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Polyamory 3 - with slaves

As I was traveling to St. Ives,
I met a man with 7 wives
Said he, "It's much more fun
than gettting stuck with only one."

Polyamory and slaves.

In previous posts, I've talked about polyamory in relationships, and also about the ethics and benefits of poly but I haven't explained how this fits into a BDSM relationship so I will now take the opportunity to explain how I apply BDSM to poly relationships.

When I get a new slave, she must get along with the other slaves and the other slaves absolutely must welcome her. Keep in mind that this applies to permanent slaves that the intention is to collar. This most definitely is not for casual play partners (although it has sort of spontaneously happened with one wonderful little girl whom became a 'Water Brother' just because...she's awesome.  I will talk about the Water Brother concept too.) So let's take a look at the dynamics and how this can happen:

First and foremost, a slave must understand the concept of a Water Brother.  This comes from Robert
A. Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land, which is a required read.  A Water Brother is one with whom you share water. Water is the most fundamental and precious liquid source of life.  It is full of the lifeforce energy that makes up all of us -- and is the common binding element that makes up 80% of our bodies.   Sharing Water is a sacred ceremony where you acknowledge that the oneness of your being with the other and vow to honor that being for all time as part of your own being.  Jealousy being Water Brothers makes as much sense as my arm being jealous of my back during a back massage. The water that flows through all of us binds us together and unites us. While we have different roles, if you are a Water Brother, you are part of the flock, trusted and looked after as well as having a duty to look after the others needs as you look after your own.

A key concept here is giving up the notion of competition.  You can never be in competition with a Water Brother as each Water Brother brings strength to the whole.  My fingers don't compete to type this: they work together to type much faster than they could individually while sharing the burden so each finger contributes only a small share of the burden to accomplish a much grander task of typing this sentence.

So when a new slave is welcomed into the household, the other slaves must welcome her with their entire hearts, minds and bodies.  She is a new sister and member of the family -- she should be viewed a new sex partner and a helping hand who will lighten the burden of everyone while contributing her unique skills and energy to make everyone's life better.

Trust is paramount. Slave sisters are not permitted to lie nor deceive each other in any way.

Love is king. Slave sisters will be instructed to love each other and trained to open their hearts.

Devotion to their Master will be the unifying force. Whenever a conflict should arise, it is the Master's duty to smooth everything over buy helping each slave open to the possibility of love with her sister as a duty that is a part of serving their Master.

So a slave sister looks upon a new sister as a new wife for her.  She is every bit as important as a wife and she must tend to her needs as a wife.  Of course I believe that people grow much closer through sexual contact and orgasming together and so it is a duty of each slave sister to cum with each other sister at least twice a day.  Obviously, the more sisters there are, the greater a burden this becomes and if my clan grows to a size that this becomes impractical, I will devise a system where lovers are rotated.

So, with the tantric tradition of our bodies being energy first with a huge energy center in our hearts, slave sisters will be instructed on opening their hearts to one another -- feeling the physical sensation of love. This can be accomplished by using tantric energy exercises (lol, that's a blog post all on it's own) and through eye gazing exercises to begin with.  Eye gazing is quite simple: Slaves are arranged so they are standing and gazing into each other's eyes  Then I guide their minds with my voice (and using some hypnosis...again, that's another post but a damn powerful tool when used by a responsible Master).  I guide them to look into each other's souls and see the vulnerabilities, the scared little girls, looking at the parts that thought they could never be loved...so they realize that deep down they are both wanting to be loved.  While constantly gazing into each other's eyes, I have them open up to each other, mentally showing the other the parts of themselves that feel unworthy of love...and invite them to embrace each other and love those parts. Sisters must love and accept their sisters for all their faults and weaknesses as well as strengths.  If a sister has a disability or sickness...the other girls are there to help her.  Why? Because they are family now.

Slave sisters are trained and encouraged into a state of compersion (see the polyamory post that discusses this). Compersion has been likened to the opposite emotion of jealousy. If a sister sees 2 other sisters making love -- she feels joy at their union: happy that her lovers are finding joy in each other. If she wishes to join in, she may and the other sisters will joyously accept her into the playtime.

