My Soul Searching

Before meeting Arianna I was single for a little over two years , my you it was by choice. I had spent that time in doing some deep soul searching and I needed to find out a few things about myself. One who was I , I mean really I needed to know who I was in terms of the lifestyle. I cant remember back far enough when I had what you would call vanilla friends and my circle of friends in the lifestyle well I could count on one hand. There are reasons I keep my circle so small , one being if my circle is small and I am in contact with someone on a regular basis and I know I can turn to them ,  then I can consider them to be a friend. Even social media like Facebook or Fetlife I am not a friend collector , after all what is the point of having 2000 friends if you are never in contact with them?  Two I needed to find out what my needs were , what type of relationship did I need to have to keep the fire inside going ? Three what type of woman did I need in my life , was it a submissive ? Was it a Slave ? Or the last thing that popped in my head was she to be property ? There are clear differences between the three and each Dom or Master or owner differs as well , after all we are all different.

Knowing those three things before you enter a relationship is very vital when it comes to having any type of successful relationship but more so when it comes to our lifestyle.

Now during the 2,5 years I was single I did date and the dating process was so I could eliminate what I was not looking for and again I wanted a better Idea as to what I truly needed out of a partner…

One date I remember submissive saying I do not swallow , now sex was really down at the bottom of my list but to tell me you are not going to do something is a strike , and another no anal for me I get nothing out of it. It was obvious we had different out looks when it came to a relationship because it was not about her it was about me. I do not like bondage it does nothing for me , another I do not like humiliation it takes me to a bad place , the list went on and on. So at the end of the dates I would pay for the dinner and explain we were way to far apart to be able to come to any type of an agreement when it comes to a relationship. You mean because I do not like anal you do not want a relationship ? You are 100% correct that would be a need for me and while anal is not at the top of my list I may at times go a month or so just ass fucking , but of course then I always want to finish in the mouth. ATM is my favorite word..

Being a Dominant just did not fit me , this is mainly because a submissive has the right to say no. Being a master there are still negotiations which meant something on my check list could be marked off , yes such as no anal , or no sex when I dont feel like it or I am to tired. Tired really ? All you have to do is lay on your back I bust a nut and get up and you can go back to being tired.  I am to tired what the fuck does that mean ?

I wanted the word NO wiped from ones vocabulary , I cant , I wont. I wanted and needed full control over someones life, I would be responsible for taking care of everything , I would meet ones needs but then I expected my needs and wants to be completed again after all it was about me.

First entering the lifestyle the first slave I met was a total Masochist and needed humiliation just to survive , now how awesome was that ? Well one would think they struck gold but in time I found the Humiliation to be difficult because each time I had to out do the last. The pain part I learned where I could hit and where I could no that my friends is very important because you can really fuck someone up and try explaining that to a Judge. Sherrie wanted a relationship but I did not and while we dated for almost seven years I never not one time fucked her , yea that is the truth. Now she did however suck a lot of dick and I mean a lot but I never fucked her. I did fist her pussy and ass she really got off on that. I would stop by her work and insert a coke can and come back several hours later so I could take it out.  Driving down Hwy 95 in Daytona one time we were pulled over , and I am thinking what the fuck. Sherrie was sitting in the passenger seat butt ass naked holding a huge ass dildo. So the cop walks up and looks in the car and I am thinking this is not going to be good. He simply asked if everything was ok and Sherrie said yes. She was giving a ticket because her tag had expired. The cop never said anything about her being naked , I am guessing the size of the dildo did shock him because it took two hands to hold it.

Years and years past since the late 80’s and while I thought all of my relationships were on spot they were not and each one failed because of me. They failed because I was not willing to commit the time needed and it was pretty much one sided , which now it is pretty much one sided but what makes it different now is I give back , on my terms..

Now you are thinking the kind of relationship you want is impossible. You would never find a slave who would just submit to your every need right ? The key word is patience , good things come to those who wait and most of the time just like my now relationship Arianna fell right into my lap out of the sky. Speaking to a Dom one night and him and I are pretty close with our thoughts when it comes to ownership , anyway we were talking after a MAsT meeting one night and he stated I was lucky and just like I thought he said it was like Arianna fell from the sky as a gift.

I have been very blessed over the past 6 years and knowing many more years to come is more of a blessing. I am also blessed to live with not one but two women Arianna my slave and Lynn our submissive. Arianna completed most of Lynns training taking a huge weight off of my shoulders. Our house runs smoothly and without a glitch , both girls get along with each other.  There is zero Drama and zero problems yea sometimes I cannot believe how smoothly things are going.

Negotiating our relationship was really pretty easy it was my way or no way. I was straight forward and to the point. The thing that blew my mind was Arianna said one word, Okay. That threw me off for a few minutes but I did not show it. Arianna then explained her needs , now in order for me to get what I want I knew I had to give back and her one and only request was to be micromanaged. This was a area I had zero experience in , even asking others in the lifestyle I was told it was way to much work let her go..

Remember the slave must adapt to your way of living , your life , your needs and your training.

Training is something I take very serious and I put a lot of thought into it. What worked for the last slave will not work with a new one. The rules are different , their personality is different , their mindset is different and of course needs. If all the needs are met there are no wants.

I asked the question several times are you sure ? Are you sure this is the path you want to take? Each time the answer was yes and so our journey began.

I am more of a Mental Owner , in order to control someone you need to be in their head , you need to know what makes them think the way they do , their habits , why they have those habits. You have to know their reasoning , now that part is deep. You have to know what makes them think the way they do. Once you are inside as confusing as it may be you are now in full control. The hard part is knowing what to do , when and why. If you fuck something up you gotta fix it so be careful.

What I do in a sense is strip one of ones dignity , I take everything away that was a need and turn them into privileges. I took all clothes away including when company came over , again depending who it was. I took all furniture away including being able to sit at the dinner table. I controlled shower time , bed time , food that was prepared. I controlled hair color , nail polish and I controlled what clothes would be worn outside when we did go out.  I controlled the way she sat , how she spoke and who she spoke to. I used her and used often. I used without a word , I used every hole , I let her know I was taking what was mine.  The slave is yours , your property , you own after all they gave you that right. Use and use how you want and when you want. While I am not a huge fan of Humiliation I do use some form during my training , again this is to reinforce our positions within the home.

Breaking a rule must be a serious offense , the slave forgot to text this is part of training. There is no reason to go off the handle. Training is about changing habits and depending on who you are working with you are looking at 90 days or more before most things catch on. We as owners must show patience.

Keeping that mindset , putting protocols in place and staying on top of the protocols , ownership is not a 9 to 5 job. As Dominants , Masters and Owners we must be available to our partners 24/7 no questions asked.

The one weakness that can kill a M’s relationship is when the Master feels guilty about punishing , or slips and does not stay on top of things , begins to let rules go without consequences. Once you change and your property has seen the difference it is impossible to turn back the pages.

The words I wish I was a better Dom or a better Master , I am sorry I am a failure. Think about those words yea pretty pathetic and your property may not say anything but the same thoughts are there. There are thoughts you keep to yourself , it is actions and words you share. The property looks up to us , not only for a relationship but guidance , direction and depends on us to keeps the rules we have put in placed enforced..

I had thought about Blogging about feminism but as stated above I will leave that as a thought..

Vile

Communication

Anal Sex And Submission

There is just something about Anal sex. To me the ass is the most intimate part of the female body.

Bondage , restricting the movement of the body , face down on the bed , lubing a finger and sliding in the ass , then pulling out adding more lube then sliding two fingers in slowly stretching getting it ready.

I am a huge fan of ATM , its almost a fetish but a real need when it comes to submission , there is something about ATM that is taboo. Being something so intimate to me its just not with anyone. In order for me to have sex with someone I have to have a connection , a deep connection. I suppose as we age our thought process changes or maybe not , maybe its just my way of thinking..  There are some dogs out there , men and women who just have that fuck thing going in over drive, but I wonder if they are truly happy or just fulfilling that moment. Then going home alone with a cold empty feeling. We as humans have that need for companionship , then need to be close to someone.  We have that need to be needed even when entering a relationship knowing it will not work, it is for that moment.

