I was @domsigns on Twitter and for a brief time I was @uncertainsigns and that account still exists because I don’t want to forget all the history and connections that account brought me.
There are many pictures of her on my phone from her daily task, specific requests and the rarest photos of all. Those from our times together. We try to remind ourselves to that we need more pictures of us, together, but inevitably, we get caught up in just being in the same space and being in love and lust and having moments that we never manage to do that. I… Read More »Picture This
These words are just for you my little slut. I need you, I desire you, but those words are insufficient to express how much I need you. How I want to grab you and bind you. Tear your clothes off and use every single inch of you. Your hands cuffed together and raised over your head while I shred everything. Turn it all into scraps that don’t cover you at… Read More »Love is a banquet on which we feed
Tell me if you would, if you consider yourself a Dominant or submissive, is your D or s what you do, or what you are? I know how it works for me. It isn’t like socks in my case. Or maybe it is? I am who I am no matter if I am wearing socks or not. Or anything else for that matter. I sleep naked and that doesn’t mean… Read More »What you do or What you are?
the Manfred
The lace isn’t old, but the man wearing it is. Now I don’t identify as anything but a cis het male and wearing lace doesn’t do anything for me. I have never asked Lillith if men wearing lace does anything for her. I know that when she wears it definitely does something for me. I took this picture for a couple of reasons but the one that was at the… Read More »Old Lace
Lillith replied to a tweet about the pet names she liked and it got me thinking about the language we build with those closest to us. The words that we use in everyday language can take on whole new meanings with the special people in our lives. We develop this common language over time as we learn about each other, as we share our lives, our past and our present.… Read More »Lingua Franca
It’s no use crying over spilt evils. It’s better to mop them up laughing. — Eleanor Farjeon
It isn’t exactly a war and yet we have all taken shelter. She has sent me a great many letters to help me with my “Woe” (a subject for another post) and each of them is more moving than the last. I savor them. I treasure them. I have a system, before I read her latest letter to me I go back and read all the ones she has sent… Read More »Life During Wartime
We just finished a long phone conversation about a number of things, because that is what we do, we talk about things. It occurred to me just after this call that we had never discussed what D/s means to us. So while this call is fresh in my mind I am going to attempt the impossible. I am going to define our D/s. As always this definition only applies to… Read More »Rules of Engagement
