Timing and age a rant of sorts

Timing, never seems to be right. When we are young and strong we never meet with challenges to our health instead we receive an onslaught of decision that we must make without the experience of many years. Relationships , investments , children, just deciding whether to go out or stay in revolves around so many questions who will be there what are you going to do, what shirt do I wear, at 18 life is very demanding.

At 30 life becomes a little clearer for the mind, but circumstances interfere with the life you perceived. The children have needs they must out weigh yours after all you are a parent, you give up what you need for them. The house demands repair and the job well if you just want to maintain the level you are at better put in a lot of overtime, ass kissing and show the company they cannot do without you. The fun of life will come when the kids are grown that will be soon!

At 50 well, the body is telling you too far too fast, the ailments start around this time, The kids have grown older but have not yet made the transition to being grown up. You have become a slave to your house. The company has let you know that all that hard work was worth it and that plan to make the company more efficient was so good you are no longer needed to make sure the company runs smoothly. The fun of life is now derived from redoing your taxes 20 times so that you can save $50, and keeping those dam weeds to a minimum. You still give up everything for the kids and going out now has only one question" where is the next Bathroom".

I look forward to my later years, I hope I have sold the dam house the kids have moved far enough away that emails are the method of communication . I will be too blind to read between the lines. None of my clothes will match and I will no longer worry about the distance of bathrooms I will have found the answer to the ultimate question, boxers, thongs or briefs? Depends.

Now back to our regular programming

A name

I have read comments and blogs that have taken up my questions about a name for my slave and whether or not it is important to the slave? I thank you all for your comments. I see that the word collar is extremely important to subs as it shows a great commitment from both Dom and slave. Due to personal situations, we cannot commit to that permanence suggested with a collar.

A collaring for me means permanent markings and piercings. It means that we would alter our lives accordingly, which at this time would disrute our vanilla lives. I wish to demonstrate my commitment - an engagement you could say. That is why I will give her a name and why she will be able to write in a fashion that she is owned.

The interpretation of words have been difficult from the time we developed language. In a wolf pack, the grunts and growls explain in simple terms what they mean -- there is no double meaning. If you are in a forest and a Grizzly comes at you standing on its hind legs and growling, the growl means one thing -- you are food. So I wish it understood by k as the reason I will call her by this name.

minion
Etymology: Middle French mignon darling
a person or thing that is preferred over others
a servile dependent, follower, or underling

one highly favored
a subordinate or petty official
An obsequious follower or dependant; a sycophant.
A subordinate official.
One who is highly esteemed or favored; a darling.

ob·se·qui·ous

obsequious adj.

Full of or exhibiting servile compliance; fawning.

That is my minion of Darklight. I cannot say in better words than these .

Here we go titles again

Is a name so important, I have always named my slaves, usually I take something from their personality or their strengths or both. Is it important to do so?

I believe it is. A bond or commitment is formed not a collaring but certainly owner ship is established protection is shown as their name always carries mine in their title shall we say. I believe it gives peace of mind to the sub/slave as they begin to feel owned. I think they also feel that with a name there is protection and caring. I have a new slave referred to as k. To me a single letter shows that she is just another one in the slaves alphabet and when I finish with all the ks I move to the ls. she is not just another letter or number in three weeks or four I cannot remember how long it has been, she has surpassed my expectations and has worked her way deep into my soul if I have one ( I will leave that to another blog).

Much like the captive princess, at first she was taken for her worth to others, now she holds great value in my land so I must rename her so that all know she is part of my world now. I know that no matter what I call her she would happily come running to a grunt or a number in her mind she is there only to please me. The Doms that have proceed me did not value what they had they did not see the diamond in the rough as I did. They are the poorer for it and I am richer. So today I will select a name befitting my little gem and will give her title when next I see her. With it she may relax when not by my side knowing that she has value and is owned.

Just one more question . I will not answer this one I will leave that to those that read this. Does it matter to a sub/slave to have ownership shown in such a manner or is it just my roots in medieval times showing?

Why write and when

So where are the young writers?

I wrote songs and some poems when I was young but never a story . The idea of writing a journal was foreign to me some thing that women did , keep diaries. You never hear of young authors , well yes you do but young usually means after 30 seldom does an 18 year old able to capture the imagination of the readers. Is it imagination or experience that causes us to write . Is it a fear that when we are gone no one will know what we think so we try to answer every possible question by writing stories or my favorite expression putting my words on paper.

SO is it a desire to say to the world look at what I have done. Hear my ideas listen to what I say. Do we realize that with experience the end of gaining more experiences is diminishing. We so desperately want to leave a mark some where on this earth that we were here. Like all other mammals we are marking our territory. The one good thing is we know that peeing every does not last. When we are gone the urine dries up and some one else comes along and is able to lift their leg higher. Of course we could leave plastic bags around and in a few hundred years they might spring a leek and some one might pass by and say hey wow where is that guy now. I think words might be better easier to see and interpret.

So words are great for the future generations see our mark. The problem is we will never hear a word or thought about what we have written our dreams what we care about unless we receive some comments now good or bad they allow us to judge what we say and leave behind. I am upset when some one forces their way into the room to see what I am writing or drawing. Though, I will post to blogs or leave my art work in plain view to entice a comment. When none comes I cast doubt on the value of my work I am hurt and feel forgotten. I let the webs of dust form, the ink will dry and ideas do not easily form. We are funny little creatures we have battled ourselves and mother nature, flown to the moon and walked with volcanoes. We beat out the dinosaurs and put all other mammals in the back seat. Yet no comment on our thoughts or ideas and we are crushed.
The weakness nation on this earth has to be the imagination. So easily bruised so much fear of non acceptance I wonder how we made it this far.

