The scene

A cool day in autumn the breeze carries a chill to the air in the square where people haave been gathering for the past feew hours . The sun is still strong enouth to warm the rotten fruit and dry the spit and urine on their skin. There the five convicted hand by their wrist naked for all to see and be made fun of. Their families forced to attend. The victimns of theses criminals leading in the throwing of projectiles and insults. Then at noon the firetruck brought up and the howe opens a huge stream of water biting into their skin and cleaning them of debris. Now the punishemnt is meated out to their backs and behinds the quantity and the instruement to be used defined by the judge and the crime.

A fantasy no a wish to replace the prison system with . A few months to make sure they have time to think of their crime and more important their punishment. I think far better then spending time in your home on weekend confined to tv and nintendo.

Yes all for revenge then when punishment and time are served accept them back into society not continue to punish them so they are driven back to crime as we do now.

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In day s of old and days gone bye
it would bring a tear to my eye
when evil would win and good would loose
then i would have to choose

in dragon smoke and dudgeon lair we would labour
till the knights would stand in favour
to bring back the light of day from darkest night
dark would loose all would be right

Now the days and knights have changed
no longer easy to see through the smoke and flame
not easy to see where to put teh blame
if darkness is evil and light is right it should be easy to see what is right
eyes do dim and fears do grow we choose what causes the smallest woe

So now we sit on high with chest plates polished and shield in hand
we lie and sell our souls to those of the land
with gold and silver in their hands

Do we fight for right or fear
do we try to make it clear
do we stand with brightness of day
or hide in shadows and shade of evil and dismay

So there is the choice it is easily made
to follow the light or enter the cave
to use our eyes and see the knave
or enter the cave and be betrayed.

CLoud

Living up to expectations

Living up to expectations.

It is funny how others will bestow certain actions and beliefs on you. If you are a dominant, you must wear leather pyjamas and never be nice to anyone. If you are a slave well you cannot have thought or rights. I hve seen the stress of expectation change individuals as they strive to meet the expectations of others and not the desires that they have . To please the other they confine themselves in rules protocols or traditions that others have because that is what they think is expected of them.

I do not eat puppies or kittens. I have a vanilla life and as far as I know no police agency is seeking my alter ego the mr hyde part. As fara as being a vampire no I like meat not just the blood. I used to hunt but found ther e to be no sport in hunting anymore as it does not provide equal opportunity for the animal to win. Before anyone jumps upcrying I used and Indian bow which you had to be withint fifteen yards to kill your prey not an easy task by any means as animals are much smarted then we are in the wild. I never hunted bear but one hunted me and I did sit in a tree for close to four hours contemplating whether I could outrun the bear before she left.

Expectations are a projection of desere if you cannot express them in some language then best not participate until you can. So answers yno I am not evil yes I have an evil mind. I am a bit of a sadist and yes a bit of a masochist. I love protocols when done right they produce a sexual tension that raely can be reproduced by other type of play , no I do not need it it is not an expectation. What is an expectation well are you human , have the legal right to make decisions and an open mind well that is what I ecpect.

And really, really I like puppies

An emotion that I do not handle well

Feeling useless is an thought I cannot handle well nor is the sadness caused by it. When I realize I can have no effect I recoil and become a sad angry child.I do want to talk about it I just had to write itdown some where to reliece my emotions.

Thank you.

There is a sadness that comes with Christmas unfortunately. As I age it seems to be more and more prevalent with my age. I think it is the excitement that I have and the lack my family has. Compounded by recent incidents it is overtaking my joy for this season. A very lovely dog was staying with us and I have grown quite attached to it. I love animals and always wanted a dog when growing up but could not money , space and a brother taht was allergic.Though I have foster dogs about 10 of them I ran into the same problems when I was older this time it was my kids that were allergic. Unfortunately this dog bit my son under strange circumstances . Not that the dog was right to bite but I can understand why it did.

Now the dog will be taken away to spend its remaining days with my son's girlfriends father. It will not have the company for all in the house it will not have some one with it all the time nor some one to pay attention. The father has already said the dog is too old and I know he will work on her to put my friend down, and I have no power to stop it. to it. And I will loose a friend. This is when I hate the rules of ownership is not right but must accept them.

