Strange

I have received a few posts and several emails on my last post. It is funny that the comments were not on the latest domination techniques, protocols, floggers or paddles. On emotions and worst what I consider to be vanilla emotions.

So lets explore more. I was asked by a few subs to tell them about myself so that they could get to know the real me. For me this complicates a lifestyle relation. What rules do you apply in what situations? Not only that what if my vanilla life does not fit or allow for my submissive to get to know me. I am sure that the slaves of old did not get to know their Owners. They did not ask if they cried at the movies or if they were in touch with their feminine side. slaves were owned , chattel they served who they were told to serve. I guess that this is the words I have looked for to define the difference between a sub and a slave. subs need emotional ties some one to say that they are needed and tell them they are good . slaves need a Master one that uses them as he needs through their desires but without the emotions of today more the absence of emotions that human needs. the emotions given to a prized horse or other chattel. I do not think a sub is less just they enjoy a different type of relationship.

Now before your emotions get the best of you remember this is my opinion only do not attack your poor Dominants in the middle of night with tears in your eyes thinking that every dominant in the world is a cold bastard. To show you that I am not so cold heated as I portray myself to be. I believe that if a slave and Master can spend enough time together not strictly in the lifestyle then emotions must develop if only through everyday interaction.

Now for my south African friend the questions you ask me. I do not cry at the movies unless the hero dies a glorious death in the completion of an insurmountable task or gives his life for others. I have eaten Bambi, his mother and father. Yes I did hunt but have decided that freezing my ass off just the chance of eating venison is just not worth it. I totally enjoy how subs react to being humiliated. I love naked women as you can see in my blog. I prefer them in the outdoors and definitely in a submissive pose. I love the game of truth and dare, strip poke comes in second. The most amount of fun I have is to have her do the one thing she hate the most such as have her anus played with or put in a position to expose what she desperately wishes to hid. I total enjoy a women that can be a total slave in the lifestyle and a total human in the vanilla as long as the two can stay separated. The last question Wolverine it is all about strength , honour and swords. I just like swords and daggers what can I say oh he is a Canadian did you now that?


Again this is my opinion and beliefs I would love to hear about yours knowledge it a great resource when it is shared.

Do all slaves want emotiion from their Doms.

First off I am glad to see you made it home okay milla.

The title was a comment from milla on my last blog. I would say that most subs have desire for emotion from their Doms. It is that I have do not wish it. I do not want to be part of their vanilla lives I have my own vanilla life to lead with all it's complications. I do not wish to take on another's. I like to remain closed and not open myself up. When I negotiate I state this very firmly and where I have made mistakes is when I try to open myself up. Could be my age and I am feeling more father like caring more about well being than their desires. I do know that I have trouble showing any emotion to my family. It is just not in me to do.

So this Dom seeks only chattel. If a 24/7 situation would present it self to me I would only accept it under lifestyle rules and that would exclude her vanilla life connections . Not that I would refuse her right to them just that I would not include myself in them. The only emotion I would need to worry on would be appreciation for being a good slave.

This is not a statement of what all Doms should be or what all subs should expect. It is a statement to remind myself of my wishes and desires. The other thing it does for me is define more of a difference between sub and slave.

Some of my friends will say that I keep emotions buried deep inside others will say that I am just a cold hearted bastard. Well each will have reasons for their thoughts I need not analyze them merely accept them as their opinions. As for finding the perfect slave I am sure their is one out there that has similar desires and since it is my birthday I will keep wishing for one as I blow out the candles.

ps for the romantics out there, a very happy Valentines.

A long time of thought

As a dom I have prided myself on being able to decipher the words of a slave. Communication was an utmost priority to understand the desires of a slave. I felt that if I did not make the desires come to life then what did they need of me. they could find others more viral and better looking. So what did my slaves get that keep them close to me besides my attention.

The first thing I offer is a forum for them to speak in directly to me with nothing taboo. I found such an exchanged of ideas when they know they can speak of anything with me pushed limits quicker and gave better understanding.