As this process continues (and it is a process that takes some time...new slave sisters can take to it like a fish to water or struggle with it...and those that struggle must be lead by example to break their old, selfish habits of limited love) a slave sister becomes ever more confident in trusting her sisters completely -- and unlike many relationships, knows that her Master will punish her for being small, petty and unsharing and that he will also guarantee the loyalty and devotion of her sisters to her.  Traditional relationships have no such guarantees and often suffer from fears as one partner pulls away and the other pulls back fearful of being hurt. This is simply not an option amongst slave sisters and so I offer them an opportunity of loving freely and deeply without the risk of being hurt.

Slave sisters also grow to appreciate that love making SHOULD involve at least 3 people -- or at least that is their preference. It most definitely is mine as I find it more pleasurable to have many hands caressing and yet there is a certain lack of pressure on any one participant as it is a group activity now that benefits from the energy that each person brings. Of course, the benefits also include someone to get juice, lube, snacks or blankets -- and to be able to take small breaks with no pressure on that person as the lovemaking continues uninterrupted. Instead of a girl suffering a fear of performing badly....she now has a partner or two to help her. And there is more eyes available to ensure that everyone's needs are taken care of.

I want to state clearly here that I don't look at love-making with multiple slaves from a purely selfish perspective of having multiple girls to please me.  In actual fact, it's a lot more work and requires skill and empathy to do correctly -- but a key is making sure that the girls are enjoying themselves with each other. If they are happy, that is the number one thing that makes me happy. Slaves joyously loving each other and cumming with each other is my number one goal.

Ageplay

Ageplay is a form of roleplaying between two (or more, heh heh) consenting adults where participants act as if they are a different age than their biological age.   It may or not be sexual but the primary characteristics are the powerplay, lack of responsibility, and re-experiencing the emotional states and interactions of your youth.

Usually people pretend to be much younger than they are with common ageplay ages being:  baby (0-16months old);  toddler (2-3 years old); young child (4-7); prepubescent child (8-11); preteen (12-13); and teenager (14-17).  However, the girl may get off on the guy playing an elderly man, for example...it doesn't matter: if you are roleplaying a different age: it's ageplay.

Ageplayers who pretend to be little girls call themselves littles. They often refer to 'their little self' as way of owning their little persona and incorporating it into their adult life. Littles love to see things from a childlike perspective -- and point out when people are not sharing and being mean!

Ageplay, for me, is highly sexual but I've played with girls who love it just for the fact that she gets to
color and make drawings and just plain be a little girl with no responsibilities nor worries. A girl can get off on the fact that her Daddy will take care of everything -- and she gets to re-experience the safety and security of having an ever loving, strong Daddy who knows everything and will take care of her.

I used the term Daddy above, but that's just a form of roleplaying -- it's not required nor is the incest element a defining characteristic.  In fact, having sex with some related to me doesn't work for me at all -- yet a girl calling me Daddy and being my little girl...damn, that's hot. I think the Daddy part is one of the easiest ways to establish a roleplaying scene where love and a close emotional connection are assumed.

The real reason that I love littles
As a Daddy, there's clearly one element that attracts me to this: the big-ass heart of a little girl!! Fuck your baggage: love me like you've never been hurt. Little girls have the biggest, purest hearts -- and they love with all of it! It's not conditional. It's not judgmental.  It's just love.  And who can deny or hurt* a little girl that loves you with all her heart?!  It's addictive <3

*- Ok, I can spank the hell out of her tight little bottom...but I'm talking about heart/mind hurts.

Ageplay is not considered pedophilia or related to pedophilia by professional psychologists. It's roleplaying that allows the girl the freedom to open up like a child in ways she might not in her adult shell. And for Daddies...there is a certain assumed power dynamic of an adult having absolute say over the child -- but this dynamic can have a loving, tender element attached to it that is far different than say, a Nazi/Jewess roleplay. The Daddy has the authority but need not enforce his will so sternly: his word is often enough.  Not that Daddies don't spank ;)

Aside from the girl having all of her burdens disappear when she becomes a little, she loses not only the responsibilities in her but the concept of responsibility too. Her world becomes one about play.  And now she's free to do the things she still enjoys such as play with dolls, stuffed animals and pencil crayons. In fact, if she didn't like stuffed animals (aka stuffies) I might suspect there was something seriously wrong with her. 

