mystery-bazaar: Blind Trust

mystery-bazaar:

Blind Trust

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m-as-tu-vu: (by Monalli)

m-as-tu-vu:

(by Monalli)

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simplyourblog: The secret of joy is the mastery of pain. ~Anais Nin~

simplyourblog:

The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.

~Anais Nin~

(via his-good-girl)

subself: His fingers in my mouth are so comforting that i really believe it could lull me to sleep.

subself:

His fingers in my mouth are so comforting that i really believe it could lull me to sleep.

(Source: sadbabe)

kindlybeatingher: I know it’s your first time slut but everyone has to start somewhere

kindlybeatingher:

I know it’s your first time slut but everyone has to start somewhere

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fringeofdarkness: On The Abyss This is the moment every submissive craves - no matter the situation.  In this particular case, she has been stripped, collared, cuffed, taken to the bed, and positioned, complete with a spreader bar to ensure compliance.  She maintains the instructed position, and bows her head.  And she waits. An experienced Dominant will let her wait.  As I have often said, a girl’s largest erogenous zone is between her ears - not her legs.  Younger, more inexperienced men might be too eager to claim their prize.  I prefer to bring my girl to an almost indescribable state - a combination of need, lust, hunger, fear, longing, craving, and anticipation of what might come. I am very conscious of the way I allow my girl to fall into the abyss - the sensation I create as I take her down - darker and deeper.  The abyss can be frightening at first to a girl  - complete blackness - no knowledge of what might come - and no control over the outcome.   Yet, the abyss is the key to the place she craves under me.  When I remove her from the vanilla world, I allow her to shed any encumbrances she has.  I strip away the outside world as deftly as I strip away her clothes, and as I position her, I surround her with my presence, my hungers, and my desires. To me - the abyss precedes the general notion of subspace.  It is not the final destination, rather the portal by which she arrives. As her outside world closes down, I bring her to the edge with intense whispers, touches, and probes.  I prepare implements, allowing her to hear the rustle of rope, the clink of metal, and the whir of a flogger in motion. And now - there is but one succession of commands left.  Six words, whispered.  Accompanied by my body heat, my touch, and my smell.  Six words that allow her to give over everything she is and finally be freed to the hungering, exotic creature within. Relax.Breathe.And fall into me.  Come dance with me on the fringe of darkness, girl. © Fringe of Darkness, 2012 

fringeofdarkness:

On The Abyss

This is the moment every submissive craves - no matter the situation.  In this particular case, she has been stripped, collared, cuffed, taken to the bed, and positioned, complete with a spreader bar to ensure compliance.  She maintains the instructed position, and bows her head.  And she waits.

An experienced Dominant will let her wait.  As I have often said, a girl’s largest erogenous zone is between her ears - not her legs.  Younger, more inexperienced men might be too eager to claim their prize.  I prefer to bring my girl to an almost indescribable state - a combination of need, lust, hunger, fear, longing, craving, and anticipation of what might come.

I am very conscious of the way I allow my girl to fall into the abyss - the sensation I create as I take her down - darker and deeper.  The abyss can be frightening at first to a girl  - complete blackness - no knowledge of what might come - and no control over the outcome.  

Yet, the abyss is the key to the place she craves under me.  When I remove her from the vanilla world, I allow her to shed any encumbrances she has.  I strip away the outside world as deftly as I strip away her clothes, and as I position her, I surround her with my presence, my hungers, and my desires.

To me - the abyss precedes the general notion of subspace.  It is not the final destination, rather the portal by which she arrives. As her outside world closes down, I bring her to the edge with intense whispers, touches, and probes.  I prepare implements, allowing her to hear the rustle of rope, the clink of metal, and the whir of a flogger in motion.

And now - there is but one succession of commands left.  Six words, whispered.  Accompanied by my body heat, my touch, and my smell.  Six words that allow her to give over everything she is and finally be freed to the hungering, exotic creature within.

Relax.
Breathe.
And fall into me. 

Come dance with me on the fringe of darkness, girl.

© Fringe of Darkness, 2012 

fringeofdarkness: On A girl’s Place. I have written before about putting a girl in her place.  Some followers have confused this concept with breaking a girl and taking away her essence - forcing her to lose her sense of self.  This could not be further from the truth. When I speak of putting a girl in her place - I am referring to the place a girl needs to go in her submissive journey with me.  This is the point of disembarkation for her.  It is often described as subspace - the magic place where she is completely freed of any responsibility, control, or stress from her everyday life.  She floats effortlessly. I am not making a summary judgement as to the place a girl needs to go.  I make a sincere and determined effort to study her - learn as much about her as I can - and to uncover her wants, needs, hopes, fears, and desires.  I then take these insights and reflect on a journey with her, fusing this knowledge with my own intuition, experience, and hungers. When a bond is right - the path that emerges seems magical.  I can rocket her down to her place and free her to herself.  This may be simple - stripping her, cuffing her, and having her kneel and bow her head in submission.  Or it may be more involved.  The most important consideration? I must ensure I put a girl in her place. © Fringe of Darkness, 2012  

fringeofdarkness:

On A girl’s Place.

