Is loyalty purchased with a revealing photo or words that are aimed at a libido? I think that a moment of attention can and is garnered in such a manner,but is it lasting or lifelong? A male can be and most often is led by his short hairs,but this can be deceiving for if he is vulnerable to the whims of his whacker,then there is no guarantee that he will not trot along behind the next shapely ass or buxom belle now is there?
The bonding which develops into a long term commitment is not and should never be based on the flexing of a male muscle. A relationship with a solid foundation is based upon connections which transcend the physical. A lovely example would be the elderly couples you see everyday. Yesterday at my local mart I happened to notice this cute older male coming around to open the door for his wife and holding her hand throughout the store. Yes I know that many of you will fail to note the connection between this couple and the lifestyle,nevertheless it is apparent to me. Here you have a couple whom most likely is not able to engage in sexual relations any longer,but the bond they forged is all the more stronger since it is not "all about nookie". BDSM relationships are not dissimilar to a vanilla marriage in that they both require time effort and dedication to withstand the battering of everyday life. So if your basis for serving is a hot body,a slick booty,or a rack that a buck would be envious of,then you might as well be the little piggy whom erected their home out of sticks,as any type of outside influence is bound to blow your exchange asunder and leave you all alone holding your pecker in the dark(oh but wait,that is what you are used to doing right now isn't it?)
Like truly does attract like though,so if you are one without substance and bound by your desire of all that is superficial,then my message falls upon your deaf ears,but if you are one of the few whom craves more than a yank wank festival you will knowingly embrace the meaning within my post.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Monday, July 15, 2013
Thursday, July 11, 2013
ego stroking
Ego stroking is an activity which does absolutely nothing for me period. I realize there are those that require it weekly,daily,or even hourly to bolster their sense of worth,but I am not one such as that. I am supremely confident and secure in who and what I am. In fact I pity those whom need that type of crutch in order to feel good about themselves. Declaring yourself dominant does not negate one's humanity, but it should infer that you have your shit together,and yes that includes your ego.
This is why I tend to disregard missives from males whom bombard the message with layered on compliments such as "you are so hot" "you are gorgeous" "you are perfect" etc.... especially when there is no enclosed tribute to accompany such drivel. My interest in speaking with said male evaporates quicker than sweat in the desert.
Have you boys seriously failed to grasp that compliments do not equate to tribute? Empty words do not feed a cash fetish now do they? Of course not silly. In fact doing so immediately sets off bullshit meters seeing as only the destitute or wank in hand horny fucks bother with this type of approach. Do you truly desire to be classed in with the no class wasters by copying their tactics?
Not to mention that I honestly find it insulting if my intelligence is underestimated in such a manner. It is obvious to me that a male must find attraction to me physically,mentally or emotionally if they are contacting me,therefore he need not gush lyrical accolades about me. That is not to say that males should never compliment a lady,but by all means do so in sincerity,not as a line you employ as means to your own end.
This is why I tend to disregard missives from males whom bombard the message with layered on compliments such as "you are so hot" "you are gorgeous" "you are perfect" etc.... especially when there is no enclosed tribute to accompany such drivel. My interest in speaking with said male evaporates quicker than sweat in the desert.
Have you boys seriously failed to grasp that compliments do not equate to tribute? Empty words do not feed a cash fetish now do they? Of course not silly. In fact doing so immediately sets off bullshit meters seeing as only the destitute or wank in hand horny fucks bother with this type of approach. Do you truly desire to be classed in with the no class wasters by copying their tactics?
Not to mention that I honestly find it insulting if my intelligence is underestimated in such a manner. It is obvious to me that a male must find attraction to me physically,mentally or emotionally if they are contacting me,therefore he need not gush lyrical accolades about me. That is not to say that males should never compliment a lady,but by all means do so in sincerity,not as a line you employ as means to your own end.
Learning to let go
Random thoughts enter my mind at the oddest moments. Most often when I am no where near my pc and able to type them up before they evaporate into my subconscious,alas this evening though I actually had my laptop near the bath,with the milky vanilla scented bubbles coating my flesh,and a glass of chilled white wine in my hand when inspiration struck.
I thought to myself how like a child are those that come to my feet in earnest devotion towards service. As a child we learn to roll over,to crawl,to stand,and eventually walk. In order to walk though we instinctively hold onto whatever is handy to uphold our balance until we are able to walk without aid. Now as to how this relates to domination allow me to elaborate.
A boy comes to a lady petitioning the opportunity to serve usually without full knowledge of what is to come. Of course he will have studied her words,yet that never fully prepares one for the actuality of submitting to his chosen lady. He stands before her a man. Yet the first step down the path shows him that in her service he is no longer a man,but perhaps a pet,a worm,a bitch,a boy. He is taught that a servant does not stand before their owner,instead he kneels in her presence out of respect. His worldly pride snuffed like a candle in the wind as he sinks further to prostrate himself in abject worship. He has now reverted back to the actions of a child in that no longer shall he walk nor stand...he is reduced to crawling for the rewards he once received as the child whom struck out in independence to ambulate alone. Good boy.
