They Must Not Know What Experience Means
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Posted:Aug 9, 2022 2:21 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2023 2:50 am 6928 Views
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Someone recently commented that it must be hard being a little and being mature. Yeah....first off, I'm not a little, but thanks for assuming. It reminds me of a play party I attended, and a Dom proclaimed himself and his role and asked what mine was...Well it depends on who I am responding to. Energy is what I respond to, not labels. It is an instinctual characteristic in most of us.
In any case, there keep being challenges due to my experience level. I knew when my late Master died, that this was likely my last owner. Not because I can't let him go, or because he was so great, nor because I compare....
It is experience which means:
1. If you're bullshitting me, I know it.
2. If you're trying to minimize your insecurity and turn it around on me, I am calling you out on it.
3. If you are criticizing me and it is your bag to hold, I am reminding you.
4. If you think you have a golden cock and I am going to take anything to be with it, yeah don't flatter yourself. Yours isn't the only one that I have seen or felt.
The typical is the response that I am just a sub that wants to top from the bottom. Nope, I am a sub that knows my worth.
See, until I submit to you, I don't have to do diddly. You do not deserve any more respect than I do. I've seen behind the curtain of the puppet show, so instead of trying the same old lines....Realize that I know how you pull the strings. It makes you rise to the occasion and that isn't easy for most insecure men.
The one I love is: You just arent ready for someone else in your life and compare them to your late husband.
Um, here's a clue dingbat, he is dead. You can't compete with someone who isn't alive. That comment reeks of insecurity.
And here we are full circle...
Do you have control of yourself, or just winging it? Because otherwise you have no business trying to control me.
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Irreplaceable - Beyonce
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Digging Deeper VI
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Posted:Aug 5, 2022 8:19 pm
Last Updated:Aug 8, 2022 1:45 pm 7121 Views
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Yup, we are deep in the story now about Sasha. It is easy to see why she was drowning herself in self-medication for a while. Secrets and pain dull for a short time that way. But, it is definitely nice to see her working all that pain out finally. We will see where it goes for her in Key West after fleeing and hiding there on the safe haven compound....
Sasha curled up in her pajamas and soft socks beside him on the couch. Her wet freshly washed hair smelled of coconut. He smelled it as she nuzzled against his chest. His deep voice reverberated in her ear in its soothing tone, "So did Bob or another one find you there?"
Sasha answered quietly, "We will get there shortly"
"I went into town with Ed to check out the club the next night after going through the safety protocol with him in case they showed up. Didn't matter if they were looking for me or not. If I saw one, I was to call him and he would pick me up at a predetermined location in the van so he could hide me on the way out of town. He even had a small store that would hire me for the cool down period until they left" Sasha traced her finger over his muscular tummy while she talked.
"I had to get used to stripping nude and with no restrictions there. It was wide open and wild. But, you get over that quickly. I could not return home until I had shaken them for good, which is why I was stuck in paradise, so to speak. I met the DJ for the rock station one night and he asked me out. He seemed very tame and settled, very not my usual type and I figured my type is what got me in this mess, so it was safety that made me say yes. He was sweet, took me to see .38 special on the Air Force base looking out at the ocean while the sunset blasted beautiful colors across the sky. I met the band and felt like life was turning out alright. " She smiled a little as he stroked her hair.;
"Girl, you have lived a lot and never boring" He smiled and shook his head amazed again at this lovely creature
"For sure Daddy" Sasha let out a laugh
"One night about a month later, Danno came to get me on break at the club to take a stroll down Duvall St. I put on a white outfit that was see through and hugged my curves. We were hand in hand laughing at tourists and their ridiculous antics while drunk. The crowd was thick that evening. We neared Sloppy Joes, and all of the sudden a man standing on a lamp post and peering into the crowd caught my eye. It was Bob. He was searching the crowd and I knew it was for me. I quickly jerked Danno into a retail store entry. I was almost hyperventilating. He said 'What is it Sasha???' I had not told him my story of course. I simply told him I needed to get to a pay phone quickly and I would explain later, but I could not be on that street'" Sasha paused.
"He followed you there? How did he know?" He queried incredulous.
