I hate running

I hated running but I played lacrosse and there is no book that tells you how to run or build stamina like running. Just look at a marathoners face , they might be happy in what place they finish but damn it hurts after a while.

A blog by butterfly has brought this thought to the fore front for me. Through out the ages Masters have always had an apprentice. Knights had squires trades men had their helpers it was the one true way of learning the only way. Then books of learning were developed and those that taught gave knowledge but not the practical of lets say cutting a piece of wood and what it takes to make a smooth straight cut. Nor can you develop the idea of fear and courage if you do not experience it first hand as the squires did.

So now I am about to say that the purist of the lifestyle are not as knowledgeable as to the effect of some things in the lifestyle. I fully agree with butterfly and will say that anyone who wishes to be a master should experience what it is to be a sub. I feel the eyebrows raising already, but that is okay I know that there are masters and subs that will agree fully .

My arguement is if you do not know how the whip feels how can you wield it. How can you break a board with your hand if you have not punched bags and bags of sand you do not know first hand what it feels like to do that for hours. It is nice to have fantasies and have these great ideas but if you do not know the e damage of lets say isolation of a slave as punishment can cause on the mental state of the human then you should not play with it. If I tell a child that if they touch the flame it will burn they will still try. We have all played with the flame of a candle to see how close we can get before the burn sets in, which is better knowledge.

Yes I have switched many times and I do feel that I have a greater understanding of pain and why it is enjoy and service and why it is fun. I think it has greatly helped me understand the mind of a sub. That said and I can hear some subs go yes you are so right well subs it is not a one way street try being a Dom or master one day try keeping up with the needs and demands that subs put forth. Tempering sound judgment with the wild ideas of a sub of what should be possible in time and space provided. subs get the release of the days tentions by their service and play session but a Dom does not they still have the days events playing in their mind when they raise the paddle and must control the strength used.

I believe it was St Andrews day that had the knights of old change position with their squire for a day and to me that is not a bad idea to keep one's perspective.

Contact or I have no idea what you want.

I was contacted by a women yesterday interested in my profile on well you know one of those sites. She said to me that she was a slave and knew well the meaning of it. So I was interested for at first she answered the questions all right until oops, my definition of a slave vs a sub. Yes she sounds like a very good sub one that has demands on her Dom in a more vanilla way. I asked did you read my profile and what I am looking for"yes " came the reply. So you have no problem that I call you when I want not when you need. That you are just property to played with. Yes hesitation has arrived. " Well we have to talk about that' hairs are standing on my neck. I am sorry I said did you read my profile well sort of you asked for a slave. Okay after those words where I say my definition did you read that? Well I know what a slave is. Not my idea of a slave read again and think about it.

So should this be a rant on the school system that has failed in the 3 Rs. Or should it be for those that respond to profiles to be a bit more careful of what they think they know. Perhaps I should write in French I might be more understood. I think I need to re-do my profile

Just a rant >

Bunnies and carrots

Well I just want to say to have a great holiday weekend and to point out that this is another weekend that has bdsm connotations. First of all exactly where do those eggs come out of the Easter bunny any way ?Have you ever seen a bunny that has eaten those eggs? Why is it they are not chocolate carrots? And what of the Easter hare where are they ?


Last let us talk about carrots are there dominant carrots ?You know those carrots that stand out larger than reality types? Does size count in the carrot world? Is quantity important or quality.





Do carrots have specific roles do they stay in those roles while in the garden or just when it is show time on your plate? Which carrot role should you eat first? Are carrots into piercing or just into unauthorized entries?




Are carrots Doms, switches or pure subs? Do they like to be roasted or boiled? How long can you keep carrots in bondage? What is the safe amount of time you can suspend a carrot without doing damage to it's leafy parts? Should carrots be include with other vegetable in the subby Olympics ? Should you practice safe sex with carrots?



One last question how do you explain the concept of putting a man in a playboy bunny outfit without a carrot somewhere? Is he smiling maybe there is a carrot somewhere?


Well you all have a great (politically correct) holiday. OOOOps one more one more question how do bunnies change carrots into chocolate eggs anyway? Is it true that only male bunnies lay the eggs? That would account for those female bunnies giggling a lot around Easter would it not.

Hold back the demons

Having a vanilla life and a bdsm one intertwined must be fantastic to be that close to living and loving in the fashion that you desire. Commitments clearly defined, roles never change absolute joy would it not. Then there are those who cannot have such dreams on a 24/7 bases. We must battle the demon of desire and want balancing then with what must be.A question on another blog has inspired this post the question put to a couple who share a similar life as I: Why don't you just leave the vanillas you are with and be with the person you want to be with? I do not belittle the question nor the person who asked it It is a good question ,so simple in nature an easy decision is it not. In my case and theirs I would have to say no not easy at all. Not easy to have a life for 25 years then say okay I am tired of this and found what I really want. First of all is it consensual? Even though my wife knew of my desires knew of what I have done the idea was I sleep in her bed when the dawn comes. Nor would this be sane in anyway for my children to understand that Dad likes to spank slaves but never brought a hand against them. Would it be honourable to say thanks for nursing me to health and cleaning me up and have a good life see yah!I know there is one that suffers as I do for the same reasons. Honour holds us apart and a sense of duty to do less would mean that we were not honest with each other from the beginning. So is it an easy question to answer, yes. Is it easy to do , no. Not with society as it is today. I have learnt that this society believes in that saying "you can't expect to have your cake and eat it to".Always negative nothing is possible then what is acceptable to them. No reason to have cake is there? Except for the taste, that one mouthful, it will stir memories of happiness on a somber day and make reason of a cold life. So here is a simple question for those that cannot understand: Is there a difference between Demons, honour and duty?

As for my friends that have shown so much love and caring I hope it is easy for you I hope your love story can continue. I wish for you that the barriers fall and acceptance is there for you. As for the one that asked the question it was a good question just not an easy one to answer.

Beginnings of a name

Ah the seventies......