I gave consistency they knew when the play times were how punishment was given out they wre told of rules and if they broke them they would have an opportunity to explain why. That did not stop the punishment but some times altered its intensity.

During their enslavement they always had a goal to imporve their bodies or their minds or a bit of both. I have always felt that when a slave left me they were better for the experience.

The one thing I never offered was emotion. They were slaves they were there to live out their desires and I was there to provide the tool to do so. Yes they served me to achieve their goals not to be my slave but for them to be a slave . Keeping my emotions in check allowed me the coldness that they sought. The error I have made was offering emotions when I could not deliver on the emotional side. In future, slaves will be used and treated in the manner that helps them reach as close as possible to their desires. However the emotional side will not be offered to them.

Chattel they wish to be chattel they will be.

relationships , choices and decisions

I had thought for a while to stop web sites and blogging, answering questions and starting discussions. why well minion and I tried a second time and all did not go well.we both have vanilla lives dependent upon us being there . We had children and developed relations before we met. Our vanilla lives have reduce our lifestyle into nothing as we realized we could not give the other the time or complete the needs of each.

Not because of incomparability no it was due to the vanilla commitments and some inner demons that we both share. Had this been 30 years ago I would say that minion and I would be growing old together right now be running boot camps for submissives enjoying the D/s relations we had established. This was just not meant to be or not yet any way . This was a relations not failed just that would not happen in the way we wanted, so it was better not to taste something we cannot enjoy to the level we wanted.

I would highly recommend that if you are in the lifestyle marry the lifestyle not vanilla the more vanilla in your life the greater chance of your enjoyment of the lifestyle being torn apart by the need s of the vanilla in your life. It would have been so much easier to be in the lifestyle coping with the demands of the vanilla world then living with the bonds of the vanilla world watching your dreams and desires leave you behind

I have no intentions of leaving the lifestyle nor the vanilla relations. I would like to find a slave with the perfect needs that fit mine and will continue to look for her I would say this to all that struggle now and in the future for me the good times I had in both worlds was and is worth it , just can be a bit draining have your cake and eating it too.

A most submissive position

I enjoy finding positions of ladies in distress this on I found to be excellent for a slave it hides everything yet she is naked. If she moves well then all will be exposed what a catch 22 naked but covered. Perhaps a squirt of water would relieve the quandary.

slave

slave (slāv)
n.

1. One bound in servitude as the property of a person or household.
2. One who is abjectly subservient to a specified person or influence: "I was still the slave of education and prejudice" (Edward Gibbon).
3. One who works extremely hard.
4. A machine or component controlled by another machine or component.

The word and its definition seems so simple it is so sweet. To me when it is used it means only one thing some one or some thing controls that which is called slave. It is under this very simple form that I have always searched . Subs are too complicated with what can be do and what they will do. Their limits change because of their desires and they tend to try to influence judgment , did I say tend. They do influence judgment. A favorite saying I heard many years ago was from a young lady who consider herself a slut and would please anyone for her Master until some one she did not have a taste for, turned to her master and said "this is a hard limit" then she found herself to be ill and had to leave the party. As the couple walked down the walkway you would hear her berating her husband/dom for even thinking she would service that guy. That was some one under control of another was it not.

Bottoms I can understand the most they are out to satisfy their needs through a fantasy that they have conceived they tend to write them so all goes along a certain way. When it is over well bring back the P's and Q's of the vanilla world and do not ask for a coffee in the morning.
I understand them don't really want them.

No slaves are easy they do what they are told they exist to please maybe not with their hearts but for the love of duty and that their fantasy of no control and no option fits their needs 100%. That is what I like!

Interesting the different names that there are for slave in the world. Have fun and pick out your favorite

slave1 [sleiv] noun

a person who works for a master to whom he belongs
Example: In the nineteenth century many Africans were sold as slaves in the United States.