"Im getting to it Daddy" She sweetly admonished him.
"Sorry babygirl, continue"
"Ed came and got me in what seemed like forever. I was on safety lockdown. The next week when they were still in town, Ed told me to make a call Wayne. When he picked up the phone I told him Bob contacted a girlfriend of mine and told her he was hunting me down. Wayne replied that Bob was bitching about some Ray Bans I lost of his, and said he had gone to Key West to find me, as he had a tip I was there. I arranged with Wayne to go buy the Ray Bans and I would meet Bob at Rick's on Duvall to give them to him." Sasha stopped and sat up to get a drink of water.
He stroked her back, "You must have been terrified."
"Yes, but you never show your fear to a predator" Sasha said matter of factly.
She continued, "I met him there that night. I know my legs were shaking, I remember that. He sat beside me at the bar. I started to hand him the Ray Bans and Bob snipped at me 'Don't you hand those to me in here. We will walk outside to do that' I just complied, but as soon as we walked outside onto the busy sidewalk, I stopped. He chuckled and said 'Now don't be a scared little bitch' I told him I was not scared, just smart. This was over and we were even. He laughed again and said ' Come on back with me to the room and let's have some fun' I shook my head, put the glasses in his hand and walked back into the bar" Sasha paused and sat the drink down.
"Something tells me that wasn't the end of him" Her Dom said the comment knowingly.
"No, unfortunately, it wasn't" She curled back up against him , "Tomorrow Daddy, more tomorrow" She sighed and relaxed against his frame
Song for this post
Caught Up In You - .38 Special
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Digging Deeper Part V
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Posted:Aug 5, 2022 9:51 am
Last Updated:Aug 7, 2022 11:26 pm 6848 Views
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The next night as Sasha told him the continuation of her story, he cooked dinner. She sat relaying the details as he imagined them taking place...
Sasha pulled into the compound driveway. She parked at the large RV. A tall woman with raven hair peeked out of the door and smiled waving to Sasha. The door opened and she waited on Sasha to get out and come to the porch steps.
"My name is Tonya. Welcome Sasha, I presume" She smiled and warmly reached out to shake Sasha's hand
"Hi Tonya. You are correct. Thank you for welcoming me" Sasha smiled and wearily stretched while listening to Tonya.
"Here is a key to your RV, which is behind mine. Ed is up and in his RV, at the back of the compound. He will be awaiting you after you get your suitcase out to your RV. If you need anything at all, please knock on my door." Tonya softly smiled and watched as Sasha got her suitcase out of the car and walked around the RV to find her own.
She could see Ed's RV lights on after she got her suitcase loaded into her RV. She walked through the mangrove tree glade and knocked on his door. It was dimly lit inside and she stepped in, smelling his coffee.
"You made it Sasha. I am so glad" Ed smiled and then sipped his coffee.
"Yes, it seems I have." She answered.
"So you know who you are dealing with...I was the President of the Iron Horsemen in Maine once upon a time. When I retired, I left the group, I decided I would help women like you to rid yourself of predators in the clubs. " He spoke softly,, but direct. Sasha listened intently.
"You think you have escaped, and if you have, then hallelujah. But, if they decide to come after you, we will have protocol in place. I have gotten you a job at the best strip club in town. You report in two days, so you can rest after your ordeal. Breakfast is at 9 am if you want to join us. Now go sleep, and we will talk tomorrow." He stopped and Sasha stood. "I'm glad you made it to paradise. You are safe. Sleep tight"
Sasha thanked him, and left to go sleep off the road burn. In the morning she awoke to see a brightly colored tree frog on her window screen. She watched him a moment before getting up to make some coffee. Ed's words had run through her head last night, and again today...." You think you have escaped"....
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Change - Blind Melon
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Digging Deeper Part IV
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Posted:Aug 3, 2022 4:21 pm
Last Updated:Aug 5, 2022 4:33 pm 7041 Views
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He sat back on the sofa. It was the end of a a beautiful night.
"Let's walk down to the beach, love" He called out to her while she washed the dishes. Sasha had her thick curls pulled into a ponytail high on her head. The coils of her curls hung about her head, and small curls formed in the tendrils that softly framed her face.