Some have ask where did you get that name from, here be the answer. In days of olde and days gone by there was a club in the ancient land of Chicago called the Green Door. The club was private and into a form of the lifestyle based on feudal times. It was not this club that interested me in the lifestyle but it is where I took the name of CLoud Darklight.

Of the many players there were areas of the club that some liked better than others. I enjoyed an area away from the light away from the stage where the pleasures that I inflicted were for myself and my slave to enjoy and few others. There were those that had more of an exhibitionist like than I they were of the light and I was of the Darklight. The name stayed with me through out the years when ever there was anything to do in my life dealing with medieval times that was the name I went by. Cloud was give to me by my girlfriends at the time seems I was a bit gloomy at times but that should be for another blog. So there it is a name.

Not a picture of the club but one of the toys I favored. I would not say that the club was truly a bdsm club just the feudal system or our concept of it lends itself nicely to the lifestyle I say with a smile. Much easier to explain that you are into historical reproductions then to explain the joys of turning someone's ass red. One must be honest but only as truthful as it takes to answer the vanilla's questions. Any questions?

Summer colds start early

Yes I am sick and grumpy and takem to my bed.
Being away from my routine I expect to see blogs from you all .
Stay well my friends

The last to leave

I worked today in a flat where water dripped and memories were tarnished. We rescued what we could. I spent time with a friend which I think was more important then what we could save. Another friend said good bye to a family member which has sadness to it no matter how brave our faces are. I came home hoping to find solace in my family and enjoy the rest of the evening laughting to rid my self of sad feelings. We were told that our youngest has decided to move out in 4 months. What can I say memories are so important, it is the only thing we can hold on to.

Tire changes waiting for summer

Spring is supposed to be filled with growth and new life. Okay where is mine. I have changed winter tires into summer ones I have done my spring cleaning and set my clock forward. Where are the fairies and eleves to do mine. I feel like a hibernating bear I have enought of fat to last a few more sleeps let me sleep. I bet they are all waiting for moringstar to open her secret garden so that they can go lounge in the sun.

I have a grunpiness about me these days that I cannot seem to dump. Of couse seeing the ground again covered in snow did not help last night. I hurt in all my joints and need a good work out alas there is no ass to beat now a days. As for walks, ba hambug I have walked around this earth at least twice now no more shoe leather will I give to the soil beneath my feet it has had enough. I am healthy enough at least as much as I am willing to do without some reward. The easter bunny just does not cut it, unless she wears a costume that when peeled off reveals a naked slave inside (she can leave the cotton tail) as my luck goes I think I would find something bear and the tail would loose impact because of all the hair! morningstar wake up those damm fairies

I have tired from winter and need summer, camps and other wild things to go on so that I might shed this shroud of winter's night from my shoulders. Talk to them PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE

Gregorian chants

They have a way about them. They bring peace and calm to me they bring me to a time when all was easy there was right and wrong no grey allowed. As promised to some here are my house rules remember they are my rules not some edict from strange creatures of the night with iron rings and carvings of black roses upon them. They are simply what I like done in my house when slave I have. This is the second posting of them seems I had a problem with html script I hope this is better

Houe rules of Darklight

All activities are to be safe, sane and consensual. The extreme of the lifestyle forces a great responsibility on all to know how far we can go with play. I expect all to govern themselves accordingly and to err on the side of safety.

Rules of Use

§ No use of the houses slave or subs without permission from Me.

§ No drugs or intoxication is allowed before play of any sort. Use of drugs and intoxication will not be tolerated. A glass of wine may be provided at the end of the evening on occasion.

§ Smokers are requested to smoke outside on the back porch. However, during cold/inclement weather, smoking will be permitted in the entranceway.

§ Like a dojo there are no shoes allowed in the house, but slippers are permitted.

§ Sexual abuse of collared slaves and subs by their respective Dom/me is permitted in any room of the home, except where the door is closed.

§ Dom/mes are requested to bring their own toys for use during a play session.

§ Gags will be used on subs/slaves during play to avoid undue concern of nearby neighbours.

§ Blood sports, including knife play, needle play, branding, piercings and severe sessions with prior arrangements and consent will be permitted.

Outdoor play or exhibition to the general public will not be allowed.

Protocol

§ All Dom/mes are to be treated with respect by slaves/subs. Which means that the etiquette shown from a child to an adult is expected at all times.

§ subs/slaves are to be treated with respect, as they are someone’s property. Respect must be shown to all in My abode.

§ All unfamiliar Dom/mes shall be addressed as Sir or Madam. Familiar Dom/mes shall be addressed by the title they are known by.

§ Masters may dress as they wish. Subs and slaves should dress as to the instructions of their Masters. Slave outfits, harnesses, and total nudity are all permitted and welcomed. All are to wear appropriate attire to and from the residence.

§ subs/slaves must ask permission from their Dom/mes to enter a room or leave it. The kitchen and hall are safe areas for subs and slaves, and can be entered by all.

§ No sub or slave is permitted on the furniture, unless ordered by their Dom/me for the purpose of display or punishment. A cushion on the floor will be provided.

§ All subs/slaves will aid the house slave in the preparation and serving of refreshments and food, as they know the tastes and requirements of their Dom/mes.

§ subs/slaves may only initiate conversation when greeting or helping a Dom/me.

§ Uncollared subs are under the protection of the house. They shall abide by the rules of the house for house slaves and subs.

§ Collared subs shall abide their Dom/me’s wishes and conform to the standards of house etiquette.

Yes I still use a hankie.

I carry two as a matter of fact. All those that say oh that is so horrible and I should use a tissue, do not understand somethings. First off if you are environmental friendly the last thing you wish to use is a tissue. It is bleach, chemically treated wood. Wood being the only good part of that combination. A hankie is cloth that is washed and reusable but more than that. It is a gesture of caring.


It is an offer to a lady in distress of comfort. I just cannot see myself offering a tissue to women in some dire upset. A piece of linen is warm and comforting it soothes like giving a hug almost. My father always had us carry two of them one for yourself and one for others. He used them to bandage a wound or stop a child's tears. He made hats for little girls and when we were young made pirates bandanas and cowboys scarfs of them. Most of my toy soldiers had at least one parachute ride with hankie and string attached. They also made excellent eye patches, I lost a lot of eyes in battle and adventure must have been close to a hundred before I was six.