Arabic: عَبْد Chinese (Simplified): 奴隶 Chinese (Traditional): 奴隸 Czech: otrok, -yně Danish: slave Dutch: slaaf Estonian: ori Finnish: orja French: esclave German: der Sklave, die Sklavin Greek: σκλάβος,δούλος Hungarian: rabszolga Icelandic: þræll Indonesian: budak Italian: schiavo	Japanese: 奴隷 Korean: 노예 Latvian: vergs Lithuanian: vergas Norwegian: slave, trell Polish: niewolnik Portuguese (Brazil): escravo Portuguese (Portugal): escravo Romanian: sclav Russian: раб, невольник Slovak: otrok, -kyňa Slovenian: suženj Spanish: esclavo Swedish: slav, träl Turkish: köle

slave2 [sleiv] noun
a person who works very hard for someone else
Example: He has a slave who types his letters and organizes his life for him.

Arabic: كادِح، شَخْص يَعْمَل عن غَيْرِه عملا شاقّا Chinese (Simplified): 苦工 Chinese (Traditional): 苦工 Czech: otrok Danish: slave Dutch: slaaf Estonian: ori Finnish: orja French: esclave German: der Sklave, die Sklavin Greek: υποτακτικός Hungarian: "rabszolga" Icelandic: vinnuþræll Indonesian: pekerja keras Italian: schiavo

Japanese: 献身的に働く人 Korean: (남을 위해) 뼈빠지게 일하는 사람 Latvian: vergs Lithuanian: vergas Norwegian: arbeidsslave Polish: najemnik, niewolnik Portuguese (Brazil): escravo Portuguese (Portugal): escravo Romanian: sclav Russian: раб Slovak: otrok Slovenian: suženj Spanish: esclavo Swedish: slav Turkish: köle gibi çalışan

reflection

I have been on an in forced vacation from the lifestyle and have had time to ponder a few things. The first is time as many know I am retired and should have all sorts of free time. I do to it would seem that I have just switched to being detail oriented to fill my time up and I do not mean in a good way. I mean nit picking such as forks turned a certain way when they are put away or towels folded in a certain manner. I like things to be tidy but not to this level and when living with adult offspring they tend to retain many of their bad habits. This was not me ask my close friends and they will tell you I go with the flow i am not anal except when playing with a slave.

As for sessions since my sub needs some time to herself I realize how much planning went into sessions. I used to bring my toys and have a vague idea of what I wanted to cover that session. Now all of a sudden I no longer have a point form of what I wanted to do by a point by point description of what had to be accomplished in the session. SO where did all the fun go well down the toilet I would say.

I believe I have been swept up in the expectations of what I think others feel I should do. That is not good fora Dom is it? What am I going to do well first get back to being me . A Little wild , a whole lot less structured. And of course a serious dose of attitude. I will get back to my standards and just leave them alone.

So close yet so far away

I wonder I have noticed on the websites that lend themselves to the lifestyle and getting together, the people that you want to meet or chat with always seem to be in another city or province. The ones who's definitions and words match yours the perfect slave or sub always seems to live so far away. The one in the same situation as you beliefs seems to speak another language. I wonder is the same for those of you that do not live in Montreal .

How many times have I been in a chat room and start having very interesting conversation when i find out they live in Australia or South Africa. Is this a Murphy's law of bdsm. I have been away for a while of chat rooms and for no better reason than not being able to sleep I went on and started to chat only to find out the geographical dilemma I had. Looking in my friends folder It seemed as if all that I spoke to lived in Australia or South Africa.

Could it be that the lifestyle only exists here and those other two places? I guess that from past experience these people reflect the same thinking I have on the subject, definitions , beliefs , ideas and what they expect from one another. I do not fathom how or why this is but I am wondering if I should not be working on my air miles more. After all finding a female Australian slave in Montreal not high on the chance list.

So two questions. Those not from Australia or South Africa do you ever go into chat rooms or is that for Australians and South Africans only? How much is a one way ticket?

A country that has kangaroos, crocodiles, platypus and spiders that can kill well if the submissives are as extreme as that they rival the wildlife then it sounds like a great place.