Bondage , tight bondage is the ultimate aphrodisiac it puts the submissive in a mindset of being helpless. Gagged and hood adds more , when you take away one or more senses away it causes a type of confusion.

Sex today it seems different , I have talked to some and it seems sex has no meaning. Sex is just a act of physical contact with no feelings or emotions. I wonder how someone could be in a relationship and it last with thoughts like that in ones mind?

I can no longer use the word making love , nor can I have that genital touch although at times I do try and I try , I try because in my mind it is needed , or that is my way of thinking. Just like getting head most of the time I love that slow gentle touch but at times I just have the need to grab her head and just start fucking her mouth.

We all look at sex in different ways , we think different and some consider sex as being meaningless. Sex just being a act with no emotions.

I find my slave when giving head as submission , but anal sex is more intimate to me because I feel it is something or the most private part of the female body.

One of my first questions when I meet someone this is after getting to know the potential partner is how she feels about anal sex? The word no ends the conversation , why? Although sex should not be based off of sex , sex does play a huge role. If you are male or female and you give into a need there will be sometime down the road when it will come up again. Making sure your needs are met is a must and if you give in then down the road you will not be happy.

A sadist meeting a submissive who cannot even stand to wear nipple clamps well do you think the relationship would last? Not it would crumble within weeks because a sadist has the need to inflict pain , inflicting pain is the way the sadist gets off. There are not many sadist who are Dominants , nor are there many Dominants who are true sadist.

Anal sex if done right can be pleasurable for both , the building up , the foreplay , taking your time , not just bending over and shoving your cock up her ass. I myself are guilty of that at times because 99% of the time the sex is about me and me only , I just want to get off and go about my business. This was all negotiated prior to entering our relationship so there were no surprises.

Some Dominants and those who are submissive may not have any interest in anal sex , there are those who are dominant I have talked to have no interest in anal sex because they felt it was dirty , and many of those who made the comments felt the same way about eating pussy. Some even said eating pussy was to submissive or it was a submissive act by a Dominant. I am not sure where those thoughts come from but to each their own I suppose.

In the past I settled for part time submission while I was trying to be a full time Dominant and it does not work. Why should I give 100% and a slave only give 50% or less? Why should I give all and not get my needs met or why should I meet needs while mine are not being met?

I cannot stress enough on how important it is to truly know each other before entering a full blown relationship , then sitting down and expressing each others needs and making sure they are going to be met. It takes very little time to sit down and talk.

You only have one life to play with , why not play it with the ball in your court?

Vile

My Cocoon And Fucking

Some days I sit back and think about how it all started , how over the years I went through this crazy transformation, how I was different and did not really fit in.

I grew up with a very dysfunctional family , always fighting , I mean fighting throwing punches not me but my parents , real hand to hand combat. Addiction to pain pills and binge drinking and yet I still for the most managed to stay mostly unnoticed.

I had no idea where I was going or how I would turn out but I knew what I did not want to be and that was like my parents.

The age of I am thinking 13 we moved to a little hick town one of our many moves and I remember my first day of school the 6th grade. Meeting the principle and him walking me to my first period class. As the door opened to the classroom , my first thoughts were holy fucking shit ,what the fuck have my parents done now ? Crew cuts , cowboy boot , army style hair cuts and overhauls.

My hair was almost to my waist and I was thinking this would never work , now I fit in less. I was right for about the first 6 months , the guys mostly ignored me but the girls for the most was pretty friendly. Sitting in class who ever sat behind me would braid my hair.

I remember one of the guys making fun of me because I had been wearing the same pair of jeans to school for 6 months , again my parents were pretty much useless but at 13 I had to do something about it.

Right across the street from us was a restaurant called the Skyline Cafe a little mom and pop place that was always busy. I walked over one day and asked the owner if there was anything I could do to make a little money. The next day I was washing dishes after school making 2.01 an hour. I started at 2.30pm and worked until 10.30 and still getting up for school. At the age of 13 I was making like 90 bucks a week so it was time to make some changes.

Family Discount , they were good for selling clothes that were seconds , meaning when finished something did not pass inspection. In about 3 weeks I had a closet full of clothes.

At the age of 15 I went to work at a cotton mill , and I was trained to work on a thread machine, now I was making 4.91 an hour and soon 6 dollars an hour making more than either one of my parents. I was working second shift and still going to school and at home I pretty much stayed to myself , locked in my room with my Tv and Boom box.

One day this was a few years back I got nosy and while my parent were gone I went into their bedroom and started going through their stuff not really looking for anything. Then I found this box under the bed full of paperback books. I sit down and started reading and I was thinking holy fuck what the fuck? Books like the daughter next door , the Babysitter, but they all had one thing in common. They are all about nasty degrading fucking. Rough humiliating sex , face fucking , stretching the ass with massive cocks, pulling hair and yes bondage. I fucking struck gold , I took two of the books and off to my room I went. Jumping in bed pulling my pants off and just started reading and jacking off. I now have learned about the birds and the bees. I knew what sex was and , and how a girl wanted to be treated.

Over a short period of time when I first started working one thing I noticed that was different was my confidence it was off the chain. I had changed , I was more out going, more out spoken and could walk up to a girl and strike up a conversation.

My biggest thing was what was called leisure suits with bell bottoms. I had a different color suit for every day of the week , and silk shirts but lets not forget the platform shoes. I felt like a rock star and the feeling was good instead of walking there was somewhat of a strut.

Riding the bus home one day I found myself sitting next to a girl named Beverly , she was not that pretty but had a fucking body that would derail a train. Talking and she invited me over to her house one Saturday. When she answered the door my jaw dropped she was wearing this short tee shirt and nothing under although I did not notice until in her bedroom and she sat one the bed. Here was my chance to put everything I had learned to work after all from reading I knew everything about sex.

Spread your legs so I can see your cunt bitch, the look in her eyes was a true Kodak moment but she did, grabbing her hair and shoving two fingers in her going as deep as I could I started pounding her. Standing up I dropped my pants grabbed her by her and to her knees shoving my cock in her mouth I began fucking her. What a fucking feeling , what a fucking rush. It was like two minutes and I blew my load. Once I let go Beverly sat back and just said holy fuck. I pulled my pants back up and said I gotta go and I just walked out. That was the beginning of my travels , that was the change, that is what got me to where I am today.

The next time I saw Beverly we went into the woods but I had something different in mind , this times I had rope with me and I was looking for the perfect spot , the perfect trees. Ahh there we go I placed her between two trees and told her to get naked. Without any hesitation in a matter of seconds she was butt ass naked. Grabbing one wrist I tied it with rope and attached it to a tree, then the other wrist. Sitting back I got this kinda evil feeling running through me and I walked behind her and took my belt off, remember the books , I knew what she wanted. I stood back and grabbed my belt the buckle in one hand and smack right across her ass then again and again until her ass was blood red and she did not say a word. I walked up behind her puling her ass towards me just bent over a little dropping my pants and I shoved my cock in her pussy yea the first time. Fucking seemed like forever , I guess because my mind was racing, I pulled out and found her ass and right in I went, then it was only seconds I blew my load. As I was fucking her ass I reached up and grabbed her throat and squeezed tight that is when I blew. Stepping back and looking I was thinking what power , I just took what I wanted.

Walking in class I would walk up to her and tell her to meet me behind the gym at lunch. On your knees, I would fuck her mouth cum and tell her to go eat. She always did what I told her and without question.

