Monthly Archives: August 2007

Domspace part 2

emmie and I engaged in some SM sex last night after the Subway experience, and it led to the Domspace feeling of control, and also led to some other fantastically wonderful feelings.  I love the state of mind it engenders and even love the drop into exhaustion afterwards, as it’s a satisfied, contented exhaustion far different from the depressive exhaustion sometimes suffered under subdrop.

This morning, very early, mitda and I decided to engage in needle play, I pierced her back and ass, which I then fucked, and then scratched lines down her back and across her ass, just deep enough for blood to well up in the scratch.  mitda went directly to subspace, do not pass go, do not collect your wits.  I was in a wonderful space myself that was hard to let go of for the rest of the morning, although the exhausted contentment that followed made it impossible to do anything but work from home.  Which turned out to be ok given it was the Friday of a long weekend and I had just turned in an important project on time.


Domspace part 2

emmie and I engaged in some SM sex last night after the Subway experience, and it led to the Domspace feeling of control, and also led to some other fantastically wonderful feelings.  I love the state of mind it engenders and even love the drop into exhaustion afterwards, as it’s a satisfied, contented exhaustion far different from the depressive exhaustion sometimes suffered under subdrop.

This morning, very early, mitda and I decided to engage in needle play, I pierced her back and ass, which I then fucked, and then scratched lines down her back and across her ass, just deep enough for blood to well up in the scratch.  mitda went directly to subspace, do not pass go, do not collect your wits.  I was in a wonderful space myself that was hard to let go of for the rest of the morning, although the exhausted contentment that followed made it impossible to do anything but work from home.  Which turned out to be ok given it was the Friday of a long weekend and I had just turned in an important project on time.


Being Noticed

mitda, Jubal and the kid were out yesterday evening, which presented us with a quandary – do we take the risk of eating an emmie-meal or do we fast-food it for the evening.  We decided on the latter, not that I think emmie is totally incapable in the kitchen, however if it doesn’t come in a microwaveable package it does cause her undue stress and worry ; ).

So off we went to Subway.  For those not part of North American fast-food culture Subway is a shop that makes long, very good sandwiches.  Not that this is a plug, they certainly charge enough for them.  But the thing is, we live in a very small Texas town, albeit not far from probably the most open minded city in the State. 

Arriving at Subway I pulled into the last reasonably close parking spot, nearly decapitating someone about to leave their car in the process.  He managed to close his door quickly and avoid it, along with his leg, being taken off.  As a result he, emmie and I were on the sidewalk going towards the shop at the same time.  I noticed that this fellow was giving emmie and I an unusually wide berth, without exactly perceiving why, and wondered if I really freaked him out by my driving.  emmie opened the door and proceeded to hold it open for him but he waved us both in ahead of him, as I passed him to go in he said “after all she’s wearing the pretty turian”.  

emmie and her turianSuddenly it clicked, he knew exactly what her collar signified and was simply giving respect to two members of the “lifestyle” as it were.  I said to him “You’d be surprised how many people don’t know what it means”, and he responded that he knew full well, and in fact remembered us from a  play party we had attended some time before, one where emmie was tongue-tied trying to introduce herself and made more of an impression with her embarrassed silence (very becoming on a beautiful slave) than anything anyone else actually said did.

The incident left me with a weird feeling.  The fellow had been discreet enough, there was noone else really in the store, certainly not within earshot, and I had continued the conversation after he  mentioned her turian, so I had no issue with him talking about it.  It was just a surprise to find someone recognizing the collar in such a vanilla, everyday situation.  And I realized that in a sense this was exactly what we were about.  emmie was happy that she had been on good behaviour, but she usually is.  It’s one thing to aim for 24/7 M/s, it’s another to realize that in the midst of  a very vanilla neighbourhood we are actually living it.


Being Noticed

mitda, Jubal and the kid were out yesterday evening, which presented us with a quandary – do we take the risk of eating an emmie-meal or do we fast-food it for the evening.  We decided on the latter, not that I think emmie is totally incapable in the kitchen, however if it doesn’t come in a microwaveable package it does cause her undue stress and worry ; ).

So off we went to Subway.  For those not part of North American fast-food culture Subway is a shop that makes long, very good sandwiches.  Not that this is a plug, they certainly charge enough for them.  But the thing is, we live in a very small Texas town, albeit not far from probably the most open minded city in the State. 

Arriving at Subway I pulled into the last reasonably close parking spot, nearly decapitating someone about to leave their car in the process.  He managed to close his door quickly and avoid it, along with his leg, being taken off.  As a result he, emmie and I were on the sidewalk going towards the shop at the same time.  I noticed that this fellow was giving emmie and I an unusually wide berth, without exactly perceiving why, and wondered if I really freaked him out by my driving.  emmie opened the door and proceeded to hold it open for him but he waved us both in ahead of him, as I passed him to go in he said “after all she’s wearing the pretty turian”.  

emmie and her turianSuddenly it clicked, he knew exactly what her collar signified and was simply giving respect to two members of the “lifestyle” as it were.  I said to him “You’d be surprised how many people don’t know what it means”, and he responded that he knew full well, and in fact remembered us from a  play party we had attended some time before, one where emmie was tongue-tied trying to introduce herself and made more of an impression with her embarrassed silence (very becoming on a beautiful slave) than anything anyone else actually said did.

