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This is the endless series of my never-ending journey...
A compilation of rants, poetry, adventure time and other folly.
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"It's hard for an educated woman to turn her head off. That's part of the joy of being a submissive. None of the decisions are yours. When you can't refuse anything and can't even move, those voices in your head go silent. All you can do, and all you are permitted to do, is feel."
Cherise Sinclair, Dark Citadel (Masters of the Shadowlands

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I'd Rather Feel Pain Than Nothing At All
Posted:Jan 17, 2020 2:51 pm
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2020 4:13 am
In Freudian psychoanalysis, the pleasure principle (German: Lustprinzip) is the instinctive seeking of pleasure and avoiding of pain in order satisfy biological and psychological needs. Specifically, the pleasure principle is the driving force guiding the id. But what drives some of us feel pain as our pleasure principle rather than avoid?

There is the personality disorder of not being able feel anything at all unless pain is present. The inability feel anything - neither sadness, happiness, nor anything else, is labeled by the psychoanalytical gurus as being clinical melancholic depression. Many of our community self-harm and are cutters, will relate the cycle of hurting self feel anything at all. I don't know about you, but I have often wondered if the need feel pain in a sexual context is merely being too chicken-shit or lazy to commit self-harm on oneself. Therefore, we relent because we have an undying need to feel something rather than the abyss of nothing at all. It has ultimately been too long for me to remember experiencing coitus without some pain before, after, or during, but if I recall correctly, it was as boring as watching paint dry and about as emotionally touching.

Can we become ultimately numb to the pain we originally needed in order to feel something? Well of course we do, which is why I haven't continually ventured so far down the rabbit hole of breaking limits for fear there would be no return once a certain level was breached. The likelihood of stretching too far, like a rubber band that has lost its elasticity, is a very real possibility to . It is similar a drug addict has justified that they may like doing a little coke but they would never smoke it. They are chasing that and are faced with smoking it or nothing at all, and so they smoke it. The next stage they face is they can't get their pleasure fix unless they shoot it into their veins with a needle and so they succumb to the act in order to chase that again. When does it stop?

When the D/S connection between people has been a sustained tornadic fury, there will be no turning back. It could be said that the loss of this dynamic after experiencing it is akin to a mourning of epic proportions. , as we know, it is not so easy extricate oneself from attempting catch that higher than high intensity the addict was looking for. You may, in fact, do better realize that you will possibly never find that incredible force with another human being again. Does the id then seek the pleasure principle rather than keep doing self-harm by seeking the pain?

Perhaps we simply seek any pain at all so we can feel again, because being numb is such a damned bore

"You're sick of feeling numb
You're not the
I'll take you by the hand
And I'll show you a world that you can understand
This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn't work
Trust , and take hand
When the lights go , you'll understand
Pain without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all ""
Pain ~ Days Grace

Tripping the Fandango with a Violet Wand
Posted:Jan 16, 2020 5:14 pm
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2020 4:16 am
A buzzing sound and smell fill the ionized air
Anticipation building for the sting of electrical shocks
The first arc of current traces against skin
Gasps and moans of delight as the shock absorbs
An arching back pushing hard nipples into the pathway

Colorful tendrils dancing over the landscape of nakedness
Caressing everything in its path like a tracking beam
Pushing it into and smelling the heat mixed
Glass attachments become Weapons of Ass Destruction
An inner thigh ...
A hardened nipple...
A curve of fat pussy lip...
Lost in electro cosmic erotic bliss

Sinfully Erotic Treats
Posted:Jan 13, 2020 9:18 pm
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2020 5:29 pm
I want be your decadent dessert
Drizzled chocolate in every crevice for your tongue to discover
Luscious salted caramel over curves of my sex
Creamy ice cream dripping over sweat salted skin

I want to be your delectable delicacy
A tongue parting folds of fruity flesh scattered with sprinkles
Chocolate hazelnut ganache filled hole for your fingertips to dip
Powdered crystal laced nipples with creme fraiche smeared breasts

I want be your sinfully erotic treat...

Living in the Wilderness at 4000 ft
Posted:Jan 13, 2020 1:27 am
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2020 7:20 pm
Home, Sweet, Home...

"Buildings are dead places where nothing grows, where water doesn't flow, and where life stops. I don't want to live in a dead place. People say that I don't live in a real world, but it's modern Americans live in a fake world, because they have stepped outside the natural circle of life." Eustace Conway

This is my Church

The Making of a Natural Submissive
Posted:Jan 12, 2020 12:52 am
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2020 7:36 am
After 20 in the lifestyle, it becomes clear how hard it is distinguish character flaws and strengths from the roles we live. I am submissive naturally. If that is so, then why did I not become dominant? It clearly was not a choice I made. It was how I was be. I knew it deep within, early in life.