The bad thing is girls talk so reaching high school I did not date very much. There were a few but those were short lived. One or two outings and I was just ignored until I met Shannon , Shannon was a small little chunky blonde who had a ass sent straight from heaven and there was one thing I knew I had to have it. She had very pale skin and deep blue eyes , very soft spoken , quiet . She like me was a loner we stayed to ourselves , so we kinda hit it off. She to was much like Beverly , but Shannon was different her and I actually talked , played games together you know fun stuff but the sex was fucking incredible I could do pretty much anything I wanted to. Our relationship lasted about a year, there was no bondage just straight out fucking. The mouth , pussy and ass , she really hated being fucked in the ass but she took it. I knew she did not like being fucked in the ass but it was not about her it was about me , so once again I was dumped but it did not matter because Beverly was my go to girl. It felt incredible because I had this sense of power over her. I could treat her like shit and she would come at the snap of a finger. Beverly was my first ass to mouth. Fucking her ass pulling out shoving my cock in her mouth and back in her ass.

As I said my parents were drunks , both took turns going in and out of rehab , both had been hospitalized for drug over dose multiple times.

I was getting ready to turn 17 and a Army recruiter came to our high school , while listening to the spill I had one thing in mind and that was get the fuck out. One friday the recruiter stopped by and picked me up and I went down to take a test , the next week at high school I was told I passed. So I left with a huge file getting home I waited till dinner once finished I started talking about going to camp. I had to talk early because one or both would soon be passed out. Summer camp is where I wanted to go so I put the papers on the table everything marked in yellow , yea just sign here and here and here.

That night I went to a phone booth and made the call telling him my parents had signed everything. October 14th the age of 17 the car pulled up in front of out apartment and off to Atlanta I went. Then a snag , I was like 4 pounds under weight what the fuck ? So I was put up in a hotel room across the street from the famous Fox Theater. 3 days I was fed peanut butter and banana sandwiches. On the 18th I was put on a train headed to Ft Dix New Jersey. I was in for a rude awakening , it was the first time in my life I had truly been scared.

One thing I had learned by then , life was based on two things. That would be choices and consequences.

A whole new life had opened up , once I finished Basic training I was off to Aberdeen Proving grounds. This is where I took a turn for the worse, smoking pot , taking pills and my first experience with Acid. Going to Titty bars at 17 being able to drink , I thought I was all grown up but it would take me several years to regain control.

Two tours in Korea this was my first experience with the world of BDSM I have posted a story about that. Then from Korea I was off to Germany where I met Gretchen , Gretchen was a beverly but only hotter. She had this goth nasty look. visiting a bar that looked like a cave, a singer named Nina was playing that night. Standing at the bar I turned and looked and I thought holy sweet jesus there is a god.  I walked up to her and she just looked at me and for the first time in my life I was speechless. I turned and walked away had a few more beers and walked back over and I just said you are fucking hot here’s a beer and she took it.

Gretchen was only 4’10 and weighed about 85 pounds , and always dressed goth, knee high platform boots with ripped stockings and gloves with no fingers. Jet black hair , and wore dark makeup.

Her and I would go over to a friend of mines place we would all be drinking , Gretchen laying across my lap and I would be fingering her ass , or have her suck my cock while we played cards. Going out when needing a taxi she would call at a phone booth and while waiting she would drop to her knees and blow me, she would even blow me sometimes in the taxi or at a bar.

Jumping ahead a few years I left the Army after serving 8 years. This is when I got slapped in the face. Still drinking , smoking pot and popping pills. Losing my first three jobs. Sitting down one night I thought to myself this is the same road my parents had taking.  So I fixed it I went cold turkey , took a month off to gather my thoughts.

Here I am today life is good and Ive calmed down quite a bit. Ive learned to control my anger. I now think logical , deep and hard before making huge decisions. Ive learned to love and not lust , although the lust does come out in thoughts.

I am now Married to my wife and slave Arianna , and our sister L life could not be any better. Last year my health started catching up to me and I had to make some drastic changes but there has been a huge improvement and it gets better every day.

Just a little more about me , much love to everyone who comes by and more so to those who comment. It may take a few days but I will reply.

 

 

My Life ,My House

 

 

Even I up until about 2 months ago had a Mentor, someone I could turn to if I did not have an answer. Animel passed away and I had no clue until I received a call from someone I knew not a friend just a acquaintance. I had known Animel for some 20 plus years and although I did not agree with everything he shared he was a book of knowledge. So here lately Ive kinda been out of it and it seems the smallest things get on my nerves. I do not get angry but I suppose the word would be irritated.  The other night I reached out to someone else and I knew immediately it was a mistake and I cut it off before I even got started. I reached out to a Master R and was told basically to go fuck myself but no hard feelings I just really needed to vent , venting Ive been doing for a couples of weeks and most everyone that knows me has seen the difference , the other half just think its me being me.

Calling Animel , he would answer and I would hear my phone rang and I looked at it and the caller ID said Dick Head. Then what the fuck do you want I don’t have all day ? The thing is I could talk and I knew it would not go anyplace. Sometimes I took his advice and at times I took a little of his and added a little of mine.

I am not into having cookouts with the smiths , I guess mainly we have absolutely nothing in common. I am not into sports or talking about other people. I am pretty much a loner until I get around like minded people.

Most people who meet me their first opinion is I am self centered , obnoxious , loud and rude , none caring , non empathetic, man I could go on and on but I wont. Arianna and I have talked about this very subject and she calls it confidence.

I get attached to some for what ever reason , its not like a love thing but more of a inner spiritual  connection on my part. Then and only then are you a true friend someone I would bend over backwards to help. This has only happened three times in my 54 years.

However there is a exception but there always is a exception. I enjoy helping people but I only help those who are trying to help themselves. I ask for nothing but in the back of my mind I am thinking if down the road I should need help those would step up to the plate.

I have been there , I was listening to a speech the other day and it was stated your life is a frame of mind. You can take someone who has lost everything and with the right state of mind they would bounce back full steam ahead.  If you expect someone to just open the door and fix your fuck ups then it will never happen.

Our community is very small compared to the over all population but today it is a dog eat dog world. Depending on who your speaking with most of the time I feel like picking up the phone and calling CNN.

I am a man who will drop everything at the drop of a hat if someone needs help , but as I have aged , Ive learned to only help those who are willing to help themselves.

I am a Drama free man , and I will not allow anyone to bring any drama to my home or my girls , this includes family. There are times when you have to cut ties even when someone is very close to you. Drama is a sickness , drama is a cancer and there are those who not only want it to spread but it is a need to them in order to survive.

BDSM today is more about the kink side of things , men wanting pussy and most subs or slaves trying to find that security and structure. You can play the game but if you do not know the rules you cannot win. BDSM has always been about kink but some try to hide that fact , but there are others who want to take a different path , there are those who are sincere about their Dominance or their submission.

So I use the word Mastery , the Master , the Dominant being able to put a solid plan into action and following through with good intentions. Mastery being able to enter someones head , someones train of thought. Getting in someones head is the easy part staying there is a total different story.

Mastery having the ability to stay consistent on a daily basis , being able to communicate, being able to listen , being able to maintain your control and anger.

I am against Domestic violence of any kind be it physical , verbal , or mental. Domestic Violence does not always mean a male there are women who are just as abusive.

Our relationship is 100% consensual , our relationship was negotiated prior to entering a relationship. We entered the relationship as master and slave. That brings back that state of mind. You have to need you can want but the need has to be there.

I like structure , I thrive on structure , I thrive on having a plan. Arianna and Lynns plans are planned a month in advance. Both have calendars , and the first of each month both start adding dates to doctors appointments and free time as well. Before making any type of request both come to me and ask , this is to make sure I do not have plans. My calendar is in my head.

I work from home and for the job I do and money I make I am paid very well. Arianna and Lynn work outside of the home.