I have written before about putting a girl in her place.  Some followers have confused this concept with breaking a girl and taking away her essence - forcing her to lose her sense of self.  This could not be further from the truth.

When I speak of putting a girl in her place - I am referring to the place a girl needs to go in her submissive journey with me.  This is the point of disembarkation for her.  It is often described as subspace - the magic place where she is completely freed of any responsibility, control, or stress from her everyday life.  She floats effortlessly.

I am not making a summary judgement as to the place a girl needs to go.  I make a sincere and determined effort to study her - learn as much about her as I can - and to uncover her wants, needs, hopes, fears, and desires.  I then take these insights and reflect on a journey with her, fusing this knowledge with my own intuition, experience, and hungers.

When a bond is right - the path that emerges seems magical.  I can rocket her down to her place and free her to herself.  This may be simple - stripping her, cuffing her, and having her kneel and bow her head in submission.  Or it may be more involved.  The most important consideration?

I must ensure I put a girl in her place.

© Fringe of Darkness, 2012  

(Source: sinlikeyoumeanit)

2truthsandaliewrosa: I’ve read through this post probably 10 times so far. Each time I battle with my own thoughts/feelings. I feel what Pet is saying, I get it but I struggle with the balance between fear of disappointment and being pushed further than “I” believe I can go. This is the reason I love this couple, because they have what I seek. Love and understanding, truth and honesty that allows them to push each other beyond their limits. xo to Master and Pet, Rose masterpet: It’s funny how events in one’s life can be seemingly unconnected yet they fall in a sequence that, were I not certain was coincidence, I would swear are deliberate and related. I wrote yesterday afternoon about how the things Master makes me do would seem to an outsider to be cruel or abusive. But that I constantly feel His love and that those acts are reinforcement, rather than damaging, of our mutual love. So it’s ironic that last night things were put to the test. Equally ironic is that one of our favorite followers, @Wyredslave, brought up in our Ask the long standing arguments about the differences between slaves and submissives. He asked me if I would do something I don’t want to, and I said yes. In a nutshell, a subcan usually tell their owner that something goes beyond what they are willing to do, and a slave can not. I am a slave. I am not permitted to speak of the details of what happened. Master was very explicit about that, but I can explore with you some of the feelings and the effects of what was done. I was ordered to do something I did not want to. Master was quite clear I had to do it and I was equally, respectfully clear I didn’t want to. The moment in many slaves’ lives that they fear is one where they are faced with an order that they always hoped they would never need to worry about. I hesitated. He pulled my leash and slapped my ass. I begged. I’ve never begged before in our relationship. Ever. And He made it clear that begging wasn’t going to work. I’m a slave and I’ve never felt this small before. I was letting Him down, and I felt terrible. I wanted to be tossed on the street naked and left there abandoned. So, bad, cruel Master, no? Making his little wife do things she really was upset by. Abusive, no? No It’s equally facile to say that I’m a slave, so suck it up bitch. I’m sure there are Masters that actually think and feel that way, but, despite what I described above, I know mine isn’t one of them. The harshness, the order, was calculated, I realized after begging Him yesterday. He was pushing me, pushing me hard, but a few things He did made me also realize while His demand was calculated, He also took into account my anticipated difficulty with it. Softened the blow, so to speak. Not for His convenience, but for my emotional protection. I have always said I trust Him, and I do. That doesn’t mean I’m brainless and don’t still react when told to do something I have big issues with. But it does mean I know He truly believes I CAN do what He tells me to. And over the years His insights into me have continually surprised me. He often knows me better than I know myself. In the end, I did what He commanded. It was difficult for me. I REALLY didn’t want to do what He ordered, but I wanted even less to disappoint Him. So I did what I was told. At no time did I feel anger or resentment at what I was being made to do. Just a profound feeling of emptiness if I didn’t obey. Our relationship as Master and slave is predicated on my doing whatever He asks me to. It’s also predicated on Him genuinely caring for me and not destroying me in the process. I need - let me say it again - NEED to serve Him. In return for that service, I have someone who will protect and cherish me absolutely. He isn’t infallible. We’ve both made mistakes before, but together fixed things and ended up happier and stronger together. Making me do something I don’t want to, and my obeying, makes us stronger. I’m not giving up and becoming a doormat or a zombie; in fact, I feel more alive than ever. And I felt loved and adored after. I’m still a bit shaken, to be honest, and I will need some more help from Master to process this. But I have no doubts He loves me. I am His slave. ~Pet

2truthsandaliewrosa:

I’ve read through this post probably 10 times so far. Each time I battle with my own thoughts/feelings. I feel what Pet is saying, I get it but I struggle with the balance between fear of disappointment and being pushed further than “I” believe I can go. This is the reason I love this couple, because they have what I seek. Love and understanding, truth and honesty that allows them to push each other beyond their limits.

xo to Master and Pet, Rose

masterpet:

It’s funny how events in one’s life can be seemingly unconnected yet they fall in a sequence that, were I not certain was coincidence, I would swear are deliberate and related.

