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First, Princess, i was born kinky...
Been exploring the BDSM world for years
and Domminant Women in particular...
One of the things that caught my attention,
was tease and denial,
which led to my exploration of chasity.
Eventually, i found out all the types that
were being made for both female and male.
Out of the ones for the male,
the CB3000 seemed to be the best.
So, for my birthday,
i requested one and MLG was
only to happy to oblige.
The day it went on was a really
Erotic Drippy experience,
only to be followed by the next day and the next,
well just lets say it was a very drippy week..
Constantly throbbing, attention completely focused on
the CB and the Mistress.
We had agreed ahead of time that MLG
would have the keys and she would be the only
one able to unlock it.
This gave her tremendous power over me,
which then led to other things,
such as her list of rules that i have to obey,
daily affirmatins that i am required to say, etc...
What was only to be a week, stretched to a month,
then another month, then on and on it goes...
She does set me free, sometimes, for a day,
sometimes, when i am really lucky for a week...
She lets me out when she wants to be pleasured
and once a week to clean...
Because of our special commitment our relationship
has grown extreemely deep.
There is much trust and honor involved.
If i had it to do again, would i do it?
You bet i would.
i thought that because it was so erotic for me,
it would be Erotic for her as well.
So we purchaced a Chasity device for her
and to this day she won't wear it.
It became a plant holder...
Now, part of the Erotisism of the CB3000
is Tease and Denial
Part is phisical, kind of a love hate relationship,
as any erection pulls on the balls
which makes the erection throb harder,
which makes the the pull stronger.
Also the Erotisism is mental as well,
not being able to touch, not having control
and knowing that only your Mistress can set you free.
In summary, this little relativly inexpensive device has helped our
relationship grow leaps and bounds. It has givin the Mistress
tremendous confidence and has created a kinky, Erotic,
deep, trusting relationship.
xxxs lust bra
"To Serve Please and
Unmercifully Tease my Mistress
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THINK on THESE THINGS
An excellent article I came across..on making decisions, and
standing by them..our choices shape not only us..but those around
us. So if you have a dream..or a goal..why are you still hesitating.
Take that first step..the step of risk..as was earlier spoken about
in a previous post by SS.
"Anything worth having is worth working for, and is of lasting
value."
Love N Lashes, Leatherwing
**always striving to soar away from the fog of complacency**
How weak-willed are we at times when we've made a decision and know
we must stand on it. It is so much easier to give in to the easy way
of doing things.
We are almost a "house divided against itself," and the strain of
staying with a decision seems almost our enemy. But we never gain
mush stature by giving in to ourselves against our better judgement.
And we never get anywhere by scattering our efforts.
Making a decisions is difficult enough without losing one's
determination in following through. Laying down the responsibility
is somewhat like warning children to behave themselves and then
permitting them to continue to misbehave.
How long has it been since you've proven to yourself that you mean
business in carrying out a plan?
A man of wisdom has written that we have firmness of character when
we have the ability to say "no" to the wrong as well as to those
things which are good but stand in the way of our progress.
Always remember that to want something that is good and right is the
blessing. God gave us the ability to desire of we would never have
thought of using it. But God also gave us the ability to cry, to
feel pain, and the freedom to choose whether we go on or quit.
In our lives we face many decisions. Some are hard to make because
we know we must turn our backs upon something that seems harmless at
the moment simply because we know it would not be good in the long
run.
But there are also decisions that are more challenge than decision.
They are the good things that are placed before us, and our will to
follow through is tested. When defeat seems sure, then is the time
to begin to fight. When others are quitting, then is the time to
throw more strength into the battle. Anything worth having is worth
working for, and is of lasting value.
Very often these sieges must be made silently and without seeming
effort. And yet we know we cannot get something for nothing. We have
a service to perform. We can make it a drudge, or we can make it a
delightful experience, according to our faith. Be persistent. Unless
you do not particularly want your dreams to come true, you can't
afford to know the meaning of apathy. You must continually be on the
scene with the muscles of your mind toned.
