A new Year and back to being me.

I have never run from my past or things that I have done , so I am back writing on drakor's dungeon and in this space. Many things have happened some good some not so good but to hide from them was never what I was about. I have always enjoy interest from others in myself or my thoughts so as of Jan 1, 2008 I will once again be boring you with my ideas of slavery and things that go bump in the night.

Happy New Year

A spanking block

No not a group of people living in an area that enjoy spanking. Though that would be fun not what I wanted to talk about today. A spanking block is just that a 24 by 24 by 24 inch cube of wood. It has several straps which is the really important part.

There are straps on each side and one across the top. The side straps has one set at the bottom of the block so the knees can be attached either open or closed. Closer to the top there is a second set. This set holds the upper thigh close to the crotch area . The legs by this method are now immobilized. The strap on the top is drawn across the lower back forcing the ass out and securing the ass from further movement. The arms now can be attached on the side or in front of the willing victim. Again the top strap holds the arms near the arm pit and the lower set holds near the wrists. There is almost now escape either from the bench or the spanking to be administered.

Held in that position creates the idea of impending doom as there is no wiggle room but it does allow the slave to rest it's body weight on the block. My first and only visit to this device was several years ago. I would have to say it was the best spanking I have had. I approached the sweat stained block with a bit of fear as I could not see any escape. I later found out that without a knife around you stayed in that position until your Dominant felt the whim to release you. The good think was I did not have to try to balance myself over a small lap nor hold my self with my arms and legs. I simply had to just enjoy the spanking and ensuing anal play. Of course with out the wiggle space the blows landed exactly where the dominant wanted.

This block had been well used so the sides were wore down a bit but that can be achieve by sanding so simple to make all our of 2 by 4 screwed together to for a block. Of course variations can be made but with all the horses and benches I have seen this is the most simplest one with the greatest results. SO simple I cannot find one picture of it on line. Sorry no pic yet but I will keep looking

Naked exercise

Well trust me to find a reason to write about exercising naked. After the Christmas holidays all have reason to get back into shape. One of the major New years resolutions os to get into shape or go on a diets. Is that so different for lifestylers?

Well for me it more important as being a slave you are naked most of the time . Standing naked in front of others already illicit derogatory statements directed toward you. Now they have a new size to make fun of. Yes I can hear it now How my large stomach makes my penis look even smaller. Or Can you actually see your penis with all that fat in the way.

I guess I could place an ad for a personal trainer, but better than than that how about A nasty Domme with evil intentions wanting to burn off so fat from a slave? Ah no they might interpret that I am into flame throwers or something. Though hot wax might be fun I think the ad should read this way:

Evil minded Dominant wanting to work the ass off an out of shape slave. House work in exchange for Dominants services.

So you get this if





you give that



and


Most definitely some of this

Not asking too much am I

A very merry Christmas

Like Santa I am bound to my duties




A very merry Christmas to all and if you have five minutes could some one un-wrapped me

Aprons

I have found that he apron is a wild little item in my wardrobe. Instead of hermit time being done in the nude I wear different aprons for different times. I think it will be a new fetish for me. The one I wear for cleaning is a black and white stripe bib apron. This allows me to work freely but more importantly it allows me to answer the door with out exposure but retains the embarrassment of being under dressed. My nipples are exposed on either side of the bib so if I am wearing clamps well too bad for me as my former owner used to say. I must stand formally though as it does not cover a lot and you know that I have nothing on just by looking at my sides. So if I have to leave any one at the door I tend to back away politely. Sadly no picture for you I do not have access to those with cameras at the moment. I do offer this one of a small leather apron for those days when it is just too hot to wear anything heavy.

To make the sight even more blizzard I wear dress shoes with it. Now any other suggestions for my outfit?.

Punishments a solid place

I will say that I am happy when punished as I know some one is checking in on me. I might not like the choice of instrument but do like that my dominant took the time to help me get back on track.I find when there is no punishment well I am either perfect or the Dominant is defective. A lazy Dominant or an unwilling one is a disaster to a slave.

Questions have always risen about whether a session is punishments or that it should be separate from punishment. One is supposed to be having fun the other righting a wrong.

I have mixed feeling as being a slave is one long session. Whether you are tied to a cross or bent over and spanked while you are doing dishes. Some Dominants need a reason more than they just want to others do not. As long as there is a definition that is fine by me. If I do not clean the floors well and the Dominant wished to whip my ass as I redo them that is a form of a punishment. If the break is of a more serious matter as the breaking of a prime rule or protocol then the punishment should be ritually given. singled out sort of thing where the punishment must be concentrated upon such as standing in a corner or on a chair before the punishment then receiving it with out aid of bonds or rope. The added humiliation of counting the strokes and saying thank you after each one or some other phrase. Time set for the contemplation of the punishment is set aside for the corner or a top the chair once again. Not allowed to touch or sooth the punished area is always good keeps the burn going a little longer. .

The picture shows a mild punishment I had to go through for not copping emails . I had to write lines when being whacked. The pain was not unbearable but I did not forget to copy the emails after that imagine.