My morning starts roughly around 4.10 am Arianna walks into the room after the coffee is made and wakes me , sometimes its not so easy but I do get up and the three of us sit and have coffee. Arianna has to be at work by 5.45am. I walk Arianna out to the car and when I enter the bedroom a fresh glass of ice water is waiting on me and Lynn heads off back to bed. Shortly after Arianna calls and we talk while she is driving to work. This has been the same for 4.5 years now. At 6am I lay back down and sleep until about 8am and I wake this is my down time so to speak but I know my day is just beginning. I go to the office and log into work around 10.45am go through my emails and stats. 11am I being and I work until 10pm. The good thing is I only work Saturday through Tuesday. 10pm I log off , then I relax until about 12am then I crash.

By Wednesday I am a wired fool , I am strung out and ready to go. I am one who jokes a lot and many times when I say something they will look to Arianna for the truth, or while talking they are waiting for the punch line. I am a true conservative with just at ouch of Democrat . I am not politically correct , I speak my mind but many times I will not give any type of opinion because the topic is not worth even getting involved. If it is something I truly believe in then I will speak up. I am not going to get all political on you I am just sharing my state of mind.

In order to have a M’s home run like a fine tuned machine you have to be able to take a look into the slaves mind , you have to stay one step ahead of the thoughts and emotions, yea it sounds like a lot of work but the fact is it is really pretty easy if you are willing to donate the time needed. Another factor is you have to care , you must want to see growth, you must be supportive during not just the good but the bad.

There was a post on fetlife in a group and Arianna asked permission to post a comment, I said yes of course. As we know fetlife is full of drama and those who are new to the lifestyle cringe at the thought of asking a question because all of the others who know everything pounces on the question like Piranhas. Arianna stays away from such childish antics.

The question was

Opinion: A Slave’s Compass

From time to time I am somewhat shocked when I read a answer Arianna has posted in a conversation or even reading her blog just after a fresh post at times I really scratch my head.

Arianna’s answer

VilesArianna:

I love the analogy. In my life, I find that when the focus is on my Master, other things seem less important. There’s a freedom in prioritizing ones life in one direction. There’s always an answer. I wear an engraved bracelet that states, WWMD, ( what would Master do?). This reminds me that my actions both public and private reflect my submission. Another bracelet is engraved, VKA, Vile knows all. This isn’t because he’s egotistical but because in my submission there are no secrets. My likes, needs, wants and desires, even thoughts are to be known to my Master. I strive to be complete in my submission. My submission is no longer mine to give but once accepted it became a need. The need to continue my commitment to Him.

It was easy for me to walk down the path of slavery. My Master portrayed confidence, intrigue, intelligence, and insightful questions. He challenged me to look past my own definitions and become His definition. So, His needs became my wants. His wants became my desires. His desires became my goals. It was an AHA moment when I released my own vision of what slavehood should look like and adopted His. That was hard because I wanted to give more and more. I trust that although I need to anticipate His needs that He will not allow me to continue once His own definition of Mastery is completed. In other words, I had to let go of my ambitious ways that were intruding into His ideal vision and release my own desires and adopt His even if the picture was different.

The compass is a great picture of ones truth. The stronger the bond, the deeper the connection, and the freedom in adopting another’s life as their own is a wonderful achievement in my own journey. For us, it works and each day I can look forward to having a focus in the turbulent seas of life because I have found my compass.

Thank you
~arianna

 

I did reblog her post from last night and again after reading it left me scratching my head causing me to think even deeper.

https://vilesarianna.wordpress.com/

It will act like the link is broken from my phone anyway but just click on the title and everything will work fine.

If you the Dominant take the lifestyle and your relationship serious the world is yours no questions asked. If you truly love someone why would you not provide the time needed?

Everything in our relationship is based on my decision , its not to say I never ask for advice because I do and many times I take the advice giving , but in the end I have the final say.

Again everything is on my terms even when it comes to sex it is about me and only me at that time. I find it hard to use the words making love its hard to focus when I have these thoughts because I know at times it is needed but I am about taking what is mine. Once I start I hit every hole and at times more than once and Ill fuck until I cant fuck anymore. I love anal sex to me that is the most submissive act a slave or submissive can offer her most private part.

A submissive or slave not only wants but has the need to please , this is something that comes natural we as Dominants just have to file off the rough edges.. You put the work in that is needed and the rewards are far greater than you can imagine. What you have is a relationship that is consensual instead of intimidation and fear.

A relationship based on fear or intimidation is a one sided relationship and will be short lived.

If anyone has questions feel free to ask  it can be personal or maybe just advice , I am currently trying to figure out how to do some audio files..

Much Love to everyone who has stopped by….. I truly appreciate everyone.

 

Vile

Anal Sex And Bondage

Arianna and I just recently had Physicals done and we both got the green light with the exception of my sugar being low so we have changed up my diet a little. It is really cool we see the same Doctor and at the same time in the same room together. The only thing I found somewhat disturbing was getting a prostrate check by a 70 year old female doctor in front of Arianna and getting hard while being checked.
January 1st 2014 was my last real cigarette , and although I am still on the ecig I am feeling 300% better and Ive noticed a difference in how food taste. Then comes the slight weight gain of about 15 lbs, but that is out weighed by the money I am saving. Before I was spending about 350 to 400 a month and as I look back man what a waist of money. Today I am at about 65 dollars a month. When I first started my Nicotine level in the ecig juice I was using was 36 milligrams when kept me on my toes meaning a huge buzzed feeling. Today I am down to 6 milligrams . This was a huge step since I had been smoking for 38 years. Still every now and then I get a craving but is passes really quick.
It does not bother me to be around others who smoke unless they are smoking a cheap generic then I kinda gag , not the gagging like Arianna does sometimes but a sicking gag.

Slave had stumbled across some of my postings via Fetlife and she thought it could of been her Master. It was not long until her and Arianna became friends. We had dinner Thursday night and it was truly amazing being able to communicate with someone who thought along the same lines as I do , well for the most anyway.
We are all different but the main thing we had in common was , one we both live a 24/7 M’s two we take the lifestyle very serious. I am not saying others do not, but not many share the same point of views I do.

I seldom blog about our sex life or out sessions , but the other day while we were playing , I noticed the more I did the more aroused I became. I love bondage , I love rope but my favorite is the moving plastic wrap.
I love using leather cuffs locked of course , but my favorite is the hood.Even with the hood I use the plastic wrap to go around the eyes even though the hood has a mask , because I want to block out all light. Cuff on her hand placed in front , then I wrap her up right below her breast several times tight enough she cannot move.
The plastic wrap is awesome because if you do like a mummy who ever is wrapped up is not getting lose. It is funny mainly because the more control I have the harder I get, at this point I could of hung a wet towel and let it dry.

The only place the mask has an opening because I left it open was the mouth, and we all know what that is for. I placed her on the floor in the sitting position, and walked over picked up her vibrator and handed it to her and I said Cum. I tilted her head just a little bit and said open wide.
You can actually feel the throat muscles when someone is gagging, one of the best feelings in the world. I am going to say this went on well not long maybe 15 minutes or so, then I pulled out picked her up and placed her on the bed spread her legs and I just started pounding her, to the point of being out of breath. So I pulled out and I just stood back looking at my property, then I saw it that bottom hole, grrr.
So I decided to be nice this time and I am looking around the room ahhh there it is the lube. After lubing myself up I walked right up and slowly slid my cock in her ass , just holding it yea the muscles gripping feels almost as good as the mouth.
Once I thought she had adjusted I began pumping , wrapping my arms around her thighs , I was trying to make her throat swell, well that is how deep I wanted to go,and again maybe 10 minutes or so I pull out because now I want the pussy again.
I pull out and just walk away I jump in the shower wash off. Once done I dried partly off walked up and slid my cock back in her pussy , and yes still just as wet and I finished until I dumped my load.

There is just something about anal sex that drives me up the wall , but along with anal sex , the more control I have and the more helpless Arianna is the more turned on I get.

The control thing has been there well ever since I can remember , not only when it came to sex or bondage, I am speaking in general. Even when out with friends I would control the conversation most of the time if I was interested in what I was hearing.