It isn't difficult to have a dream. But it often ceases at that
point. The willingness to follow through, the determination to look
impossibilities in the eye and trudge on must be practiced before
that dream can amount to anything.
All along life's road there are those who would discourage you, very
often in ignorance, not realizing the effect of their words upon
you. It is then that you must muster the strength to believe that
theirs is only an opinion while your plans are based on the
principle that all good things come to those who hustle while they
wait.
It is too bad that they cannot see your invisible companions,
persistence, faith, and a worthwhile plan. Smile and walk on.
There is a Divine being with whom we can place all our obstacles,
all our doubts and fears - and then our work begins. We give
lovingly of friendship, of any kind of help that we are capable of
giving, of positive words and thoughts and understanding.
Give without thought of return. For while we are giving with loving
selflessness, life shapes for us our heart's desires.
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Safe, Sane and No Knives
in the hands of Mistressy wives..
xxxs safe lust
"To Serve Please and
Unmercifully Tease my Mistress
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In Erotica_ princess wrote:
LOL safe lust ..called a limit!
Princess
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An interesting story of subspace..again, not for the faint of heart.
Note my comment, and be aware of any such comparisons. I for one
have heard this comparison many times, and am now very tired of
hearing it. Other than that, this description of entering that space
is very interesting.
Love n Lashes
leather goddess
Once again, I opened my mouth to say one thing, and out came
something else.. But this time, thank you Lord, it turned out to be awesome. So
awesome, that this story may be too "woo woo", or too "new age
babble" for some folks, and if that is not your thing, this is a great story
to pass up. This is all about "seeing a light", "communion with your
gods", and feeling peace in an incredible state of nirvana. Yea, I am
getting old. My mind is going, and my body went sometime ago. But this is a
story, a true one, that is about an incredible experience that I had
in the woods of Pennsylvania. I will tell you where it "felt" like I
went. That is all I can do.
In late May of 2004 I went to Camp deleded privacy near deleted. I went to teach some BDSM workshops, see old friends, and meet new ones. I had no idea at all that I was going to take one of the most intense and most joyful journeys of my life. Upon arriving at Camp, blank, one of the really outstanding Tops in our community, asked me if I wanted to do a back hook suspension. I was somewhat familiar with
"hooks", as I had done a 'Sundance style' hook pull" at Black Rose
some time ago.
**HMM HERE THE WING HAS TO INTERJECT..PLEASE PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THE HOOK PULLS AT THE SACRED SUNDANCE..ARE JUST THAT, SACRED, AND FOR TOTALLY DIFFERENT REASONS THAN TO ENTER SUBSPACE. PERHAPS THE REASON THE WRITER WAS NOT "MOVED" AS HE SAYS, IS BECAUSE HE DID NOT FULLLY UNDERSTAND THE REASON FOR THE SACRIFICE...DID NOT PREPARE HIMSELF TO SACRIFICE FOR THE GOOD OF OTHERS....WHICH IS TO OFFER OF FLESH AND BLOOD FOR THE PRAYERS OF OTHERS..NOT FOR THE EXPERIENCE OF SELF. (WAS A LITTLE OFFENDED AT EVEN THE SLIGHTEST COMPARISON!!!!)IT IS NOT A 'RITE OF PASSAGE' AS HE SEEMS TO SUGGEST..BUT A VERY SACRED MOMENT, A TIME TO JOIN IN SPIRIT, THROUGH THE SACRIFICE, WITH THE SPIRIT OF ALL THOSE WHO HAVE GONE BEFORE US, THE ANCESTORS, AND OUR CREATOR..AND THE CATALYST TO ACHIEVE THAT JOINING..IS THE PAIN OF SELF SACRIFICE.
That experience had been something special, but it hadn't "moved"
me. It was a "hill to climb", but it did not take me anyplace that I had
never been. It may have been a "rite of passage", but not one filled with
joy, or peace, or contentment. So somewhat unsatisfied with what I had
experienced on that "trip," and reasonably sure there was "more,"
maybe even "much more," I said "Yes, let's do it."
