The Rock of Reality

Recently I had the wonderful  experience of sitting down  with  another Master that I highly respect. I have a lot of fun as there are things that we agree on and things that we definitely don’t. That being said we are both extremely passionate about Mastery, slavery, and leather. 

So  the conversations are always colorful and animated. During our last get together (which  are unfortunately rare) she said something that really stuck  with  me.

We were talking about receiving  feedback  and she just offhandedly said  that she cant be a Master to  a rock. It was such  strong imagery that I had to pause.

There are a lot of Masters who  train  their slaves to give no  feedback in  life or in  play. It is the slaves job to take and respond accordingly- but feedback  is neither wanted nor desired. 

More than  that they actively train  their slaves to have no  opinion, this includes training not to recognize, speak, or acknowledge their own wants, needs or desires. 
For theses types of Masters the control is in the taking away of another’s voice- turning them into those who  only respond. 

I have played with  people that have been  trained in  this fashion, and it is well-  boring as hell. 

They are trained to  not move,  respond,  cry out,  or interact, and forget about talking to  them about what pushes their limits, turns them off or on, or is a trigger.   So  not only is there no  reference for how they are doing- they legitimately cannot tell  me what is pleasurable and what isn't. Because-  get this-  they DONT know. 
They have been  trained to  go  through  the motions, but if I ask  them what they feel, they cant tell  me.
 

It is like flogging a stone. 

I can  do  anything-  no  warm, up,  hit as hard as I please, mis hit,  fart- it doesn't matter. 
When I have played with  these people I have walked away thinking and feeling- well  that was -  pointless. I could have had a V-8…… 

But I digress- how this Master explained the concept of owning a rock was really powerful . She can  do  anything to  a rock, put it anywhere, call it anything, use it anyway that she pleases, but what she cant do is  have a conversation  with  it, watch  it grow,  ask  for its desires and get its feedback.  

 At this point as we were talking  she was actually holding a rock  and she pitched it to  the ground and it stayed there. Just like a slave trained in  that fashion would do  if thrown  to  the ground. It would stay there until  it was told its next move. I looked at the rock  and in  my minds eye I could see it-  the rock, the slave resting there waiting…

I am  not knocking others Masters desires or how they want to  experience their slaves interactions. 

I know what works for me, and it was really refreshing to  have someone else that feels the same way that I do, and can  express not just how she feels but why.

I have always felt that the power of what we do  is in  the interaction of the players. If I want to  just hand out random orders and be obeyed I would hire a maid, and a cook, and a driver. But that isn’t what really gets me off. It is the back  and forth, the learning of myself, the pushing of my own  skill, the not always being right. The challenge of loving a  slave that loves me back.

I think this is another type of experience that people can have in  the BDSM  realm.  It isn’t that one is more right then  the other.  All  different types of desires have people that feed them and there are many people put there who  want to  be the Masters rock. It works for them, it fits into  their psychology, and fulfills their inner workings.

But part of me thinks- is this more avoidance of real  life instead of integrating into it?

But who  am I to  say? I am  a poly lesbian  identified Master in  an  interracial  24/7 Master slave relationship.  

 So my reference for real  life may be somewhat skewed……


Thank  you to Lady Golden for such  amazing conversation!  

The Thinning of The Veil

Today is Halloween. I love this day. Tomorrow night we celebrate Sowen  with a ritual  in the mountains. This is a great time of reflection and giving of thanks.

For the last few weeks I have been telling people, with   much  delight and wonder how much our life has changed.

When  we lived in our old house I would say "when  things are better we can..."  fill in the blank here.

And now I look  at the blanks and they are all  getting filled.

Simple things that have a dramatic affect on our lives. A cell phone,  me being back  in  school, my slave going to  dance class  just to name a few.

When  I think about how this all of this movement started-  it started with  a book.

My slave left one of her books in  the bathroom  of the old house.