In my teens I had a pretty bad temper , but I can say during my time in school from elementary through high school I was only in one fight, and I believe that was the seventh grade, and after that no one messed with me. Even if confronted I managed to talk my way out and turn things around pretty fast.

I was 18 when I was introduced to Buddhism , it was then I learned to channel my anger into good thoughts. It was then I came to realize the things that happened while at home was not my fault and my family was just dysfunctional and I was the normal one.

Last here is a new Toy that was giving to me by a friend and it will get plenty of use..

Vile

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What Makes Her A Whore

Even when I was younger and in school we would all gather in the bathroom to catch our morning smoke and a few guys would talk about the different whores or sluts in school.
The thing most women do not understand is no matter the age men still talk , and the talk is much more interesting because now we know what we are doing.
Just like in the 8th grade we had beverly who loved to fuck and then we had Jamie in the dugout after school and 5 of us were banging her. The smell of pussy was very strong , no love making just plain out animal fucking , sucking cock while being bent over. One thing now as I look back that was stupid we had no condoms and all five of us dumped our cum inside her. Days after we talked about how we wore her out and how she was walking funny . The thing is she did not mind all the talk , which I found interesting.

One thing that never changes though is it is never a girl who was fucked or a woman , it is always man I fucked that bitch so hard I almost broke her back , or dude that whore knows how to suck cock, man she is a dirty little slut. Makes me kinda wonder what the women talk is like , but I do know a little.

I have spoken before about how I use to drive a cab during events in Daytona Beach because you can make some mad money in a short length of time. My last spring break before Daytona fucked it up I made like 12.000 dollars in 60 days including race week and bike week. i called it stupid money because when people get drunk they get stupid throwing money everywhere , a 20 dollar cab ride and the dude throws you a 50 just fucking crazy.
Spring break was always fun I never turned on my radio , instead I just cruised up and down A1A picking up flags and for 12 hours it was never ending, fuck I hated when my shift ended.
One night I pulled up in front of a club called Razzels , Razzels is like a hip hop club , the cops are always sitting outside because of all the fights, but one night I slowly pulled up front and out came 5 girls from Mississippi flagging me down and when I got a close look at the one getting in the front seat , I was thinking holy mother of Jesus this bitch is fine half Asian and half American and a skirt so short when she sat in the front all I could see was purple panties.
Speed limit 35 mph and going 7 miles to their hotel which they paid a hefty price for, but the laughing and screaming , making out with each other in the back, talking about sucking cock in the bathroom and how their boyfriend would never find out.
While driving this girl in the front seat had one leg up on the dash and I am trying to watch where I am going and watching the mirror at the same time, then I hear a moan and I look to my right and this Asian chick is fingering herself and then taking her finger out and feeding it to one of the girls in the back, man fuck me with a chain saw. This shit went on for 60 days or so….

So what makes a woman a whore or even a slut ? Because she likes to fuck or suck cock ? Because she enjoys being single and not committing to a one on one relationship ? Because she enjoys multiple partners ?
If you think that then you have a very shallow simple mind. Your way of thinking is very self centered.

So if women who fuck more than one dude is a whore , why do men not fall into the same category? The male is not a whore he is a stud looking to put another notch in his belt.
I am not putting men down but most males have such a shallow mind and are driven by their cocks but there are two sides to every story , because some women can get pretty stupid as well.

So what is my definition of a true whore , or a slut ? It is really pretty simple most may disagree but I am good with that. I rag on men who cheat all the time but there are just as many women.

My definition of aw whore is a married woman who is out fucking while her husband is at work and her children are in school. She is not going to leave him because the one she is fucking cannot provide the security she has at home. She is not going to leave in fear of losing what she has and most of the time the guy she is fucking makes less than hubby.

So do you like playing Russian Roulette ? One bullet in a revolver just one and every time you fuck around you come home pick up your gun , spin the cylinder, put it up to your head and pull the trigger. That is what your playing every time you fuck around , because what you can catch today is a death sentence . It is not like it was in the 70’s when you would go and just get a shot, today you can die.

The prescription that will solve everything is communication , you may not think hubby will listen but he will , if you go to him in a calm way and give him an ultimatum , he will bend.
The bottom line is if your not happy leave , pack your bags , file for divorce and spend all that time dragging your kids through the mud, as well as your family.
Leaving is really the best option…

Remember life is based on two things. Choices and consequences

Vile

How Deep Is Your Submission

I was sitting on the couch the other day and I was looking at Arianna. I was thinking how fast time has flown by , but what I was really thinking is how lucky I am to have found the perfect Slave , partner and wife.
I cannot say I built our home I have to say both of us built our home. It takes two to build a relationship and it takes two to work together so it can continue to grow.
So for me to sit here and say Look at what I did , would be a false statement. I may of laid down the grown work but without Arianna it would not of been possible.

I am always very cautious of those who use the words I or me on a regular basis. Most who do spend a great deal of time bragging, about what they have done or accomplished.

I am a firm believer we write our own ticket , we decide where and when we are going to go. We are responsible for our decisions, we are responsible for our right and wrongs. It is us to sets the pace in our life and what happens. Now there are times a wrench gets thrown in and we have to back up a little, but staying true in what you believe and do unto others as you would do to them, hmmm did that come out right ?

Although there are not very many people I like , I treat everyone with respect. If I don’t like you I have nothing to do with you. I am not going to get wrapped up in others drama or problems , I have my own house to take care of.

Drama will eat you up from the inside out like a cancer. Drama can destroy your home , drama can and will destroy your relationship no matter who brings it in through the door. It is not fair to bog someone else down with problems. This does mean you do not listen or help a friend in need , but there has to be a limit. Once it becomes a problem or a burden to you , then it is time to cut the rope unless you want to go down with the ship.

Submission is a beautiful thing , It puts you in a peaceful state of mind , the feeling of freedom , the freedom of being who and what you are, and you only have one to answer to. Your Dominant is the only one in your life you have to answer to, well excluding work but you know what I am talking about.

Just like meeting a New Dominant , and being asked about your limits. Well if your new to the life style you really have no idea. Being in a secure relationship with communication allows you to explore that side of you. Maybe you had limits in place, which is normal but as you grow those limits will slowly fade.

On Fetlife I love reading post when a guy says, I am looking for a bitch with no limits. What he is looking for is someone he can abuse and degrade and feel okay about it.
Early last year I was chatting with a Dominant who was mad because his slave left him because she would not fuck who ever he wanted her to. It was his right to make her lay down for who ever. The bad news is she came back , I am guessing maybe a codependent thing , maybe the feeling of being secure.
Can you really love someone if you just pass them around to just anyone ? Your going to fuck and suck who ever I say, where I say and how I say. Can that really be love?

There are those who share , there are those who explore but that is generally worked out between the couple, and there is nothing wrong with that. I myself am not the sharing type, well with a male anyway , a female would be different , but only if Arianna brought it up and she has a few times. Then you have to think about what your going to catch. It is not like it was in the 70’s when you could go get a shot.

You plant the seed , you water it , you fertilize it and it will grow. The same with your relationship. In a relationship your fertilizer is communication , and honesty. This allows the both of you to grow together..

All the kinks , the bondage , the cock sucking , the ass fucking , even to some the humiliation , the control , the submission. All of this comes as you grow , the more communication you have the more you will want to try or do, the more you will want to please the one who is in control.

In a steady long term relationship the submissive , or slave has the need to please and gets pleasure out of pleasing or know they are pleasing the one they are with.

Submission is not something you can demand , respect is not something you can demand. You will call me Sir , you will call me master. Really have you earned that much respect? I just met you why would I call you Sir? Maybe because it makes your ego swell. Maybe it fuels the Dominant inside you. Maybe you should earn that right.

Calling someone Sir or Mam is a lot different when your doing it out of respect than it is when being demanded.

I like the game , playing the game of earning someones respect , then one I am trying to form a relationship with. I like the challenge , I like the finding out how , when and where. I wait for that one word Sir. Then I know without a doubt I have been on the right track. Once you have earned that respect you have a wide open road.