The incident left me with a weird feeling.  The fellow had been discreet enough, there was noone else really in the store, certainly not within earshot, and I had continued the conversation after he  mentioned her turian, so I had no issue with him talking about it.  It was just a surprise to find someone recognizing the collar in such a vanilla, everyday situation.  And I realized that in a sense this was exactly what we were about.  emmie was happy that she had been on good behaviour, but she usually is.  It’s one thing to aim for 24/7 M/s, it’s another to realize that in the midst of  a very vanilla neighbourhood we are actually living it.


Dom-space

When we play, sometimes I’m able to find the rhythm and the right kind of empathy to playmy girls perfectly. It results in a heady feeling of control that I term Dom-space, as opposed to the floaty endorphin fueled Sub-space a submissive can go into.

I don’t know quite how else to describe it than as the feeling that the slave has become an extension of you, it can come during play, it can come during sex, especially certain kinds of sex. It can come while seeing one’s slave(s) go about their business. It’s part of the reward of being a Master, the less intellectual and more visceral part. It’s a wonderful feeling …


Dom-space

When we play, sometimes I’m able to find the rhythm and the right kind of empathy to playmy girls perfectly. It results in a heady feeling of control that I term Dom-space, as opposed to the floaty endorphin fueled Sub-space a submissive can go into.

I don’t know quite how else to describe it than as the feeling that the slave has become an extension of you, it can come during play, it can come during sex, especially certain kinds of sex. It can come while seeing one’s slave(s) go about their business. It’s part of the reward of being a Master, the less intellectual and more visceral part. It’s a wonderful feeling …


The beauty of my slaves

Today I’ve been struck, numerous times, as if I wasn’t already overwhelmed, by the beauty of my slaves emmie and mitda. mitda is a word girl, a Joycean full of wonder at the joys of language and full of wonder at the world they give meaning to. emmie is as meaningful in her silences, her hesitations, her stark pronouncements as Beckett. They go together as complementary colours in the beautiful tapestry that they have made my life. I love them both and love them always.


The beauty of my slaves

Today I’ve been struck, numerous times, as if I wasn’t already overwhelmed, by the beauty of my slaves emmie and mitda. mitda is a word girl, a Joycean full of wonder at the joys of language and full of wonder at the world they give meaning to. emmie is as meaningful in her silences, her hesitations, her stark pronouncements as Beckett. They go together as complementary colours in the beautiful tapestry that they have made my life. I love them both and love them always.


Aftercare …

Sometimes it’s not clear to the Dominant what aftercare is needed in a situation. On Friday mitda wasn’t able to do a certain something that we often do – limits change due to physical realities and what a masochist can take one day she may not be able to the next. I understand this, and I understood it at the time. After trying to push her to see if the limit was real, I backed off, lay down and told her to put her head on my shoulder, thinking she would interpret this as “it’s ok baby, we won’t do that tonight, we’ll do other things …”. Needless to say she didn’t, she interpreted it as “I’m tired, let’s beg off for the rest of the night.”.

So the care I thought I was giving her didn’t go over. And she needed care. This type of miscommunication is one of the most painful to me as a Dominant. And I’m using the word “Dominant” advisedly here, because when I make this kind of mistake I don’t deserve the title “Master”.

mitda and I will of course work it out. Other happenstances made the situation worse, things I couldn’t and can’t do anything about. But the mistake was still mine. She is sleeping now as I write this, softly snoring quite beautifully. And I know from this that things will always be ok between us, no matter what words or actions pass from our lips and hands.


Aftercare …

Sometimes it’s not clear to the Dominant what aftercare is needed in a situation. On Friday mitda wasn’t able to do a certain something that we often do – limits change due to physical realities and what a masochist can take one day she may not be able to the next. I understand this, and I understood it at the time. After trying to push her to see if the limit was real, I backed off, lay down and told her to put her head on my shoulder, thinking she would interpret this as “it’s ok baby, we won’t do that tonight, we’ll do other things …”. Needless to say she didn’t, she interpreted it as “I’m tired, let’s beg off for the rest of the night.”.

So the care I thought I was giving her didn’t go over. And she needed care. This type of miscommunication is one of the most painful to me as a Dominant. And I’m using the word “Dominant” advisedly here, because when I make this kind of mistake I don’t deserve the title “Master”.

mitda and I will of course work it out. Other happenstances made the situation worse, things I couldn’t and can’t do anything about. But the mistake was still mine. She is sleeping now as I write this, softly snoring quite beautifully. And I know from this that things will always be ok between us, no matter what words or actions pass from our lips and hands.