Countless construction workers staved off sunstroke because of them. So for those that scrinch up their noses or go red faced too dam bad. IF you do not like it then go stay in your glass bubble and close your eyes. If a child scrapes a knee or a women sheds more than one tear and I am near by I will first offer my hankie for comfort. And yes it will be the one I keep for you not for myself.

Well I am at the moment

Sort of a time of frustration, for those of you who read lings blog Please note that she had surgery to remove her appendix and will be off line for a while. Sir Garrick has kindly let me know of the situation with out a friend in far off lands I would not have known for a while about my sub so again a big thanks to him. Now subbies and slaves ling is in trouble when she gets back you see she was complaining to everyone about a pain in her side except ME. She has a bad habit of over extending herself to the point of not caring for herself.

This goes against the trilogy of health , family and work. It also flies into he face of being the most honest to your Dom. It destroys the idea that the sub is responsible for the upkeep of the Masters property Without knowing the smallest details in a sub's life a Dom has a hard time to protect his property. Make it worst is when there is distance between you or you can not spend all the time that your slave or sub needs with them. You rely upon the subs/slave to keep you informed of health issues and their needs. I do not mean every sub/slave should whine about everything but certainly "Sir I have had a funny feeling in my side" would have been nice. Judgment is critical and open communication.

Subs/slaves have to get it into them that they are there to give 100% when Master calls whenever he calls. Inbetween the times he calls you work on keeping yourself in perfect condition so when the call comes you can give your all. Well you cannot do that if you are not well or something is wrong in your life. Masters,Doms,Tops understand the world is not perfect or at least most do. They demand what they feel can be given not the impossible and they understand health issues at times maybe more than subs/slaves do.

SO when miss ling is fully recovered we will be spending a few hours with the intruder in place writing an essay on why subs should keep their Masters informed and how to politely do it. I will also be posting for her rules on communication just for her benefit for the future. Here is a teddy for you ling I hope you are well soon. When you are, better bring a cushion with you your ass is going to be sore until you have learnt your lesson!

The rites of spring

No not those rites maybe just a ritual. A young lady who's name is Sabri comes to visit with me the first day of nice weather . She spies me in my garden and out she pops from her dad's van to chat. When she first started this it was shortly after my heart attack and subsequent surgery. The first time the question was how is your heart? Over the years she has lost the innocence of youth and has progressed to May I ask about your health? I tell her storied of the ant and the cricket and I try to portray a grouchy old man when I tell her stories she laughs and sits waiting for the next. I ask her when she is going to start driving and with a funny face will tell me I have not yet master my bike yet. She has great intierest when I pratice she wakes almost every morning early to come and watch.

A call will come for homework or supper and she will shout back asking for five more minutes.

I have started my gardens and cleaned up some what of the drive way, my hands are dirty but that is just a regular day. The smell of growth and wet ground is in the air, I know that summer is almost here because I have had my first conversation with Sabri all is good in the world.

A day of thinking I think

It is funny how the western world regards evil as something that must be vanquished. The oriental world sees it as necessary without it there is no good. Western and I include Europe in this all conclude that Dragon are evil creatures of the devil. Workers of magic in the devil's bidding. For the oriental world well they think of them as bringers of luck. Perhaps the ying and yang of this world is the Western and the oriental worlds
I have to go along with the oriental world we need both. A book called Buddhism the way of the warrior, States we must fight evil in all places we find it. Do not look for evil in the faces of the beautiful or the hideous instead first look for it in the reflection of the mirror. So if it is part of us all. I guess that means at least to me that we can't be all bad. We must constantly measure all that we do and say so that the battle will be even.

Gilbran says of good and evil:

"Of good in you I can speak ,but not of the evil. For what is evil but good tortured by it's own hunger and thirst. Verily when good is hungry it seeks food in the darkest caves and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead water.
For a house divided is not a den of thieves; but a house divided."
He goes on to say :
"You are good when you strive to give of yourself. Yet you are not evil when you seek gain for yourself"

By his statements I would have to say he does not believe in evil just good looking out for it's self. Again much more of the oriental way of thinking then the Western. I feel that balance is important when you are out of balance all goes wrong . So for me balance is a form of ying and yang we must be a little evil and a little good from time to time and just enjoy it as it is part of who I am.

Now for the reason I wrote this blog : " I just liked the pictures" I hope you enjoyed them and if not well that is my evil side just bugging you a bit.

It must be Tuesday and Tyr is around again

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Simple words , a very clear meaning, no longer there. It was once you reached down with the mouse and clicked and up it popped. Giving away the thoughts and musings of one self. Exposing one soul to the scrutiny of others. I looked forward to every new post with anticipation. morningstar's blog suggest an almost addiction to reading of blog. The withdrawal syptomns are there when one blog disappears. We normally get over it, we miss it but we move on. Sometimes we fight even though we know we cannot win.

What is it when we cannot move on. What if we click on it every morning in the hopes that it was just a local problem and it will come on soon. Most things do not affect me I like to think I am cold a man of honour. Honour many times requires you doing what is right not what you want to. This is the place I find myself now. In hell wishing I could be not so honourable willing to take what I want instead of what I should. A raider from the north I am not, I have shined my armour and sharpened my sword too often to change and that is part of the sadness I wish I could change. I am an atheist but if there be gods I shall carry my sword and axe to the grave and from it with one purpose in mind, to cause the gods the same pain that I feel. To let them know what is to be human.

I have lost to the structure of the vanilla world, to what is right and what should be. I do not wish to turn this into blog of melancholy I have had enough of that. I will leave the link for my pleasure. I will when first I open the PC click on it, above all the rest. Sitting there while it loads I will remember what I had, the strength I gained from her, the joy I had with her. Then those words will appear and the emptiness I feel with her gone from my life will take over again. Still I hope not for long, it must be a local problem.