Some age players like to go to infant form -- to be just physical and maybe not even know any words at all.  It's like a self-imposed kind of bondage if you think about it.  Instead of gags and rope, the baby just plain can't speak or walk.  And there is also diapers involved which can get them off with changing -allowing for exposure and touching of genitalia when cleaning them up.  Note: they may be playing...but she still can have some big girl poops and so...well, I prefer girls in the 8-12 range. ;)

The effect of a big heart and the innocent worldview I find intoxicating.  There is one subbie I know who does it so well and so whole-heartedly that she's just seems like the most delightful sweetie ever! Even though she doesn't match the physical body type I've posted about earlier (though she does have a very pretty face and the bestest long straight black hair <3  ) ...but it's her energy and her sweet little-girlness that truly won me over.  And with Ashlie (who just had a birthday and turned 11) it's nice because they play well together and both love stuffies!

Hmmm...you know, I haven't mentioned this blog at all to her. I should really send her the link. :)

The reason I enjoy ageplay so much is also because I get to share with the girl her sense and remembrance of her awakening sexuality. I get to really learn about what makes her tick by hearing about her first feelings and awareness of sexual feelings.  From the first time she touched herself in the show to the first time she remembers squeezing her legs together in the way it felt really good.

I'm sure I'll write more about littles and ageplay...but it's bedtime. So get off to bed and I'll be up in 5 minutes to tuck you in. 


Loving your Pets

I am writing this specifically because I am wanting to express my love and profound appreciation for my slave Ashlie.

We I first took her on as a slave, I already liked her a bunch.  When I collared her-- I do so because I knew she was a keeper.  I remember saying to her though, "You are not and will never be my girlfriend. If you want this, then you will have to look elsewhere. If you accept this collar, you will put all notions of being a girlfriend out of your mind and become my property."

Well, that most definitely occurred.

Yet I've noticed subtle shifts in our relationship that have occurred.  The number one shift that I did not expect to be so profound is, I fell deeply in love with her.  Of course, I tend to bond with those I have sex with -- and I just can't do the thing where I have sex with someone I don't care about (I've noticed a certain lack of, well, wood in those cases -- even when I find them physically attractive. But if there is not emotional component, I can't do it. Well, more to the point, I don't WANT to do it.)  So having her to fuck anytime I please means that we are sharing energy and experiences and ...well, love.

But unlike a girlfriend who has demands and tries to shape and manipulate-- Ashlie is a supreme example of a submissive goddess.  Her willingness to serve me is palpable and she always looks out for me first.   Hmmmm,  the thoughts going through my head now are leaning towards the love people have for their pets. Let me explain. A dog becomes a very real and loved part of the family. A dog is tremendously loyal, loving and is always eager to play and serve. And this love is untarnished by the pet's expectations and attempts to control you (that simply does not happen.)  And as a result?   We love our pets often more intensely and unconditionally than even our closest spouse. And this is precisely what I believe has happened with myself and Ashlie.

I've also found that any faults and imperfections that she has -- well, she accepts me so fully and unconditionally and I just naturally accept all of those aspects of her and beautiful and unique aspects of a wonderful slave.  The things that she has difficulties with actually make me love her more. I know she's not perfect. Hell, other Masters would probably think she's too skinny and dislike her tiny, perky little tits. Fuck those guys. She's mine and I love every inch of her because she has given me the honour of giving it all to me.

Like the Buddhist philosophy teaches us: do not mourn the past nor worry about the future but live in the present. Accept the present for what it is and rejoice in the wonder that is life.  This is how I look at Ashlie. I don't concern myself with the Ashlie that could have been or some made up concept of what Ashlie should be like -- neither of these viewpoints serves me and would actually be detrimental to our relationship.  Instead, I look at my wonderful pet and see her for who she is. The real trick is to look at her flaws from the perspective of, "How does this make her an even more perfect slave and how can turn this flaw into my advantage." It's a fun game. And in the end, I think she knows that no matter what happens, I will look after her and love her -- just as a people would do almost anything to help the family pet and love that pet through any medical condition or infirmity.

