Butterflies can't fly they just fall

A poem written many years by anonymous, a very old and prolific witter through out the ages. The witter speaks from the view of a little girl. In it she describe her young life with her two brothers. One she has named a bear and one a dragon. One for his flatulence and the other for his acid tongue. She feels that they tease her for their pleasure and wants to run away but of course cannot not . So she imagines a world filled only with butterflies, having tea and crumpets and wearing frilly white gowns. The butterfly to her is a wonderful being with out a care, no direction nor rules it just flits around doing what it feels and all is right in the world.. After a few years of growth she finds work as a maid then starts to realize that life cannot be made up of only white gowns, tea and crumpets that it must and mostly contains dragons and bears along with many other scary things.

The realization that her fantasy could have never come true, makes her coin the phrase Butterflies can't fly they just fall. Her expectations of life are dashed as she returns to cleaning a small dark room.

After many years of trying to understand how butterflies fly I feel that the woman is right. Butterflies are for fantasies and dreams , dragons fly and breathe fire , bears walk and growl. Butterflies take a while but in the end they just fall

I am off for a short walk about to find out if lions ,tigers and bears do exist so back soon. Perhaps I might even discover dragons that fly and breathe fire, well I can dream too.

The ultimate torture

Family gathering or should I say tolerating in laws. First they are in law as you would not really have anything to do with them otherwise. Supposedly intelligent people they rehash the same child hood happenings with the excitement of tell of a brand new tale of epic proportions. Reliving the past is not a highlight for me once it is done yes you can revisit now and the but do not make it the bases for every conversation and telephone call. do you really think that it is of any interest to anyone but those who were there. God boring, read please get some interests that does not revolve about things that occurred what was of little importance back years ago think of the future and stop living in veils of the past. My medical conditions will not be the death of me it will be in laws boring conversation and laugh track which they must carry with them hidden in every one's pockets so they do not laugh out of time with their siblings.

It will never end but this rant will after this offer any one into physiological torture of subbies let me know I will take them with me to the next family gathering for no one does it better than my in laws.

A position

A friend describe a position or use for a slave as a flower pot or candle holder to me and I am so interested that I had to share. The slave is placed near a wall on his or her back, head pointing away from the wall but close enough that their bottom is half way up the wall. The arms are out stretched then attached to the ankle that are in turn tied to a spreader bar. This of course give you access to all that they hold special and puts the anus at the top . Which now can be used for cut flowers , a candle or a carrot or two (just for you little one) the balls or pussy lay open to all sorts of torture.

My friend likes to hang a small tray off his slaves scrotum by clamps using it as a beverage holder or a place where She can leave her keys also making the slave into an excellent accent piece. As for women I could see their pussies being used as an ice dispenser,(though the quality of ice might be suspect a little hot at first)vibrator holder and of course more carrots just in case a goat or horse should pass by there would e a snack handy. I could sit here all day thinking of things to be stuffed and things to do with a table like that but the sun dawns and I must make myself ready for the day. I hope this is a happy thought for you all. Just one more thought the face of the slave would be in excellent position for some relaxing face sitting you could bring a book and read by candle light!

The sub mind is the essience of the lyfestyle

I read a short story by little one, she wrote it from a Dominant point of view and did quite well better than most Dominants could. I know she has no nasty bone in her body has always shunned the idea of doming some one yet has captured the wicked part of a Dominant. Zeroing on what the sub wants most to be exposed and fears the most to enjoy the attention given , to force enjoyment from the darkest of fantasies from the sub or slave mind.

I think that most subs have a greater understanding of the needs and wants of submission, than do dominants . She also showed somewhat of the expectation of what or how a Dominant should be. I do not know if it would be so easy for a Dom to exchange their perspective and capture the mindset of submissive so easily. A first attempt by her and I would have to say a hats off to her a very tidy evil mind this way comes.