I felt comfortable with this for several reasons. First, I trusted
blank . I trusted his hand, and more, I trusted his heart. After this
journey, I trust his spirit.
Secondly, he has taken his lovely l on trips like this. She is
the most beautiful, petite, sweet but intense young woman, and I felt
that if "she could do it I could do it". That is not a "if that little
girl can do it, I can do it, too" sort of a comment. It is much more of
a "I trust her, and if she thinks it is a good place to go, I can go
there, too" comment.
Third, I was OK doing this because some dear friends in Texas had
takend this same journey at various times in the past. g,b,t, and
l. People that are dear to my heart, and people I trust totally. I thank
them, as well as l, because if they had not gone first, I could
never have gone second.
Finally, I felt OK with this because I needed to do it. This was to
be the end of a Journey I have been on for some time. No, I am not
stopping my entire Journey, and I will bore you with many more stories, but
this was to be the culmination of a part of my journey. A very special
part and a part that is totally private. I will not, dear reader, share
the nature of this particular journey with you but I will say the
following. By at least the age of 40, each of us has had their experiences in
life that brought about great grief, great guilt, and great pain. Those
experiences are different for each of us, and we each deal with them
in one way or another. For some it is talk with friends and family, for
others, it is counseling, and for others it is some form of
transcendent experience. It is that transcendent experience that I sought, and it
was in location. that I found it.
On Sunday afternoon, I met f and several other folks that were to be there as supporters in this experience. Among them were c who ended up being my support in more then a spiritual way; cc, whose own spirituality seemed as touched by the experience as my own; and the lovely b, the famous photographer, who took pictures of the event, and assured me that I did not look as old, fat or silly as I might have. (when she finishes them, there will be some photos of
this up to show what it was all about).
f knows me, and decided it was a good idea to do a cheek piercing first. If you read my story at you will understand why. That piercing makes me feel awesome. Strong.
Powerful. Like a tribal warrior. He and I both felt that if we did this
first, it would assist me in dealing with the more traumatic back piercings. And his thought was correct. He did that cheek piercing, and then I went into a bit of a
meditative place. It is what I always do when "preparing" for something that I
may have fear of. And believe me I had fear of this. When I started the
meditation, f d me lay on my stomach to get ready for the piercings, and my fear was flying. I needed something to stop the fear, something to calm my body and my soul, and the meditation was simply not cutting it in the beginning. And then that cheek piercing took over. I began to feel like that tribal warrior. I got into that place of "fierceness" that this piercing takes me to. It allowed me to know that pain was coming, but that receiving it with pride mattered. And that thought calmed me, and became my mantra.
FA (ok, I am tired of typing fathen began the actual piercings. Six 8 gauge hooks placed horizontally across my upper back. No one ever did something with more gentleness, or more care, or more concern. But, gentleness, care and concern aside, let me tell you something. Each one of those fucking god damn hooks hurt like I had
feared they would hurt. None of them was easy. None of them was dulled by the sensation of the previous one. They each hurt with a fire that burned all the way through my body, and if I never feel such pain again, that will be just swell with me.
But, and this is where it gets new age corny, once that last hook was in, that was the end of the pain. Nothing from that moment on was the slightest bit painful. It was not "pain that took me someplace," it was simply no pain at all. From that moment on there was joy, exhilaration, peace, intensity, but no pain. None.
After the last hook, FA had me stand, and wanted to help me walk to the "hoist" that would get me in the air. The last thing in the world I felt like was having someone help me walk. I told him I would walk alone. His concern was that I might be woozy from the piercings. I was not woozy, I was more in command of myself than I had ever been. I did not need help walking; I was getting ready to fly.
He then attached me to the hoist, and began the process of slowly lifting me off the ground. This was a "vertical suspension", so I started with my feet on the ground. (OK, not my feet, my cowboy boots. Leslie had talked me into wearing my jeans and cowboy boots as I did this. She thought it looked sexy, and when women like Leslie thinks something I do is sexy, I by God do it). FA was trying his best to get me off the ground, but it was not happening, and maybe it was those damn boots, because what happened was I just simply kept losing my balance and fought to retain it. Maybe the cowboy boots kept me from getting traction, I don't know. I just know it was not working.