Naked baking

Well it rhymes at least. I as chatting to one of my former owners last night and mentioned that I would be baking today . She had a bit of a laugh and said naked again eh. I though why of course why not, She wisely pointed out that small hair follicles could spoil the cake. Of course trying to be witty I said well I will put coconut in them. Then I came up with an idea a challenge for me you could say. I said if any Dominant got a hair they could claim me as their prize she mentioned like a coin in the pudding. I do not know what prize you got for finding the coin except for the coin.

I began to think a bit and did I really want a Dominant having me as a the prize after digging out one of my hairs from their mouth? No not a good idea so an apron was in order.

The apron in the picture I had hoped to wear for New years day at an open house. It is not the one I wore baking however if any one needs a slave to serve at parties well I can supply the slave and the outfit. How long I stay in it and what I do well that would be up to you . as for hairs in the food and drink served well I figure one hair ten smacks. If you find them, guess I will have a red ass and face.

un-achivable goals perhaps perfection is

The trouble with finding perfection , never seems to last. I had found the perfect arrangement the perfect couple to Dom me. I profess to being a slave, ask me to do anything on my list and it is done. So proud of myself that I think I was vain. I was enjoying myself so much that I could not conceive that anyone could be unhappy in the arrangement

Who is at fault no one but as a slave I should not have un-collared myself. Yep so vain that I would not wait for an explanation of words. In my right to ask to be un-collard not my right to just do it by myself. Of course I, right now want to write down the words and say am I not right and I might be right but protocols which exude from my skin were broken. Politeness was broken Two of the few people that I have been able to trust well vanity is just not a good thing in a supposed slave.

Dominants can be and are wrong many times. Some times they are lazy sometimes they do not know what to do sometimes there is a good reason to un-collar oneself. Sometimes words on paper with out emotion or visualization allows the reader to place emotions on the writer that might not have existed, probably did not exist but hey many wars have started because of words.

Protocols go both ways they are there for a reason I could have followed them and found out I was right and all of this might not have had to happen at all. These people have whipped me pour hot wax on me, taken pictures of me and posted them to their blogs. They have made fun of my penis and used me as I had wanted to be used as a slave. I loved every minute but communication lines that I thought were there were not. Vanity is a sharp sword to play when you are a slave. I did not make it clear in the contract how communications should be handled I was so trying to be open I assumed they would be handle as I have always done. Well you know the what happened then that cute saying played it self out .

What have I learned ?

I cannot be as open as I was it creates emotions in me and that caused expectations to happen not good for me or a slave. As I do not like to under achieve when I am emotional. Being closed or not as open I can handle much better.n I can be a great slave just not as open, like most slaves and subs we still want to hold some of the control for ourselves. Though we will never admit that to a Dominant.

Honour has loss me many things over the years . I have said no to rules , bosses , family and now friends. Now to protocols one that I thought I would never do but found a reason in mind at least one thing was so wrong that I went against rules. Honour is a word not understood by all in the same way.

Should I be lucky enough to find another perfection I will ask to be taken to the wood shed more often and just have the spunk beaten out of me. then I will write the contract I should be in a good frame of mind then if not well take me back to the wood shed until I am. After that no matter who the contract is with it will be based on needs rather than assumption on my part.

As for the water under the bridge well I will not say I understood the words wrong but will say I did not follow protocols nor gave any one a chance to explain more than what I wanted to hear.

SO 2007 not such a great year one to take lessons from but put the memories to rest. In 2008 I hope to find a dominant that can control a brat such as myself but allow me to remain closed until I open up willingly. That will take trust and a lot of communication.

So next year I hope to have a jolly red ass be a better slave lets hope because I really do not need any more coal under the tree.

Candles are so much of a bdsm Christmas

There is no feeling like hot wax. The rush from the heat and tiny burn to the cooling and feeling that you are covered.. I must admit I love this torture the most I fantasize about being encased in wax
The skillful hands of a Dominant doing a double pour. The evil smile on her face as the first drop hits or when you think it is all covered then she finds a new area.



Of course the result is rahter nice but sure wished she would have done my back and ass to . Perhaps I could have been used as a Christmas decoration. No not for the top of the tree I am just not ans angel and how would I be held there!

Drying out

Most of the time after getting wet you hang things out on the clothes line. A recent Domme forgot the line what can I say . After thrirty minutes of this they seemed not to dry well.


At that point she decided that enough was enough and put them through the press one more time just to get all the wetness rung out. The feeling of the press and pegs is delicious. I certainly miss laundry day.

Snow days

I love snow days. Naked snow angles and naked snow ball fights. I am like a kid I just see all the delightful things to be done in the nude outside. Yes I know frost bite and lost body heat but I am not saying stay out for an hour just have some fun then a good rub down by your Dominant a nice hard towel over the cold areas. Now that is stimulating!

I have not come up with a trial offer yet. As there are eyes watching and my last challenge was snapped up too quickly to offer too much right now but I will slip something in before Christmas and if I don't? well the first one to notice will have a naked slave serving them for 24 straight hours. Oh and in case you are asking yourself straight means consecutive hours no vanilla play. LOL