No time

Events of the past week have taken their toll on my free time . So many new postings from littleone, millagirl, melody and lucy I feel as if the world has jumped ahead and left me behind. I am helping a friend out with some house repairs unfortunately I do not work as long nor as fast as I once did.

A couple of newbies that I have been helping out in the lifestyle have advanced their efforts I have not had the chance to answer their emails minion is not a hundred percent yet after her car accident. On a positive note we have started on a website that hopefully will expound on our beliefs and way of lifestyle.

Thank you for your emails sorry to have worried some of you I will make sure to post more often.

No turkey on Christmas night

Twas the day of Christmas
and all through the house not a sign of a turkey, not even a grouse
not a leg or a breast not a neck a thigh or a wing
Where to heck was this thing

There was a platter to my chagrin What was the matter?
It was covered in meat balls, gravy, potatoes to get fatter
No stuffing or cranberry sauce nothing but batter

Spring rolls and veggies, Sheppard's pie and dreaded green beans
Asparagus ,bread rolls and turnip, things obscene
I rose to my feet to see what was the matter
I must have looked like the Mad Hatter

No turkey in the fridge no turkey in the oven
this must of been the work of a nasty nasty coven
So there I sat sad little old me
Then a thought hmmm it could have been that tree

That Christmas tree that Christmas tree
yes it had it in for me
From the day I purchase thee
you have had it out for me
but could it have been the tree
oh me. oh my I think I want to cry
No turkey, no stuffing, no meat pie

I ponder the day I ponder the night
and just when Christmas would soon be out of sight
I hear a voice come out of the light
How was my first Christmas dinner tonight
and that made it alright

Saint Nick is an elf with a sleigh and a grey grey beard
A twinkle in his eye he is not to be feared
Nor is one so dear trying to make her wish so clear

I missed my turkey I will not lie
but what my daughter has given me
has at times made me angry , cross and wry
Today, today she brought a smile to my soul and a tear to my eye
all grown up she is no longer five

Traditions are kept but not written in stone
Changes are good they do not break bones
The turkey and I are not alone
we both do live to write our poems

A Merry Christmas to all and all goodnight

family, friends and turkeys did delight

and yes that makes it all just right

Shopping a simple experience

It is supposed to be a simple experience is it not. You choose something you give money or plastic. The purchase is bagged you exchange pleasantries and leave. First I should have known the night would not go right from the start as it would mean that I would have my wife alone with me for more than 5 minutes this holiday season.

Not to be as my daughter rushed in the door saying the bus never came so we had to drive her to work in the opposite direction of my shopping trek. Half way to her work and stuck in traffic she called her work to advise them and they said it was quiet and to stay home. So off through the traffic back to the shopping center we drove. AN hour and a half to go to a center that takes us fifteen minutes max.

Now of course everyone is hungry so we ate no we cannot just grab a burger no a full meal. Then to the shopping mall. I was astonished I found what I wanted in two minutes. I was at the cash ready to pay when the clerk said that is the french one and then told me there is no English it is the West Island and we are sold out unlike Anjou that has only English ones. A pause here in thinking have been in retail would you not make a switch or transfer some or perhaps your buyer might think about geographical locations. Back to the story of my night.

Disappointed I said I will go to Sears and see if they have the phones that I wanted. After complains about boot being too hot or muscle cramps from those I was shopping with I found the phones on sale wow. No clerk in sight. I went to the next department only to be told that the discount was only available at the electronics section . after waiting for a harassed individual Scan the item and low and behold the wrong price. So I said well you owe me an extra ten percent off. He said Sears does not do that . I said it is provincial law it does not matter what Sears wants it is a law. I ask to speak to the store manger, he is not in tonight when the next one , there is no one sir. At this time I started to chuckle SO there is not a person in the store that is responsible, yes sir that is correct. What is your store manager's name , I do not know Sir..

Well murder is still a chargeable offence so I left the store and came home for a coffee and a quiet night when I arrived both my son' s decided to have friends over. I ran for my den the tranquil state of medieval babes and somber lighting when I sat down my chair fell over as on of the wheels had fallen off and had not been replaced by my son, and the shower overflowed and water leaked into my son's bedroom. Yep that was my simple shopping tour for a friend's gift that I am going out alone to do tomorrow morning.