"Sure, sounds lovely" She called out, after wiping her hands on the hand towel.
They walked hand and hand, strolling down to the soft sand. They could already hear the pounding waves. Sasha twirled holding his hand above her head. Her tinkling laughter echoed against the sides of the high rise resorts, and trailed off in the ocean breeze. He grinned and chuckled, relishing in her playfulness.
Once they settled in the sand, he looked at her, "I am enjoying learning your story"
"I'm so glad you don't judge me. I am not proud of some of it, but it made me who I am" She said to him The long pause that followed had them listening to the waves again.
"Please continue" He said politely
Sasha looked off into the stars over the foam of the waves crashing
"Where was I ?...Oh, yes...so the next week, the girl came to me and told me she wanted me to meet someone. We walked over to a slight gentleman sitting at a table. He wore jeans and a pressed shirt, maybe 55-60 in age." Sasha licked her lips as the salty breeze made them drier.
"After introductions, he slid a business card in my hand. He whispered into my ear, My wife and I will be awaiting your call. Any day or time we will be there to answer in case you want to be free' Well I thanked him and moved along. When I looked at the card while in the safety of a bathroom stall, it said ,' Our mission is to help those who want it' and a number was printed below" Sasha paused again. She took her finger and traced into the sand the outline of a sun and moon, drawing as she spoke.
"I allowed a probate, Steve, to take me on a date. He had softness about him, and I knew I'd be better to make an escape if I seemed compliant. Within a week, I had him in love with me, so I moved into his place. He was handsome, kind, and I knew they wanted him to have a girlfriend. They would be patching him within a week, which meant a celebration. The night of the party, I waited while they got drunk, and passed out. I packed the necessities in my car quickly, and drove off with my heart pounding." Sasha paused.
He reached to press a curl from her lips. "You are mine, and I love you" He spoke honestly.
Sasha kissed his fingers, "I love you too Daddy" She softly spoke.
The waves pounded a rhythmic beat, and Sasha looked off at the black abyss of the horizon.
"I stopped at the first pay phone and called the couple. My heart was still racing. The man answered. I simply said 'Give me an address, this is Sasha from Daytona' He gave me the address which was at the 18 mile marker in the Keys near Key West. I headed down I-95 and got into the keys at 2 am. I couldn't see the beauty of it, I simply knew the water was on either side of US1 and I was free for now. I imagined this was how the slaves who were released felt. I never stopped looking in my rear view mirror, and don't to this day" Her words hung there while the waves pounded the sand. Sasha stood to stretch her legs
"Can we begin again tomorrow? I'm sorry, but I am tired now."
He smiled and rose, dusting off the sand, "Yes babygirl, we can. We have as much time as you need"
He extended a hand to help Sasha up the stairs to the sidewalk. They strolled back home hand in hand.
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Train, Train - Blackfoot
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Digging Deeper Part III
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Posted:Aug 1, 2022 5:18 pm
Last Updated:Aug 3, 2022 6:14 am 7605 Views
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We last left Sasha sleeping, as her new man looked up the infamous Ou.tla.ws that had enslaved his girl. She was telling him the story of her life, and he could see why she had such a protective wall built around her. She was street wise beyond the polished demeanor she could carry.
We will step back in time, to 1992...
Follow me into the Shark Lounge, in Daytona Florida. There, on the stage is Sasha, in all her seductive glory, while she performs with a live shark swimming below the plexiglass. She undulates to the sound of the music drowning out anything else in the small beachside bar. Have a seat, as the story is getting interesting.
Sasha finishes her set and steps off the stage, only to disappear behind some velvet curtains. In the dressing room, one of the other dancers approaches her. Sasha is sitting on one of the chairs, breathing heavy and damp with sweat from her set. She is counting her money and straightening the bills to wrap around her garter securely.
"Hey girl..." The pretty girl smiles at Sasha. She nods at the girl.
"How are your holding up?" The girl asks.
"What do you mean?" Sasha asks her warily.