I wrote yesterday afternoon about how the things Master makes me do would seem to an outsider to be cruel or abusive. But that I constantly feel His love and that those acts are reinforcement, rather than damaging, of our mutual love.

So it’s ironic that last night things were put to the test. Equally ironic is that one of our favorite followers, @Wyredslave, brought up in our Ask the long standing arguments about the differences between slaves and submissives. He asked me if I would do something I don’t want to, and I said yes. In a nutshell, a subcan usually tell their owner that something goes beyond what they are willing to do, and a slave can not.

I am a slave.

I am not permitted to speak of the details of what happened. Master was very explicit about that, but I can explore with you some of the feelings and the effects of what was done.

I was ordered to do something I did not want to. Master was quite clear I had to do it and I was equally, respectfully clear I didn’t want to. The moment in many slaves’ lives that they fear is one where they are faced with an order that they always hoped they would never need to worry about. I hesitated. He pulled my leash and slapped my ass. I begged. I’ve never begged before in our relationship. Ever. And He made it clear that begging wasn’t going to work. I’m a slave and I’ve never felt this small before. I was letting Him down, and I felt terrible. I wanted to be tossed on the street naked and left there abandoned.

So, bad, cruel Master, no? Making his little wife do things she really was upset by. Abusive, no?

No

It’s equally facile to say that I’m a slave, so suck it up bitch. I’m sure there are Masters that actually think and feel that way, but, despite what I described above, I know mine isn’t one of them. The harshness, the order, was calculated, I realized after begging Him yesterday. He was pushing me, pushing me hard, but a few things He did made me also realize while His demand was calculated, He also took into account my anticipated difficulty with it. Softened the blow, so to speak. Not for His convenience, but for my emotional protection. I have always said I trust Him, and I do. That doesn’t mean I’m brainless and don’t still react when told to do something I have big issues with. But it does mean I know He truly believes I CAN do what He tells me to. And over the years His insights into me have continually surprised me. He often knows me better than I know myself.

In the end, I did what He commanded. It was difficult for me. I REALLY didn’t want to do what He ordered, but I wanted even less to disappoint Him. So I did what I was told. At no time did I feel anger or resentment at what I was being made to do. Just a profound feeling of emptiness if I didn’t obey.

Our relationship as Master and slave is predicated on my doing whatever He asks me to. It’s also predicated on Him genuinely caring for me and not destroying me in the process. I need - let me say it again - NEED to serve Him. In return for that service, I have someone who will protect and cherish me absolutely. He isn’t infallible. We’ve both made mistakes before, but together fixed things and ended up happier and stronger together. Making me do something I don’t want to, and my obeying, makes us stronger. I’m not giving up and becoming a doormat or a zombie; in fact, I feel more alive than ever.

And I felt loved and adored after. I’m still a bit shaken, to be honest, and I will need some more help from Master to process this. But I have no doubts He loves me.

I am His slave.

~Pet

(Source: 858-614-258)

daddysbrokengirl: Its a rare emotion, but if I were her Id be full of pride. To have been used as a canvas for a piece of art, to have had that much time invested on it. A backless dress and some time in public, proud to show off. Experiencing a totally different emotion from those usually associated with showing off in public. 

daddysbrokengirl:

Its a rare emotion, but if I were her Id be full of pride. To have been used as a canvas for a piece of art, to have had that much time invested on it.

A backless dress and some time in public, proud to show off. Experiencing a totally different emotion from those usually associated with showing off in public. 

(Source: adventuretyme)

At first It looked like it was urine, but the water is ejected out of her ass, humiliation to retain water, an even greater humiliation to empty in the bucket lying in this position.

At first It looked like it was urine, but the water is ejected out of her ass, humiliation to retain water, an even greater humiliation to empty in the bucket lying in this position.

(Source: 858-614-258)

maggie1223: That would feel absolutely fantastic….

maggie1223:

That would feel absolutely fantastic….

(Source: art-of-passion, via theladycheeky)

kindlybeatingher: From the look on her face I think she is just a little surprised would fit!

kindlybeatingher:

From the look on her face I think she is just a little surprised would fit!

(Source: girllicious)

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NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY