me via the limits of geography or age, seem to be brightened just knowing people like me are out there. They’ve caught a glimpse of magic, and that’s enough to help them believe. You’d think it would be endlessly great for the ego. I’m special, right?
But the flip side about that is that you meet a lot of people with big expectations for what it’s going to be like and no ability to (Want to read more...)
So, it’s not the chapel, it’s not a wedding, it’s not even an engagement. But it’s something, for me it is. 5 years in the BDSM world, 4 and half of those identifying as a Dominant and my track record with submissives in terms of committed “I’m your Dominant and your my submissive” relationships hasn’t been super…active.
I’ve had a couple of wonderful D/s relationships, but for one reason or another, they were both short lived- intense, wonderful, rich learning experiences, but short lived and rather far apart. I mean, they each lasted about 3-4 months, 2 of them, in 5 years. You can do the math.
It’s not like I haven’t had opportunities- I have. They just haven’t been good fits for me, for them or for our lives in some way. I’m picky. I mean, my life is full and while I’ve gotten more comfortable with pick up play and service Topping, when it comes to committed things (and a D/s relationship is a committed thing for me) it’s important to me that I’m a sure as I can be that it’s the right thing.
I’m now on the threshold of making that commitment to someone again. Truth be told, we’re already Dominant and submissive in practice, but making it official is…making it official. It’s an important step. We’re meeting for our regular Wednesday date, but it won’t be our regular Wednesday date, oh no. One more check in about the preliminary contract before it becomes the initial contract, then the contract is good to go. We’ll have a ritual, sign the contract, exchange gifts ( I got him a pendant that has special meaning for us. I can’t wait to see what he got me…), say words to each other, do a couple of other (Want to read more...)
Here’s a scenario I get presented to me a lot in my email and pleas for help and advice: A submissive talks to a person identifying as Dominant online for a few hours, days or weeks. They have intimate talks, compatibility seems to be through the roof and the cyber sex and play, webcams or not is magical and perfect. Then like a ghost in the night the person disappears. They don’t respond to emails and have left the submissive lust-struck, lost and questioning if it was normal and how many more they will have to endure to meet someone. Does it sound like someone you know?
It’s common and I’ve seen my share of ghost Doms when I was using the internet as my only means of exploring BDSM. So first, don’t beat yourself up over their disappearance. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with who they are and their intentions.
I’m going to present a short list of reasons why this person fit so perfectly into your life and then vanished without a second glance. I use the identity of Dominant in these descriptions even if they won’t really fit in many cases. Add “air quotes” when you feel the need. :D
The “I’m Just Horny” Dominant
The person is online looking for someone to satiate their horny desires. They want someone easy and compliant and probably just as horny as they are. They don’t have to know a single thing about BDSM as long as they can talk you into thinking they are kinky and a Dominant with a lot of experience. They will act suave and smooth talking. They will do everything your fantasies have ever conjured because they’ve probably read the same stories.
Once they’ve got their rocks off (Want to read more...)
I was in the middle of writing blog posts the other day, when Master decided he wanted me to write a blog post about what I think he’ll do with that Machete he bought at Sin in the City this year. Ok, Master. Imaginationland post it is!
Well, I remember seeing Master looking over the knives when we were in the vendor area at Sin, and I was seeing a lot of very pretty things there. I was somewhat startled when he picked up the machete, not because I was worried that he was going to use it on me, (I like blood play), but it did seem a bit unwieldy, you know? It is a large tool, and I was further reminded of its length throughout the morning, because Master had me carry it around the convention (it was in a box, you couldn’t tell what it was) until there was a break in classes and we could go to our room to stow it.
I’m sure he is planning to cut me with it in some manner, but in what manner, I don’t know. It isn’t possible to do intricate designs with it, like it is with a scalpel. I wonder if he intends to sharpen it and then use it to draw straight lines across my ass or back? Possibly thighs? It is a heavy tool, so I also wonder if he will use it like a paddle. I could see him using it as paddle after he has cut my ass with it or with something else. I could imagine the sharp steel blades pinching into my ass as it impacts with it. I can imagine the look in his eyes as I squeal with delight, blood dripping, and ass stinging joyously.
Maybe he will just (Want to read more...)
Tommy was taller than me by at least a foot. He was solid. He was thick. I felt the time he put in at the gym when he pressed against me. I didn’t want to pull away. My body had nowhere else to go, anyway. There was no safe zone. I couldn’t get around him. [...]
I have come to the conclusion that kink of the Week is a risky business at it quite often leads to me expressing an interest in some sort of activity in order to help inform my writing with recent memories. On more than one occasion this has resulted in me getting a lot more reminders…