"I worry about you. Those guys are no joke and I don't want to see you hurt." The girl looked genuinely concerned. But, Sasha knew better than to be open. She knew the club would have women set other women up to find out who they could trust. Run your mouth, and you may be taken out to the Everglades and not return.
"I don't know what you re referring to" Sasha snipped back.
"Listen, I know a guy that helps girls like you. If he comes in, I will introduce you" She reached out and touched Sasha's arm.
Sasha recoiled from her touch, "You don't know shit and I like my ass in one piece." She finished and exited through the velvet curtains, strutting in her spiked heels with a toss of raven hair.
The next evening, Wayne came in, His raven hair was slicked back in a ponytail and he stood at the bar watching Sasha until she crossed the room to him. He looked dangerously handsome in black leather chaps and gloves.
"How is the sexiest girl in Daytona" He said the words with no emotion as he sipped a Jack and soda.
"I am doing well. Wayne, ya know, I don't really belong here. If I left, would you possibly keep Bob off my ass?" Sasha asked the question and batted her long lashes.
Wayne didn't look long into her deep brown irises.
"You think I can control a wild animal?" He chuckled and shook his ice against the glass before sipping.
"Please Wayne. I need to get on with my life. My family will come looking for me soon, and the club doesn't need anymore heat" She pleaded a little.
He paused and looked into her eyes through the dark shades, "You are a beautiful girl Sasha...If you want to leave...Yes, you have my word" He looked sincere.
Deep down, Sasha knew that she couldn't trust her perceptions anymore. A shark will look at you and say they will not bite you, but the nature of the beast will prevail.
We will return to see what the lady decided to do.
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Those Shoes - The Eagles
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Digging Deeper Part II
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Posted:Jul 31, 2022 7:54 pm
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2022 9:54 pm 7434 Views
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Sasha lay in the darkened room beside his body, her own curling into his, with her head on his chest. He stroked her curly hair and neck, she sighed and relaxed.
"Go on with the story babygirl" His words rained safety down on Sasha.
"I can still smell the clubhouse where my fear was such that I obeyed Bob's demands rather than face his fury. Well, the day I talked him into letting me go back home, the president of all the Florida Out.la.ws rode in. We all knew him as 'Joe Black', but his real name was Wayne." He could tell Sasha had drifted right back there in her mind.
"Wayne came to my car and charmed me, saying he didn't need anything from me and just wanted me to stop in Daytona on the way and have dinner at his restaurant. Naive as I was, I simply said, 'OK' duh. " Sasha shook her head at herself and let out a wry chuckle.
"Within two days, he had me moving into the Daytona chapter's house to be his mistress. Within two weeks an FBI agent stopped me to warn me about who I was with" Sasha paused, but he just kept stroking her neck.
"I knew this was going nowhere fast, Wayne had a girlfriend, so he apparently gave notice that I was free to take. They started showing up at my door to take me out, take me shopping, you name it. An endless string of trashy bikers who had taken 0or would take other's lives. All I could do was try to figure a way out... "
A tear fell onto her cheek, and he could feel the wetness on his chest. He squeezed her shoulder, "Shhh baby....that's enough for tonight" He soothed Sasha with his words. "We will continue this tomorrow"
"Yes sir" she whispered and tried to lower her heart rate with her breathing.
When she fell asleep, he got up and sat in front of the computer. He typed in the names she had given him, and they appeared on his page, in all their leather clad infamy. He shook his head amazed that this beautiful creature was still alive.
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Mainstreet - Bob Segar
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Digging Deeper
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Posted:Jul 31, 2022 1:28 pm
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2024 9:46 pm 7119 Views
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Sasha began to answer him with trepidation. She knew she must tell all of the ugly sordid details. The question ran through her mind though, what would he think of her after?
"There is not a lot I am truly afraid of. You would be hard pressed to find that trigger. After staring death in the face, you fear nothing." Her voice began the story with a slow rhythmic sound. "I am not referring to the death of a loved one. I am speaking of facing death yourself."
His face showed nothing but interest and he remained silent.