My mother was very domineering in a narcissistic parental way. After much introspection, I believe this is why I became naturally submissive.
How did I come this hypothesis?
Because as a mother, I knew that my passive way of parenting likely was the cause of my own showing narcissistic domineering behavior early on.
It came as I watched her . She would be the more dominant one in her relationships. Was I the cause of that? I wondered.

While investigating this, I ran across a study done and published on Dominant Behavior Systems (DBS) in Behavioral Psychology
DBS is a system used explain behaviors in place with humans in social, emotional, and relationship structures in their lives based on rewards and punishments. It is the amount of effort and effectiveness with which a human will get their needs and desires met, get enrichment and lives balanced without being punished and getting a reward for their behavior.

Am I losing you yet with my geeky inner thoughts?
Follow me down the rabbit hole...you can just focus on the little bunny tail

Parental Styles:
Basically DBS, involves parenting styles
1. Passive
2. Aggressive
3. Assertive

Limits describe whether a parent uses passive, assertive, or aggressive discipline. Passive discipline tends be hands off parenting; assertive discipline is self-assured and shows respect for others creating a win-win outcome for the parent and ; while aggressive discipline is said be “ school” with techniques such as smacking, using a wooden spoon, and yelling.

Example: My mother was an aggressive parent in discipline, I became a submissive out of anxiety and low self esteem issues begin with, That is not negative as long as you deal with those issues, My parenting was more passive in that I allowed my mother and master make all the rules and I just mitigated, which would account for raising a naturally dominant . Her negative traits would include narcissistic tendencies and a power driven reward system. Again, not a given but as long as you strive learn, you recognize the tendencies. And if they were a single parent, as mine was, that influences the equation even more.

Now of course there will be variables. We are humans.
You may have a passive parent and an aggressive role model/disciplinarian. You may have an aggressive parent who left you with a passive caretaker or worse an Un-involved parent completely. There can be traumas that occured that alter the psyche. So many what ifs....But, I bet my bottom dollar that being naturally anything is a combination of nature, and nurture....

And so the cycle goes...

We are now at the end of the rabbit hole.
Follow the bunny tail and tell ...
Do you think this theory has merit? What was your parent's or your parenting style? What have been the results?

Surrender To Me
Posted:Jan 7, 2020 8:33 am
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2020 3:05 am
“That is your life now, and you are to think of nothing else, and regret nothing else. I want your dignity peeled away from you as if it were so many skins of the onion. I don’t mean that you should ever be graceless. I mean that you should surrender to me .”

“This was the real world then- Beauty and I, free to have each other and all the others gone. Just the two of us in my bedchamber, where I should envelop her naked soul in rituals and ordeals beyond our past experiences, our dreams. No one can save her from me No one can save me from her. poor slave, poor helpless slave...”
―A.N. Roquelaure, The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty
It's Just Breath Control...
Posted:Jan 5, 2020 11:50 pm
Last Updated:Jan 6, 2020 1:47 pm

It was a play day as he was home on leave. He had been gone to Africa for a couple of months, and now he was home, he was pushing my limits....seeing where our long distance and steamy chats would let him go. We had discussed breath play and my desire to make it happen. Somehow I knew I would fight back if he obstructed my airway... That would be interesting.

This was when he suggested cutting off the blood flow of my carotid arteries neck for a moment. I was a bit apprehensive and queried if I would be OK. His special forces training would come in handy , and I knew this. He looked deep into my dark eyes and told me my safety was first and he would be sure keep mw safe. As always, I agreed when I saw that look of undeniable sincerity.

We were into the hot play session and I had reached that place where all the desire and wanton lust within me was pouring back into him, feeding his dominance. His hunger to posses every inch of me was punctuated his hard cock thrusting into me , finally....as I began to undulate against him, it was clear I wanted more...
He placed his hands on either side of my neck...looking into my eyes deeply, he placed his thumbs into the smooth groove above my collar bones on each side and pressed gently but with more and more pressure...

Staring back into his eyes as he pressed into the soft groove finding racing heartbeat in my artery, and the ringing in my ears started. My eyes glazed while I felt his cock rub that sweet spot, as it pounded against my cervix, thrusting into me deep....and then the room started spinning a little...He could see it in my brown irises I was there, on the precipice...dangling in euphoria but not at the point of passing out .He released his pressure and the feeling of the blood flowing back into My brain went into effect and I began to orgasm simultaneously in the biggest release of life. My squirting sex was more like a gushing force as the streams arced across the bed...drenching everything including us...

