Obsession

When a long-term fantasy becomes a mind-blowing reality, does the object of obsession decrease, increase, or transform?

The spent form before him glistened from the staggered moonlight squeezing between the half-closed blinds. His sweat mingled with hers. His the more abundant, the outpouring of intense effort.

No outward effort on her part, though equally intense…for she had to endure.

Naked. Completely exposed to his wandering eyes and roaming hands. A visual feast. A tantalizing tactile trip from head-to-toe, with countless repeat journeys.

The first ninety-minutes of the session spread-eagled on her back: wrists and ankles bound. The second half of the session on her stomach, ass raised on pillows. No gag. Never a gag. It’s such a fucking turn-on to hear, with clarity, every whimper, moan, groan, and scream his obsessive use of her body elicits—but especially the words.

Though he is a man—and like most men, visually stimulated—never discard auditory arousal. The rush he gets when she pleads to be spanked and fucked harder triggers a harder erection. When she begs him to “please stop,” knowing full-well he’ll push her to the next level can actually add an inch to his member. And when she screams “Daddy” in the throes of orgasmic release, he’s forever thankful to be a man—and a natural Alpha.

So, when a long-term fantasy becomes a mind-blowing reality, does the object of obsession decrease, increase, or transform?

In his case, she increased and transformed into his sole object of affection and adoration.

D/s Dom on campus meets wannabes with no class

After a Power Point presentation
at my alma mater, OSU
A young man named Tim
with a shit-eating grin,
said, “How can I do what you do?”

There always seems to be at least one
after I’ve given a talk on D/s
that think two hours of wisdom
can be condensed into a sentence
of ten words or less

Did he want to be a mature Dom
desiring to treat his sub right?
Hell no! “Don’t waste my time,” he said
“Where do I find the subs
that I can own and fuck all night?”

Sometimes I simply shrug it off
a silent scoff at misguided youth
Other times things just stink too bad
I began to think he was the missing link
His words and actions the proof

Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse
another fellow came up to say,
“Can Doms really have a stable of slaves
all at his beck and call? –
Come on, man—point the way!”

Needless to say, my frustration grew
They heard my lecture but missed the point
Self-centered play date posers
and dungeon dom wannabe losers
always get my nose out of joint

So, I casually looked them in the eyes,
both number one and number two fool
Neither of you are ready for a slave…
You won’t protect your sub, it’s just sex you crave
After all, how would you like to be a slave to someone like you?

Proving their immaturity, they huffed and puffed and gave me the look
and had the audacity to call me a “kinky freak”
I smiled and said, “The exit’s that way…
Go find a nursery where you can play
You’ll never be Doms in demand with characters so weak.”

Obviously, they both wanted to punch me…
but for once they showed a bit of sense
You see, those who can’t are aware of those who can,
wannabes and posers imitate the can-do man…
but quickly back-off when their arrogance runs into real confidence

All subs deserve a Dom that earns respect and trust
It’s a necessity, not a suggestion…it’s an actual factual must
Take your time when you select…
Be forthright and direct…
Don’t get stuck with a dom that’s derelict

Rhyme and Reason

This blog is just one of numerous ways I express myself
But me, myself, and I are so much more
The same is true of kat…
what’s been said, or written, or read
It’s just a small part of what we think,
what we feel,
what we explore, cherish, adore…
perhaps even an occasional thing we deplore
Whatever is going on in our hearts or heads;
at least with the primary topics
we’ve chosen to touch upon in this blog…
or additional tidbits from time-to-time,
which doesn’t sound like much of a crime to me

Unfortunately, we too have experienced
what some of you have experienced
when utter fools vomit their comments
derived from brain farts and shriveled hearts
But in a society, that trades J.C. for PC
and tradition for perdition
and sedition—with no better solution,
along with the socio-political point-the-finger
but pass-the-buck never touch the truth omission,
what else could we expect?
When over half the population
cannot intelligently explain why they believe
what they claim to believe
because they’ve acquired their beliefs through sound bytes
instead of reason, research, and experience…
it continually grows an environment
that breeds the technologically plugged-in
but socially disconnected miscreants
that wander the web
and spew chunks of negative chatter
verbal blood splatter
because they know no better way—
like the Mad Hatter

As I always say,
“intelligence without common sense is nonsense”

For those of you that have experienced it
like us, do not fear nor fret
their infantile path to future regret
Forever lost on their self-defeating quest
to Warhol’s fifteen minutes of fame
They, like jesters, verbally masturbate
uninvited
into the lives of strangers
for 15-nano-seconds of infamy

When such fools comment on our blog
kat and I press delete with a smile
and repeat delete if they return after awhile
They do not merit more,
but they do merit less,
for they, like all with entitlement attitudes,
forever take, but produce nothing of value in return
So, we simply spurn their attempts to ignite
a flame of discontent,
which is merely a mask of weak minds
and insecurity,
and the lackadaisical way
of elevating themselves in their own eyes…
by denigrating others,
because they lack the intelligence, character, or talent
to elevate themselves any other way

Kat and I enjoy blogging,
along with the rest of our interests and activities
And the pranks and depravities
of puny-minded pud-nockers
and virtual world stockers
need to stay in their place of disgrace…
cuz’ they’ll never be given space in ours.
After all, delete is so easy to repeat

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PS: Now that I’ve had my say on the mean-spirited trolling internet assholes of humanity—
I hope and wish the rest of you good people have a nice day.

D/s: Prefer real scenes: Pt.3 Feeding the senses

This is the third part in a series of posts telling how kat and I incorporate sex into everyday activities, hobbies, past-times, etc.

Sensory play is well-known in the D/s world. The standard versions usually have the sub bound and blindfolded while the Dom chooses a variety of items to tantalize her senses.

However, this is a series about how we find sexual stimulation with everyday activities. So, this post will discuss art/photography, massages, and romantic dining, because sensory stimulation and sexual arousal can be achieved with each. Continue reading “D/s: Prefer real scenes: Pt.3 Feeding the senses”

D/s: Prefer real scenes: (Pt.2) In tune with each other

In the first part of this series I explained how kat and I prefer to incorporate sex into our daily activities, hobbies, past-times, etc., instead of participating in the standard pretend play scenes (like Master/slave, Teacher/student, Doctor/nurse). And I ended the post by explaining how my love for motorcycles can and has been included in our sex-life.

Today’s post will touch on a few ways we utilize music to enhance our sex-life. Continue reading “D/s: Prefer real scenes: (Pt.2) In tune with each other”