Just the rantings of a little more empty old man or school boy talking about lost loves. Tomorrow I will be back to the warrior of honour smiling and happy with life as it is and should be, today I will revel in the one that by-passed my armour and touched my heart.

Just words

I have just finished reading a book called Five people you meet in heaven. Very interesting it goes along with my belief in the butterfly effect. That everyone affects everyone else in this existence. I do not cry or weep at movies no I am not in touch with my feminen side. However the air was quite dry while reading this book. My eyes did burn and water but that is natural for the body to try to sooth the injured parts of the body is it not? It could not be the words that transmitted such powerful images that it caused the air to be so dry?

Words like actions are often mis-understood. The interpretation is in the mind of the beholder. Depending on the mood they react in different ways. One can sing praises, write stories and tell everyone they met how great some one is. One action one word mis-interpreted and the wound from that knife will never heal. A knife is a good description of a word and action of this nature. It is concealed easily enough. Unlike a sword where you see it removed from sheath most of the time. You know you are in a sword fight the mere action of wielding a sword causes that knowledge. A knife so easily slips from beneath a cloak and into your ribs before you feel the pain. Spearing and lashing it's way to the most unprotected areas of your heart and soul or id.

I have knives and treat them with great respect for the damage they can do with so easily a stroke. They are a weapon that can be so honourable. Also being a weapon of dishonour easily used and without acknowledgements from the victim. Funny how words and actions two of the things that we use to communicate with so often provide us with the wrong interpretation all because of mood. We so often know what the person is going to say we do not read the words of what they do say.

All this rambling , because of dry air and maybe a book given to me by a friend. Thank you for reading this and to K thank you for the book. K is a letter that I miss in my email in box every day no words will ever stop that, oops dry air again.

The best laid plans

Well , a word I use often to start saying something, it was suppose to be a day of cleaning up and priming walls. Work that would allow me not to have thought. To be able to stay away from life and watch a red wall covered in white primer. A new canvas of sorts. One to get rid of a red hideous looking wall like a winters first snow that allows you not to think of the garden and what you have planted. A soothing time for me.

Puck must truly be the god that looks over me. A trickster at best he has clouded my mind. I have the paint , I have the roller and drop cloth. I have sanded all is ready but for the paint tray. Puck has hidden it away or has foreseen this day. He must have whispered in my ear months ago" you do not need this throw it out". Foolishly I listened to my god and did his bidding. Thus unwittingly causing my dilemma of this day. No paint tray, while I wanted to work and sweat to loose myself in this work I will not paint the room with a brush only. There is no Domme with whip in hand standing behind me this day and no one to fetch a tray for me.

In olde English I believe the saying was : The day of sun and shine gang off to go a glaie when plans not well made are followed this day. For those that know not the olde the newer version is "the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray" . Fitting, both are today, the sun disappears and the paint will stay in the can. Time to read if I can find my glasses, oh bother.

Ships that pass in the night

Sometimes the natural forces of life do not allow for what should have been. The excitement of finding a soul male sometimes blinds you as to what is possible and what is plausable. When ships met on the high seas, in days of old there is joy and excitment. They had had no news or contact besides the fellow shipmates. The other ship served as a quick acknowledgement that you were still alive there was still hope for your journey to end well. Then the ship sailed on and you were left with greater knowledge but with sadness that they were going in a different direction than you.

I find relations sometimes have a similar outcome. I can not stop the ship for long nor can I get off and swim to the other. Honour and duty bind me to my ship as it does to my soul mate and her ship. We have seconds to go from sheer hapiness and bliss to sadness and despair. We do not know if the other's jouney will end in safety and sucess. The future again is in the hands of our duties and honour and circumstance. What we had will have to the base of fantasies in the hope that next time we will be on the same ship heading in the same direction sharing the same duties and honour.

Fare thee well my minion.

Worthiness or worry

We all do it. Lifestylers and vanillas, Dom/mes and subs, Masters and slaves worry it they are worthy. They think about the loss of love if it should occur how can they survive? They think of what will they do without that special person in their life. They say what if tomorrow I am not there for them what will they do how will they survive. We as a race worry to much on "what ifs" it is a pet peeve of mine. I fight against it I try not to do it but it happens. Then all the thoughts you did not want to think of rushes forth producing guilt in you. You question your worthiness to the world let alone those that need and love you.

How do I cope? Well the butterfly affect. I have written about it many times in my blog and others . The effect that the flap of a butterfly's wing has on weather around the globe. We are all butterflies. To sit on a branch and not flap a wing, to hold our wings so tight that there is no motion is wrong. The no motion still affects the weather for the lack of the flap. The flowers are affect with no visits from the butterfly and yes the birds suffer with the loss of a food item. I try to be a butterfly in an erratic flight pattern. Touching everything and will till the birds are successful or the strength finally goes

After my visit to the Doc's yesterday I was given new challenges to overcome. At least that is what I call them today yesterday they were oh hell with butterflies where is that polar bear. I fought to get out of bed as the what ifs started to form. Until I read a blog I have been following for while,. I will not get gushy or mushy or go into details or say who. I just want to say thanks for the gentle push of your wings you see you do have worth and purpose keep smiling.

Tuesday

Some countries or people have superstitions one is not to start a journey or project on a Tuesday it is suppose to end in bad lick. Tyr the god, whose name is used for Tuesday, probably would not agree. Yes he lost his hand in the mouth of a wolf but it was not a journey nor a project. In a way it was forced upon him. The wolf one that would devour the sun had to be bound since it could not be killed, to stop it from having it's sunny treat. So magical ribbons were made and the wolf was told it was to decorate him. The wolf being cunning thought it was a trap so he said he would allow it a god would put his hand in the wolf's mouth. Tyr did knowing that the wolf would bite it off when it realized it was a trap.

Tyr would not have change his thinking if it was Tuesday or the 13 th., or a black cat walked across his path. He knew it had to be done to make it better for all. One of the gods I have some respect for a quality that all supposed gods and leaders should have in my opinion. Most leaders and gods do not. So I am hoping that the next leader of the Liberal party is missing a hand just so we know where he or she stands. Imagine knowing what some one stands for before being elected. Was that a lighting bolt!