My last thought on this is what if future generation takes what I say out of the context that it was written what if I am depicted as a monster right up there with Hitler and Bernardo. I will not be there to guide their thoughts or answer questions I will have to leave my word to be judge on what they feel is art or a good story, that is a scary thought. So in the true fear in man that has continued since we left he trees I have a plan. I decided to return to my writing and art and of making things with a clause. A good friend will be asked to make sure that for six months after I am gone all art and words will be available to everyone and then it will be wiped clean why this drama queen attitude. I do not really care if I leave a mark for future generations they can have a bag of pee. Only my friends know me and understand what I write or why. Truly it is their thoughts I wish to stimulate and their comments that I wish to hear.

Valentines a day of pain or love

Valentines Day is one of many Christian holidays shrouded in mystery.
Saint Valentine was a priest that married young men against the wishes of the
emperor.  In return, the emperor had him beheaded. 
I cannot resist talk about loosing your head over love.  lol.  That is one of the
accepted forms, but not founded.  Throughout history, there were three Saint
Valentines.  Number 1, the Emperor's victim; #2, a priest that helped Christians
escape from roman prisons, and #3, a bishop who (while imprisoned) professed his
undying love for a young girl.  Needless to say, they all met the same fate of
beheading.

Christians are fond of taking over pagan festival days.  I would guess that there
is some pagan festival being celebrated around this time, which included worship,
some debauchery and a lot of drinking. Sounds a little more palatable to me -- at
least they all kept their heads.

Now to modern times and the massacre which made great news.   However, it was just 
one scum trying to wipe out another. Scum  -- now there is a reason to send flowers,
but definitely not chocolates. I know the Romans like to feast, but not during
executions.  The only one (to my knowledge) was Vlad the Impaler. I highly doubt it
was chocolate he feasted upon.

Now let's get to the icon of all of this. That this holiday has all been taken over
by greeting card companies and Cupid, the Roman god of love. I suppose he had little
influence on the Roman emperors. Why is he naked and very pink?  

Here is my answer to that very question: Cupid ran in to Medusa, the Greek semi
goddess.  She was a bondage freak and rumor had it, a bit into bestiality
(but that is a topic for zoo day).  She scened with Cupid before loosing her head
(hmmm, loosing heads seems to be a theme here), tanned his ass really well and that
is why he is so pink. Now the story does not end there.  It seems he was a bit of a
switch and into piercing. That explains the bow and arrow.  Now in case you did not
know, he was also bisexual and it is rumored that he and Zeus had a thing going on,
and Cupid had a thing for electrical play.

Now my point is, it seems that this should not be a day of flowers and
chocolate and sweet gifts.  It would however appear that a lot more violence and
intense BDSM play has inspired this vanilla event. It occurred to me that
the name of the day should be changed perhaps to "lifestyle love day". We
could have legal right to do so, since the lifestyle has given reason for
this.  Some have come up with the name of "Cloud's day of debauchery and torture".
I think that has a ring to it, but I am too humble to accept the honour. However,
I do think that we must put our collective minds together and come up with a name
for the day and ideas for gifts . We only have a year to effect change and market
the merchandise, before Hallmark or Carleton steal this idea and start
selling heart shaped smackers and cards that play the screams of subs
enjoying the gifts of their Masters.  What do you think?

A broken spoon

Years ago when I was much younger I played lacrosse. I was known as a nasty person I was big and feared. The game was going along with my fair number of penalties when I found my self in a strange position of killing off one of my teams penalties. I was fortunate to be in the right place at the right time and stole a pass from the opposing team. Running down the floor I had one player left to beat. His name was Gord, we had several battles over the years we were pretty even in size weight and temperament. I moved to get by him when he crosschecked me with his stick. To both our surprise it broke. For what ever reason we both found this extremely funny. So if you can picture two tough guys running down the floor me trying to score and Gord in hot pursuit, giggling like school girls. When we meet it is the first story we think of.

LAst night I had my little slave primed for a good old spoon spanking. I was going to use both sides of the spoon to make a design on her ass when I think it was the third stroke it broke. I found myself trying to hold back laughter or should I say giggling and I had a flash back to the play with Gord. Girlish giggling from your Dom just does not seem appropriate in the middle of a spanking for me anyway. So I took some time held back my giggling and instead created small talk for a few minutes to re-compose my self. The strange things that make us laugh Only the second time I ever broke a toy on a subs ass hmmm perhaps it was the slaves ass was toooo hard, could not be my fault could it. Well we will have to see next time.

Standards

It is exasperating to listen to perfectly good subs and slaves trying to find fault with themselves. Not sit back and find ways to improve them selves so that they can say when given opportunity to what they have done to better themselves for their Dom/mes. They look to others to show that they are not good subs. How about looking to their Dom/mes for that guidance how about not thinking for their Dom/mes in areas of their training and instead put their minds to work on pleasing the Dom/mes would not life be so much easier then.

The sub mind is sometimes a terrible waste. As a friend of mine says focus that is a key word for subs but focus on what their ideas of what their Dom/mes want or what the Dom/mes have actually asked of them. Comparison is another, bother that subs persist in the expression of I am not as good as or I am not as submissive as. As what a another individual. A key word that I have used you can be a sub a slave in a stable not in a stable in a house or not. A sub is an individual and will excel in some areas and not others the question is who decides if it is good enough the sub or the Dom/mes?

The Dom/mes do. The desires of the subs do not set the standards they set the limits only. I am sure that this blog will get subs agreeing with me for a few weeks until they sneak 5 minutes away to worry themselves about and cause grief to their Dom/mes. Read the lines please not between them.