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Sometimes there are benefits to being bored and randomly searching Fetlife. Lately I’ve been doing much pondering on what my role/label/status/what have you in relation to BDSM is. So whilst waiting for some post production work on some photos to render, I began browsing the Switches group on FL. I snickered from the irony as I scrolled down to this post by lil ole me exactly one year ago:

i’ve always been dominant in my day to day life, mainly out of necessity because if i wouldnt do things they just didnt get done.

so when i found kink, being submissive truly spoke to me. when i first got into it, i wanted NOTHING to do with being on top. i wanted to be used, owned, made to do things.. and i still do

but as time went on, it became more and more apparent i had switch leanings. i refused to even SAY the word switch for about 6 months. but friends kept asking me to top them and sometimes the thought appealed to me. then there are the toys and the skill. i wanted to learn something new, how to wield a flogger or a whip, how to construct a scene. A BDSM scene is equal parts artistry, skill and energy/connection for me.. and it is a constant challenge to just get better and better. i do love a good challenge

these days, its becoming increasingly apparent that i am really a submissive who enjoys being a service top, which looked at from the right angle is just one more extension of being submissive really.

so no big light switch for me, it was a gradual process and its still evolving. ask me in a year and who knows what i’ll identify as

I really should stop being so damn self prophetic.

So what DO I identify as? Hoo boy.. here we go..ready for the big year long build up?

No clue.

Depends on how you gauge it I guess. If you go by how I generally play in public I’m a top. Kind of a service top but not as much these days. These days its ‘I really wanna do this kinda scene.. you in?’ rather than a year ago when it was ‘oh you want xyz? i can do that!’ So if we are speaking of playing publicly I’d say top.

Then it gets fuzzy. I WANT to interact more in a submissive headspace but am finding that the pool of prospective partners narrows by the month for varying reasons. (sometimes it really is a shame BDSM is not more of a solitary activity). I could compromise a bit which would certainly ensure more frequent play but would feel much less authentic. And thats really where I crave it, in the realms of intensity, authenticity, power games and mind fucks. You dont let just anyone play there. So  I hold out for quality over quantity. My own requirements limit the field quite a bit and in the most frustrating turn of events ever, it seems my standards are also intimidating to many which all but obliterates the field entire. This has been extremely disheartening.

Private play has been not near as frequent as I’d prefer. At home I am always submissive/bottom. Always. Could not and would not ever switch on my primary. (That’s just for me/us, not necessarily applicable to anyone else). But life gets in the way as it is often want to do. External and internal relationship stressors have simply put play very low on the priority list. We can dream of Roissy all we like but as anyone whose been in this for a while can atest, sometimes reality and practicality intervene on our fantasy life.

So if you balance my actual play time vs my desire for headspaces I’d prefer to play in you get: switch. I am oddly quite back to where I started. It certainly took a heck of a lot of stuff to get right back where I began. Alot of growth, agonizing, processing, playing, talking, reading, nothing, and lots of stuff in between. I dare not ask where I will a year from now.. I fear it may just kill me yet! But at the very least it wont be boring.

May you live in interesting times.. and hopefully live to tell the tale.

Words dare not utter the things i yearn for under Your hand, my Darling.
i beg of You, don’t hold back, i cannot bear this gnawing, unfulfilled need.

Control me, rule me, yield me. Light me up with your violent love.

Catch my eyes with Yours and hold me, paralyzed, unmoving, almost inanimate, in Your gaze.
Outwait me. Outstare me.

Let me see hell’s deadly fire consuming Your eyes with pitch-hot flames, marking the places on
my flesh they plan to touch.
Then command me to see everything Your way, even through bound eyes… or sew these curious
green eyes shut with intermingled lust, and prove that i can move with a whore’s abandon.

Dip Your hands where my words lie, swirling eternally, unchosen, raw.
Take each jagged edge and carven smoothness and create my lust.
Take me to that place where words fall into fevered repetition, and i will stay… if only to memorize
the taste of my sin on Your lips?

