Some Thoughts on D/s…

For a D/s relationship to survive long term, couples need a solid foundation of vanilla (yes, I did write vanilla) love; it will carry them through the hard times all couples experience. For D/s isn’t constant and unchanging, it ebbs and flows in the way of all relationships. Stronger one day, weaker the next.

So many factors play into how intense the D/s dynamic is day to day: physical health, depression, work, family, separation, to name just a few, can take their toll. In other words, life gets in the way. And if we demand our Dom/Domme or sub to always, no matter what, fulfill their agreed-upon roll, it can harm the basic underpinnings of the relationship. Wants and needs of both can fluctuate, and the dynamic has to be adjusted accordingly.

Sometimes, amping up the D/s gets you through; but at other times, taking off the pressure by stepping back is the way to go. Each situation is different, and must be handled using your best judgement. There can even be times when extreme circumstances cause the relationship to have a distinct vanilla flavor, but that’s okay. It will not last. Not if the relationship was first built on unconditional love. (And not just lip service claiming unconditional love.)

Unconditional love accepts who you are, including the person you were before D/s. It says, “I love you, and will accept and stick by you irregardless of D/s.” It says, “If all we have from this point forward is vanilla, I am still here, will always be here.” That tells your partner you are safe with them, that you never have to pretend to be something you are not; love and commitment should not be contingent on playing a certain role.

When each person is given the freedom to just be who they are (or need to be) at any given time, without fear of consequences, they feel validated, and it enables them to meet in the middle and get the relationship, whether D/s or vanilla, back on track. Sometimes the track veers off in a slightly different direction afterward, but that’s okay. Nothing that grows stays static…it’s always in a constant state of change.

Most couples implement the D/s dynamic because one—only one—desires it. And though the one who is led to it may not need it, they recognize the other’s need, and out of love, agree. And here’s the slippery slope: if the one wanting D/s cannot compromise, if to them it’s all or nothing (the me-me-me mentality), their love is not unconditional, and the relationship will eventually fall apart. Unconditional love sees what the other needs. Unconditional love is not selfish. And unconditional love compromises.

Compromises—so much of our relationships are built upon them. Give me this, I’ll give you that. I’ll take this, you take that. And we can’t resent our partner if they aren’t playing the game exactly like we want them to. After all, are we playing exactly like they would like us to? Think about it…look at it from their side. And then meet in the middle.

What Happens In Dallas…

Missy, Sissy, Lizzie, Millie, Susie, Betty, and Debbie, known back in high school as the “Seven Blonde Babes”, still did everything together. Though their high school days were far behind them—most had children and all but Lizzie were married—they were still best friends, and no matter how hectic their lives, still got together the last Friday of the month for a girl’s night out.

They met up at Lizzie’s after work, did each other’s makeup and hair, put on their party clothes, then piled into Lizzie’s Suburban. From there it was about a thirty-minute drive to Dallas, where they hit the bars and drank and danced into the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes they did more than drink and dance, sometimes the night’s entertainment contained a man or two. Or more. But they always had to be the right sort of men, the alphas who were into rough sex, spankings and such. All the Seven Blonde Babes were into kink, and none of the six who were married ever got enough from their husbands. And since they always spent the night at Lizzie’s following their night out, no one was expecting them home. They could let go.

It was all just innocent fun, and what happened in Dallas stayed in Dallas.

So, when two guys came on to them, two good-looking macho guys dressed in expensive suits, then invited them to take the party to Mitch’s (the taller of the two) house, the Seven Blonde Babes conferred and all agreed that it sounded like fun. Two guys, seven girls…the possible combinations were endless. And who knew, they might get tied up and face-fucked, or at the very least get a good spanking out of it, especially if they asked nicely and said pretty-please. Continue reading “What Happens In Dallas…”

Taken in Hand

Ordered to lie
Facedown on bed
Blindfold on eyes
Hands tied, legs spread

Hard smack of hand
On panty-clad ass
Wanton hips rise
Lips gasp

Rough hand jerks panties
Down to quivering knees
Leather softly caresses
Please, Daddy, please…

Slap…squeal of pain
Slap…moan of pleasure
He knows what she craves
He’s taken her measure

Rosy blush that blooms
Dusky bruises that form
Will color her world
And keep her heart warm

His marks on her body
Will be a reminder every day
To mind her Daddy Dom
Or she will pay

But please tell me this—
Is a sound spanking really pay
Since she’s been a good girl
Or instead fundamental play

For kat needs Daddy
To take her in hand
To tame her wild side
And prove he’s a man

Kinky Nursery Rhyme

One, two,
No clothes, no shoes;
Three, four,
Kneel at door;
Five, six,
Bag of tricks;
Seven, eight,
Laid out straight;
Nine, ten,
What and when;
Eleven, twelve,
He dips and delves;
Thirteen, fourteen,
Spanks His queen;
Fifteen, sixteen,
Until blush is seen;
Seventeen, eighteen,
Unzips His jeans;
Nineteen, twenty,
Kinky fun a’plenty.

Freaky Foursome

Ben and Bob Bell are brothers quite close

If truth be known they’re much closer than most

Ben is the elder—by two minutes is all

But he hasn’t ever led, cuz’ he’s a half-size too small

 

Ben’s five-foot and six inches, while Bob’s six-foot and five

And natural law states the Alpha is the one best able to survive

Ben don’t think much neither, his IQ is 10-points south of fool

While Bob is north of genius, a bona fide intellectual

 

Normally, Ben would be nothing but prey in this dog-eat-dog world

But anyone try that with Ben is picked up by Bob and hurled

And everywhere Bob goes Ben has always gone as well

From must to willing he follows Bob, most likely straight to hell

 

Ya’ see Bob holds a grudge for what Life saddled them with

Forced to live a life most people think is just a myth

From first breath until now, and probably till the grave

They’ve never known joy or peace, or satisfaction for what they crave

 

So Life’s many payments of pain Bob decided to reimburse

But Life has a way of changing things, not always from bad to worse

Bob discovered a path to the D/s world, and led his brother Ben

The way Life’s mistreated them, they were ready-made for sin

 

Known as the Mutt and Jeff of BDSM: Master and brotherly knave

Tag-teaming the kinkiest freaks: owning each willing slave

Their monster reputation, outcasts on society’s fringe

Drew a cult-like following of subs craving a unique slave binge

 

When they reached the pinnacle in the darkest outermost kink

Contentment still eluded them, their lives continued to stink

And just before their minds became totally deranged

Something unexpected occurred that brought a welcomed change

 

Betty and Bella came to the Bell Brother’s dungeon

Seeking a Master eager to punish and plunge-in

They hoped for the best, but prepared for the worst

For these sisters, like the brothers, had been born totally cursed

 

It was lust at first sight, and they liked each other too

Betty was the brainy one, and Bella, like Ben, the fool

Brothers paired with the slave sisters into a freaky foursome

With Bob still the Master, making his slaves and whores cum

 

Within a week of meeting the couples agreed to wed

The four of them together, forever in one bed

Brother twins, sister twins, both pairs from birth conjoined

Now paired with their soul-mates, their hearts willingly purloined

 

Who better to be together and get their kinky freak on…

than this freaky foursome that has lived through hell and gone?