Like any woman, she has strengths and weaknesses, flaws and quirks unique to her.   And like every fully devoted slave -- she is perfect just as she is.

Love Note from a slave #2

I had never cried before during a scene. Then again, I had never been hit so hard, so unforgivingly, or so repetitively in such a short amount of time. He had proven to be different from the other Doms I had experienced before though. He had already shown me so many new and wonderful things in just two sessions alone.

The punishment was to be 47 lashes on the backside. They were to be administered with His leather belt. Needless to say I was terrified. His dominance assured me, though, that there was nothing to fear. Not really. He had me bent over the bed, bare-assed, hands over my head, ring gag in my mouth, and face being pressed into my soaked panties.

I was fine until the thirteenth lash came down. He reminded me that thirteen was His favorite number, and He wanted it to really count. The lash came down hard, so hard that the force of it pushed the first sobs out of me. They came so unexpectedly, and the next thing I knew, tears were streaming down my face. With the ring gag in my mouth, my sobs were loud and I was unable to muffle them or cover them. All I could do was keep crying. Keep counting each lash number out loud. Keep sobbing out "Thank you Sir".

Calling out "yellow" to slow the scene or "red" to stop the scene were not even options for me. Truth is, as bad as it hurt and as overwhelmed as I was, I did not want it to stop. I can't remember a single moment during the punishment that I thought to myself "I wish this was over already". At the same time, it wasn't a pain I enjoyed. It was't a pain that gave me sexual satisfaction. The satisfaction that the punishment evoked was much deeper than that. A satisfaction to my submissive self. A satisfaction that I could and would take every lash He delivered. Too many times had I experienced Doms who treated me like I was so fragile and breakable. At my showing the slightest bit of discomfort they would slow down or stop altogether. He wasn't like that though. He knew I could handle it. Showed me that I could take it. And when it was all said and done, and the tears were still welling up in my eyes and streaming down my face, He looked down at me and smiled His wonderfully beautiful smile. "You were very good," He said. I melted. That's when I knew. This is what I needed. This is what I craved. To be so completely overtaken, so completely overwhelmed. Then, at the end of it all, to look up into a strong, caring, and reassuring face and hear the words "good girl" murmured in my ear.


How to win my heart

How to Win My Heart (a guide for slaves)

Be open and available to me, non-judgmental  and pure.
Have a wicked sense of humour.
Be insatiable and hornier than 20 women.
Love from the heart.
Never once have a single pubic hair in your whole life.
Be filled with delicious submissiveness that fills your every pore.
Have no idea how to say, "No".  
Be highly intelligent.
Be warm and innocent.
Be as perverse as a convicted pedophile priest and yet as loving as a saint.
Feel best when you are tightly bound by my ropes.
Love like a young teenager who has never been hurt.
Share your porn.
Share your drugs.
Be a hedonist and love to dance.
Be thin and pretty as I love to have arm candy.
Remember the things I forget yet forget any minor grievances.
Cuddle me morning, noon and night.
Play video games with me.
If I get too distracted by games: spread your ass cheeks to remind me that I love you.
Masturbate frequently and tell me about it.
Make obscure jokes.
Find the perfect fame girl or JO or both.
Mix me drinks that are way too strong.
Laser off and predominantly remove your pubic hair.
Live to be tied up by me.
Prefer anal sex.
Love love love to dress up as a slut.
Be proud of being a slut for me.
And  put my collar on your neck and wear it proudly forever.


A love note from a slave

A love note from a slave:

The next day when You are gone,
I can still feel You.

I can feel the heat from Your hands smacking my ass through my jeans as I sit.

I can feel You biting my lip when You kiss me.

I can feel Your desire to see me cum still resonating in my pussy.

I can feel the sting on my face as if I were still there.

I can feel the control in Your hands when they're on my throat.

I can feel Your excitement build from the noises I make.

I can feel Your power evolve as I react to Your control.

I can feel Your trust in me as I give in to Your will.

I can feel You grow with every new experience.

I can feel Your need to have me, to own me, to have me do anything for You.

I can feel that You need this as much as I do.

Days away I can still feel You
Touching me, changing me

 
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