tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61636922011-04-22T01:34:14.299-04:00lovesongs for underdogsHi, I'm Danor. I'm a sexual submissive. I have/had a diary <a href=http://www.opendiary.com/entrylist.asp?authorcode=B219361>here</a>. All my old entries are still there.<BR><BR>This diary contains my thoughts on sex and submission, real-life happenings between me and my wonderful Dom (Kam), stories and fantasies, etc.<BR><BR>Linking a site from this blog does not indicate my approval of the practices and doctrines endorsed therein. I link kink-related sites that I find interesting.Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comBlogger1061100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1143857856827865122006-03-31T21:17:00.000-05:002006-03-31T21:17:36.836-05:00*eyebrow*Did someone try to change my password?Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1092846597159664442004-08-18T12:10:00.000-04:002004-08-18T12:29:57.160-04:00So, what's new?
Well, Kam's having a steamy affair with a sexy, full-lipped submissive on another continent, and I've turned into a really, really sadistic dominatrix.
No, really.
Well, that last part is only in my bedtime fantasies, and that first part is strictly long-distance at this point.
OK, let's break it down.
Thesis 1: I am really, really unsubmissive right now, in that I put Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1090978877099665892004-07-27T21:35:00.000-04:002004-07-27T21:41:17.100-04:00meditation: superhero
Superhero. Someone like us, who is so much more than us. Someone who shows us our own face... human, breakable, tired, confused... and then shows us the powers we wish we possessed along with it. The strength to do what is in our hearts. The strength to do what we really, truly want to do... not lazily, but with our strongest inner selves. Our spirits are willing but Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1090764727193215522004-07-25T09:48:00.000-04:002004-07-25T10:12:07.193-04:00Do other girls have this problem: Right before, during, and after That Time of the Month, my vagina becomes very, very tender, so that it's very sensitive and sex feels better than usual, but also, it starts to hurt fairly quickly. Like, say we have one go-round of sex that lasts maybe fifteen minutes because we haven't seen each other for so long, and then an hour later we're watching a MuppetsDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1090554386738195962004-07-22T22:55:00.000-04:002004-07-22T23:46:26.736-04:00Doms creep me out
(Warning: I am drunk.)
Okay, so, there are, like, two dominant males I know who don't just give me the complete heebies. Not counting Kam, since I'm not sure he would be dominant, like, as a lifestyle if it weren't for me. Kam isn't cocky. He doesn't go around assuming it's his prerogative to spank girls. He can be very dominant, but he can also be very gentle and humbleDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1090274073569102862004-07-19T17:50:00.000-04:002004-07-19T17:54:33.570-04:00Yeah, so I haven't been here in ages, and especially not to write about anything kinky, because, well, there hasn't been anything kinky to write about.
See, Kam's sex drive has been close to zip for quite some time now. And along with it, his Dom-energy. Some of you know that he has cystic fibrosis, and have varying understandings of what that means, but one of the things it means is that hisDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1088912633389140752004-07-03T23:40:00.000-04:002004-07-03T23:43:53.390-04:00I've been at the beach for the past week. Yeah, I'm sure you all missed me profoundly.
I just went to see Spider-Man. Besides being an excellent movie, it gave me to think about my sexual predilections, more on which later, plus related topics such as wet Communion.
In the meantime, here's an excerpt from my paper journal from this past week. This one isn't a joke.
Almost I cherish my Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1087785521107274022004-06-20T20:53:00.000-04:002004-06-20T22:38:41.106-04:00That coherent and kink-relevant post has been indefinitely detained at the airport in Turkmenistan. Its part will be performed tonight by its irresponsible understudy, which does not fit into the costume and is on book. Thank you for your continued patience.
What I like about kneeling at the communion rail is that you don't have to pretend anything is okay. It's a position of total neediness Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1086838868969768282004-06-18T22:25:00.000-04:002004-06-18T22:26:12.470-04:00Deep green hills
Whose shoulders fade
Into thick gray
Tall wet grass
Whose flesh makes fools
Of grazing sheep
Whose fleecing makes a fool of me
Whom shall I blame
For this sweet and heavy trouble
For every stupid struggle
I don't know
I could buy you a drink
I could tell you all about it
I could tell you why I doubt it
And why I still believe
But I can't say it like I sing it
And I Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1086262595530362442004-06-03T07:27:00.000-04:002004-06-05T23:21:29.153-04:00For someone who thinks of herself as pretty laid-back and straightforward, not to mention untalkative, I sure do get embroiled in online drama with surprising frequency. Course, a lot of it is due to a certain wise-assish and incendiarily sarcastic BOY of my acquaintance, but you wouldn't think that in this day and age of Women's Liberation I would actually have to explain that his comments Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1086016909419288272004-05-31T11:17:00.000-04:002004-05-31T11:21:49.420-04:00Reason #1,452 to be glad one is a girl:
One's state of arousal is not evident when one is fully clothed.
This is particularly important to me as I get sopping wet at rather unorthodox times, such as when kneeling at the altar rail to receive communion.
I thank thee, Almighty God, for not creating me a man.Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1085718608444980312004-05-27T23:44:00.000-04:002004-05-29T00:41:54.113-04:00OK, I haven't written in a while and this meme is making the rounds, so I'll have a go: 100 Things About Me, Part One.