When I met Arianna , I was truthful from the start about who I was and what I needed out of a relationship. I explained everything is such detail she had no questions. I am like that about anything I explain to her. Before I speak I look at every possible question that could be asked , even before Her Training started I explained everything is such detail she had no questions about anything , she just followed.

Following was her greatest down fall because she is one to trust to easy , she thinks other she had seen had her best interest in mind, just as many of you trust to easy. Under the wrong hands it can turn into a bad situation.

Rescuing and submission is not a good combination. You never as a Dominant want to be put in a situation where you are rescuing someone. Many times these are the ones who are wanting you to step in and clean up the mess they made. It is not that they cannot fix it , they just do not want to put in the time or resources it takes to fix.
Entering a relationship many do have some problems and some have problems they have no idea how to fix. If you feel you have a good chance in a long term relationship then it is okay to step in and handle a few things, just make sure your not on the Titanic with a bucket.

I told Arianna , I want you to be able to anticipate my every need. I want you to know when I need something. This was confusing to her at the start of our relationship. She asked me how am I suppose to learn all that , it seems your setting me up for failure?
Watch me and listen , that was the first 90 days of her initial training , and I can tell you the first 90 days was not a very easy task. Training is not made to be easy.
She watched and she listened and to this day she is on top of things. She is because it is a need for her. Her knowing she is pleasing me fuels her submission.

Knowing when someone needs down time is very important , knowing when someone has had enough and they just need time to let their mind go. This is something huge I believe in. Allowing Arianna down time , to see family and friends, taking her shopping. This place a huge role in supporting her.
You know at times Arianna gets somewhat Manic , that is her I accept her for who she is, but there are times you have to let the manic run its course , because slamming the breaks on something could do more harm than good, so I let out a little rope and if a mistake is made I fix it, not that there has ever been something drastic.
Knowing your partner means the world , knowing when to let a little rope out does more help than bad. Being there to pick things up , insures your partner you have their back.

Male insecurities , the two words that start almost everything argument , is what’s wrong ? These two words do more damage than anything , because it is not asked just once or twice especially is the answer is nothing. Then if the answer is nothing there has to be something wrong, so that question is just hammered until something is made up. This all comes back to the down time. Sometimes we just need to vegetate , think , let our mind go and just chill.

Who are you seeing? Are you cheating? Are you talking to anyone else? This means one or two things , the Dom you are seeing is very insecure which is not a good quality when it comes to a Dominant or he is the cheater. 99% of the time the accuser is the one who is stepping out , so then you need to ask him those same questions..

A Dominant who demands your passwords to all of your accounts that is a security problem as well as an ego problem, not to mention a lack of trust.
It cracks me up when these married fuck tards who are cheating on their wife does not trust their submissive. They cant be trusted but they cant trust the other one they are with. How fucking stupid is that? Fuck Tard was a nice word by the way.

We all choose our own path , you just need to make sure you are traveling down the right path , and you need to know your partner has your back..

Vile

Master That’s My Ass

Moving went as planned but the movers were something else, not the actual movers the owners of the company who were the micromanage King and queen , in a dictatorship way. They really treated their employees really bad.

i have found out when I am stressed I break out but I really do not show it otherwise , for the most I am calm cool and collective, I seldom show my emotional side.

However Arianna saw me get angry for the first time yesterday in public, and it really scared her.  Something I had not done in years was updated my drivers license address not because I knew I was suppose to , but because I did not feel like wasting a half a day doing something I felt was not needed, after all it has my picture and all of my information.

So Arianna wanted to go to the DMV and get everything updated so off we go. I walk in and for some reason the receptionist just hit me wrong. I gave her my drivers license , our new lease and other mail and even offered my social security card.

She just blast out this is not going to work , I need your passport and your birth certificate if you do not have a passport, no explanation nothing and just pushes everything back to me.

Oh well I guess if my name was Mohammed It would be different yes ? I just went on and on because she was treating me like I was garbage. Really I need my passport to update my address on my Driver License ? I am not getting a renewal this is not my first License, the state of Florida issued me this.

Please do not take me wrong Muslims for the most are very peaceful people, but people who come to our country are treated like royalty. Interest free loans , free school , and medical .

While it has never been my life goal to own a Motel or a 7/11 If my Government would give me such a loan I would open a pet store.

I sold a 47.000 dollar Toyota 4 Runner to a gentleman from India the Taxes were going to be about 4500 dollars. He pulls out a paper showing he is exempted from paying taxes on purchases. How do I get this paper ?

Anyway It does bother me Arianna saw me angry for the first time in over two years, and I am sure she did not understand my anger. So in the future I will think more before acting out.

So being stressed equals a huge slow down in fucking, working , planning the move , then the move and then getting everything unpacked.

Arianna has an ass to die for , I hate to see her leave but I love watching her go. I also have a fetish when it comes to hip bones , I am not sure why it turns me on but it does to no end, and when Arianna is laying down I can run my hands over her body and when I reach that area I can see and feel her hip bones wow. Now her ass hmmm .

So Arianna is about to dose off and I start rubbing her ass , then just giving her light taps, and then Bam my buddy wakes up.

So I stand up on the side of the bed I pull my briefs off and I tap Arianna , she see’s me and she knows what to do. She moves to the edge of the bed spreading and she pulls her thighs back. Now the pussy lips, I call them Butterfly lips cause they are huge, and I love watching them spread open as I am running my cock up and down her pussy.

I slowly push in and I move forward until I am all the way in , staying still because I am just loving the feeling. So as I start pumping I look down and I can see the lips folding in and out, fuck I am going nuts , so I start pounding her like I am trying to break her back, Telling her to squeeze my cock, Arianna has muscles that can almost push my cock out of her, I wrap my hand around her throat and I tell her to squeeze harder.

After about ten minutes I stop to catch my second wind and I slowly pull all the way out and I go back in for the kill, and Arianna says Master That is my ass. Hmm Really? So I hold it at the opening for a few seconds and I slowly push the head in until I can feel her ass gripping my cock and I just stand there letting her ass losing up a little.  You guessed it the only lube was from her pussy.

So I slowly push in until my hips are touching her ass and again I just hold it. Fuck what a feeling, it feels like her ass is trying to cut my cock off. I reach up and I grab her collar I pull her head up a little and I tell her, I own you. So I am slowly pumping and I can feel the inside of her ass getting wetter and then wham , Its like it just opens up. This is my Que it is now okay to just pound her ass. After a good while I pull out and I tell Arianna to clean my cock off. She turns to the edge of the bed and in one swallow takes my whole cock in gagging while going down, man I love those noises and you can feel her throat muscles tighten up as well. I pull out and turn around and she knows what to do, she begins to rim me, fuck there is no better feeling , after a couple of minutes I turn around and I point to the center of the bed, and again she knows exactly what to do, she moves and spreads, I crawl on top and I just go to town, I love hearing those wet noises. As I am about to Cum I pull out, why you ask ? When I pull out Arianna automatically moves her hand down and jacks me off.

So where am I going with this story ? Okay Arianna’s mother came over and they both went to the gym in our complex, as Arianna stepped onto the bicycle her felt a huge pain in her stomach like she had been doing set ups. Then she remembered the night before last…..

I do love a Nice Ass

Vile

Depression And BDSM

You know I have been down and out in my life. I have hit rock bottom and crawled back up dusted myself off and hit the trail , not really worrying about where I was going , but making sure I did not repeat the same mistakes.
By the grace of who ever I have never been homeless, I have always managed to stay a float.

I remember i was 13 I am guessing , and when I woke up a bright light was shinning in my eyes. It was the police , and my parents had been in a huge fight , a fight that got pretty physical.
So my brother and I were taking to a foster home and we were there for about a week before being allowed to go home.

This was not something that was unusual , as a matter of fact it happened pretty often.

