My D/s relationships include punishment. Not ‘funishment’ which is playing at punishment for fun (“Naughty boy!” *giggle* Thwak! etc), but punishment… a penalty for getting something wrong.
–verb (used with object)
- to subject to pain, loss, confinement, death, etc., as a penalty for some offense, transgression, or fault: to punish a criminal.
- to inflict a penalty for (an offense, fault, etc.): to punish theft.
Ok… not death, obviously (did that need saying? Of course … Continue Reading
I have described myself as difficult and demanding, I don’t let things go, I will not accept ‘less than’, but I am only that way about things that I care about and there are a gazillion things that I really don’t care about. At all.
I am not a control freak in my daily life (seriously, I am not!), I don’t have ‘domly’ expectations of the people I know, I don’t have impossibly high … Continue Reading
I adore the ‘men as sex objects’ thing.
One of the things I love most about treating men as sex objects is that it actually gives those who maybe are a little shy or even too ‘manly’ to admit that they love that attention a different way of looking at themselves, a different level of confidence. They walk around in the world a little more aware of themselves as desirable sexual ‘things’, which often attracts … Continue Reading
Disclaimer, for regular readers…
I love that you come here and get a sense of me and my relationship, I love that you are interested at all, I love it when you comment on something that has touched you, that you sometimes share little snippets of your own lives with me, that you can relate to things that I have written, that you offer support when I need it. That is a wonderful and much … Continue Reading
I said that I wanted to change direction a little with this blog, and this is part of it, to step away from those powerful moments and talk a little about the ordinary ones, those moments that happen day in and day out, in between the beautiful and the powerful there is the ordinary, the routine. This is not my usual type of posting, though it is a moment in time, and it is an … Continue Reading
A different kind of Sunday curiosity this week. A musing of sorts.
Some things are difficult for me to write about because they feel so personal and I feel a little as if I am exposing too much if I was I to write about them. I know that sounds strange, when I share these intimate details in this blog, when I seem to bare all. These things I speak of, these private, secret things, … Continue Reading