Since then, I have tried it twice with someone I trusted, but it never did get there out of their fear or mine. Equally so, I have respect for how dangerous breath play can be or how quickly it can go wrong. So it may be one of those things I never achieve again, who knows. In the end, I least have the memory recall for you
Song for your playlist: Breath Control Recoil

“Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack 's reflection.”
― Lady Gaga

Happy Spankversary!
Posted:Jan 4, 2020 4:50 am
Last Updated:Jan 6, 2020 9:20 pm

January marks the month that makes it 1 year since my last spanking...

And that's just entirely too long when you love it as much as I do

What's your favorite way to be spanked or do the spanking?
And if you could spank me, where would you do it to make it memorable and pop my spanking cherry once more?

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Pleasure Slut's Sex Magik
Posted:Jan 3, 2020 6:14 pm
Last Updated:Jan 4, 2020 5:35 pm

A flogger of Elk and red velvet lined cuffs,
Black blindfold made of finest leather to touch,
You will not need to be sadistic nor rough,
She is a Pleasure Slut - Built for sensual and such

Orgasmic bliss is how she describes her sub space
Down the rabbit hole she is eroticism defined
Practicing sex magik in filmy black lace
She'll bewitch you with her dark eyes and mind

Succulent, wet, always ready to take
You can feel the heat off her, from every pore it emanates
The need to cum, or her clit will only ache
She is a Pleasure Slut - Made for you to fuck like a primate

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Another Auld Lang Syne
Posted:Jan 2, 2020 11:04 am
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2020 7:27 pm
I am kissing 2019 goodbye with the end of a decidedly hard year.
My husband/master had to return to the UK in order to get treatment and to bring his family there. That didn't work quite like we planned. That's how the cookie crumbles.

I'm trying to navigate returning to being single and now labeled as a widow. I'm not quite sure what other people think when they meet me and I am known as a widow. I'm sure it is intimidating and it makes someone think they might not want to tackle that. I can't say that I blame them. But the truth is, my Master's absence for that year cushions the blow and started to prepare me for what I'm facing now. And if you didn't know it, a widow usually means great sex because we usually haven't had any for quite some time

Typically, I would write a poem and be evasive with you, my readers. You would not read the whole truth in verbose wording. Or else, it would be hidden in some flowery words that are metaphorical. No, the simple fact is I loved him and he's gone. He found me on the blogs and now I have returned ever wiser than I was years ago.

It appears that we change but AdultFriendFinder does not. There are still the amount of fakers and scammers. There is still the frustrating reality that most people think way more of themselves than they really are. And there is also the disappointment of meeting new people time and time again and being disillusioned because they just don't meet up to the expectations you had online or in your fantasy.
I guess I defy the odds because he read my blog, messaged me and ended up moving from the UK and we spent a decade of loving one another, all because of blogging...

The following is your words of wisdom from the widow.on AdultFriendFinder:
1. If you don't try, you might as well buy some cats and become the cat person. Giving up your search isn't going to make it happen. .
2. If you are intrigued by someone, message them today and tell them that you want to meet. This brings it back to the beginning, it won't happen otherwise.
3. It is better to have loved and lost than not at all. Try to put your fear in check.
4. Start treating everyone with the premise that they may be giving hyperbole when it comes to what they think of themselves. It is an ally if that's what you think inside your head but it doesn't make it reality either. However time tells all...
5. Keep your faith that fate lends a hand. There is no denying chemistry and if it is there, you'd be a fool to pass it up.
6. Live everyday like it's your last because it may be. And don't ever let a day go by that you don't tell those that you love that you do.

For the rest of you that are here looking for a love potential or aren't looking for anyone, or are just here to read the blogs,.. I tip my hat to you for a new year filled with joyous moments and happiness.
T. Rex Sex VS. Nights with Sasquatch
Posted:Jan 1, 2020 9:36 am
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2020 11:57 am
It's 2020 and anything can happen...clearly
I mean, Dinosaur Sex is hip and Bigfoot Erotica is still hanging on.
Aren't you glad we're evolving and not devolving?

Maybe we used every other living creature and had to start resorting to those that are extinct or fantastical
What do you think?

Posted:Dec 30, 2019 2:13 pm
Last Updated:Jan 7, 2020 9:08 am

Because there just can't be anything more important

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