The Chocolate Shortage comes to an end - Whew!
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Posted:Jul 29, 2007 10:31 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 5:2 am 17544 Views
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Today, the weather was perfect here so I went cycling and wow, I feel great. On the other hand, it might be the fact Im well stocked with chocolate again. Life is good!
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Mmmmmm Cookies!
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Posted:Jul 29, 2007 1:55 am
Last Updated:Aug 2, 2007 7:44 am 18579 Views
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I just finished baking peanut butter cookies. It’s surprising really, not that I baked but that chocolate wasn’t the main ingredient for the first time in a very long time.
Obviously I ate all the chocolate chips. Well, some of them were transformed into ganache not long ago. I dipped strawberries and nuts into half of it; the rest was rolled into truffles.
I guess it’s time to go shopping. It will be quite awhile before I have to resort to peanut butter cookies again, I mean at least they could’ve had chocolate chips in them.
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The BDSM Handbook Part II
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Posted:Jul 28, 2007 4:34 pm
Last Updated:Aug 6, 2007 8:25 am 18356 Views
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The BDSM Handbook Part II
This is continued from Part I The BDSM Handbook
I feel it’s of the utmost importance that new submissives coming here are given the tools to find what works for them in a positive way as opposed to indoctrination which runs rampant here. There’s a serious difference. If a Dom, Master or fellow submissive cares about the person, they will help provide them with valuable resources far beyond Alt and open their minds, not attempt to force them into their perception of what BDSM is all about while convincing them this is “the way.”
Some of you are in groups where submissives are coming in for the first time trying to find out more about their interests. I feel it’s critical they’re not misled from the onset and you have the chance to make a difference by helping them see a world of possibilities, not just one possibility. When you see statements with the words, “A true Master is . . .”, your alarms should go off as you examine it more closely.
It’s easy to put down any one particular school of thought to elevate your own. I can effortlessly argue against any of them.
Here’s an example:
A true Master is a leader, not a follower.
Who can argue that? Clearly, this must be true, yes?
Therefore Gorean men are not true Masters since they blindly follow the Gor novels of John Norman without question. They are slaves of another person’s fantasy because they lack the creativity to produce their own, followers of a script, not producers of a personal epic adventure. A Master seeks deeper knowledge of his slave and wishes to help her develop, not settle for her to comply with another’s preconceived notion of the perfect submissive.
Do you see how easy it is?
I can defend the Gorean Realm just as easily. There’s a comfort in knowing exactly what’s expected of you and having a group of people who all share a special knowledge and understanding together. It has a clearly defined sense of structure and exudes a wonderful sense of imagination. It also fulfills all the stereotypical images of dominance and submission.
The principle can be applied to any particular school of thought pertaining to BDSM.
Would you consider someone who’s flexible a Master?
Before you answer, bear in mind Bruce Lee’s description of the essence of martial arts saying, “You must be like water” and his own method being, “No way as way”, meaning the best way is no particular or fixed way at all. In other words, adaptability and flexibility to each situation is the key to success. This is directly opposed to much of what flies around Alt daily yet I doubt there’s one Dom or Master on this entire site that would stand up to Bruce Lee and challenge him, especially to his face if he was alive today, not only because of his fighting skills, but his deeper understanding of philosophy as a whole.
This is what I’d like to see brought to the open minded individuals coming here to learn. You should present them with as many sides of as many coins as possible. Personally, I like to have several coins in my pocket and a few tricks up my sleeve too.
My own brand of BDSM is something dynamic and continually evolving based on my unrelenting pursuit of knowledge, my strong value of creativity and most importantly, striving for complete knowledge of my partner’s emotions, psychology, beliefs, needs, wants and physical being. I’ve been drawing from countless sources since I first saw Emma Peel in the original Avengers being tied up or chased around the room by a whip wielding villain taking in all the finest bits and pieces from literature, film, music, psychology texts, etc. and applying them in various ways depending on what I feel will work best with a particular partner in a particular situation.
I consider myself fortunate because I developed my thoughts about it and had the opportunity to apply them with open minded partners. I’m not saying my way is better than another but I’m grateful I came to it as a result of being taught, not indoctrinated.
I hope others will have that same opportunity and you may very well make the difference for someone out there.
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She Loves Me? Knot?
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Posted:Jul 27, 2007 2:07 pm
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2007 5:45 pm 17488 Views
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She loves me? Knot?
Dark trees,
producing shadows
Stormy clouds,
threatening above
Strange sounds,
creating tension
Her scent,
awakening desire
Her hair,
glistening in moonlight
Her face,
soft and yielding
Her eyes,
mesmerizing with a tinge of fear
Her body,
vulnerable with growing desire
Will she surrender? Knot?
Does she understand what lies ahead?
Can she imagine the possibilities?
Respect
Trust
Devotion
Passion
Surrender
Bliss
And to think,
Thats just the beginning,
of the bond
and
the knot
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The BDSM Handbook
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Posted:Jul 26, 2007 3:20 pm
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2007 3:42 pm 19329 Views
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It doesn't exist!
This was pointed out recently by someone I admire and completely respect. She understands and is a breath of fresh air.
Many of us grow wearier each day of the unrelenting feeble and self serving attempts at defining what a dominant or a submissive is or does along with other terms pertaining to our interests.