1. I took ballet throughout my childhood. Our recitals were based on Disney musicals. I was a Little Mermaid and a flower at Cinderella's wedding, but I missed being a snowflake in the woods of the Beast's castle because I had chicken pox.
2. I think God and Joss Whedon Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1085090526542471552004-05-20T17:45:00.000-04:002004-05-20T18:07:02.790-04:00So, I graduated from college. Yes, congratulations, I know. :-P Looking for jobs, don't want to talk about it, don't bring it up. I'll talk about it when there's good news.
Kam asked me the other day if I was sad that we'd been so vanilla for so long.
Here, I think, is the precise, and long, answer.
I don't regret that he's not ordering me around or acting dominant. I've discovered, Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1084468308884757262004-05-13T13:11:00.000-04:002004-05-13T13:11:48.883-04:00Oh, I forgot that I've added a couple of new links over there to your right. Enjoy. I certainly am.Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1084468245969347902004-05-13T12:54:00.000-04:002004-05-13T13:10:45.970-04:00Kam and I are in a totally vanilla phase right now. Lots of great hot sex, but no kink beyond some routine hair-pulling. So, I have not much to write about on the kink front.
Other topics of interest (to me) include:
Crocheting. I finished my afghan. It's huge. The other night I was at Kam's and I realized I had misplaced my crochet hook, and I got the weirdest jones to crochet. I was allDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1083999843565914342004-05-08T03:04:00.000-04:002004-05-08T03:08:32.700-04:00Things I'd like to say to certain people, but probably never will
1. You never seem to laugh at yourself. I think there'd be a lot less to laugh at if you did.
2. I'd be a lot more worried about you if I didn't know, from personal experience, how much it's possible to outgrow.
3. You don't believe you are lovable, and therefore you are overly grateful to be loved. You are worth so much Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1083521578326512472004-05-02T14:12:00.000-04:002004-05-02T14:17:19.750-04:00Thanks, Morpheus
"Do you think everyone is insane, or is it just people who have blogs?"
I asked Kam that recently in a fit of frustration. I've been seriously considering just cutting myself off from all reading of others' blogs, because it frequently gets me upset, and I really don't have that emotional energy to spare right now. It doesn't bother me so much when people just describe what IDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1083471743027308012004-05-02T00:22:00.000-04:002004-05-02T01:12:43.373-04:00Things I could never live without
OKCupid.com asks for "the SIX things you could never live without) as part of your profile. The snarkier answer "Food, water, shelter, oxygen..." while the perkier say things like "Lip gloss, Pantene Pro-V for fine hair," and the more sentimental, "Friends, family, my dog..."
I was thinking today about what we need (and cannot live without) versus what we wantDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1082983078105198442004-04-26T08:37:00.000-04:002004-04-26T08:42:10.780-04:00Sarah commented in her blog today: I don't know of any girl with a romantic, sexy, fun loss of virginity story. If anyone wants to tell me one, please do!
I shall!
I was nineteen and a half, and it was to Kam. I was in my dorm room. We'd already been doing lots of heavy petting and oral sex and stuff, but the sword, so to speak, had not yet found its sheath. I had decided I was ready the Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1082862668313873572004-04-24T23:11:00.000-04:002004-04-24T23:15:19.296-04:00I am still looking for a job for after graduation (which is in approximately 3 weeks now) and I really hate this. I don't WANT a job. I want to contine being irresponsible and doing the stuff I wanna do.
I have concluded that the career path I am really cut out for is Kept Woman. (In the latest New Yorker is a cartoon of a woman confiding to a friend, "I'm a stay-at-home mom without kids."Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1082755103511551512004-04-23T17:18:00.000-04:002004-04-23T17:50:31.043-04:00Minor arcana, II
(Or, Mommy Would Never Buy Me A Magic Eight Ball)
As you may have gathered from my last post, I'm learning to read tarot cards. Just another one of those things. I've ordered a Universal Waite deck from Amazon.com, and in the meantime I'm using a regular deck of playing cards.
There are 78 cards in a standard tarot deck: 22 major arcana and 56 minor arcana. The major arcana Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1082693327801345412004-04-23T00:08:00.000-04:002004-04-23T01:17:21.013-04:00Of minor arcana
The Two of Coins,
Once upon a time there was a girl who was talented at many things and loved doing what she was talented at. Her teachers loved her because she loved to learn and she wrote papers that were fun for them to read and talked a lot in class and was funny. She liked to read and to write and to cook and to crochet and to interpret dreams and tarot cards and to have Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1082466154574446872004-04-20T09:02:00.000-04:002004-04-20T09:06:39.373-04:00Silliness
Okay, so that last post was silliness. There's a lot of very, um, "poetical" writing out there, and I thought I'd try my hand. Not really my style, though, as orchidea aptly noted. I think I will go back to "factual, slightly sardonic and to the point." Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1082314609672089292004-04-18T14:56:00.000-04:002004-04-18T15:00:52.263-04:00Last night, as so many nights, I was both prey and predator, sacrificial victim and high priestess of my own dark gods. I was the rabbit peeping, nose a-quiver and ears sharp-pricked, from the warm dark hole of my complacent solitude; I was the lioness stalking, lash-tailed, across the plain, golden eyes fixed with inhuman concentration on the object of my ferocious lust.