Off course if I believed in things I could blame this all on that Christmas tree but of course there is no such thing as tree gremlins is there!

So what is embarassing to a slave

How naked can a slave be . Well lets see hmmm with out clothes is pretty naked but not for a slave . This is just their business suit. They almost become accustom to wearing it. that they feel almost dressed and do enjoy the attention paid to their naked flesh. SO how do you get a slave naked show the areas that are so private no one sees unless they show you . Opening of their mouths for inspection is one , the vagina is another but for most it is that dark area that icky spot that is only seen by tissue . The area that they cannot see so they never know how clean or what it looks like. Most hate the idea of it being touched or entered but to have it displayed opened for all to see how well they keep themselves that is embarrassing . More then it being exposed is that they have to stand there hold their ass cheeks apart for all to see until their Dom decides it is enough. In this position they never see the faces of those that look the never see the expressions on the onlookers faces they only see the light of the flash as they must hold perfectly still. How embarassing to have to strat to open up pulling at those stubborn cheeks until they open to the Masters desire.

Ownership

I have never gone by title such as Dom, Top or Master my name has always been CLoud. I felt that was enough for me and any sub or slave that did not think so would shortly after a session with me as to what I was.

Titles I have always felt cannot be taken but must be bestowed on a person. Such as knight hood the Queen decides not the one becoming the knight. They can choose to refuse or accept. I was given the name of CLoud Darklight because of the early day s I played in a club called the Green Door. My nick name was Cloud and Darklight came from the area of the club that I like to play in There was reason for the name.

Now i have been asked to accept the title of Master by a slave that I now own. I have accepted the use of the name before but only in private and only by one , minion. minion felt the need to leave me for a while as I could not meet all her needs at the time. she has offer herself to me once again giving me total ownership of her body mind and soul. There is nothing I relish more than property . she is that my property and so proclaimed that she be known as minion of Cloud. she has asked of me to announce that she is now my property and so I do this now for all to see.

A heavy responsibility for me and great deal of trust on her part as she will be put to the test by me.

Cloud Darklight Master of minion

the tree has life

I first stumble on Mr. Christmas Tree when out looking for presents, His girth was that of the most important elf that I know of and almost had a twinkle in his pinecone. The other trees have thinness about them like they had spent most of their time eating wisely and working out. Mr Christmas Tree looked as if he had dined on many a squirrel and their nuts.

I decided that if he were still there I would offer him the position.

Low and behold he was still there almost sporting a grin and a spirit of Puck was in the air around him. Off into my trunk which must of displeased him a bit, not being offer the front seat at least. I learnt of his displeasure when I removed him and tried to close the trunk. The latch would not catch I swear his tiny needles on his outstretched branches fouled the locking mechanism. Causing me to spend the next hour trying to fix the lock. But of course this is a dead tree. Just for information sake if you are decapitated, you are suppose to be conscious for 20 seconds and I truly think it is much longer for trees. Once out he resembled more of a bush than a Christmas tree. So much so, that I had to take the doors off to get him in. I do believe that like the puffer fish he inflated some sort of bladder for once the doors were off he seemed so much smaller. I had an inkling this tree had life and will of its own.

No further incidence occurred until I decorated the tree. Finishing off the last touches and filling the water container to full I sat back and admired my handy work. There was just something not right , it did not quite look like a Christmas tree. I said out loud it just did not look right and then decided to worry about it in the morning.

Morning came quickly at 2 am with a crash, bang and splash of water. Then I realized I was calling this tree a man, it was obliviously offended. So much so that it meddled with the trunk latch because of it’s displeasure of the sitting arrangement. It tried to show that it was not a tree because of my remark about it not being a tree. And when it was finally dressed up I did not bestow great compliments on it so it threw itself to the floor in frustration.

