A poser’s wet dream

Clear a path you do-gooder Doms
vacate your ‘ho’ and climb a tree
cuz’ I’m gonna pack your slut
and widen her with my girth
I’m a silver-backed he-gorilla
on a jungle wide jamboree
and I’ve come to D/s-ville to celebrate my birth

I was spawned by the Head-Master
a true natural disaster from over yonder
in the Valley of BDSM
where no self-respecting Dom could ever dwell
Where every sub is as gentle as a twister
and ownership includes their sister
and an obligation to daily grind and blister
their twats hotter than hell

I was suckled by a flea-bitten badger
and weaned on tick and chigger gin
Sidewinders were my playmates as a young buck
and everyday I had to train
to become a chip off the ‘old block’
My tongue and gums were numb from so much cunnilingus
and I’d wear out a house of hussies
filling their pussies to the brim
just to warm-up my cock

I’m a one-of-a-kind Dom like no other
I’ll fuck your sisters, aunts, and mother
I’ll even make your straight-laced brother queer
But only if they beg all night
all whimpers, whines, and moans
and finally bribe me with a keg of beer

So, line-up gents, handover your subs
I’ll school you all in how to dominate
But don’t wait up, cuz’ I’m feeling frisky
and I’ve switched to whiskey
and I plan on filling each hole twice—
maybe thrice
Now give me some breathing room
don’t cramp my style
and I’ll send what’s left of your subs
back to you if you’re patient—
cuz’ it’ll take awhile

Yep! He was getting horny
His member grew an inch
Unfortunately, he only began with two
And now comes the thorny part
when it did quiver and flinch
He tried to pinch off the tip
while the whole shaft hid in his palm
But before he got his grip
there was a tiny pop and fizzle—
and over his hand it lightly did drizzle

No thunder-clap or roaring wind
just a spit before the calm
Another day was dawning
His right hand his only friend
The only sub in sight
a half-eaten sandwich
“Another masturbation morning,” he said
“What a bitch!”
though he hasn’t even mastered that

Good morning, little Peter Poser
a sad sack and loser
you’ll never have a sexy sub that creams and screams
Though, even you have a place to enter
Not as a Dom, as a john
and you won’t own, you’ll rent her
And, of course, you have each night
when you rest your weary head
when you lay upon your bed
and soak your hand
playing a Dom in your dreams

Alpha & kat’s D/s Code:

There is self-discovery through pleasure and pain for those willing, and with the courage, to take the journey.

Relationship bonds strengthen through shared vulnerabilities.

Unconditional love, respect, and total acceptance of your mate earns the trust necessary for Dom and sub to freely be themselves without the need for masks of any kind.

Constant communication, honest and heartfelt, binds the elements of the D/s dynamic and transforms Dom and sub into a cohesive pair: a symbiotic relationship with each reciprocating positive-for-positive.

Arousal Non-concordance

Have you ever been really turned on, quivering and shaking, literally begging your Dom, “Please, please, please, fuck me now, Daddy (or Sir or Master)!” And he says, “Not yet, kitten (or whatever his pet name is for you), not till you’re soaking wet.” And you are not. Maybe he thinks you’re not aroused at all—after all, the proof is in the pudding…er…wetness of the pussy—when in fact you’re about to spontaneously combust.

Or your Dom wants you to try something new, and it doesn’t really do anything for you, but he thinks you’re not being honest because you got wet. Again, wetness = arousal.

This is called arousal non-concordance. It’s nothing new; science has been aware of it for quite some time. And it happens to both women and men, though a much higher percentage of women are affected. It happens when arousal (the subjective feeling of desire) and genital response differ.

All genital response says (in both women and men) is that the genitals are reacting to something they perceive as sexually relevant, and it doesn’t have to be something that turns you on. For instance, pressure against the genitals—think riding a bike or tight pants—can get a reaction. Even watching porn with content that disgusts you can trigger a response. And so can rape. Your genitals—not your brain—perceived a sexual relevance.

Arousal, which is the subjective feeling of desiring/enjoying a sexual activity, takes place in the brain, while genital response takes place in the genitals. And only about 10% of the time do they overlap in women. It’s around 50% of the time for men.

The beauty of D/s is that in this situation you have ample time for your body or mind to play catch-up, to sync. Sex in a D/s relationship is not hurried, it’s slow and sensual, an erotic feast of sensation. There’s no rush to the finish line.

Alpha believes in the school of thought that “foreplay begins after the last orgasm”. When we’re together, he constantly feeds my arousal through words, deeds, and touch, which are not necessarily of a sexual nature. He knows women, knows their arousal is very much based on emotion. He knows he needs to pull my mind and body together for us to have mind-blowing sex. And he knew this before either one of us had heard of arousal non-concordance.

I think arousal non-concordance is more of a problem for vanilla couples than ones who practice D/s, although it still can happen. But if it does, just slow down…maybe request a mind fuck (Works for me!), and reach for the lube. And above all, don’t stress about it.

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: The Upside Downside

[This blog is primarily geared toward loving couples in a D/s relationship.]

 

Fun and frolic—orgasms galore
Fantasy fulfillment—pushing for more
Beware the hidden cost
That which may infect
When the Pied Piper comes to collect

Common sense and logic tell you that the longer you and your mate remain healthy the more time you will have to enjoy your D/s relationship. Unfortunately, one of the biggest factors that make D/s—BDSM appealing can transform it from an upside to a downside—a positive to negative—instantly when individuals and couples fail to maintain a mature attitude. Continue reading “D/s: The Upside Downside”