Tonight I am off to shop for presents and my lost spirityet the one that would make me happy will be the source that creates the greates sadness at this time of the year. Some how I do not really feel much like a strong and powerful dom. I have made things right in peooles lives I have save children and helped Monarch butterflies but never seem to do the right thing for me. a very sad and solitarty word the word me just never seems to get it's just due

So the lights are up. the tree is decorated and some presents are wrapped. IT is just my spirit is broken and gone for now.

Ideas for Holiday parties with your slaves

Inventive ideas for Christmas

1. Ting a ling bells are always great nipples testicles ankles and wrist collars with belles. Certainly a slave bouncing around doing his tasks will only lend to a festive spirit with the tinkling.
2. The Christmas goose as per the Christmas Carol 12 days of Christmas. Each day being the number of fingers used would be fun on the twelfth day ten fingers and two fists yep that makes twelve does it not.
3. Oh Christmas tree well if you attach the hand to the ankles then bring his feet over so he is resting on his shoulders. Spread the ankles wide that sort of give a shape of a tree. Clamps with bells can be attached to his testicles down around his ankles then to his nipples. You can sting garland hang ornaments and of course the star has to go on or in his ass to be the highest.
4. Chestnuts roasting well this one are easy hot towels then a good close shave followed by putting the testicles in a bucket of snow. They should shrivel up and have a similar look as roast chestnuts. Now for the hot part lovely hot wax dripped on. Festive coloured candles would be nice to use.
5. Stuffing the turkey always a fun thing not hard to do just see how much of what you like can be inserted and held. Grapes nuts carrots Potatoes the choice is yours just grab the penis and testicles and with a little oil insert the desired ingredients. A nice surprise for the dear little slave includes some ginger root with the mix Tape the cheeks together and watch the fun. There will be a lot of gobbling and prancing around I am sure. Do not forget to baste or oil well another variation is to grease every thing including his hands after applying the tape and then tell him he can empty as soon as he can get the tape off that could be good for hours of entertainment depending on the tape job and the amount of oil.
6. Hark the slave does song attach the testicles to the ankles in a squatting position and apply a heat rob of sort to his testicles and in his anus and see how much of a soprano he is give him a Carol to sing when it is over then let his balls go if he does not sound in key well do it over and over till he gets it right.
7. Joy to the world my ass is red. Well simply said a paddling for twelve minutes Oh just to make sure it gets red make sure the ass is nice and cold a nice bucket of snow is always a good thing.
8. And now we don our gay apparel well pretty obvious well take any slave. Get red, white, green stay up stocking matching panties and bra with a some thing pretty for his neck get a skirt that covers but not that well and a slut top for him shoes would be wonderful the higher the heel the better causes them to walk slowly. You can put on make up and a wig just make sure that noon could mistake him for anything then a man in women’s clothing. Then toss him in the car and take him for a ride. Try to find a quiet corner store of gas station and have him pump the gas or go in and buy some thing that he has to ask for. Hopefully a woman is working and you have scope out some thing that is hidden away. If the woman is bored she just might make a few suggestions for you as what to do with him. This should bring about Christmas colour quiet quickly and put everyone in the spirit of giving.
9. Ding dong it is not so long. The pulling and stretching of the testicles and penis. Every Dominant in the room is given the chance to stretch and pull the slaves penis and balls a total of five minutes each before and in-between the anatomy is cooled down in snow when each Dom is finished the slave is measured what ever the larges measure that Dom wins a tongue bath of any part of their body. Should there be any accidents on the part of the slave well he must lick it up and continue if there are too many accidents add a bit of Tabasco sauce with is dripping that should put the fire in him to play properly at Christmas.
10. We three dominants, just those three dominants with strap-ons dildos or their own equipment and a slave with two orifices well guess that means a male slave. Play the carol we three Kings and when a new king starts to sing switch positions of the Dominants. Play the carol three times. Who win s the dominants silly the one not in the slaves ass or mouth when the carol stops decides if they should play the carol three more times depending on how my dominants have not yet cum
11. OH little dicks this is easy of all the male slave the one with the shortest dick is spanked twenty five times on his ass and then 24 on his dick with a six inch plastic ruler by all in the room and this is the time when a small number of is a good thing guests that is not penis size.
12. T’is the time for bondage and follies. The poor slave that has had to endure these past 11 tortures should get a rest and a break but hell that is a slaves lot in life tied the poor boy up in your favourite position and then reflect on how much you like to give and he likes to receive so have fun. HO HO HO

time for a change

Time for a new style I believe www.darklightstables.blogspot.com

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A strange thing we humans are. To hear hundred people were killed in a wave or 80 killed in a hurricane seems not to affect us as one shot on a freeway. We stop traffic have vigils leave flowers for the one. The hundred we bury quickly . We grieve over children shot in a school yet ten times the same number die from starvation in the world every day do we build flower shrines where they fell?

I do not feel much difference, as some do , in the hundred or the one as I do not know them. I have not seen them grow as children ,no conversations has gone one over the years between myself and them. I hold nothing in common with them except that we exist on the same planet, we are made of the same stuff.

They are of little consequence to me as they do not share my views hopes and desires they had their own based on their lives and experiences. It would be like saying that I care if they were life-stylers or vanillas . Is it simply because I do not know them that cause my lack of human feeling for them. Why must so must news and stories revolve on the one and not the hundred. Would I care anymore if it did I doubt it.

I feel empathy at most when I see a single child ravaged by a storm , war or poverty yet if I see 300 bodies floating in the ocean no sadness wells up inside of me .

If I am so cold towards my own species then why do I feel inadequate in my help when I cannot stop a dove crying out in pain?

First time

First time for any slave is fraught with emotions.

Can you imagine standing naked in front of an almost stranger as he peruses your body. Not from a far but so close his breath feels like wind. All your imperfections proudly displayed for him to mock. All those hours at the gym that you never showed up for. Hoping upon hope that the sweat you feel does not form a droplet and force itself to run freely down your ribs. Trembling to hold back the moistness that is forming on your genitalia. As his fingers probe and he finds that wetness you can feel his smile and you embarrassment grow. The words no no not there run in you mind as he parts your cheeks to fond the rosebud. Can you relax enough for him to enter oh god have I clean well enough comes the thoughts rushing from thought to thought . His finger pushing through the rosebud gaining access to that area hidden by your ass hidden because it was not to be shared and now it is his.

Pinching and pulling on your nipples and genitalia he leaves that finger in the darkest of regions moving it in and out slowly while torturing the rest of you body with his touches. Pulling out quickly , you clench to make sure nothing follows his finger out slapping on cuffs he raises you arms and then all touch is lost . You feel the coolness and it is all still but for the quivering of your arms. searching with your eyes only restricted by that command he gave to you in the beginning head and eyes for wad. I leave then to have time to feel and take in what has happened . I give them time to realize they cannot go any where with out me right now . I give them time to think I can anything I want to . I give them time to enjoy fear. Fear that their fantasies just might come true.

Then they start to sweat!

Fear

A nasty little word that cause so much to happen in the body and mind of a slave. Fear is mostly an ugly word no one wants to have fear. You fear the touch a sharp knife you might get cut does he know what he is doing ? Can you trust him , why did you trust him?. You fear everyday things like being late , not looking great , falling down you might get mauled by a bear. Fear is an excellent guideline fear can keep you from danger ,injury and all sorts of mayhem. It can also cause danger to appear around every corner!

The old saying a place fools rush in where angels fear to tread. Stands out right now is it saying that angels that are pretty powerful fear that there is something with greater more power or is the fool with too much power and does not use common sense.

Most fantasies in the lifestyle have to do with fear. Kidnapping , imprisonment. rape yet they are in our dreams. Being bound to a cross and waiting for the first stoke to land is that fear or anticipation. Do we fear what we want and let others force it upon us so that we feel someone is saying it is okay it wasn't in our control.

I know that when fear is present the session is electrified. each touch magnified. The dread of what will be has moved from from reality and much closer to that fantasy. Fear causes women to moisten and men to drip far easier. their senses are heighten and their reflexes jerky.

Fear , just the right dose goes hand and hand with enjoyment in my opinion.

Ritual in My lifestyle

I feel that without some degree of ritual then it is not a lifestyle. Lifestyle means just that a style that sets you apart so for me it is protocols and ritual.

My schedule that all my slaves follow is they have a day for a session but also have a defined punishment day. They have a dress code for when they are with me , when they are at home and when they go to work.

