Any day now
The tighter I bind her to me, the closer she is to her freedom… With every knot and every touch, she is released.
Contempt of Beauty
She sits behind the wheel. Her arrogance is cosmetically painted on her face as she looks into the mirror on her sun visor. I see her, and I hate that the words springing forth from my lips are contemptuous. But I speak them without shame. Hello, whore. Do you know for whom you whore yourself? Her empty glance seems to hear my thoughts, but only does her despicable vanity stare back. The whore seeks her opportunity. The light changes and she is gone amongst the parade of slags.
Her figure is a perfect curve from breast to toe; every one of her features extols the erotic lightning striking forth from her very soul. She walks as an object. She knows her purpose. She accepts herself as a creature built for pleasure, for reproduction, for Him. When subject to ridicule, her sex becomes wet. Her pleasure mounts from the privilege to obey. Bound in her vestments—heels high, hobbles tight, sheer hosiery clinging to her supple thighs—she is dressed for her Owner. She, too, a whore. But a whore who no longer seeks for herself.
Beauty as external reflection lies and separates. Beauty as truth deceives not.
In line
I stand behind her, gazing upon the silken locks of her hair. My starving hands reach for her dark mane, and as I pull taut gently she looks up at me. Our eyes engage briefly. I yank her mercilessly into my lap, where her round buttocks wait for my hand.
Accepting the gag
She rests poised on her hands and knees, such careful thought to her attendant posture. I approach her with the gag and she raises her head slightly. Her mouth opens in silence to accept it. I stroke her back as she purrs against my thigh. I wait for her drool to form and run along the slippery wet round red ball. For a moment I am captive, and for the rest of the time she is mine.
Bound Tightly
She circles me, sleek and cat-like, crawling on her hands and knees. I run the tip of the crop along her back, tapping her with it to adjust her posture. Soon I will bind her tightly, with rope to my soul. When she cannot move we are both free.
m’s Punishment
I recently had to effect a punishment on my dear girl, and I was moved to share a message to her after she had accepted and performed it. Part of her punishment aroused for her some very difficult feelings, but she seemed to come through unscathed (after some delicate discussion). As part of her punishment she was made to read blogs written by submissives and report to me about them. She came across an article about punishment that I thought I would share here.
m,
I was reading through your emails, etc., checking the blogs and so forth.
I am primarily most interested in your link to the domsub.info site, and I was intrigued by the fact that you have some sense that you might be offering something that will ultimately cause you to have to grow, because you are well aware that it will cause you pain or discomfort. In reference to a portion of this article entitled “Principles of Punishment,” I would posit that I do sense sometimes you are responding to appease me rather than remaining open to communication. This, I notice, occurs when you appear to disagree with my own interpretation of your behavior or attitude. What will be required, I might think, would be for me to acknowledge when I see this happening, and to see if we can’t work through the difficulty with communication rather than my “forcing” you to back down (which you do without my forcing you) in an effort to make peace and gain my approval.
I was interested in this article, and I had some thoughts about the length of your punishment as being proportionate to the infraction. I wonder if you felt it lasted long enough, or if you felt it was too long. I know you felt it pervading, and perhaps impractical for the reality of your day-to-day life. But I wonder if (as the article suggests) the duration was properly timed. The article reads, “Ideally, punishments should be designed so the sense of loss associated with them ends at the same time the punishment does.” Can you speak to this statement in relation to your experience of it?
My ideas about punishment (I hope I have shared these to some extent with you) are based on what I have read and what I have experienced. There is a disjunction between what I read about it in terms of philosophy and how it plays out. On one hand, I do not like punishment. I do not like to be put in a position to have to dole it out. It is the last thing I want to do. On the other hand, it does work. And as it does work, so do I get a thrill from having to create and oversee a “punishment.” The thrill comes from your acceptance of the punishment, and the pleasure I get from seeing you make great efforts to atone, to improve, to learn and to better yourself. As I said during the period, I felt I had grown closer to you as a result of seeing you respond to your “punishment.” I must also say I really want to avoid the act of punishing for the derivation of these erotically charged feelings, which I find to be both distasteful yet oddly pleasant (punishment, not the thrill I describe). I also see that in a D/s relationship, the framework itself is rather based in elements that seem punitive, strict or severe. To the outsider, this must appear very obvious.
The other thing I would mention is the idea that punishments should be disincentives and they should be unpleasant. I agree with this. The fact that you showed me clearly the difficulty you have in being forbidden to wear underwear has, of course, revealed something I now know to be unpleasant for you—so unpleasant that it is a very good disincentive for you. However, I am troubled by that, as I feel that you should actually experience the act of wearing panties as punishment. To please me, and to actually benefit from the experience proffered by your exposure, you should always be without panties. This poses an interesting problem. I will say that I accept your difficulty with this, and I am not stating that you should go around feeling as though you are somehow failing me unless you can overcome this aversion. But I do wish to work with you to uncover the emotional and psychosexual causes for your aversion to the experience of being without that layer of protection. What I am trying to say is that despite the fact that I know how not wearing panties is unpleasant for you, it does not necessarily make for a good way of punishing you, because I want very much for you to be without panties as way to please me and to enhance your own experience of pleasure in doing so. To enact what pleases me as punishment is not an effective method to get where we want to go.