Although I was popular in school , some of the kids started talking about me because I had been wearing the same pair of pants for half of the year. I knew something had to be done.

We had a small restaurant across the street so I went and talked to the owner about washing dishes.
At 13 I worked from 3.30 pm until roughly 10pm on the weekends 11pm. Yup I was making 2.35 an hour.
The funny thing was it took almost a month for my parents to even know I was missing at night, and once they found out they wanted a cut.
Yea I am thinking not. I did however pay the power bill to get the lights turned back on, we had gone most of the winter without heat or hot water.

So in about two months my closet was full again, jeans , shirts dingo boots , yea I was pretty well set.

At the age of 15 I went to work at the local cotton mill, and I went from 2.35 an hour to 4.25 union wages ha ha ha.
On top of that I still continued to go to school and I made 170 bucks a week , and I had a plan it was just putting everything into place.
At the cotton mill I ran a huge denim sewing machine, it was about 15 feet wide and as long and when it was threaded it had 800 single threads making one huge white sheet of denim before being dyed. It was a total bitch if a thread popped.

At 15 I knew I was changing I had started dating and this is when the rough sex came into play.
I had read most of the smut books my dad had bought from local truck stops and they are all pretty violent. Girls gagging on 14 inch cocks being fucked up the ass, just all about humiliation. Okay so I thought we this must be the norm although I did not have a 14 inch cock.
As you guess I did not date to much, my pickens were far and few between, well I had Beverly but so did everyone else then a girl named shannon. I had a different level of respect for her so she was treated different than Beverly.

Then I turned 17 and a Army recruiter came to out high school one day and I was in.
My plan was coming together , I made the appointment took all the test , brought home the paper work and after dinner one night I told my parents I had to take summer school and I had some forms they had to sign to approve it.
Bam 2 signatures and I was ready to go. I was now in the United States Army.

The 14th of October I turned 17 , while upstairs packing my dad walked in and asked me what I was doing.

I said you know , its been nice , well not really but I am out of here, I just cannot live like you two do any longer. So it is time for me to say goodbye I hope things get better.
The shit hit the fan, well it to late you and mom already signed the paper work I am leaving today and Ill be at Fort Dix New Jersey tomorrow.
If you take one step towards me it will be the first time in your life a 17 year old beat your ass , now back the fuck off.

Well at the hotel downtown Atlanta I was told I was put on hold because I was 4 pounds under weight, fucking go figure. So for three days the army stuffed me with food.
Then on my way via train , and I had no idea what I was about to walk into.

I had started smoking pot around the age of 15 , that is before the scales got fucked up in the mid 80’s. I was living the dream , well what I thought was the dream. I tried to smoke all the weed in the world but I could never catch up.
The kicker was I managed to work and go to school. Although I knew a lot of people I had very few friends , that was mainly due to not trusting anyone.
You can learn so much from just watching and listening to your parents. It made me wonder why two people who seemed to hate each other so much would stay married.

I started people watching as a teen and I would just observe , and listen , wondering if their home life was as fucked up as mine. Little did I know this would help me read people.

Once out of the Army that is where my life really started to get out of control.
I was still smoking pot , my drinking was out of control and I was taking pills. You could hand me anything and I would take. I did not care what it was , I just wanted to get high.

My first job out of the Army was making parachutes for sky diving teams. The pay was awesome but my work ethics were not. That job was short lived. Missing work and the quality of my production.

The next year I jumper from minimum wage job to minimum wage job , trying to make ends meet.
Fired once again and now nearly homeless because I knew no one , I decided to head to Florida.

1989 I loaded my 1967 cougar GT and headed to Florida. Once in a hotel reading the local paper a job caught my eye. Maintenance engineer wanted industrial laundry , hmm now that sounds interesting.
So I spent the next few days putting my fake resume together. Instead of Air Defense in the Army , I was now an electrical Engineer who had worked at power plants.
I went to the interview, got the job and I gave a starting date of about three weeks later.

I spent the next three weeks getting cleaned up. I stopped drinking , no more pills , and no more weed dammit.
Standing on the beach at sunrise I came to the conclusion there has to come a time when you have to grow up. I was no longer 17 and I wanted more, and I knew there was more out of life than just getting fucked up.

A week into my new job the head engineer called me in the office , as I sat down he said you little lying fucker. All I could do is just sit there.
He looked at my resume and asked me if there was anything on the paper that was true, and my reply was my name and address.
I was thinking well here it comes but he said look I like you and I am going to keep you on but you will have to show you want to stay here and learn.
Three years later I was transferred to collegedale Tennessee as the head engineer of a industrial laundry facility. The only bad part was the facility sat right on a seventh day Adventist college. How fucked up can that be ?

I had never had so much pussy in my life , I was banging someone different every week.
Then came the day I was called in the office and I was questioned about my sexual activity which was really none of their business well besides being employees.

So shortly after I left and back to florida Back to daytona, still working for the same company but moved into a tracker trailer position, yup they sent me to truck driving school.

It did not take me long to realize I was against any type of manual labor, and my driving career was very short lived.

News paper add read Call Center Manager for major financial institution, hmm interesting. This meant new resume and a better one.

Us Army Director of Communications Ft Ord California , who were they going to call The base had been shut down, so I moved right into my office with about 350 employes under me. By this time the internet was alive and I spent hours researching my newly found job and spent the next 5 years there until the closing of the center.

The moral of the story above you can do anything. Just as Sir Richard Branson said , if your asked if you can do something , you always say yes then you learn how to do it.

Now on to Depression. I am not a medical Doctor nor am I am shrink , although I do believe many Dominants would make better shrinks. One thing we do well and very well is listen.

We not only listen we communicate very well , be it with our partner or out in the general public. As Dominants we tend to be in control more , not only with our emotions but our thoughts our anger, our surroundings.

We tend to be more in control , we love structure we love putting plans together. We love challenges, we love our minds being put through the test. I myself I crave solving problems, but like most Dominants we solve problems before they become a problem.
Putting something off becomes a problem so we or I handle things before hand.
I love being told I cant do something, I love being told something is impossible to do.

As Dominants we provide a stable environment, as Dominants we provide stability. As Dominants we provide structure, As Dominants we provide Love and communication. As Dominants we provide rules that will help structure ones life so our property may grow and continue to grow. As a Dominant we provide positive reinforcement. As a Dominant we provide advice and we solve problems.

Our role is just not in the bedroom, our role is not just about kink, our role is just not about punishing.
Our role as a Dominant is to lead and we have to earn enough respect so you will want to follow.

The CDC says An Estimated 1 in 10 U.S. Adults Report Depression.
I myself believe that number is probably twice if not three times higher,
the one in ten are those that are reported. I am sure there are many more that do not go report and people just live with suffering on a daily basis..

Okay so this is where some controversy is going to come into play and I am not trying to offend anyone here, and again this is just my opinion and I am basing my opinion on about 22 or 23 years in the lifestyle.

There are many who are submissive and slave who suffer from depression and other medical issues such as bi-polar , anxiety , it goes on and on, and most are on medications.
I did not say every submissive or slave so do not go putting words in my mouth, I said there are many.

The above is looking for everything I described above , the structure , security , the freedom of open communication , stability you get the picture.

If your Dominant suffers from any of the illnesses I mentioned , you are doing more harm to him than good. He has enough on his shoulders keeping his life straight without having to keep someone else in check.

As a Master who is Married to my Slave I now have two to look out for not just one. I make all of the decisions so what ever I decide effects both of us not just me.

A Dominant has to have the ability to think clear and be able to stay on a level emotional playing field.
Many Dominants who suffer from depression have a very low self esteem as with the novice Dominant I spoke about the other day.

The blog was I wish I was A Better Dominant.

Now if your in the relationship just for the kink, the sex and being spanked hey have at it, but a Dominant who suffers from depression can in noway provide a stable home with structure.

I have never at one time stated, Oh I wish I could be a better Dominant , I wish I was who you need. Those words have never come out of my mouth and they never will.