It was called VooDou  Visions,  and in one of my forced moments of sitting down (hahhahah) I picked it up and it fell  to  a page which  I skimmed over.

The next time I was in  there it was the same thing,  and by time three I started to notice a pattern.

Every time the book  opened it opened to  the same page- Maman  Brijit. 

So  I asked my slave who  is this and what does it mean?

 My slave knew Maman and explained her to  me. Maman is a Loa in VooDou-  kind of like a Saint is in  Christianity. (Very loosely here.)

And she was calling to me.

It was after I started communicating with  Maman Brijit things started to change and fast.

Within  months we were here-  our new place-  and I finally knew what all  of those religious folks had been  talking about all  those years.

It wasn't just that Maman had provided so much  for us, it was more then that.

It was a calling to  her. I felt safety with her, a deep  understanding that spiritually I am  not alone.


I keep  her alter by me at the table by the couch. I give thanks and deep  appreciation to  her for all  that I am  grateful  for. 

Tonight is about giving her my thanks, walking beside her, giving her my deep  appreciation of how far she has  taken  me, how much  she has held my hand, how much  she has given  me hope, and how much  we have yet to explore.


So  today I share  with  you a peice of myself in hopes that if you are searching for a voice that you will  one day find it, and that it brings you peace. 

For Maman With Deepest  Respect-

Leather Fiesta Madness!

My slave and love has been working tirelessly over the last few days to make her homemade bath and body  goods for Leather Fiesta.  

Everything that she made is organic but NOT edible!  And you will want to eat it!  BUT DON’T!  They will be available at the Tease table in the vender area throughout the event. Look  for Deborah and Travis and their amazing custom made leather goods!

Here is a sneak  peak  of what she has created!  

Tops and Pervy Aftercare package including:  foot massage cream, achy hand and knuckle ointment, custom herbal  tea blend, sore muscle massage salve and more!

Bottoms UP aftercare kit including: custom herbal  tea,  "I kneed you joint cream",  a black  and blue boo boo salve, and more!

Pampered Goddess kit for trans women and women  with sensitive skin including: a sensitive skin  toner, a micro-derm  abrasion kit, rose bath  mix, white chocolate whipped shake body butter and more!

Pampered Goddess Kit for cross dressers, drag queens and women  with  combination  skin including: skin toner,  oat and lavender bath  mix, salt glow, chocolate whipped shake body butter and more!

Individually there is also:  chocolate and wine salt glow, whipped shake body butter, face toner, healing foot cream, candied rose petals, cardmon  and chocolate bath  oil, and floral  bath  oil!

I am  so  proud of her!!!!   

The Mad Scientists TABLE :

 all her GOODS!

 floral  face steam

healing foot butter

 skin softening bath 

 Herbal  Tea for Tops



AND MORE!!!!! 


Special  Thank  you to   the Deborah and Travis at TEASE for this opportunity!

Thank you From BOZO!!!!

I would like to say thank  you so to  everyone who  came to  Bozos fundraiser! From  the attendees to  the donators and volunteers we are all  so  grateful  for your   for donating your time effort and energy to  helping him  receive his cancer surgery!

Due to  this communities efforts there was 640$ raised that night.  

The attendees efforts  meant that this week  Bozo was able to  get his surgery and is currently completely recovered.

Thank  you so much  for giving of yourself and making this happen!

It is times like this that I am  so  deeply PROUD to  be a part of  this community!

AND A VERY SPECIAL THANK YOU TO:

Alibi
Alice 
BabyJ
Handy and t
Horns and n
Kilot
Lotus
M and Vlad
MOM
Tops
WhipDaddy

My slaves Come Out Come Out video!

For those that are using phoines/ipads-  Here is the link that is  more available!  


https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=10152456892087794&set=vb.643902793&type=2&theater


 

Come Out Come Out

When my slave got the initial email to put in her application for “Come Out Come Out” I was so happy for her. We both knew that it may or may not be accepted since so many people out in the applications and there were only for spots left. So when she got the approval I was so stunned and proud! 