They have a schedule for exercising the body as I believe that slaves should be in the best shape they can be. This does not mean all are 5.2 feet weight 118 and 1/2 pounds it means that with me they must care for their bodies as they have given me ownership and I do not own crap. Just because you are 5 foot and weight 250 pound or 6 foot and weight 180 my slaves all exercised.

All my slaves must have intelligence and they must seek to improve this at all times so there is library time entrench in their schedules. There is a time where every week where they can discuss any areas that they are not comfortable with and have time each day for themselves. Daily tasks are incorporated with tasks that I want done.

Slaves are ritually punished . They are told of the transgression , they have to explain why they did what they did not do. They are also punished for poor thinking. Yes I punish even when things turn out good why because they have to understand there are consequences for all decision including not making a decision. Such as If my slave stops to help some one and makes her self late to see me she will get a stroke if she bypasses the person and gets to me on time she gets 10 strokes.

slaves attending an event with me must touch my elbow with two of their fingers to ask me anything . They have greeting positions , punishment positions the list goes on . So why do I do all of this for the pure pleasure of control. I am consistent in then so my slave knows what I want and has guide lines to keep her happy when I am not there. are they some what silly perhaps but it makes life mush easier when all know the rules and that they are consistently enforced

A week of New and Old

I had the delight to be asked to be a mentor of sorts, to an old slave's new Domme. I will not give out her name just yet but her dominant trains are natural my sub side tingled in her presence. I feel She has great strength and compassion which is important . I do not know how evil her mind can be but hopefully I can help awake enough of the evil torment in her to keep minion on her toes. I certainly see the love the desire to complete each other so that is a great start.


I was asked by my old friend Sir to attend the shaving and unveiling of a new sub. One thing I have to say to Sir is I think littleone is right. I have notice that in many of her recent comment she dwells on the idea that it is boring for you seeing her naked all the time . So I thin you should stay with what you did yesterday and make sure she has her nipples painted all the time during the summer along with her mor personal lips and lets not for get the little rosebud you seem to nick but she will not touch her anus i think would look lovely in the same shade if not redder and darker. as for an article of clothing yes she should also be allowed perhaps starting with a rope harness to be worm all day you know to keep parts of her hot . what are your thought of course now the rope colour should match the paint and might I say having her fingernails and toe nails done I would have to say that after examining her tits I have not seen them so perky , at least when squeezed since you applied iced to them . Sir may I say also that your painting was great as you stayed in the lines perfectly

I have a new contract for a partial dungeon so a great week . It brought me out of doldrums and allowed fresh air to fill my lungs you could say.

Three points

I have found that over the years there are three point of worry in a male slave. His balls , his cock but most important is his rectum.

Most will take cbt in stride . It is almost tht they prove themselves in front of you . So slap tickle and tease unless you cut them off they know they will survie and enjoy the pain. They present them selves to you almost thrusting it in you face tempting you to do more . enter the rectum with anything gives them the feeling that they have been fucked. All the jokes come back to them from the locker room " hey look he walking funny must have go it up the ass last night" In school yards in fights and bulling sessions you gt kick in the nuts slapped around but never fucked in front of your comrades. You rarely hear boasting from some one about how his wife fuck his ass so well last night with a strap on. It can be the greatest point of humiliation to a male.

So I start with their balls and cock as a warm up but it is that protected little rectum that I wish to exploit , torture and rape for my enjoyment . They have to be shown if they are a male and a submissive well all they are is a hole with balls and a cock to hold on to. Now if one of them was long enough would be fun to see them fuck them selves in the ass would it not or do they not do that already by being a slave.

Is nothing sacred

Games have always had a pervert side to them. Strip poke , slave, strip chess for those that try to be intellectual about it. Checker and of course, strip and nude Twister.CCS (chase catch and strip) a version of capture the flag. I can go on but i think you understand how easy it is to pervert a game for the lifestyle.

A game that seemed to be impervious to the perverting process was Labyrinth. a game I could take great delight in playing with out being transported back into the mindset of the lifestyle. In California over this weekend I was informed by friends that they did play a game of Labyrinth of the dungeon . The same cards were used the slaves were set to play against each other and the Dominants waited to see who won and who lost. Points were given to each card you found your way too if you won the number of points was the number of strokes given to the losers. If you collected cards but did not win those points were also given on top of the winners. Then anything that could be used for penetration well same rule thought they did not use the sword other implements were used in it's place. Hot wax in lieu of flame that sort of thing. I will not go through all the different tortures for each card lets us just say that they were novel, painful and humiliating so all had great fun.