He could not help but Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1081803977289998082004-04-12T17:06:00.000-04:002004-04-12T17:10:11.513-04:00Active and sassy brattiness and "naughtiness" being alien to my nature, I think I have a tendency, when Kam isn't actively Domming me and I'm wishing he would, to act particularly submissive to try to attract his Dommitude and then get resentful when it doesn't produce the desired effect, but keep doing the same thing until I get too resentful to go on. Then I get grumpy and tearful and don't Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1081613597672292512004-04-10T12:13:00.000-04:002004-04-10T12:17:08.796-04:00Hee hee hee.
Which Oscar Wilde quote are you? by avana4nameagegenderfavorite colorsexualityquoteAlways forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1081148320989790752004-04-05T02:58:00.000-04:002004-04-05T03:10:52.110-04:00Danor's Case
Willa Cather has a short story called "Paul's Case." It's about a boy who is different from his peers, resented by the adults around him and intensely frustrated with his life. I studied it in an English class a couple of years ago, and my professor asked us all "what makes Paul different." We gave examples of his difference, but she kept asking "Why is he like that?" and we Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1081114523883726442004-04-04T17:35:00.000-04:002004-04-04T17:39:06.716-04:00In lieu of an actual entry...
I'd like to recommend the novel Lace by Shirley Conran to anyone who is interested in fashion, vaguely historical chick lit, or ten thousand permutations of very kinky sexual situations.
I'd also like to recommend shopping for books at Goodwill. Paperbacks are fifty cents, hardbacks are a dollar, and people are stupid, so there's a lot of good stuff. (Or maybe Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1080623407454807792004-03-30T00:10:00.000-05:002004-03-30T20:23:29.576-05:00What kind of a submissive am I?
This is an interesting question.
See... on one level, I am so submissive you would puke.
I can switch on sub mode, and be a well-oiled machine when it comes to obedience. Kam was actually alarmed when we tried 24/7 stuff, because I was being submissive in ways it had never occurred to him to ask of me. He'd give me an order, expecting some resistance, and I'd Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1080589533388411452004-03-29T14:45:00.000-05:002004-03-29T14:49:07.716-05:00To everyone who said "Thank you" to the last post-- Thank you. I can't tell you how much it means to know that my words helped answer or articulate something for you. It's humbling to think. Thank you for that.
M at Sexual Anarchism asked a very interesting question:
I know that there are submissives out there who are Christian, and there are Christian submissives. Are you submissive becauseDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1080446738334594072004-03-27T23:05:00.000-05:002004-03-27T23:09:10.950-05:00I'd like to talk about religion. And I will probably use the word "Jesus" multiple times.
So, like, feel free to leave now if you think you will become squirmy. I'll be back tomorrow with more fetish-related links and charming anecdotes about koalas.
Hi. So, I'm a Christian. That means, among other things, that I believe in God, as he was made manifest in a Jewish carpenter who lived a Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1080331465543282002004-03-26T15:04:00.000-05:002004-03-26T15:07:56.326-05:00A story which causes me some concern.Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1080323100514802122004-03-26T12:45:00.000-05:002004-03-26T12:48:30.623-05:00You asked for it, busterettes.
I crochet.
The two men I’ve loved have both done work that was hard on the hands; they both came home with scratches, scrapes, nicks, cuts and calluses, which I kissed and soothed. My hands are soft as a baby’s. I’m in school; the hardest things I do with my hands are turn pages and type term papers.
And crochet.
I used to have calluses on the fingers of my Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1080256312151865092004-03-25T18:11:00.000-05:002004-03-25T18:15:21.653-05:00I suppose someone somewhere has noticed that I haven't been writing.
Well, I have been writing. I just haven't been writing about kink. Or in my Danor voice. I can't quite bring myself to post a piece to this blog that is neither direct, sarcastic nor ebullient. Next thing you know I'll be all dreamy and arcane and mistily poetical. Such a comedown for an intellectually prickly and Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1079898393732596222004-03-21T14:46:00.000-05:002004-03-21T14:49:57.246-05:00Point Four, and more Buffy
In my entry on the guidelines I prefer people to follow in my comments, I forgot one pet peeve. It really gets on my nerves when people use the comments as a chat room or messenger service-- talking to each other with little or no reference to the actual content of the entry. So:
Hypothetical acceptable addition to this comments thread: "I agree with Invidia-- fastDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1079809761776993282004-03-20T14:09:00.000-05:002004-03-20T15:55:32.246-05:00For contemplation he and valor formed;
For softness she and sweet attractive grace.
That's from Milton's Paradise Lost, describing Adam and Eve. We've been discussing the issue of gender in/equality lately in my Milton class. Coincidentally, I've noticed several blogs taking up the statement, originally asserted by Invidia on The Collar Purple that "it's not about fair in a D/s relationship. Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1079752338668543102004-03-19T22:12:00.000-05:002004-03-19T22:16:33.950-05:00Ask and you shall receive
I asked for a spanking again today-- not in the metaphorical sense of misbehaving, but in the literal if somewhat mumbly, "...maybe you could spank me..." sense. In the immortal phrase, it's "that time of the month" when "I'm not at my best" because "my vagina is bleeding,"* and I thought an ass-smacking might be really cathartic, not to mention a reminder that taking Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1079736930198891322004-03-19T17:55:00.000-05:002004-03-19T19:34:12.483-05:00...and on the comments I leave, too.
According to a recent comment from Amber, Kam and I have contracted a habit of leaving comments on others' blogs that are "less than sensitive."