A light went on, what does any Dom do with a naughty submissive? Well I got the rope and tied it up so it could not move, I twisted it and turned it roughly, examining every square inch of it’s naked pine needle for the best exposure. When satisfied I tied it into position. Such knots and coursing of ropes had not been seen before in the restraining of a tree. I pierced its trunk and bound its branches. I hooked ornaments in the most tender of places and wrapped burning lights to its body. The last indignation was a star that I force the point into the branch at top. This time I stood back and admired my work my little tree stood tall and straight. It looked bright and gleaming, it was my Christmas Tree.

Well that is my story of the little Christmas tree funny as I turn out the light I thought I could here a sigh of contentment from the tree. Just like a sub treat them nicely and they will do everything they can to bug you. Tie them up min a corner push them around and beat them into submission and they smile and sigh

Sunday Munch

Sorry could not get the link to show up here but if you go to my links at the side of this blog and go all the way down you will find the link under munch group it is the very last link on the list of links.

enjoy

Tired of Christmas shopping

Come on down to the munch in Montreal. A get away form the frenzy of shopping. We get to talk about tying up subs instead of packages. Our version fo the 12 days of Christmas is different you could say. Most definitely you will find some who want to be tied to a sleigh and others that wish to drive one. As far as dressing up well we can give you several suggestions of how to make naked more Christmassy.

We put bells on toes and other places as well, oh lights yes garland and tinsel so if it is Christmas ideas for gifts or parties come down to the munch and meet others of similar nature talk a lot and eat a bit and make some new friends. Just follow the link and leave a comment to show your interest. Munch group.

Comment from newbies

I was told by some new friends that they were worried about the protocols that I have that they might not remember. I had to laugh and related a story of a sub that had speaking protocols for vanilla situations , during meals and play session. It was so nice to see such confusion on their faces. So I answered before they questioned. It controls the sub and if done right adds an edge to the play.

Some take it to the extreme with rules for walking talking where your eyes can go and when they can pee or how long they can be away from their Dom. all well and good but simply said I do not want to do the work of memorizing countless pages of rules I will be too busy correcting little details to enjoy the play. What I do is set rules which just reflect politeness and common courtesy. What I do that I am very st rick on is health. All my slaves must exercise daily take care to eat properly. Bad health habits are simply not allowed when there are with me no if ands or buts. They are given time to correct and when the dead line passes they are punished for infractions. Such as staying up too late or, not eating properly, not exercising .

So yes rules and protocols are important just not too many

beauty stretched

I think that the best position that shows off a woman's body is stretched up to the rafters. This one is just about perfect as she is even on a table top. can I say more, yes she would look a little nicer with the cuffs and chains on . We will just let the picture talk for it's self.
Now that would keep me warm on a cold winter's night I just wonder if my slave has a table like that as she does have the body.

It is the start of Christmas

Yes as usual I am getting a cold so that is the first sign it is Christmas. Plans have been altered because of others being sick. I seem to be on the road a lot yet not going anywhere as much as dropping off and picking up others. The normal family arguments are rising up in the family and list of Christmas gifts growth with of course the ultimate question do you think they will like it.

Ah traditions, it seems to be a tradition to bring your emotional baggage to a head around Christmas . Yes those wonderful period pieces showing lavish parties, dancing and merriment just do not seem to happen at least not for me. It use to be when friends and family mixed freely and all were welcome at your door during Christmas. Now well invitations are given out by who is talking to who and what house is holding the main event . We are slighted when in-laws do not travel thousands of miles uprooting their established traditions every Christmas as if it is written in stone what must happen.

A suggestion was made a few years ago to have a traveling Christmas dinner. entrees at one house then off to another for the main course oh and then desert finally finishing at one house and open the presents. Well the start of world war three. Who was doing what what houses some did not want to walk or travel more than 20 minutes away. Oh we can't go there she over cooks the turkey their house is too small no not enough cars to do that route oh and they do not like them so they won't go in the same car. Christmas carols you want us to sing Christmas carols on the street are yo nuts . Ya I guess that was a bad idea trying to find the fun of the season and bring it out in people. Have them get along for one day of the year hmmm what was I thinking.