A
Discipline from the top to the bottom
In the course of your D/s relationship, there will be high points. Very high points. They will likely outnumber the difficult times. These, however, will be part of the journey. As a matter of this course, you as the Dominant will have to carefully weigh the many factors involved in offering guidance and a strong hand, tempered with the sometimes difficult responsibility of doling out discipline and at hopefully fewer intervals, punishment. I am interested to hear from both tops and bottoms with regard to personal experiences. As a top, is it difficult to offer corrections, institute rules, and punish when absolutely necessary? As a sub, how do you respond emotionally to such?
I recently came across a list of favorites at a Thinking Dominant’s Blog for a Dom to consider, particularly in the context of what they have to bring to a D/s relationship. I found that type of information to be quite helpful to inspire and energize the discussion going on in my own head, for I relate to being a thinking dom. Thanks for that.
People in Need of a Proper Spanking
I was looking around the blogosphere for like-minded people (read weird sadistic people with a warm heart), and I came across a blog known as the Spanking Spot. There is a section over there with a decent list of people in desperate need of a spanking, and I loved the idea so much I feel like stealing it with both hands. There is nothing like the feeling that comes when you see a woman who is so out of control that you can feel your hand on that bare ass, and you know her objections would only make it more desirable. This list contains the obvious (Paris, Britney, etc.), but I was inspired by the likes of Ann Coulter on that list. And mind you, the blogger has gone to the trouble of offering readers a rather thoughtful explanation of what each person has done to warrant their presence on the list. I could not top it, but I was so tempted to try. I might consider doing something similar, but perhaps I would offer a complete regime for the reformation of people in dire need of complete behavior modification as proffered by a cruel sadist. I could develop a five-day program tailor made for women who never had proper discipline. I could change the world one strumpet at a time. Check back next month and see if I followed through with it.
Vampire Stripper
I know Jenna Jameson’s production company was producing a script called Vampire Strippers, or perhaps I fabricated this, I don’t know. But I had my own run-in with a real vampire stripper the other day, and I thought I would share with the class.
I will confess I do frequent a particular gentleman’s club, and many of the dancers there are aware of my leaning toward dominant play. Many are accommodating. Vampire Stripper is one of them, but she has told me of her conflicting desires to both dominate and submit. In the same conversation she mentioned with some exuberance her fetish for vampirism. On my last visit to her workplace, she showed me her prosthetic vampire fangs, and my curiosity was piqued. She bared her teeth and hissed at me in a rather sultry manner, and the combination of her teeth and the black light in the club drove me to the backroom for a taste of whatever would lay in store.
I spent some time simply freaking out at the sight of this petite brunette who would pass for girl next door with these rather real prosthetic vampire fangs. As she rubbed her naked body cat-like against me—her eyes (clear blue with vampire written all over them) looking at me, her hissing sound as she pursed her lips to give me a perfect glimpse at a vampire nymph—I began to get into the idea of the whole vampire thing, which I will also confess is alluring but definitely not my kink. I began to grab her hair and pull her up and down my stomach so I could see her fangs search for me, teasing her hunger. I asked her to show me what she was, namely a Vampire Stripper Slut. I don’t think she quite got my drift, so I offered her my neck a little and pulled her into it.
The problem here was that she was really trying to control me, and while I was into the adventure of Vampire Stripper, I was not necessarily digging the idea of her getting the best of me, so the whole thing became a rather weird struggle. She began to bite my neck, and I asked her if she wanted to drink my blood (I was trying to get into it). She apparently did wish to do so, but I wasn’t about to let Vampire Stripper draw blood. I asked her to make me immortal with three bites. She liked that idea. I asked her to tell me again what she was. “Tell me what you are,” I said. “I am a Vampire,” she moaned. She reacted to my attempts to command her to do anything by pinning me down and screaming at me. She went all rage. She barked something like, “What the fuck do you think you are? You want me to suck your blood, don’t you you little freak?” And we’re done. She noticed I wasn’t responsive, so she mocked at submission. “What would you like from me then, Master,” she said, all mocking.
We talked for a little while afterwards, where she told me she’d never roleplayed like that before, so she didn’t know much about what to do, and so on. I found that quite cute, really. She asked if I wouldn’t purchase a set of fangs for next time.
Dominalex mission and intention
I am here to keep a clandestine blog about my experiences and feelings as a male dominant whose feelings have emerged. I will share tales, fiction, insights and rants about the weird journey of wanting to explore dominance in the form of D/s or M/s relationships. I want it to be clandestine as I want to be free to express myself without the worry that people I know will immediately associate me with a specific preconceived image of who I am. I also will feel more at liberty to share my experiences. I hope also to use this as a proving ground for the blogging concept, the WordPress package, and to navigate the culture of the weblog.