First I'll address the one specific instance she cites: Kam's comment "comparing a dead horse to Submissive Reflections." I believe Kam was referring to the idiomatic expression "to beat a dead horse," meaning to Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1079663595352056632004-03-18T21:33:00.000-05:002004-03-18T21:36:35.153-05:00My policy on comments
Mistress T over at Following My Rainbow just posted an angry rant regarding some negative comments that have apparently been left on her blog lately. (I didn't see the comments, because she deleted them.) Lately, too, another blogger deleted one of my comments on her for excessive negativity, which somewhat surprised me, since the comment I had left was not one I'd Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1079632585841972942004-03-18T12:56:00.000-05:002004-03-18T13:21:05.560-05:00And on a lighter note: OMWF 2: "I've Got A Theory"
Original lyrics
****
I've got a theory
She's codependent
And just desperate for a firm and guiding man's hands
I've got a theory
It's the establishment
Telling women that they should submit to husbands
I've got a theory this must be explained
It isn't normal, wanting to be ordered 'round and caned
Dad was abusive!
Or Mom, abusive!
Which Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1079585853529530012004-03-17T23:57:00.000-05:002004-03-18T00:08:44.686-05:00OMWF 1: "Standing"
You're not ready for the world outside
You keep pretending, but you just can't hide
I know I said that I'd be standing by your side
But I...
Your path's unbeaten, and it's all uphill
And you can meet it, but you never will
And I'm the reason that you're standing still
But I...
I wish I could say the right words
To lead you through this land
Wish I could play the father
Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1079411485559806302004-03-16T00:04:00.000-05:002004-03-16T00:09:06.216-05:00This is your brain on WAY too much sugar.
Loquacious? Not that!
It's just that I am what I am--
And that's flat!
When I look at myself, and I see in myself
All these aspects, from good girl to brat
If I write of myself
Then you surely can't blame me for thaaaat!
I gotta blog!
I've got the sexiest Dom that 'twas ever my fortune to snog!
How my hips buck, when he canes me and fucks me behind likeDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1079406029842375062004-03-15T22:00:00.000-05:002004-03-15T22:03:45.996-05:00I think this line's mostly filler
I've been pretty frank on here about my predilections that might not be considered... exactly normal by the mainstream of society. There's one thing, though, that I'm pretty sure I've only hinted at. A dark passion that dominates my fantasy life, and causes me to seek out companions and websites that I would never associate myself with normally. It took Kam Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1079362842595019572004-03-15T10:00:00.000-05:002004-03-15T10:03:58.060-05:00Plugs
Only in the kink world would you be expecting a totally different entry from the one you're getting. This is not about ass plugs. We only have the one (which I was forced to go into the sex store and buy all by myself while under the debilitating influence of a powerful desire to be allowed to cum sometime in the next decade) and it's lots of fun, but this is about the kind of plug whereDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1079312968181608402004-03-14T20:09:00.000-05:002004-03-14T20:12:42.763-05:00Thank You Sir, May I Have Another?
One thing I've come to gradually as Kam and I have explored our desires is admitting that I want to be spanked.
And I do want to be spanked-- vigorously and often. I like the feelings of submissiveness and floatiness that spanking produces in me, and I like showing Kam how thoroughly I yield myself to him, and-- at least with the cane-- I like the physical Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1078800288519546072004-03-08T21:44:00.000-05:002004-03-08T21:47:54.483-05:00Words, words, words
If you asked me what's the most important aspect of my relationship with Kam, a lot of things would spring to mind:
Our generosity towards each other. Our eagerness to make each other happy.
Our open-mindedness and willingness to experiment.
Our constant interest in each other, and in each other's interests. Our ability to make each other laugh. Our shared hatred of Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1078467135298179362004-03-05T01:12:00.000-05:002004-03-05T01:15:16.420-05:0021 Things We Want In A Threesome
I tried to e-mail blonde
regarding her recent entry which mentioned me, but yahoo ATE my e-mail, so I think I'll try to reconstruct it as a blog post. Want the angry gods of Blogger to get in their time abusing me as well.
I wanted to explain what Kam and I mean by "poly." We do not mean that we're looking for a third partner in our relationship, or someone toDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1078155859661358142004-03-01T10:44:00.000-05:002004-03-01T11:12:48.890-05:00(Kam post)
Hooray for closeted Danor fans. I was getting worried that people with good taste were just as few and far between in the kinky blog world as they are in the real world. I suppose everyone who is part of a little niche such as this likes to think they, as a whole, are more enlightened than the muggles.... is the kink blog community more enlightened? Eh, who knows.
As Danor Kamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09565304322079359580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1077856014509879482004-02-26T23:26:00.000-05:002004-02-26T23:33:35.123-05:00Return of the Kink
I was going to be all cute and just post the following perversion of a classic Buffy exchange:
Buffy: It's a long story.
Danor: I got caned.
Buffy: Apparently not that long.
However, it is longer than that, and considerably more interesting, and so, I hope, will this post be.
So, yesterday, Kam comes in and is all hair-grabby and Dom-growly, which was a not unpleasant Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1077674497584393702004-02-24T21:01:00.000-05:002004-02-24T21:04:26.233-05:00I just read another book by Tanith Lee (I got the names Danor and Kam from her novel Biting the Sun) and I was absolutely bowled over backwards. Reading her is like looking into a mirror for me, only a mirror that reflects all my emotions, fears, desires and whimsical bits. Astonishing.