SO sadly now the next game Labyrinth I play will now conjure up a picture of a slave having a candle stick up their ass while having their sexual apparatus masturbated with chain mail from the helmet . I would suggest that if you are a slave playing this game best try to win. I would hate to think what could be done with that jeweled crown.

My first munch

I attended my first munch in the year 1999. It was held at Moven Pic. I remember going into the area finding a bar armed with a glass of red wine in hand . I had never been to anything in a vanilla setting that involved the lifestyle .
as I approached the area I remember seeing two men one six foot three and the other both bald an dressed in black under six feet in a heated discussion at the door of the area where I was to meet up with the munch group. Seeing the group inside I thought well I felt anxious. I sipped my wine and continued inside. The first munch was horrible for me. I knew no one , did not seem to have common ground with anyone I was sitting with and felt well it was an experience I would not repeat any time soon like a week after the devil found out I was dead then I would go to a munch again.

The following month I was working on a Sunday and was in the area so what to hell I would have supper downtown see if my first feelings were right or not. Since then I have not missed many and have great friendships that developed through the munch.


so why what is the point of this blog ? I was invited to a cocktail party last Friday. What a pleasant way to pass a Friday evening. I went through great trouble to get friends to go with me and getting there to the club was not easy nor the navigation of the club itself to find the party. The idea of a cocktail party filled with conversation and low music died at the door of the club. as littleone said in her blog I felt like I was at a high school dance only I was no longer the student I was the chaperon. I felt old and said that night to myself that I did not belong there this was a new thing for young people not for an old fart like myself. It was nice that they invited me but just was not for me. While I was off kayaking this weekend I remembered who made the munch special for me was the mix of old and new that was there . The stories that Captain told or the European flavor of Kay the devilish nature of Sir and littleone , Lady Greyeyes, Pierre and Catherine known for their appearance on Kink fame. They made the minches not only good but important for me to attend.

So it might not be easy for me to talk over loud music and harder for me to hear I have decided to attend the next cocktail party for a variety of reasons. As they are younger than I they might enjoy my stories and thoughts. You never know where or when you will meet the perfect slave that you always wanted or perhaps more important I might meet the slaves that needs what I can give. Hopefully I will find new friends if not at least learn a couple of new tricks.

Not everyone's cup of tea and I will not drag anyone out to it but I feel it is important to keep and give support to this event so yep I will blindly trip over waiters and smile even though I might not have a clue what was said as long as my presence makes some one happy then I will be there.

Training days ahead.

If you have read this blog before you have come across some of my methods and thoughts on training . I was asked about my training methods most recently from a male sub on collarme . So I will delve a bit into them today but it looks like I hopefully will have a nice little ass to enslave shortly. A male from the area seems to have a nice ass to beat so looks promising.

First , my thoughts on males serving males . I do not use them for sex I love to torture them and put them through their tasks and duties like drilling a regiment. I do dehumanize them a bit they are treat rougher than the females and always lower than any thing else I own . The good thing men's tongues seem to be a bit stronger then the females but I guess that is just too much of a generalization. SO we will see.

SO first off will be an exam f the boy.No not like the Clock Work Orange no this one usually takes about an hour. The probing of his orifices will take at leas fifteen minutes then there is measurements , stretching to see how flexible he is . Ability to balance in different positions.

So hopefully lots to look forward to should he agree to my ways and protocols.

Four rocks

I Have been on vacation for a little while in Maine. The sea air the calm days and the fog have allowed many thoughts to come forth and my mind to clear some what. Before I start blogging about starting my search for a slave I will relate a story one that was told to me while sitting out at a lighthouse 7/8 of mile out in the ocean with only man made ten foot wide rocky bridge as it's only access.