Melancholy Mondays just rambling that is all

I did not have a good week health wise. I dislike being or feeling weak or snowing weakness. This week I was a wishy Dom. I gave answers and made decisions on what I could loose. That is not honourable in anyway. I made a decision not to allow minion to wall climb. I know that I cannot climb up and get her if she is in trouble. So the easy way out is to say no. Poor decision CLoud. I have corrected it today. I want to control strong beings if I cause some one to fail a challenge without trying then what am I in control of.

March is a bad month for me memories of friends long since gone return around this time. One especially he was a dear friend a few years older than I. will not go through reasons why he was just that he was. He went down to the marines and was shipped over to Vietnam in the late sixties. His body has never returned nor been found. Is this a reason for melancholy ? No it was an honourable death the way he would have like to go. I can hear his voice I no longer remember what his face was like that makes me sad.

Sitting at the munch, I looked down the table and saw the faces of new people. They were young and questioning and full of life. I remembered an old friend name of Captain,. He was one of the first that I had sat with at the munch. We were both switches and traded great stories, mostly from him to me. His face was not there and has not been for a while. I hope I can remember his face in years to come. I realize that I was the new face not long ago and now I have moved down the table to replace those that have left the table.

Last night as I sat there, I felt eyes looking at me, well not me at my arm. It was twitching, a condition I call the shakes, I saw sympathy in their eyes. A feeling that I do not enjoy is the idea of weakness in me. No matter what words I think of that is the word I loathe the most. Weakness. Not in others that is okay others can be sick or not up to the day they are human, but not me, I bounce back or so I think.

This morning I did not wake early my legs decided to pretend they were anchors. I was comfortable and so what if this day the world gets a jump on me what does it matter. I then remember the look in minion's eyes one of worry and concern. Well enough melancholy. There is armor to wear and battles yet to be fought I have slept this morning and that is enough. I am not yet ready to face a Polar bear but I am ready to face the next challenge. After all what monument would I have after a battle with a bear. Except, some dung on the ice and a bear picking it's teeth with a sword.

I am tagged

Recently Masters pet and Master tagged me with the challenge of writing Haiku. I seldom play tag , but this time it was interesting. Haiku writing poetry that does not rhyme but has rules and structure, sounds like a bdsm lifestyle to me, so I sent minion in search of the rules. minion came back with this explanation to me.

Three lines 17 syllables maximum, no rhyming no metaphor's. The first two lines are different but relate to the last line . First line has 5 syllables the second 7 and the last 5. Of course the 5-7-5 rule had to be followed as it was a pure form. A side note Master Haiku who was famous did it in 3 lines 9 syllables. My minion came up with the comparison of the days of the beatniks in smoke fill coffee houses reciting words that had no rhyme and little structure. My mind wandered to a Dojo in Japan , smoke fill of course, with samurai in sun glasses listening to a solitary drum beat and words by Master Haiku.

I digressed, writing words that do not rhyme, follow a structure and have to mean something at the end is not easy. First of all you have to count syllable which for me meant clicking my fingers for minion it was clapping. I will not say what sweet words I spoke but will post my Haiku:

To Master and his pet my Haiku

In Darklight we thought
minion heard what I spoke of
Master Haiku cries

Now to translate picture a Master of violin listening to a 5 year old child play a screeching note for the first time while the boys friend sits in adoration of the symphony that his friend is performing. Great thanks for the hours of torture that minion went through listening to me and this was torture no pain slave could take for long yet she sat listening smiling. Yes it was sort of fun drifting back into the fifties and sixties, sitting listening to words and drinking coffee again, of course I was not very old as a matter of fact I will not admit to even being in a coffee house, okay morningstar stop smiling

Now for tag well: Morningstar and Sir I have not played tagged in a long while with friends so you are tagged and minion why should you not have the opportunity of writing haiku and yes I will listen to your sweet voice minion as long as there is coffee involved.

What happens if

My friend Sir has under gone surgery today and I wait for news. It is simple surgery by the doctors thoughts but for us mere mortals it brings on many fears. We play the what if game. Dom/mes realize the responsibilities the what if game . How disruptive this can be to most people but a for a sub /slave they have no world left no purpose no one to make the decision for them. If we do not talk about it I think some would sit and wait until the lack of water or food would allow them to join their Masters. Sir being one of my best friends has always come forth when I have gone into surgery and gave me the confidence that he would make sure all was right with my sub/slave family and friends.

Thought always understood last night was the first time I was asked the same question I have asked of him many times. It was an very strange feeling. So to the Dom/mes that are out there I would suggest that you do play the what if game no matter how much your sub does not want to. After all you have a will for most of your chattel might as well make sure the one that gave you the greatest of pleasure is taken care of in the best of ways.

Saving a life does it change things

Yes I saved a butterfly and it did not rain in Africa that day is it my fault?

It is a nice idea that there is a cause and effect in life but is it true. How much affect on things do we have when we save some thing about to leave this plane. Do we alter the life cycle so drastically that by saving the butterfly I will be responsible for the death of millions. Have I just allowed another dictator rise because he did not die as a child in a flood. Do we only cause evil to arise is there no good that ever comes of it?

Well in one way if I believe that if you save a life you are now responsible for its actions. So if I save someone and they lead the world into peace that is a good thing. What if by doing that we do not develop weapons for space we then are attacked and destroyed by Pink gerbals from space(little green men are so passe) did I do good or not? So should we help no one for fear if we do we will end mankind. So much for the little old lady crossing the street. I have always stretched out my hand and will again if I see some one who needs my help. I hope the help stirs them to greatness that we can all live happily in.

Back to that butterfly if after I left, it flew off into a waiting birds beak then so be it got more time than it would have in the ocean. However, if it survived and had children it might recount one day of this crazy human that swam out and saved a butterfly. The story will be passed on and on. It will change from one to thousands the hero will be bigger and stronger and I will be in some small way will be remembered. So if the butterfly out lives the human would it not be nice to live on and be a hero to some one, like a butterfly and those butterflies that came afterwards?