So, something has been brewing, which I think is definitely no longer brewing, and therefore I will write Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1076990030012011102004-02-16T22:53:00.000-05:002004-02-17T01:10:11.840-05:00Awww. Nobody comments on my snarky, impersonally aggressive rants. I wonder why.
Here's another one. I call it: Introduction to Noncontradiction: Or, Submission Is Not Suicide For Wusses.
So you identify as submissive. Great. Me too.
So you want to be "owned." You want to be a slave. His only, his forever. Great. Wonderful. Get a lock-on collar, get his name tattooed on your Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1076291077948444502004-02-08T20:44:00.000-05:002004-02-12T23:34:33.106-05:00The Imogen Effect: Or, Yea Or Without "Lifestyle"
Kam: [person] is nuts :P
Danor: heh
Danor: yes
Danor: I'm sort of at the point where [his or her] entries make me giggle :-P
Danor: it's like... I read this book when I was a kid
Danor: called What Katy Did
Danor: and Katy had this friend named Imogen
Kam: grin
Danor: and Imogen was always telling Katy about how... like... the Duke of Castile Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1076203647726559962004-02-07T20:27:00.000-05:002004-02-07T20:29:52.543-05:00Sorry it's been ages since I wrote; it might be more ages before I write again. The kink, she is dormant. (Except for a little hair-grabbing, which is surely par even for the vanilla course.) Kam and I have been doing the cuddle-and-caress-and-adore-each-other thing. Also the scream-your-name-while-riding-multiple-overwhelming-orgasms-with-my-knees-at-my-ears-sex thing. Mind you, I'm not Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1075665471387631472004-02-01T14:57:00.000-05:002004-02-01T15:00:08.043-05:00Domme Danor
I've been feeling very dominatrixy lately. I'm not sure why. Maybe I just have a lot of rage and nothing to do with it. I feel like striking terror into some hearts.
Frightened, helpless, submissive men (in movies and such) have always turned me on. Make what you will of that. I think I'm more submissive than I am dominant, but I think the only reason I haven't explored my Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1075350379824189082004-01-28T23:26:00.000-05:002004-01-28T23:28:31.110-05:00Haven't been blogging much because there hasn't been much kink to report upon. No birthday spanking, even. Kam and I spent the whole weekend watching the Season Two Buffy DVDs he just got me for my birthday (which are pretty damn kinky themselves at that) and snuggling and being disgusterously lovey-dovey.
Birthdays are nice. Today I had my first legal alcohol. Very exciting. Riesling, I Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1074923880433391262004-01-24T00:58:00.000-05:002004-01-24T01:00:05.310-05:00In less didactic news
I'm at Kam's apartment for the weekend.
No one is here but me. Kam is at work. He'll be home in the morning-- he works the night shift.
I'm in my softest dark blue flannel jammies, eating an oatmeal raisin cookie and listening to the Cowboy Junkies CD Kam just gave me as an early birthday present. (In four days I'll be 21! Very exciting. I can buy alcohol, and viewDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1074742242716074312004-01-21T22:30:00.000-05:002004-01-23T23:32:43.420-05:00OK, I don't think people got what I was saying in that last post. Let me try once more to explain, and then I'll leave this topic alone. Incidentally, I've been thoroughly fucked and snuggled since I last posted, and Kam's promised me a caning when he gets home from work, so I'm in a much better mood than last time, as well. :-)
It's not the word "naughty" I have a beef with, except as an Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1074639411896339482004-01-20T17:56:00.000-05:002004-01-20T18:03:16.043-05:00Bad to be sexy, or sexy to be bad?
My absolute most despised word in the English language: "Naughty."
Why do I hate this word with a fiery vengeance?
Okay. Let's come up with an example. (I'm making this up; any resemblance to weblogs living or dead is purely coincidental.) Let's say you get really horny in a public place, so you go to the restroom and masturbate yourself to orgasm three Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1074443154686204622004-01-18T11:25:00.000-05:002004-01-18T12:06:32.076-05:00Page 47, Danor Owner's Manual: Implements and Positions
Everyone knows I love me my rattan cane. It's unquestionably my favorite thing to be whacked with. Interestingly, I think it might also hurt the most, though it's hard to tell since what I perceive as more and less painful largely depends on warmups, intensity, duration and mindset. It's more the nature of the pain than the intensity Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1074389561173719092004-01-17T20:32:00.000-05:002004-01-17T23:46:16.043-05:00The Boss' latest post over at The Collar Purple (Jan. 16) set me thinking about how differently even happy D/s relationships can function. I guess whoever said that happy families are all happy in the same way never had one.
The Boss and Invidia have a happy, mutually satisfying D/s relationship. Kam and I have one too. However, if Kam ever attempted to end an argument by hauling out a strap Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1074320839742220672004-01-17T01:27:00.000-05:002004-01-17T01:29:14.763-05:00Whee!
Comments are back up! Praise HaloScan!Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1073958196834179712004-01-12T20:43:00.000-05:002004-01-15T20:06:16.110-05:00My own answer
I didn't get but two e-mails in response to my question below, so I'm going to go ahead and post my own (somewhat rantsome) answer to the question in hopes that it will elicit some response, positive or negative. (I am informed by the BlogSpeak website that they are "being acquired by HaloScan" and that my account will be transferred "with all comments intact," but not when. In Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1073955851193622052004-01-12T20:04:00.000-05:002004-01-12T20:05:38.746-05:00Follow-up poll question
I got some very interesting responses to my question about submission and gender. Now I have another, related question.