So I called to FA and told him I was not in pain, but I needed help with balance. He had Carla come over, and I placed my hands on her shoulders, and then he lifted, and it was so simple. I came off the ground, let go f her shoulders, and the second, and I mean the very second that I let go of her shoulders and was suspended off the ground, my world change. You have heard many stories of states of nirvana, of bright lights, of flying. Let me try and tell you not only where I felt I went, but
what it felt like going there. What I am going to say is not, I suspect, literal truth, but it is the truth of what I felt. I will accept any scientific explanation you want to give me. I am not trying to convince ou that what I felt was true, but I am telling you that the "feeling" was true, and more, felt like "the truth", as much as any "truth" I have ever known.
What happened instantly was the most beautiful bright light I had ever seen.. It took over my world, totally. When FA had pierced my cheek in the past, I felt like a tribal warrior, now I felt like a tribal king, and I felt like a king ascending to heaven to be in communion with his God. I felt like I was in the presence of my God, and of others that I needed to feel (there was no "seeing" here, just feeling) and with whom I needed to share moments of silence and acceptance.
There was no sound, no talking, no messages (ok, maybe one, and that was
again a feeling not a verbal thing, and it has been passed on to the one
I felt it was intended for). But there was joy. There was peace. There
was no pain, but a magnificent state of contentment. Ruined, I tell you almost ruined, as FA came over to gently swing me. I know he meant it as a way of enhancing my experience, because, yes it felt nice, but it also felt a bit foolish. Remember, silly as it sounds, what I was experiencing was the feeling of being that Tribal King. A feeling of almost total power. A feeling of incredible strength. And
swinging did not feel very kinglike, I tell you, not kinglike at all. So I motioned for FA to come to me, and said to him, best I could with my cheeks pierced hanging from that tree, that "Kings do not swing".
He understood and slowed me and then held me until I was still. And then one of the pivotal moments of the experience happened. Every singleperso that was there felt this. You see, the day had been totally calm. No wind. None at all. Lovely, cool day, but no wind. But within 15seconds of FA stopping me, the most incredible wind came up. Not strong, but beautiful. Cool, exhilarating, refreshing, and just enough to gently swing me.
I wanted so much to smile. I wanted so much to laugh. I tried to tellB-gril , the photographer, this as I wanted her to know the joy I was experiencing, as I was afraid that I might look in pain. But that damn cheek piercing would not let me say it without sounding like Mike Tyson after a Holyfield fight.
Why I wanted to smile and laugh was that what I was experiencing withthat wind was the feeling that God, or the Force, or Mother Earth, orwhatever you choose to call your own personal Power, was saying, "yesTravis, for right now, you may be a king, but remember, I am drivingthis bus".
For however long I was suspended, I was alternatively "up there" andthen would come back. When I came back, I touched those that werearound. I held hands, I touched shoulders, I was hugged by several.Sometimes I would look around and people were crying, but each assuredme that it was because they felt the joy, and they were moved to abeautiful state of joy as well.. When I was "up there", wherever "upthere" was, I was simply content. I could have stayed up there forever.
FA asked me if I was ready to come down. I answered that anytime wasfine. He then told me that coming down was the hard part. Boy did Imisunderstand that. I suddenly was a bit of afraid as he started tolower me, expecting pain. There was none. So I thought he meant thattaking the hooks out would be painful. Wrong again, no pain there atall.
What he meant, of course, was that "coming down" from the experiencewould be the hard part, and yes, he was right. For two days, I basically wanted to be left alone. Not because I was mad, or hated people, or was sad in any way. I was just in a state of peace that I wanted toexperience, and did not want to let go.
Gradually that state of "peace" returned to a state of normalcy. Ifinished Camp (and it was a wonderful
camp). I spent some lovely days in washington D.C. and had a lovely drive back to Houston. Many greatexperiences on a great trip. But among those moments that I shallremember for the rest of my life, was that experience of being a king, hanging from a tree, in location