It had intrigued me as why would any one build the bridge to put a lighthouse on it and that there are weather warnings about being out on the bridge and the light house in inclement weather. A few had been struck by lightning and others swept away out to sea. So of course seeing warnings such as that I had to go out and see this lighthouse. The day was a bit foggy and there was a mist hindering the view of the lighthouse from shore . The journey out was not easy as the bridge was not flat but large stones laid down so it was a bit of flat rock climbing With deep crevices about 6 to 8 inches wide between the stones. Some points of the bridge you feel as if the sea has made tunnels under this stone bridge as your feet feel the force of the waves on the bridge. On one side of the bridge an old ship . A few fishermen near that point heard me question out loud the name of the ship and could not resist telling me their version of the story of the bridge

Well it seems that a fisherman built the bridge. The reason was that he heard a song coming from the sea from the first rock. He had almost lost his life in a storm so was a bit fearful of the sea now. He did not want to go out in a ship nor boat but the song lured him back everyday trying to see what was out there on the first rock. That is how the bridge started he put a rock in the water to stand on then another and another until his bridge nearly reached the first rock. Lighting a fire in the early morn he saw what he thought was a women in the water behind the rock. As she sang she turned and once catching a glimpse of him submerge. Sadden by what he thought were old sea eyes he went home to return the next day again the song was there but distant it was coming from the second rock. Of course you can see where this is going every time he made his bridge out to the next rock the song would change to the next one further out. Until the forth rock. Seven eights of a mile out I am told is a drastic drop in the ocean floor. By now his bridge was of a concern to shipping so he built a light house at seven eights of a mile Every night he would light the lamp and sit on high in the light house waiting to hear the song and perhaps catch a glimpse of the shadowy figure that hid behind the rock and in the seaweed. No song no sighting since he had been there .

A large storm with high waves and fierce winds had struck the area as he sat there in the light house he heard the song once again and there she was in the flashes of lighting staring at the man behind the glass . The fisherman left the e safety of the lighthouse and stood at the very furthest rock of the the bridge he had built at least that is the supposition. The fisherman was never seen again the light house was found with the doors open and windows broken .

Some say he was lured by the witch of the bay and that she needed him to be in deep water before she could capture him. She had used her song to lure him out to the sea, Others say it was an inquiring mermaid that forbidden love caused the demise of the man. Most just want to say it was a bad storm that is all. Those that say that though cannot explain a few things . The windows and doors are now boarded up because whenever they restore the windows to the building they mysteriously break in the night. There is an old ship half way along the bridge that suddenly appeared after the fisherman disappeared. It sits on a sand bar no one knows the name nor what happened to it a few suppose it could be the fisherman's ship the one he almost perished aboard. Now I stood at the the last rock where he had and I felt a draw to take the next step I felt a breeze and calmness out there the song might have been just the lapping of the waves that is what it sounded like to me and the rocks are there but I did not see any forms lurking about just some seaweed just under the surface of the water near the last rock.

I guess his love of the sea or at least his addiction to it was too great and he had to find a way of returning to it. On that note it is time for me to return to or star searching for a new slave I guess I too miss the song of my sea.

Who is the toy

A question I have been pondering for some time now. IS the submissive or slave that is the true toy. They give pleasure they serve as required by their master. They say they are there for the pleasure of the master but I have doubts if they are the toy or not.

When first we meet we have some areas of interest taht are similar but it is the master that usually asks what the slave's fantasies are, what are the slaves hard limits we cater to those needs or desires . We push limits usually in ways that we have interpreted would cause greater flight or orgasm in the slave. We give orgasm and flight and we have them play out their fantasies by serving us . So who is the toy is the slave a toy by which we reach orgasm or is the master a toy so the slave reaches their desired level of flight .

I have always enjoy the power that I supposedly have when I dom mostly I enjoy being able to force multiple orgasm from my willing slaves. Seeing their limp bodies on the table in a cold sweat wondering if they could do with just one more is most delightful. Does that make me just another form of a vibrator or dildo.

Of course these are just some thought of mine they are not the new way to think for slaves just remember how red you ass will be and how sore your nipples and the rest of you to gain those orgasms so do not think it is just fun and games after all any dildo can hurt so calling your Master a dildo might not be a good idea you might find out just how few orgasms a dildo can give you and how much pain.

I really cannot keep up. Dominant collars, bottoms, subs, slaves and now we have a boot camp that has discussions , workshops and I guess little dollies on the tables. Hmm could be the start of an old guy rant so watch out. I have always said I do not have anything to do with bottoms or subs as I do not understand their needs. The term slave well I understand them very well . The idea of a Dominant wearing a collar because they like it as a fashion statement well I do not have a lot of respect for catwalk Dominants so understanding the reason for a collar beyond me.