If you identify as submissive or dominant, do you identify that way in relation to the world in general, or to submissives and dominants in general, or only to your own partner(s)?'
It seems to me that women who believe that women in general are Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1073675091874377482004-01-09T14:04:00.000-05:002004-01-09T14:09:49.526-05:00Kam said yesterday, during our post-coital snuggling, that while sometimes he has a game plan as far as the sequence of events in a scene, sometimes he's just like a kid in a candy store-- "Ooh, bondage! Ooh, caning! And other implements! Ooh, fucking-- hey, new position! Ooh, I have another idea!" *dragging me by my hair to another location*
Yesterday was one of those times. As soon as heDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1073566554951537322004-01-08T07:55:00.000-05:002004-01-08T07:56:14.323-05:00I'm taking a survey
I'm curious.
I've noticed, on several blogs I read lately, a theme of women's natural submission to, and protection by, men.
I'm wondering how many submissive women and Dominant men believe this.
So I'm taking a little mini-poll here. I'm not going to put it in poll format, because I don't think the answers are always cut and dried enough to be summed up in a choice Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1073151752927436232004-01-05T00:42:00.000-05:002004-01-05T01:04:13.490-05:00Rejoice and be exceedingly glad
After several days of terror and psychological torment as Kam experimented with having me cyber-pleasure strange men on the Internet, I am now delivered.
Some dude e-mailed Kam with a request to use me and included, with his e-mail, a naked picture of himself. I am eternally grateful to Mr. MasterWannaBe, since Kam was so squicked that he put the permanent Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1073053009469463962004-01-02T09:16:00.000-05:002004-01-02T09:17:07.756-05:00Dry mouth, wet pussy
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself...
-e. e. cummings
Well.
Never get comfortable in life, is what I always say. God, or someone, will invariably kick it up a notch. I guess if you're a subbie "someone" is usually your Dom.
We were having a perfectly normal conversation. I had Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1073025827796581642004-01-02T01:43:00.000-05:002004-01-02T01:52:03.130-05:00Meme time!
Yes_Please_Girl just posted a little meme, which I personally am never one to resist. So:
10 things I love/are fun about being kinky:
1) I am a huge geek, so I love it when I get into something that involves endless trivia, jargon, schools of thought, signature equipment and a circle of Kink Solidarity.
2) Playing "spot the kink" in ostensibly vanilla movies and books.
3) Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1072849087791885802003-12-31T00:38:00.000-05:002003-12-31T00:44:24.423-05:00Later that same day
When we got home, we had sex until our bits and pieces started to fall off, and then we stopped, because we like our bits and pieces.
The sex was fantastic. In a lot of different positions... finishing up with me kneeling up with my face pressed to the wall and him fucking me from behind. He bit me a lot at first, on the breasts and thighs, and it hurt like holy hell. Oh,Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1072846503599249522003-12-30T23:55:00.000-05:002003-12-30T23:55:21.526-05:00the way I remember it
"Take off your pants."
A quick glance to see if he's serious. He is. A whimpered "No" escapes me before I have time to stop it. He gives me a Look.
"Take. Them off. Now."
I can't believe he's actually making me do this. I can't. At the same time, disobedience is clearly not an option. I pull down my pants.
"Panties too."
I was afraid of that.
I try to coverDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1072784249620252922003-12-30T06:37:00.000-05:002003-12-30T07:31:30.780-05:00When I got home from work yesterday morning Danor had not logged on yet... so I was left with time to kill thinking up things to put my darling through. I wonder if she'll be on time next time. I also tend to use the drive to cook up scenes and so forth, so by the time I got to her house I had several things in mind for the day.
My initial plan was to have her mastrubate to orgasm while we Kamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09565304322079359580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1072765236170340812003-12-30T01:20:00.000-05:002003-12-30T01:46:30.186-05:00Kam said today he might start writing more here. The next time I talk to him, I'm going to ask him to write about this morning. If he doesn't want to, I will, or maybe we both will, but I'd like him to write about it first because he came up with it and it would be interesting to read from his point of view.
Pending that... tonight we were snuggling and I asked for a few strokes with the cane.Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1072673777428889372003-12-29T00:00:00.000-05:002003-12-28T23:59:44.593-05:00Kam read my story and approved, though he was a bit displeased that I didn't spend more time on the setup. In his words, "I was looking for you to talk about meeting and seducing/convincing each of them to come do things to you."
I apologized for the misunderstanding and told him that part bores me. Truth is, I hate that part. For the same reasons I don't like stranger stuff in general.
IDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1072660387953304302003-12-28T20:13:00.000-05:002003-12-28T21:58:06.250-05:00Strangers and fantasies
Kam has this thing about stranger fantasies. As in, involving them in our sex. I can get into it if he talks me through it, but it's definitely not the kind of instant hotness that all things BDSM are for me. I can find it quite hot as part of a D/s situation, though, so everybody wins.