Hostess

My minion did great . Simple words I know but they fit my minion and her performance last night. she moved effortlessly through the evening. My supper was ready at 6 my clothes were taken out and placed for me . The desert was fantastic and the first social party held at my place was to my mind a success. she made me very happy and although this is short in words my feelings for her are not so to my slave minion thank you for your servitude

Conflicts

An interesting blog by morningstar. I do not believe in equality for all., that is it does not depend on what sex you are religion or race. For me is soley depends on ability. Should every one be paid the same no they should be paid on what they produce. Should all receive an education. No they should not only those that work hard and show they are willing to do what it takes should .

I suffer through the years or racial and sexual revolutions. When being a male and white put you at the bottom of the list. I could not believe people were hired because of what they were of course this was a practice set in stone for hundreds of years it was just the first time it was directed at me. I hate the idea of children that cannot and will not work for what they want they seem to think it is there right to go to school and when it is evident that they are not good in what they choose they switch off to arts.

So lets talk about rights who gave anybody rights ? We did not have right when we came down from the trees. The cow did not say oh humans yes they have the right to do what they want. No one gave us the right to build cities or change rivers . We took it we fought we killed we conquered. No rights involved the nature police did not show and say okay monkeys move over man has right of way.

So in my opinion the only thing that has rights is the individual not Man not Woman not black white Christian Jew or any other definition that sets a group of individuals apart. Just each one of us and each one of us has only one right to try, nothing more or less that is our choice.
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So in my books prove your self by putting in the work and I will either lead you or follow you why because you try to be the best follower or try to be the best leader. The only way your prove this to me is by giving it to me or by taking it from me. Not because you say so .

The ideal novel and relation shown in it is the Beauty series where princes and princess are the whores and slaves they must prove themselves as followers and as leaders they must find what truly is in their id , in their heart or their soul. That is what I think actions are more important than who or what we are.

"we now return this post back to the fun of spankings, bondage and sweet tortures evidently lacking in the previous words" well at least I think the next post will be on those things!

Sitting on a rock

I love to go and find a large rock in the middle of a stream with the sun pouring down on it. Many years ago I would go camping up to Algonquin park and find such a rock. After ridding myself of clothes I would plunge in and swim out to it. Climbing up upon it I would first survey the land and then lay back to soak in the rays of the sun.

All matters of consequence were pondered and decisions were made. Then I would drift off in to a state of feeling like a God. After watching the water hit the rock I could predict how leaves floating in the water would be affected by the presence of the rock. It was like sitting on a fence watching two neighbors fight I knew the right answer I was god on a rock. It is easy when you are a god you know everything.

When it is time to leave I did not feel so god like after a few hours of sunning that water was cold I did not care that I had the answers that would save the world and cure all ailments. I just wanted to get to shore and wrap myself up in a towel. Moral of my story it is easy to sit on high and judge what others do by the ideal conditions you see but when you are freezing with the rest of us all you want is a bit of acceptance and warmth.

What is and what is to be based on what has been

Over the weekend a young boy became a man. I am not of his religion but he wanted me to stand with him as he cross a threshold. So I did as the chants when on I thought back to times past and wondered how he would face the demands of society. Will he take a wife, what work will he do, should he continue his education. They were the questions I faced when I left high school. I think now his questions will be greater in number than mine were. Now working without an education very hard to get anywhere. A wife is another decision female or male or bi. Worse if you get into the lifestyle with switches involved too. The fears of making a wrong decision. I do not wish to change places with the young man. Now I have never re-thought any of my decisions. I did my best for the time and knowledge I had.

I read another Dom's post where he wished to turn back time , would that not be fun! It seems that the jewels of what we sought for were always there we just did not see them. A young mans eyes darts to see everything and perhaps we are blinded but all things that we do not see the special ones. Only when we are older and the vision is not as sharp do the jewels out shine the background light. So the question that I have for those that wish to turn back time is would we not just miss the jewels of fantasies a second time?

I might not have found the fantasies of my youth but I am very happy with jewels that I did find. Would I change anything well we all say if I could go back with the knowledge that I have now. I think with that knowledge when I was 18 I would have been arrested by the age of 20. The main reason I do not wish to is I would not be me anymore I would then be just a fantasy.

A question has arose

What stimulates a response. On a web site I belong to a question was thrown out to the group on how males respond to ads by subs. The general consensus was that there are jerks posing as Doms that they answer ads with lack of etiquette and with vulgarity. I have already posted about guys and their idea of pictures that entice so I will not touch that subject again and women can be guilty of this also, I have seen enough lips and large mammaries to suffice.

In my response to the question I said we should not give advice to these males as they use it not to better themselves but to use as a tool to get farther into their objective a women's pants. I have to say that the male of the species can glandular over load and not really think with it's brain when it comes to the female sex. I will say that ladies can help themselves by not being as up front with some pictures and fantasies instead being a little coy is intriguing to me as a Dom at least. I prefer a voice in the dark where a spark is set then exploration is demanded by my interest. I feel that those that display everything in the first two lines of an ad much like the feasts of turkey. I eat of it twice a year I look forward to it I delight in its presentation and taste and I am happy to see the last of it go into the garbage and do not think of it again until the next feast.

The ladies that have been my subs are intelligent, strong women. They might be submissive but they are not crap to be stepped upon. Their ads were intellectual and no pics were displayed. I am involve with minion right now who if you have the pleasure of seeing her would say she is a slave never refuses a wish let alone a command. she has great strength for what life has given her. she had no pics up and conversation started with questions not what she was willing to do for any man but questions on what I thought about things. Yes this will provoke the cry of freedom of speach and women's right s and yes you do have them and I will defend them in a purist world how ever this is a real world with all types of personalities both human, monster and undeveloped child in a mans body. Like in nature flowers put out scents and colours to attract certain types of bugs and animals. They still get their fair share of pests but they get a majority of the right ones wanting to drink their nectar. SO advice form me well keep the flower closed until you are sure about the type of bug you are letting in .

