Where do I begin? Should I begin at the beginning?
Which beginning? My beginning? When did I begin? Or I am just now beginning?
Less than two months ago I was looking for a casual partner on an online dating site. I envisioned for myself someone dominant…
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The first time I walked in his door he simply told me to cum and I did.
It wasn’t an earth-shattering orgasm, but I came. And while it was not the most intense orgasm, it was completely absorbing to be told to cum and then simply do it.
He took off my…
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A Dominant is no more individual than a submissive.
They are no more self sufficient, no more comfortable in their own skin. Their self confidence is only through necessity, rather than nature. They are not a single entity happy being a single entity. They cannot sustain themselves, completely, alone.
The submissive is expected to be needy, because need is what defines that submissive nature. They’re allowed to be clingy, to cling, because the Dominant is there to be clung to. But the Dominant needs to be needed. That clingyness is a warmth in the chest, a reassurance that they are needed, and so they can take comfort in the knowledge that they are where they want to be.
It’s important not to mistake the role of the Dominant with the actuality. I act the way I act because it’s what you react to, what you need me to be. And while I am these things, I’m also not really worth that much without you. I need the submissive to be the mirror that I can see myself in, because you reflect me so very, very well. You reflect the best of me, and to let me see that forces me to aspire to it, and I become better for it.
So no, the Dominant is no more self sufficient. We just make you think we are.
On Training.
Many submissives enter into a BDSM relationship with glorious fantasies or pre-conceived notions of training. Others approach training with great resistance or disdain, confusing their need to be respected and appreciated with their need to submit and give their Dominant what he desires of them.
I see training in the same vane as any other element of a BDSM bond. It is unique to the bond, and it is whatever the Dominant sees as a necessary protocol, ritual, or experience for his girl.
My girl has been trained to know the rituals I use, the protocols I expect, and the ways in which I enjoy a girl. Yet, she is also trained to give herself fully to any new experience and/or challenge I wish to make part of her journey.
Some girls are stubborn. Others are fearful. Still others see training as a humiliating loss of self. These potential barriers must be overcome, and only a strong Dominant can intuitively sense a potential block in his girl.
In order for any training to be effective, a girl must give willingly and completely. She must fall into her Dominant and give up all so she can be shaped and enlightened. And she must love and trust her Dominant in order for her training to become an intimate and treasured part of her fulfillment.
Can a girl be trained by others? Absolutely. Some Dominants will send their girls out to break old habits or learn new behaviors. This is an old order practice, and it is often used to break a girl’s will, rip her down, and then build her up only with the expected behaviors.
I am of a different philosophy. If a girl belongs to me, there is no better person to train her to my liking. If she is intelligent, gifted, independent, and strong, I do not have to “break her” in order to have her conform to my wishes. I do not need to make her “less than” in order to be “more than”.
I need only to know her - completely and intimately - beyond any man in her life. I need to appreciate her hungers, wants, needs, hopes, and fears. I need to know what motivates her, inspires her, and moves her.
And then - I need to reach her - deeply. I need to give her a sense of complete trust and caring, and I need for her to know I see her as an equal but opposite half of a coin. I need her to feel as part of me, and I need for her to feel released, free, joyful, and blissful under my hand.
If she absolutely craves to be everything I wish her to be, there is no limit to what she can learn and the places she can go under my hand.
I love the dance on the fringe of darkness.
Flavour Text
I’ve tasted you, girl. I know the tartness, and the slight saltiness that dances around my mouth, across my face, a smeared swathe of you, the kind that I’ll be catching scents of for days. I know your flavour, and I know it’s far from unpleasant.
So I wonder, for a moment, why your nose wrinkles when I force my fingers, sodden with you, past your lips. I entertain, for a second, that you might find this all distasteful, that having your wetness on your tongue isn’t something that you want to be doing. The literalist in my head thinks that this is because you don’t like the taste. The literalist, as always, fails to see the bigger picture.
You wrinkle your nose, and you struggle, and you squirm, and you most importantly blush, not because you don’t like the taste, but because you do. Because you’re enjoying this all a little too much, this little capsule of depravity, a snapshot of humiliation with you as the focus of the image. It’s making you squirm in all the right ways, and that makes you feel so very very wrong.
So you turn your face away from my hand as it comes up. You shake your head, your eyebrows arch upwards in a silent plea. But you suck my digits like a good girl, because you are a good girl. And you’ll suck these fingers clean of your taint, as delicious as it is, because it gets the reaction I savour every time. That uncomfortable mix of embarrassment and arousal, the kind that has you squirming in such a specific way.
And then, dear girl, I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to forgot about whether you feel embarrassed, or humiliated. You’re going to stop thinking about the depravity of all of this, about whether you’re a pervert, about whether this is right.
You’re just going to squeeze that lovely little cunt around me, and you’re going to moan a pretty song for me.