So like he said in the previous post, he's been reading Submissive Reflections' Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1072329177724894282003-12-25T00:12:00.000-05:002003-12-25T00:13:13.913-05:00Howdy all. As Danor is going to be away, I figured i'd post here about what has been going on. I've been reading quite a bit in the blog Submissive Reflections, and it's really gotten the old creative juices flowing. (I'd link, but I have no idea how... maybe Danor can show me)
Tonight Danor and I sorta roleplayed (through im's) her picking up a guy at the mall for us to bring home and play Kamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09565304322079359580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1072157930625860402003-12-24T10:50:00.000-05:002003-12-24T10:46:36.016-05:00I am going out of town for the weekend of Christmas and probably will have limited or no time to blog, so try to console yourselves with the links over there to the right. A lot of them are totally neat people, and a lot of them are totally interesting people, and all of them have something to do with the wonderful world of BDSM. Viewer discretion is advised, especially at work and around Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1072046040716140782003-12-21T17:34:00.000-05:002003-12-21T21:53:10.353-05:00Wrapped all in swathing bands
Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism are all things Kam and I have explored in some detail (although we always have much more to learn). Not so much bondage.
Oh, he's tied me to the bed, handcuffed my hands behind my back, and such, but he's never really tied me up. There's no real reason to, from his point of view; his command is sufficientDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1071899552045696572003-12-20T00:52:00.000-05:002003-12-21T14:00:51.420-05:00The courtesy of lovers
It seems like the longer I get to spend with him at a time, the more I miss him after we have to say goodbye.
I don't really realize until I am away from him (and with others) how much more I feel like myself when I am with Kam. How much freer I am. I enjoy my family, but compared to how I feel when I'm with Kam, I feel strained.
I had one major relationship beforeDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1071793355231439192003-12-18T19:22:00.000-05:002003-12-18T19:32:02.436-05:00Feminism and submission
I'm not going to bother to talk about the second half of that article, I don't think. Instead I will talk about an issue that it raised repeatedly-- the oppression of women. I don't know what the actual statistics on proportions are, and it may be just the online circles I run in, but my impression is that many more women are submissive than men. A lot of people, men Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1071775595559654392003-12-18T14:26:00.000-05:002003-12-19T01:11:43.753-05:00Okay, I'm no longer depressed by this article, just annoyed, and as such I will now quote from it and attempt to refute it. I know I'm sort of preaching to the choir in this blog, but I'd like to get my own thoughts about it in order.
Quotes from the article are in italics.
Although formulated by its current advocates as an issue of sexual
liberation, minority rights, or even healing, I Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1071713657464118102003-12-17T21:14:00.000-05:002003-12-17T21:26:59.796-05:00So I was going to post indignantly about how stupid this article was, but I got righteous indignation overload and blew a circuit and now I'm just depressed.
Plus I'm home, and I love my parents, but they... well.
Mom: "I was reading somewhere about how when the Iraqis are interrogating Saddam and are getting really rough, he looks to the Americans to make sure things don't get out of handDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1071623399654895572003-12-16T20:09:00.000-05:002003-12-16T20:27:53.150-05:00That shit is wack
Captured Saddam action figures.
My favorite part of the article, though:
Also in the company's line-up are... an earlier "Butcher of Baghdad" model of Saddam, clad in an S and M outfit, sold separately, black beret and sunglasses... and French President Jacque Chirac, whom it calls "le Worm" in a flouncy French maid's outfit.
Of course I had to go to the site. Where I foundDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1071514163255388592003-12-15T13:49:00.000-05:002003-12-15T15:21:44.883-05:00What grace have I, to fall so in love
Danor kneels on the floor, resting her head on the foot of the bed, cum drying on her face. Kam sprawls lazily on the bed, stroking Danor's shoulder.
KAM: Are you hungry?
DANOR: A bit.
KAM: Let's get some dinner. And then we can finish watching Buffy.
DANOR: Yeah!
KAM: And then I'm going to cane you.
DANOR (looking up nervously): You are?
Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1071442216911523832003-12-14T17:50:00.000-05:002003-12-14T17:55:34.323-05:00My period came with uncharacteristically good timing as far as waiting until our marathon pussy-licking session was over, but also came accompanied by killer cramps, which are an entirely miserable and intolerable form of pain. Seriously, if they ever invent an S&M torture device that duplicates the sensation of menstrual cramps, you'll find out who the real masochists are out there. If God hadDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1071363169040516742003-12-13T19:52:00.000-05:002003-12-13T20:30:55.326-05:00Secretary and the cane
Unrelated topics. Last things first.
Kam and I watched Secretary at last, this afternoon. I was interested to find out whether it was a good movie or just popular among kinksters due to, well, kink.
We both enjoyed it hugely. It was funny, often amusingly apt and sometimes heartbreakingly so, and reminded me in that way of Kissing Jessica Stein. An unusually honestDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1071319929745743392003-12-13T07:52:00.000-05:002003-12-13T19:43:19.456-05:00Not a bad girl
I have had my issues with my mom (hey, who hasn't?) but I really can't imagine a better mother for a little kid to have had. She was warm, caring, honest, creative and completely committed to raising my sister and me right.
One thing that stands out for me in retrospect is that she never told either of us that we were bad. She was very good at maintaining the distinction Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1071242409819542112003-12-12T10:20:00.000-05:002003-12-12T16:28:16.836-05:00Words, words, words
SpankBoss over chez The Spanking Blog linked this entry from this blog today. Go read them, you lazy wankers. I just finished a term paper, I've got exams coming up, and I'm worried I might start my period this weekend. I don't feel like summarizing.
Hee. I said "wanker." I always do that when I've been reading British blogs.
Anyway, "spanking" is not one of those Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1071181376859031482003-12-11T17:22:00.000-05:002003-12-11T17:23:09.400-05:00I'm comin' out
...so you better get this party started.