Adding that type of pressure to someone who has such an illness , is setting someone up for failure.

I am held accountable for my actions and I will admit my wrong doings. EH when and if it ever happens.
I am not cocky , I am no arrogant , I am not stuck on myself , I am confident.

If your looking to enter a D’s or M’s relationship and your looking for a Dominant that is one of the first questions you need to ask.
Do you suffer from any type of depression ? Do you have anger Issues ? Do you have drug or alcohol issues ?

If you the submissive or slave feels uncomfortable asking any of the above then you are not ready for a relationship.

If you suffer from any form of depression and your Dominant suffers from depression , how does that work ?

Those who do suffer from depression or even bi-polar you are not broken you just need a Dominant who has true patience. You need someone who is willing to dedicate enough time to allow you to grow.
You need someone who is going to understand your ups and downs. You need someone who is there to communicate with you , but knows when you need space.
Your in need of guidance and compassion , someone who understands you. More so someone who understands your limits, the train of thought pushing you over that edge.

Arianna had a break down right after we had met , but I knew if I invested time and I stuck with her through her bad times in the end it would pay off and today I am standing on top of the world.
I found Arianna a new doctor , a full change of meds and I go to her appointments with her and I speak up because I know she will not.

I have a very structured home, and to date we have not had an argument and that is due to our communication.

You need to change your game , before we would give someone three strikes and I see three strikes as being to many chances.

If you let someone run over you once they will do it again and again. If you let someone abuse you be it physical , mental or verbal they will do it again and again and again.

The new Dominant should be asking questions as well, your health , mental and physical. He should want to know everything about you inside and out.

In many cases sucking cock comes up first, do you take it up the ass ? Are you Bi ? Then you know your best interest is not in mind.

Depression effect people in different ways , but you all get those highs and lows, understanding you makes a huge difference.

You should want not only the world but everything on it.

You can be happy with depression in any relationship if you are in caring hands.

Vile

The Definition Of BDSM Has Changed

In 1967 a book was released by an author named John Norman , and the Gorean lifestyle was born. Normans books were spread out over the years from 1967 to roughly about 1988.

While BDSM was still under ground the Gorean lifestyle was growing. Although the books were based on fantasy it was still about Dominants and women who served as Slave or Kajira.

Although the books may be about fantasy’s Dominant males and submissive females the Gorean lifestyle is alive and well.

In the past I have had the opportunity to meet couples who were in and lived the Gorean lifestyle, and I was amazed at how the female Slave, Kajira carried herself while in a public setting.

The Gorean lifestyle is not about sex, although it does take place. The lifestyle is about structure , protocols , and rules. While it is true most Gorean Masters do have more than one Slave , everyone works as a unit, a family. Everyone works to better the home the Master has provided.

Lets look at BDSM

B&D, which stands for bondage and discipline.

D/s, which stands for dominance and submission

S&M, which stands for sadism and masochism

No where in those words does it say your training starts with sucking cock , or if you take it up the ass or not. Through out the years the terminology has lost its meaning.

Somewhere we have lost much of the structure the lifestyle was once based on.

You will respect me. Respect it not something that can be demanded, Fake respect however can be, butt hat will washout in the laundry. With fake respect you have earned nothing but the dumb ass award, and showing just how childish you are.

You cannot demand submission, you can however receive Fake submission, if that is really what your looking for.

Again Fake Submission will only go so far.  If the submission is fake what are you really getting out of it , it would seem the submissive is getting even less.

This is the first time I have brought this up but I believe options are good.  Having options gives you a much bigger picture, and you have something to compare to as well.

I think dating more than one Dominant before entering a relationship would give you the bigger picture. It would also give you options.

It also gives you the chance to look at the different qualities in a Dominant, the different personality’s , and the different views when it comes to the lifestyle. Having choices is good and sometimes only having once choice is not so good.

It was sometime ago I had a post called 30 days of no fucking, keeping your legs closed and your mouth shut. The idea is to see if the Dominant is really interested in you or if he just wants a piece of ass. You are a slave or submissive, but you only submit when you choose to do so. The ball is in your court, that does not mean you are being disrespectful, that only means you are being careful, and you can do this while not letting your guard down.

Once you let your guard down you are had, then you only have a 50/50 chance of things going in the right direction. 30 days is not a long time when you are thinking about your future. It is your life you are talking about, whom you wish to submit to is up to you.

You can enter into a relationship and about two months into it you find out his life is a total wreck, problems coming out of his ass, drama, ex wife issues, kids, behind on child support, maybe a drinking problem, or even a drug problem.

A drinking problem equals a temper problem, and I promise you that is so true. If drinking impairs your driving, it does the same during play.

I am not sure why some will jump through hoops to pretend to be someone they are not. The truth is you can be who who are and no one gives it a second thought. Its when you try acting like your someone your not and people think your an idiot.

There are submissive’s who are just as bad as the fake male Dominant, there are those who have their own agenda , I call these women poison , they poison everyone they come in contact with. It is all about give me, give me this, give me that, I want, want, and want, but they give nothing in return.

Pure Poison and they will walk over who they have to , just to get what they want. Most Dominants or men in general cannot see it they are blind, and they will try and try and try, and continue to fail, and still wipe their tears and keep going, and really it is just over a piece of ass.
There is no pussy , ass , or mouth worth the stress they will put you through. The truth is when you are down and out you will be left out in the cold with no one to turn to.
If your damaged you may be able to be fixed, but if your broken, you will remain broken, well at least until you wise up and you realize the world is not about you.

I got off track there a little bit , Franco Bolli asked me some time ago why I just ragged on the Fake Dominants and never women, but he is right there are some gold digging bitches out there, who will drain you dry like a leach.

The respect thing, I have had other Male Dominants come right out and ask me if they could fuck Arianna, and I just get this blank stare from them like I am really going to answer their stupid question, or can we trade slaves for the weekend?
The someone sharing their property I never really got, or how a Dominant could just pass his property around like they are a bag of trash.
Here you go fuck her, or suck his dick make me proud , and there are some who really think this way. So some dude dumps his cum in your slave and you take her home and eat her out, really?

Your D’s or M’s relationship should not be about sex only. You want that bond between the two of you, you want that connection, that feeling, that craving.

I am not speaking about those who are married and they are venturing off into our world, they will find their own comfort zone , they will find their needs and kinks, and they will grow. Some will keep it just in the bedroom, but there are others who will grow, and continue to grow and search.

So with your new found Master your Training consist of meeting in public with a short skirt with no panties. Your not allowed to look at me eye to eye , Sucking cock, and Anal Training on cam. Oh and I almost forgot your not allowed to cum for 30 days or at times even longer.
I would like for someone to explain to me what are the benefits of the above ? What type of structure does the above provide , how does the above help you in your daily life ?

See this is not a game , if your going to suck dick , lay on your back and take it up the ass, what are you going to get out of the relationship?
You already have a vision , you already know what your looking for , but your to afraid to speak up in fear of getting dumped

Submissive, What makes you a Dominant ? Being a Dominant what do you get out of it ? Do you have any on going problems ? If divorced is there any drama with your ex ? Do you have a drinking problem or any type of drug problem ?
What are the goals you have for your property ? What type of structure do you plan on providing ? Are you going to require me to do something that could cause me to lose my job or family ? Will I be allowed to see my family and friends ?
How many D’s or M’s relationships have you been in and what happened ?
The list of questions just go on and on and on, and the funny thing is they are all in the back of your mind but your to scared to ask them again in fear of being dumped.

You could avoid a huge mess just by asking a few questions.

Why do I have to suck your cock to prove I am submissive ?

Never allow someone to disrespect you, never allow someone to use you unless it is on your terms.
You deserve the best life has to offer you do not have to settle for less..

I have a saying. I want the world and everything that comes with it, and the truth is today and everyday I feel like I have it, and you can as well.

Vile