Heres an example. Someone boldly posted a true dominant doesnt jump through hoops. At a first glance, this seemed to make sense. Then I thought about it a moment. A video emerged in my imagination.
A lion is the king of the jungle. Only the rarest of gazelles prance daintily toward a lion and offer themselves up for dinner. Many lions must exert great energy and skill or they shall go hungry. Some kings of the jungle have found themselves jumping through hoops on a regular basis and at times, the hoops are on fire.
The main point of my allegory is it's generally best not to simply accept the frequent assertions around here but to question them and look deeper inside yourself for the answers. A secondary point is the courtship ritual or mating dance is not the same for everyone. Last but not least, it's a jungle out there! Arrrrr!
Most women are all too familiar with the misnomers guys bestow upon them concerning the definition of submission.
The submissive women who take the time to reflect and clearly spell out what they seek reveal their wide range of definitions for a dominant.
Beyond the technical, I define dominance and submission as that magical space between the dominant and the submissive which are as unique and personal as the individuals involved.
Taking views in from multiple sources is good starting with the internet encyclopedia but in the end, everyone needs to find their own definition of what these terms mean to them and most importantly (as in the emphasized lyrics of Sting's Englishman In New York),
"Be yourself no matter what they say."
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The Truth About S & M
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Posted:Jul 18, 2007 7:13 am
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2007 7:32 am 17423 Views
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A masochist wrote to a Domme saying, "I want you to really hurt me" so the Domme sent him a quick reply stating, "I'm not interested!"
A submissive woman comes home and tells her Dom she needs to be severely punished tonight. He thinks for a moment and quietly pushes her aside, turns on the television and watches an entire football game for the first time in his life!
A "Master" sends a woman who advertises herself as a slave an email telling her she must get on her knees and beg to perform oral sex on him. She writes back to him explaining:
Surely, you can't be a real Master. My last boyfriend didn't even call himself a Master and I had to get on my knees and beg daily just to get him to do a few things around the house or get a job!
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A Memorable Evening Together
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Posted:Jan 12, 2007 12:08 pm
Last Updated:Jun 15, 2008 9:03 pm 20570 Views
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After a nice dinner we take a walk holding hands when I whisper into your ear, “Tonight is a special night” kissing you gently on your neck as we enjoy the peacefulness of a quiet evening. I can see by the look in your eye there is a pleasant excitement as you begin to wonder and imagine the possibilities. I squeeze your hand tighter and feel the warmth that floods you as you’re overcome with excitement with the knowledge I have surprises in store for you. We arrive at my place and as I close the door behind us, I turn around quickly taking you by the hips and pulling you toward me kissing you passionately. We embrace so tightly we can barely breathe; the anticipation is overwhelming. My hand runs gently through your hair as I pull you closer kissing you deeply, tasting all that is you. This excites me beyond belief and you feel another hand grazing your nipple so lightly, it sends tingles through your entire body and a shiver down your spine. I push you playfully against the wall taking your arms and placing them against the wall high above your head and holding them there as I kiss you even more deeply. The index finger of my other hand traces along the delicate curves of your thigh moving upward past your hip toward your breast but stops short of it pausing for awhile. I look you deeply in the eyes as you suddenly feel my hand cupping your breast more firmly rubbing it a bit. Quietly, the buttons of your blouse are removed one by one as my lips caress your cheek and you feel the vibrations of my moan near your ear pass through you. I pull on the strap of your bra more aggressively for a moment and then unfasten it as I lift it along your sleek arms and away from you. I whisper very softly that I want you on your knees with your arms behind your back and you gracefully comply as we move away from the wall several feet. I bend down kissing you again with a gentleness you weren’t expecting. Then I kiss you on your forehead softly before I step away and out of your sight. You hear a cabinet open and close and then I return with my hands behind my back stepping behind you. You feel rope being wrapped around your wrists several times and then looped through the center forming individual cuffs and finally tied securely in a knot. The back of my hands begin to tenderly travel from your wrists up your arms slowly as you feel my warm breath in your ear whispering, “We will remember this night forever”. One hand takes hold of your hair pulling your head back a little as my lips touch your neck. I feel the heat emanating from you which fires my flames of passion. I want you so bad but know we have so far to go! Then a blindfold is placed on you before you know what’s happening and I tell you to remain as I walk away. You hear me walking about and a refrigerator door opens or is it a freezer? Maybe both. You hear ice cube trays and other sounds. Ah, he’s making a drink. I return and lay some things on the floor. You feel me kiss you on the cheek and a glass of wine wafts under your nose. “Would you care for some wine?” You sip it as I tilt the glass and you hear me place it on the floor near us. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out for me.” You do so but a certain nervous excitement overcomes you. Silently, you feel something placed on your tongue as I whisper to you, “I think you will enjoy this.” The flavor gives way when you realize it’s chocolate!  You then hear the sound of ice in a glass of water rattling close to your ear as the chocolate saturates your senses. You feel me kiss you on the temple while the warmth of my hand strokes your neglected nipple. Quite suddenly, you feel the shock of an icy cold hand on your other breast causing you to gasp . . .
I hope you have chocolate nearby! *grin*
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