It was weeks of her working on the song, the costume the last minute details, and the ever important Plan “B”.  The night before the show it became apparent that her skirt was not going to be ready. So we switched to plan “B” and she prepped for that change.  

The costume was inspired by the last Hunger Games- she was covered in butterflies! It was so beautiful! I got to dress her- I do love doing that- and I got to put the butterflies all over her costume and skin!  It was so much FUN!

Afterwards I went out in  the crowd-  she was second in  the line up- I sat down  and realized that it has been  forever since I have been  in  a crowd full  of LGBTQ. People like me- of sorts. 

I LOVED watching the butches in their fancy digs hold the elbows of heir femmes as they navigated the crowd. 

I LOVED watching the dynamics of the single butches holding their beers trying to get the attention of that special femme across the room. The stance, the bravado that smile as they take a swig- all the while hoping that their nervousness and desire are covered in their swagger. I remember that- I remember doing that- so  hopeful-

I LOVED watching the femmes in  their high  skirts and heels,  glimpses of thigh  tattoos, cleavage hoisted to  the sky, shy knowing smiles.

I LOVED watching the Andros- not as many now as there was years ago- stoic faces,  trying to  fit in, unsure, standing next to  partners dressed as they are, twins in  a sea of individuals.

I LOVED watching the Queens supremely confident in  their immaculate make up and heels, the younger “queens to be” watching without trying to  be so  obvious, inching their way over to  the glamor with  dreamy eyes and practicing feet.

It was so beautiful- it was so intense, it was so glorious and affirming.

And there was me- camera hanging over my crotch- the ultimate sign of “married” scrambling back  and forth, trying to  get her something to  drink, making sure the camera is on the right settings, nervous for her, and saying that I am not. Reveling in  my place. My place beside her.

How lucky am  I?

Take a look  for yourself!!!

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5XAFTZQ6SY

I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO THAT!!!!

Before you continue reading- this was NOT vanilla consensual  and I know that-  it  borders on  sane.


The JW's have been  here three times.

The last time the JW's came to  the house I told the- remember this address-  AND do  not come back. So  When  the JW's knocked on  the door that leads right to  the Dungeon- I did what I have always wanted to  do.


So  I had to  run  off the crapper and put on a  robe and go  answer the door-  when I saw the JW's outside of the dungeon  door- I thought-  COME ON!!!


So  I opened the door and I said-  "OH no You DIDN'T-  But wait -  who are you?"  (After all  if they were selling cake.... it is after all  cake...)


They said we are JW's.  It was two  girls.

I said

"I have told you not to  come back  here. "

One of the girls sadi  "Was your house on  a list then?"

I said :

"Yes, but since you have knocked on the door to  my dungeon would you like to come in? I have a spanking bench  and a cross. This is where we throw  the BDSM and sex parties-  Would you like me coming to  your house?"

 They stood wide eyes not moving  and then  said  "NO!"

I said

"REALLY,  you DON'T want me coming to  your house?? Are you sure you dont want me coming to your house?  I can  get your address and then I can  invite you to  the BDSM and sex parties. IN FACT let me show you my toys."


I closed the door  (SO  that the cats would not get out)  and I grabbed a flogger. 

 When I returned they were running for the car.

I started throwing the flogger around and I yelled:

"OHH COME BACK!! Really you will be so  much  more relaxed!  This would be good for you!  Come on-  REALLY-  you  would be SO MUCH  MORE RELAXED."

They peeled out of our driveway so  fast -  there was a squealing of tires and dust.

It felt good-  it felt really good.


I have always wanted to  do  that.

I know it makes me a bad person.

I am  OK with  that.

In my defense I didn't even  grab the cat o' nine-  I grabbed a soft flogger-    Hum....  maybe they were into  canes......