So now I portray my self as a Christmas junkie certain decorations go up in November and then the Tree in December. I go out and if I am with someone they will hear me sing a Carol or two. Most will think I was just released from an institute. I will extend my hand to strangers and wish them a Merry Christmas , not a happy Christmas nor happy Holidays. As for my extended family I will be a little more cautious extend my hand as I want it back so perhaps a tip of the hat or a nod will suffice for them.

The tree decorating what fun getting together with friends and family and decorate our trees with a glass of wine. I believe there is not a special way of decorating tree each should have there own life as each only has but one Christmas. Whoa what am I saying noooooo silver balls on every sixteenth branch a blue ornament with a green light are you serious who taught you to decorate ? Santa ah yes it was Santa. A friend told a story of her grandson decorating for her it was a blast for me to hear I could see the wild eyed excitement racing around as if Christmas might pass before he finished as no matter where it when it was perfect in his eyes. Hmmm seem to have lost that part of Christmas some where with the idea of singing carols. I make sure now to not put everything where it is suppose to go. So each Christmas has a character of it's own.

Unfortunately the day I love the most I also dread. I sit and wait for the arguements or to be asked why I spoke to that person. The best is to have my life reviewed by some drunk inlaw telling me how I did not raise my children well as they do come over near this slobbering religous fanatic or thier clothing is not up to his high standard of spilled sauce on white smear by his use of your tablecloth as a napkin. Of course blaming the plate for not being large enough to catch all the food falling from an over stuffed mouth.

When I was young one Christmas I was very sick high fever and all. Sitting on the couch for the nightly tree lighting , back then you could not leave the lights on too long as they over heated, my eyes blurry from the feever saw what I think was fairies dancing on my tree. I watch for the ten minutes and fell asleep with the idea that Christmas was alive and dancing in my tree.


Well now this is Christmas no snow, no carols, fake smiles and well wishes. Gifts have to be larger than last year or at least more expensive. Meals must be low carb with non saturated that and o course non sugar deserts with strange dishes tha tI never saw at Christmas cottage cheese what , no I do not want yogurt on my boild turkey breast with food colouring in it to make it resemble canberry sauce. Who does that to Christmas what did they put in the eggnog oops that is right no egg in thenog as a mater of fact no nog either hmmm that could be the problem.

As for me. I still look with the eyes of child at this time luckily they are old and blurry and seem to see things as I once did as a sick little boy.

It is not suppose to hurt

After a very long hiatus I had a play session with an old friend. Yes I had given littleone a few swats but that is not quite the same as a whole session, which lasted about 8 hours off and on.
Byt the fourth hour I noticed my shoulder was very stiff hmmm well I had made a few new toys and I thought I am just not used to them. So I ordered a nice hot bath and relaxed for a while then afterwards a nap till supper was ready.

After supper I decided to get her dressed for the evening of entertainment some new friends of ours were coming over. So I thought chains a nice start. Do you know how much chains weight with a sore shoulder and back now? Fighting with the chains to secure them I decided to paint on my favorite canvas a slaves ass. Do you know how much your hands shake after straining your arms. Not my best work .

I made a rope harness almost tied my self to the slave, then I demonstrated the punishment stick to the newbies ouch, that hurt me as no sub was involved. The whip I had made, well the first time was great a nice sound in the air but then the newbie sub asked to see it again. And then my slave want desperately to feel the touch of it. Then my arm fell off.

Today my feet hurt, my ankles are swollen, and the back is not yet straight. My arms hurt, my wrists crack and my neck just does not want to turn. I had cereal this morning as it did not require me to crack an egg or any other violent motion like buttering toast.

I will from now on put warning labels on all the toys I make "WARNING EXCESSIVE USE MAY CAUSE INJURY TO THE DOM".

As for me well I have fallen out of Dom shape and must whip my self back into it. You know what tht means? A certain slave's ass is going to be red and hurting for next little while I work on her to regain my shape.