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.

When honor is given to title

I have very honourable friends in both my vanilla and bdsm relations. Yet more and more I come across Dom/mes that either have no understanding of what a Dom/me is or should be. Friendship trust and slavery are all gifts to me a slave or sub I expect to make a mistake now and then. To push limits or try to manipulate a situation. I expect a friend not to nor to break a trust . A Dom/me after I have extended a trust to, a friendship to, and accepted a kindred bond with to break with the honour I thought she poscessed I do not understand. I have the same feeling of amazement and shock as when as a child was told that Santa does not exist. If I had of seen a man in a red suit in my house at 2 am I would have accepted him as Santa and gone back to bed but now I think I would have to question him a bit more.
Get your act together you have no right to emotions that cause a revenge thinking against a vanilla friend by using a bdsm setting. If you cannot handle a vanilla friend being involve in a bdsm relation then choose to keep it vanilla or bdsm and not use it to manipulate arguments and punish for the wrong reason.

A rant no a statement yes : get rid of your emotions and you will be a better Dom/me.

Falling off a stationary bike.

Well yes it was like that you think that on a stationary bike you don't have to be careful because you are not going anywhere well that changes quickly. My wish to encounter a true slave has been fulfilled. No limits no safe word and extremely submissive. Now what is the problem? It is easy to bring someone close to their limits to push them a little but how do you push no limits where is the guide line the smack that tells that is far enough. One of my first goals for her would be to accept the idea that no is a good word sometimes. The trust that she placed in me is very high and I will enjoy her but we will take it slowly she is a very special women that loves being a slave. she must realize that the special women comes before the slave. In time she will learn for now she pleases me very much.
ling has gone through a very rough time in her life, not having her Dom close at hand did not help and she has many questions. Again her Dom cannot help she must make decisions that are good for herself and not worry about pleasing her Dom but in pleasing her desires and needs. I believe she has the strength and the intelligence to make the right decision for her. I await her thoughts on this. ling is an excellent sub and any Dom would be done well by her.

Wet nipples

I had a most enjoyable evening last night at my friends dungeon. I had a new slave ,k who I put through a very light play session . To my surprise after she had a nice pink ass from my paddle she began to leak. I started t play with her nipples and low and behold liquid. A first time experience for me and k said it was for her too. For the rest of the evening I could not resist torturing those sensitive little buds to bring forth more liquid. She was wet in all the right places. k has a very cute body with breasts just enough for my hand. A very submissive girl. Nice ass and very shy. I took great pleasure in exposing her for the entire night. It is a state that she should be in all the time naked to the world so that all can appreciate her glow. As far a service very prompt and learns quickly, she knows her positions well and takes commands quickly. I look forward to our next meeting .

I wanted to bag her and bring her home last night but I must take my time. One last thing she has a great tongue and does her sex proud. k if you are blushing right now it should not be for embarrassment it should be a glow because you did so well. Smile my pet

The process or the hunt

How do we decide on new applications. Do they fit the needs. On paper almost everyone does they all love pain they are very good servants they are excellent subs , in their eyes. Then there is emails, chats and conversation . A coffee meeting where both of you prim your selves so the other see the perfect model of yourself not the one they are really getting 99% of the time. What do we know after that how pretty a face how they dress how they smile but who they are no . Only after meeting a person and putting them in some sort of a session do you see them react to stimuli and then you see the real slave sub or bottom.

A benevolent species we are

I was reading a science magazine and they were explaining ho black whole or super massive black wholes become that size. The scientist who are mostly peacenics at least I always picture them as this. In most Hollywood films is it not the scientist that points out the monster was awoken by our use of the bomb or our pollution at least in the old ones that is. Getting back on track, in this magazine I notice the words used , destroyed, eaten, the devastation, obliteration what wonderful words if you are a general some where. Do we have to say that when two black whole come together that one eats the other , perhaps a more gentle approach perhaps we could say that in the middle of copulation they reverted to a 69 position to complete the act. So this was just a quick break for those of you that have said I have not been writing enough one last question for my friend morningstar in that book you were reading , Market place or something like that, what was wrong with his penis or was it just a black whole?

A session

I was asked what my perfect session would be well here it is ling well today's version as it would change for each sub and circumstances. Okay lets call this a generic session:

Upon arrival you would be greeted but a person unknown to you, your instructions would be to enter strip and place the cuffs and chains on your wrists and ankles. This is done so that you are uneasy and have to force yourself to obey. You would be lead into a room in the middle of the room would be 2 chairs. A strong light above it and to the side of it a table placed to the other side would have a selection of toys and devices. You would be positioned on the chairs they would allow me to pass between your legs without much discomfort for me. You would silent for the whole session except for the grunt and little cries of excitement and pain.


I would use a flash light to examine your body. I would pull your ass cheeks apart and explore your anus with at first one finger then as many as would fit. Once loosen up a bit I would use a medical device to open it even large to make sure that you had followed instructions and you were clean inside. After I was satisfied I would do the same for you cun. The area would be thoroughly check and I would roughly finger and pull at your clit to see how you react a few smacks on your pussy with a wooden spoon then I would bring you down from the chairs.

hands on head standing infront of me I would examine you tits for weight texture elasticity then those nipple of your yours. At first a gentle touch then tweaking pinching and shackles from the spoon. I would pull and bite on them only stopping when the whimpering from you reached sufficient level. Attaching nipple clamps with chains hanging from them. The chains would be attached to your ankle cuffs forcing you into a half bent over position.
Taking a small stingy paddle I would start with your ass first slowly light slaps then strong then my favorite. I deliver as many smack as I can in 10 seconds I have been told it is like a swarm of bees all in one area then I would relax for a few seconds then again for 10 seconds this would continue for a minimum of 15 minutes. You will try to squirm and dance away from the paddle which means the clamps would bite into your nipple more. Should through your force of wish to escape from the blows a clamp should fall off then I would replace it with 2 on each nipple and move from the small paddle to a oak stick. Taking time to play a bit with the pussy and ass always back to the speed paddling.

