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.
It was a long time coming this moment. We had been waiting an eternity, or at least it felt like one. But that long awaited time had arrived. She was kneeling before me. Offering herself to me to be mine as I offered myself to her to care and treasure what has been offered. Her I am bound to you And I offer myself for this binding I belong to… Read More »Bound to me
Too often we think of thing to narrowly. That words have a single meaning and not many, if not multitudes. I love words, the way they make me feel, the way they rumble in my brain, the way they feel in my mouth. The power they have when unleashed. That seems to be the case when it comes to our senses. We take them for granted and limit their impact… Read More »The Sixth Sensuality
I know neither of the following recipes are about Devil’s Food cake but rather I am the devil making the food. I love to cook and bake. It feeds the caring part of me and it is how I show people how I feel about them. A way to express love. I don’t just slap things together (well, mostly I don’t) but spend time thinking about what people might like… Read More »Devil’s Food
I have many passing thoughts, some are silly, some are deep (at least I think so) and some just keep bouncing around in my head until I have the time and space to let them out. The one that has been bouncing around lately is taboo. When thinking about kinks and where they come from I was left with only a few possibilities. Now this, as with so much of… Read More »Taboo to you
The world has not improved in many way since I was a teen. Mostly the future I had hoped for mostly hasn’t come to pass and in many ways we have slipped backwards. But (there is always a but isn’t there?) there is at least one way the world has improved. Alternative sexualities and genders are now far more accepted than they have ever been. Not that there isn’t a… Read More »Pride and Joy
Mean week just ended. Lillith had mentioned when that week started that she was going to need a lot of aftercare (see Lillith’s note), and that was very good of her to let me know that since we are new together, and mostly LDR, so that kind of communication is vital. This was a challenge for the both of us since we were pushing boundaries and limits. The challenge was… Read More »Before, during, and aftercare
In many D/s relationships the submissive has tasks. But what about the Dom, do they have tasks too? To some that is a ridiculous question. But I don’t think so, I think that while Doms don’t have tasks they do have responsibilities. Keeping to those responsibilities is key. I have forgotten that in the past and I won’t do that again. Building a relationship takes work and attention on both… Read More »Dom tasks
If you didn’t know this already, I have ED. You might wonder why this is something anyone would write a blog post about. I have decided to talk about this exactly because very few men do talk about it. It comes down to shame. So much of the male psyche is based on our penis. We have been told all our lives that what makes us men are those bits… Read More »A Crying Shame
I don’t even need to finish that sentence and you know what I mean. There are a lot of idioms about home but the one that has always rung true for me is “Home is where the heart is.” That has almost always meant that I was living with the person I was in love with and for 38 years that has been the case and where we lived didn’t… Read More »There’s no place like…
My little slut was expressing some thoughts about the seeming contradiction between BDSM and your partner being mushy and romantic and loving. And I can see how many people might find those things mutually exclusive. After all, how can you beat, humiliate and use someone you love? This conversation started with her telling how amazing it was to find love and caring and D/s all in the same purpose. Not… Read More »Love and Filth and Pain Oh My