Now I received an announce for a Boot camp. To me tht means an intensive training for a slave to get them up to par, so bondage , flogging , sweet tortures over a two or three day period / Or it 'could mean a training given to a slave for a certain period of time. WWwwwwwwwwwwwwHen did it become a talking affair with discussions and workshops. In my day (oh oh here it comes) a slave in boot camp only got to scream no talking, they were taken to a work shop for punishment or a fitting for a new toy not sitting around listening in a workshop that was called a workshop or a how to session. What Boot Camp has a great name to it so it is a better marketing tool so more people will spend more money on what some one else's idea of the lifestyle . How about just attend a munch and ask so of the more experienced how to there is no charge and you have an across the board selection of evil minds from which to draw from. Check out the link Sunday munch group at the side sign up and go. You can ask me anything if I do not know and that is a lot of things I do not know but I can point you in the right direction.

What is that you want to attend one of my boot camps well first bring only the clothes on your back, if you wear a collar expect to be bare ass and whipped and no amount of "I am a dominant" will stop it do not expect to talk much you will use your mouth to say yes sir, to scream or grunt and to do tongue exercises. Oh if you do not want to have to run everywhere , learn how to serve and be polite when you are in pain or stressful positions , have evil tortures forces upon you or be naked in front of others we;; a boot camp is nt for you you should attend a workshop and see if you like it first.do not show up. As for you marketers a Boot camp is for on hand learning a workshop teaches by demonstration and discussion please do not confuse issues just to sell more tickets. A work shop is a workshop not a boot camp.( old guy has gone to rest now rant over)

Sex, reward , punishment ?

First I love comments that stimulate dialog. Do not get me wrong I enjoy those that agree or like my writings. I like dialog you can learn so much more about others and your self through open dialog.

First of all the question have you ever had sex with one of your slaves? I have never had intercourse with a slave for the past 27 years. The only one that came close was minion. SO does that mean that my slaves never orgasm ? No it means they orgasm a lot as my slave. I use orgasm as a torture device so both as a reward and punishment . Through denial and forced orgasm they spend much of their time away from me achieving the tasks I assign many of those have to do with orgasm. For the denial of orgasm they usually are given the task of masturbation lets say every two hours but must stop just before orgasm. This could go on for a day or a week depending how I feel. Many methods to force orgasm wearing a thong backwards while at work another is tell a slave they must masturbate frequently during a day such as achieve five orgasms in two hours . My favorite is when I will not see them for a week they must masturbate once the first day then twice the second doubling each day or increasing by a one depends how I feel. When I do see them they are a little raw , a little sore to my touch rendering them quite docile when I approach the subject of orgasm with them.

When I am with them I like to see how many orgasms I can inflict upon them but again without intercourse. Whips , paddles floggers vibrators brushes their own hands or others but no penis .

I can go further to describe my session and would be happy to but I think the question about sex as a reward I have to say yes as A punishment I have to say yes just not with my penis. I find that in a state of orgasm for my self I loose control and I do not feel that is right for any Dominant to loose control how can they be responsible for the out comings of the session or time with a slave if you are blowing your load especially if a person was in bondage and suspended with out some one else around.

Now as far as boring being with me well a witness, littleone did my slaves complain to you that they were bored or that I did not give them more time? ONe last thing I will say that before a slave enters into any form of play with me they are told the ground rules one being no intercourse with me so no one is miss lead they know exactly what they sign up for.

Now I love to talk on my sessions or my views on slaves and their treatment but I leave that for another blog . So a question to those that commented if intercourse was taken out of your relationships and replaced with only orgasm would you still enjoy your submissive lives? Another would be and forgive me for the graphic nature of the word, Is getting "fucked" an integral part of being a slave ?

Fickled mind of a sub

My how subs are . I was sent photos of a friends session. naked and suspended. A lovely sight. Now in this position there is not much you can hide from the view of others . How more exposed can you be, I thought. She said she had sex in that position and it was wonderful. so obvious question for me anyway why was she so rewarded what good deed did she do to warranted such pleasure. The answer I got was it was private. Hmm how private can a sub be after total exposure is the reason far more coveted than the act