Released from the position you would be allowed to sit after I inserted two vibrators on in your ass and the other in your pussy on one chair. Clamps with chains attached to you lips then attached to your inner knees and ankles attached to the chair. Hands tied back to the chair so they remain above your head I would start to work on your tits and thighs pinching and slapping. Removing the clamps quickly so that you feel he rush of blood and pain to your nipples I would milk you nipple like a good farmer pinch and pulling to make sure there was no milk left. Then applying the paddle to your nipple and tits with the same speed delivering as many smacks as possible in 10 seconds as possible. Inbetween the speed paddles I would turn on the vibrators then off for more paddles. This would be for at least the first hour till you had begged enough then I would let you sit in your sweat and juices for a little while to relax a bit. Part two later, are you squirming ling?

Words Presence and Distance

Yes I am an imposing figure. I was working in a group of store upon entry of the Laval store the shoe Manager told his store Manager that if I replaced her one day as I came in by the front door he would leave by the back door. Another employee asked my assistant if I opened my mouth do you see a light bulb go on, that was translated from French meaning that I was as cold as a fridge. Needless to say I produce fear in people yes little old me merely when they first see me. My assistant in the late seventies peed her pants when I gave her a dressing down she told me later. So people fearing me because of presence has always been there I understand that.

I come with some experience in the lifestyle my first was when I was very young then after the age of 25 I went into remission you could say until I was about 40 they the passion started to re-emerge. When I write my spelling might not be there but the information I have been told is well thought out and based on experience and meditation. When I want to I can wrote very well that is when I take my time. So I understand respect for my words.

Long distant relations I do not understand. I have a sub far away she awaits my tasks she does her best to complete them, she accepts punishment willing and loves to serve. I have been training her for past little while she is very submissive and loves to be trained. I see that she is lacking in one area , presence mine. This is all fine to give orders and wait for reports and if I was a general somewhere watching troop movements that might be fine. Subs, I do not mean the kind that go underwater, need a presence they need a hand with flesh on it not paper or electronic pixels. The best I can think of doing since travel is out of the question for me right now is to arrange plays sessions with one of her friends in the lifestyle. What will come of this hopefully at first some satisfaction for my sub ling and to an extent for me also. What will happen in the future ling will soon desire a Dom/me in person. A sub of any experience will tell you that having a Dom/me being able to show up at a moments notice heightens the experience a hundred fold. A dilemma? I do not think so merely growth of an individual is that day here yet also I do not think so. Is it something we must think about it is always wise to ponder before being force to action .

Punishment or not

SO is it the error of the sub. Mine has a PC that does not want to work so should I punish the sub for not taking care of her PC or do I just say it was not her fault. she has gone out of her way to communicate with me during this time so I guess I have to cut her some slack god I am a nice Dom. When you are back up I expect answers to all the questions that you have not answered yet but I will be patient for now.

Healing

Healing is a feeling that I enjoy almost makes being sick a good thing. The bones crack and grind as they are used to sedimentary life over the past couple of days. The muscles strain at the days activities that were the norm but a week ago. Like walking in slow motion it allows me to focus more on the every day things some that are so matter of fact the we do not know we are doing them. Seeing a sunrise after a storm sort of thing. Just to let the world know that I am back not totally but soon give me a chance to enjoy the small things for a day or two then I will be back.

Not a good start

I have started the year on a bad foot. During the summer I felt great I went to camp and felt I could lay waste to any castle and horde of Vikings. Six months later the body is not at all willing and my soul is befuddled. I had to leave a very nice get together yesterday of friends because my body gave out . It was for a short period of time but it is a vision that might become more the norm. I must say that I still had fun though today I am wasted no not to drink or over indulgence but to the age of things. That said I had a wonderful time meeting old friends from the lifestyle and seeing a what I think of as a young sub and her master. It was so refreshing to see the interaction between the two for me it brought new life to old bones. Memories of my first time sprung up and a contentment to see others enjoying what once I sought and found .

The evening was great to Sir and morningstar you as always provide all with a very special night and I thank you for it. I also had the opportunity to bug a few Dommes on New years resolutions, I do love to put others on the spot. So that I can properly recover I will resting a lot this week so to ling I might not be on very often this week you have the flu and in laws to deal with so get rid of both complications and I will try to answer your emails of course does not let you off the hook for any tasks it just means that I will punish you all at the same time for misdeeds or reward you for being good.

Till then thank you all for the enjoyment.

A day

It is a day nothing more. It has a sunrise and a sunset. It has all the struggles of any other day why is this so different? We have parties because it is a new day so that we may remember the old and plan for the new. A quaint concept but we do that every day we open our eyes to greet the world it is not different it is the same. As for remembering the old I see the old in the mirror I need not a day to remember it too. If we need a reason to party the timing is poor it is in the latter months of winter where we really need to party that is when the gloom gets to most individuals.

SO it must be this thing to start a new this is the designated jump off date to go on diets and stop our vices to wipe the slate clean and to start fresh. Again I do grasp the concept of wiping the slate clean, I have put a lot of years and pain to get the slate that dirty why should I try to wash away those things that are part of me whether I like them or not. They make me what I am. Diets well if you need a date to push you to get healthy then give up now you are not committed you have not made the decision you will fail.

Now the question of the vices. One should do most things in moderation but vices hmmm a vice in moderation just does not seem right. Vices should be explored to their maximum. Vices are what most of us seek few will admit to yet all enjoy them. Just to make the rest of the world feel good we take some time to repent and we are contrite when caught doing what pleases us. So again why do we have such celebration on New Years eve just so we can repent on New years day? I would at this moment and for ironies sake say what my resolution is for this year but I have already kept it from last year and many years before. That is : I like my vices and will continue to do them till I cannot any more . Then when I lay in my bed waiting for the last dawn I will have wonderful memories to bring with me into the light. Happy New Year to all and best of luck with those vices oh I mean resolutions.