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Something to talk about

Something to talk about

Back in the 80’s and 90’s I did concert sound for many artists. Some I knew and some I had heard before and some I saw for the first time on the road. Bonnie Raitt I listened to her album Nick of Time many many times. I was really happy to find out that she would be playing at a festival I was working at in support of her new… Read More »Something to talk about

Success

Success

I want her to succeed. Always. When set a task, when being punished, when making changes to make her life better. Why would I ever want anything else. I want her strong, sure and confident. And to me that also means successful. After all, I can spank her, use her and fuck her whenever I want. The point of tasks is to help her. Help her with her submission. Help… Read More »Success

good enough

Good Enough

I have always striven to be a good man. I have often failed. That doesn’t stop me from trying again and again in the hope that this time, I might finally get it right. How I define being a good man has changed over the many years of my live and has been influenced by both those I love and respect and those that I do not. Mostly what my… Read More »Good Enough

Welcome Home My Love

Welcome Home My Love

She has become my life, my home. Home is a place to feel safe and loved and understood and she brings all that to me. I start each day with her and I send her to bed each night. Once I go to bed I leave a recording for her so that she has a message from me when she gets up each morning. By the time I wake up… Read More »Welcome Home My Love

Desire

Love is a banquet on which we feed

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

What you do or what you are

What you do or What you are?

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?

Lingua Franca

Lingua Franca

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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

Life during wartime letters

Life During Wartime

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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

Rules of Engagement

Rules of Engagement

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

The power of no

The Power of No

This is a long and probably disjointed post about the power of no. We were having a conversation the other day, I don’t even remember what silly thing I was talking about, I am sure she does(I went back and looked and it was about adding to the number of pushups she has to do), but what was important about this conversation was that she said “No”. I told her… Read More »The Power of No