Just as a child learns to let go of their parent's hand to become their own person,a boy must learn to take hold of the virtual or actual hand of his owner and let go of who he thought he was. No longer living his life for himself. Becoming dependent upon her for direction in his actions and thoughts. Her word be done. The goal being for a boy to become a slate wiped clean. Open to suggestion and command. Accepting freely that his will is no longer his own.
I say to you now that if you are stubborn or passive to your fate,then you shall never learn to let go,and if you never let go,then you shall never know the sublime serenity of service.
I thought to myself how like a child are those that come to my feet in earnest devotion towards service. As a child we learn to roll over,to crawl,to stand,and eventually walk. In order to walk though we instinctively hold onto whatever is handy to uphold our balance until we are able to walk without aid. Now as to how this relates to domination allow me to elaborate.
A boy comes to a lady petitioning the opportunity to serve usually without full knowledge of what is to come. Of course he will have studied her words,yet that never fully prepares one for the actuality of submitting to his chosen lady. He stands before her a man. Yet the first step down the path shows him that in her service he is no longer a man,but perhaps a pet,a worm,a bitch,a boy. He is taught that a servant does not stand before their owner,instead he kneels in her presence out of respect. His worldly pride snuffed like a candle in the wind as he sinks further to prostrate himself in abject worship. He has now reverted back to the actions of a child in that no longer shall he walk nor stand...he is reduced to crawling for the rewards he once received as the child whom struck out in independence to ambulate alone. Good boy.
Just as a child learns to let go of their parent's hand to become their own person,a boy must learn to take hold of the virtual or actual hand of his owner and let go of who he thought he was. No longer living his life for himself. Becoming dependent upon her for direction in his actions and thoughts. Her word be done. The goal being for a boy to become a slate wiped clean. Open to suggestion and command. Accepting freely that his will is no longer his own.
I say to you now that if you are stubborn or passive to your fate,then you shall never learn to let go,and if you never let go,then you shall never know the sublime serenity of service.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Day trips
Sunday I took a delightful little day trip to Oklahoma...exactly what I needed to relax and unwind. A picnic and water park with my favored man! Unfortunately work schedules are not aligning well for me to take an extended trip this summer :( Oh well that does not mean that you boys are allowed to slack on paying for my trips. I am thinking that I will plan another little excursion in a couple of weeks,and of course I will want something fabulous to wear,so I suggest you get on sending those amazon gift cards pronto.
Friday, July 5, 2013
A new addition
Yesterday I obtained a new addition to my family so to speak. A female beta fish. Egads how boring a pet many would say, but oh well I do adore her. Beta females are notoriously territorial and will devour those that get in her way or domain (sound familiar)? She is an aggressive species which suits me as well. Do not even think to bring a male within her vicinity if she is not in the mood..for he will be destroyed lol.
Just like me she is already a spoiled princess. A new tank,treats,a special heater to keep her royal ass warm,and a cozy castle retreat to get away from the stress of life. It is not surprising that I dubbed her "The Royal Motherfucking Princess"
I wonder how it dashes the ego of a male knowing that an itty bitty fish shall hold more of my attention and affection that he ever would. Even when he bows and scrapes she shall still amuse me more ;D
Just like me she is already a spoiled princess. A new tank,treats,a special heater to keep her royal ass warm,and a cozy castle retreat to get away from the stress of life. It is not surprising that I dubbed her "The Royal Motherfucking Princess"
I wonder how it dashes the ego of a male knowing that an itty bitty fish shall hold more of my attention and affection that he ever would. Even when he bows and scrapes she shall still amuse me more ;D
Thursday, July 4, 2013
A freak of nature
You know that you are different. You are not the same as your friends and family. Oh how you remind me of these lyrics " One of these things is not like the others,one of these things just doesn't belong,Can you tell which thing is not like the others,By the time I finish my song?"
The secret you harbor which must not see the light of day. A freak of nature hiding in plain sight of the "normals". You spend your nights in fear that others shall see you as you truly are..your guilt plagues you for being unlike others. Your shame remains for the thoughts,fantasies,and dreams which dwell within you.
This my little vermin is why you hide..for if you cannot accept yourself..why would you expect any other to do so? This is why you come crawling on bony knee to the feet of a lady whom might for a moment in time allow you in her divine presence. There is no doubt that she has seen your ilk prior... your humiliation and degradation will at last serve a purpose.
Within the grace of her service you shall be remade and whole into a life of meaning. No shame,no disdain. Acceptance at last.
The secret you harbor which must not see the light of day. A freak of nature hiding in plain sight of the "normals". You spend your nights in fear that others shall see you as you truly are..your guilt plagues you for being unlike others. Your shame remains for the thoughts,fantasies,and dreams which dwell within you.
This my little vermin is why you hide..for if you cannot accept yourself..why would you expect any other to do so? This is why you come crawling on bony knee to the feet of a lady whom might for a moment in time allow you in her divine presence. There is no doubt that she has seen your ilk prior... your humiliation and degradation will at last serve a purpose.
Within the grace of her service you shall be remade and whole into a life of meaning. No shame,no disdain. Acceptance at last.
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