"Being raised by educated people, who were comfortable, gave me no reason to be as street savvy as I am. My theory is that I flirted with the dangerous, to prove I could handle it. Rebellion was what I relished. If you said I shouldn't; I would. If you said I couldn't; Oh, I damn sure would show you I could." Sasha let a little laugh escape as she spoke her truth.
He smiled and urged her on, "You are safe with me Sasha. Go on..."
She took a deep breath expanding her chest and holding it before letting it go slowly.
"Unfortunately, I came into dancing when the Ou.tla.w bikers were at their peak and owned a lot of dancing clubs. The year was 1992. Unbeknownst to me, they were feuding with other bikers for territory. Women are never privy to what is going on within their secret society. I thought I could remain on the outside of their drama by merely working for them as a dancer. " Sasha looked at his eyes as she spoke, but hers were deep within the tale already.
She would take another breath and then continue, "'Taco' was president and although I was never with him, you know when you are in the presence of evil. I was always charmed by them all, until I ended up in the bed of 'Gan.gster' Bob in Ft Lauderdale. They are all friendly until they think they can control you. It was then that I knew what real slavery was. " Her face had turned somewhat pale as she spoke.
He reached out and stroked her hair, reassuring her.
Sasha smiled faintly and nuzzled his hand.
"You are always full of surprises Sasha. Now go lay on the bed and await me so I can cuddle away your shame and fear before we finish this story" He softly spoke.
Sasha rose immediately, obeying him with happiness.
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I'm No Angel - Gregg Allman
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Uncontrollably
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Posted:Jul 30, 2022 8:03 am
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2024 3:07 am 7016 Views
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Most who seek love, do so with caution.
Falling into love with such depth can be crazy scary. Think of standing on the platform of a plane, your toe tips on the edge, your fingertips inside the door, holding you in its little doorway....About to be pulled into the abyss, only to hope a parachute is attached and working, if needed. This is how true love feels, and yet we jump in willingly.
That feeling has left a whole genre of music in it's wake. We all have love songs that evoke memories of a person we allowed into our bubble.
The following list holds some of my gems...
Enjoy
Uncontrollably In Love Playlist
Ain't No Way - Aretha Franklin
I Only Have Eyes For You - The Flamingos
Dance With Me - Nouvelle Vague
Smoke Gets In Your Eyes - The Platters
Tupelo Honey - Van Morrison
Windmills of Your Mind - Sting
Chances Are - Johnny Mathis
I Belong To You - Eros Ramazotti & Anastacia
The Very Thought of You - Nat King Cole
I'm Gonna Love You - Barry White
Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran
If I Ain't Got You - Alicia Keys
At Last - Etta James
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The Irony of It All
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Posted:Jul 28, 2022 7:31 pm
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2024 12:52 am 6757 Views
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When endings happen, they aren't always welcomed. Especially, it seems in jobs and relationships. We are creatures of habit after all. We welcome the day to day of the known over the unknown.
The salon I have been working at has an owner who is married to someone on the se.x regi.stry. I didn't know this until a couple months ago. Not only that, she hired a young stylist who is an ass kisser to the point she started calling her mommy and her husband Daddy. That was where I drew the line.
On Tuesday, they fired me because I was distancing myself. I knew it was coming, so I had been compiling lists of to call when the shit show blew apart. And as usual, I am finding this was likely the best outcome overall.
Isn't it ironic that I am offended by the twisted antics of damaged people not in the lifestyle?
It's a crazy world...
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Ironic - Alanis Morissette
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Succumbing to The Beast
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Posted:Jul 28, 2022 7:16 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2023 9:29 pm 6625 Views
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Deep within the darkest realm of her mind,...
She craves your touch, your whispered words of intent.
It is there that she craves your connection to her soul....
Her wit dances with yours and lingers to pl.ay,
Your sensual touch dances with hers and intertwines,
Her hair tossles about your face and she fights it back,
Your panting breaths fan over her lips while melting together...
In a breathy moment
When will I get to touch them?
You know what she means...physical realty
Her lips long to touch yours...
She wants
Groping
Desire...
Some Pain...
She longs for your beast
And you long for the victim in her
She longs for you as the predator
And fears it in the same breath
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Big Bad Wolf - In This Moment
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