Last night was the final gathering for a class I've hated since Day... Three, maybe. Whenever it became clear that it wasn't so much a class as a spawning ground for the professors' egotistical self-aggrandizement.
It was supposed to be a "party," and we were all sharing our final projects, and the dress was "black tie."
I wore my blackDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1071072511170712392003-12-10T11:08:00.000-05:002003-12-10T11:50:12.810-05:00Greedy little sub
Steel Maiden Collar, $50
Remote control butterfly vibrator, $89
Silver Shackles, $100
Anais corset, $325
Leather sex swing, $385
Steel cage, $600
I have always been bad about craving stuff. Material stuff. It doesn't have to be expensive, just a thing I've fallen in love with. Maybe it's a form of fetishim.
I don't actually want very many things-- most things I see inDanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1071028002847122042003-12-09T22:46:00.000-05:002003-12-10T01:22:19.153-05:00You make me feel like a natural... something...
Kam and I had a cyber-session tonight where I topped him. That doesn't happen all that often, because I have trouble getting into domme headspace and he isn't the meekest and most helpful of temporary subs either. But he asked if I felt like being in control, clearly wanting me to say yes, and I obliged. I have a lot of trouble normally being Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1071002041862377822003-12-09T15:34:00.000-05:002003-12-09T15:34:13.713-05:00Implements
I love the cane. Its deceptive lightness and simplicity. The swooshing sound just before it lands. Those sharp burning lines of pain laid across a raw and stinging ass. Feeling myself so thoroughly striped.
I love the belt. Such a basic tool of intimidation. When he unbuckles it, I never know whether I'm going to be beaten with it or whether he's just taking his pants down to Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1070995578524576072003-12-09T13:46:00.000-05:002003-12-09T14:47:02.826-05:00Fomenting childhood trauma
I have to admit, as jaded as I am about the stupidity of mankind, this story shocked the hell out of me.
Basically, a kid who lives with his mother and her lesbian partner told a classmate, in response to a question about his father, that he has two mothers, because his mom is gay, and explained that "gay is when a girl likes another girl." He was then scolded and Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1070945919736226202003-12-08T23:58:00.000-05:002003-12-09T00:09:47.876-05:00Submissives vs. slaves
Found this article while surfing the kinkweb, and it made me think of a bit of an e-mail I just sent to Yen, in response to her question of why I referred to Kam as Kam rather than "Master" or some other title.
I wrote, He prefers not to be called Master because he does not want me to be his slave (total power exchange, no personal rights, existing only as his property), Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1070843570801365402003-12-07T19:32:00.000-05:002003-12-07T23:43:14.626-05:00Majesty's wench posted a very interesting entry in response to yesterday's entry in which I mentioned the possibility of having my collar temporarily taken away as a punishment.
In her entry, she discusses what the collar means to her and her Dom (Master? Not sure which they prefer), Majesty. I encourage you to read the entry itself, lest I misinterpret, but she basically says that the Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1070834232924519072003-12-07T16:57:00.000-05:002003-12-07T16:59:55.720-05:00Crow's Slave proactively brought two problems to my attention:
1) The comments counter wasn't working. No matter how many people commented, it still said (0). Also, it often wouldn't display the comments when I clicked the link. So I've switched comment providers. Hopefully the new one will work better. Comments more than welcome.
2) My link to my e-mail address was mistyped. Kudos to Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1070771530285027662003-12-06T23:32:00.000-05:002003-12-06T23:55:19.300-05:00I got to orgasm today, after a lot of utter torture. Kam deliberately pushed me harder than he ever has, building me up to melting point, sucking hard on my clit and then fucking me hard and ordering me to clench my pussy muscles tight around his cock-- all while forbidding me to orgasm. I had tears in my eyes, begging and sobbing, as he fucked me harder and harder, and then whispered Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1070646659721725842003-12-05T12:50:00.000-05:002003-12-05T13:14:10.306-05:00It's kind of a lose-lose situation for me when I'm not allowed to orgasm. I want to touch myself constantly because I'm so aroused, but the only thing that can come of touching myself is getting even more aroused and more frustrated. 'Tis misery all. Just like Kam likes it.
After a very ill-advised few minutes with the vibrator, which left me in a rather bad state, I signed myself up for Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1070636517672358612003-12-05T10:01:00.000-05:002003-12-05T10:43:27.283-05:00Notes (YMMV):
1) A hairbrush spanking to the exposed clit is a very unpleasant way to wake up in the morning, especially when you have to deliver it yourself.
2) Waking up collared, however, is lovely.
3) Time lapse makes little to no difference to arousal. The third time you massage your aching clit while working your vibrator in and out of your pussy and keep yourself at the brink of Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1070591711493065462003-12-04T21:35:00.000-05:002003-12-04T22:31:35.313-05:00Either I forgot how badly the hairbrush hurts, or my thighs haven't been punished for so long they've gotten all tender and wussy. Two and a half hours later and they still sting like the dickens. Which is actually testament to my own willpower, as I had to deliver the punishment myself. Kam can be quite brutal with the phone sex.
My clit isn't too thrilled either, but that's only natural. Danorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154927919765678970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163692.post-1070564469285903252003-12-04T14:01:00.000-05:002003-12-04T14:01:20.360-05:00Hmmm ::peers around:: Kamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09565304322079359580noreply@blogger.com