Unhinge Your lust as it threatens to own me for the remainder of eternity.
Pin me to Your bed of thorned roses and split this pale body wide open…
make me beg and plead for Your mercy?

Slip flames beneath my eyes and blind me until i wither from Your dark need.

Take everything i am and swallow it whole, to leave me empty inside save for the remaining
clenches of bliss.
Devour me.

Please don’t stop… until my begging turns to adoration.
Then let my tears flow freely, and let my throat grow parched.

Bind me in this magic so tight that if all those spells were corsets, i would surely suffocate.

Yep! Now you can view profiles for all my diapered friends who have been on PamperedPenny.com! Click here to view all profiles or click each image below to view that girl’s profile.

Just some video from a photoshoot with AB girl Cherry Torn. Enjoy! Click here to view (Sorry I couldn’t figure out how to embed.)

Here’s an excerpt from a series I recently shot with Paris Kennedy.  More images from the shoot available on Atlanta Bondage.

Mrs. Kitt

When I was a kid I saw something on tv that changed my life. There on my Grandmother’s color TV, was batman in techno color. But this one was different, Catwoman was black. What the hell?
This woman had eyes like my Aunt and lips like my Grandmother; her skin was the same as mine. It was darker then everyone else on the screen.

But that wasn’t all, she had a plan to get batman and the “boy” wonder, and she wasn’t afraid to stand toe to toe with the joker, riddler or the penguin to put her plan into action.

Needless to say the next day the boys were in trouble, I had a secret super hero.

One Christmas I wished I could get a pair of ears like the black catwoman, (the tight suit was nice, but I was and still am to a degree to much of a tomboy).

This enchanting Blacktress of stage and film was the bomb diggidy for me. And was someone who I can say besides the women I grew up around added in a small was to my now D/s BDSM ways.

She was and will always be just purr-fect.

This post was generously donated by Bondage-Radio for reprint here. Thank you JarlMenzetius.

Bettie Page, a 1950s pinup known internationally for her raven-haired bangs and saucy come-hither looks, and a Fetish Icon the world over for her open and new posture on sexuality, was identified as in a coma in intensive care after suffering a heart attack.

The secretary-turned-model was admitted to hospital last month, suffering from pneumonia. She had a heart attack while there and never regained consciousness.

Page is credited with helping set the stage for the sexual revolution of the rebellious 1960s. She attracted national attention with magazine photographs of her sensuous figure that were tacked up on walls across the country. She featured in posters and photographs.

However not everyone was happy with the pictures. Some US lawmakers were concerned they amounted to pornography and subpoenaed Page to testify at a congressional hearing, although in the end she never had to appear.

Bettie Mae Page was born in Nashville, Tennessee, in 1923. Her career took off after an amateur photographer in New York asked her to pose for pictures in 1950. Her photos included a centerfold in the January 1955 issue of then-fledgling Playboy magazine, as well as controversial sadomasochistic poses.

Playboy founder Hugh Hefner called her a “very dear person”

“I think that she was a remarkable lady, an iconic figure in pop culture who influenced sexuality, taste in fashion, someone who had a tremendous impact on our society,” Hefner was quoted as saying.

Page later spent decades away from the public eye, and during that time battled illness. She was married three times but had no children.

After resurfacing in the 1990s, she occasionally granted interviews but refused to allow her picture to be taken.Looking back on her career, she told Playboy in 1998: “I never thought it was shameful. I felt normal. It’s just that it was much better than pounding a typewriter eight hours a day, which gets monotonous.”

The announcement came late Friday Night.

“With deep personal sadness I must announce that my dear friend and client Bettie Page passed away at 1841 this evening in a Los Angeles hospital,” her agent Mark Roesler said.

“She captured the imagination of a generation with her free spirit and unabashed sensuality”, he said. “She is the embodiment of beauty”.