Ponderings

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A idea of slavery

Slavery has many definitions. The one I like best is being compelled to do distasteful work or tasks for one that was not chosen by you but through capture or sale.

We all have the idea of perfect Dominants whether it is that beautiful Domme in tight leather that will sexually torment you for hours delivering every fantasy you ever had. It could be the black knight on white horse with long blond hair lashing your face as he has thrown you up on his horse and is taking off to be his sex slave.

Really though do those not evoke the sexual side too much. Is it not more humiliating to have to bow down to those you would be a bit more distasteful of? When slaves were captured they did not chose who their masters were. Since humiliation is in every slave relation to some degree then would it not be more humiliating to have to bend your knee to your rival rather than your lover. I think it would be whether male or female if you battled with them would it then be more embarrassing to have to say you are better than I .? Would the tasks take on a much more delicious nature or humiliation? Any task that had to be done in front of them or their friends would carry so much more weight in the idea of your slavery then a willing acceptance of slavery to one you desire?

I would answer yes to the above questions For me in my desire of ideal slavery if would be that I was taken or sold rather then negotiate and agree. Of course in this day and age with the pitfalls of such a relation quite evident this possibility must remain in fantasy only.

A simple humiliation

I am a member of Humiliation Nation on Fet-life. SO I receive and awful lot of posts from them. They are of extraordinary ways of humiliation and things to embarrass some one. I think too many ask just to have said they have posted and a little too much thought goes into these things on such a simple concept. So I went on a search through out the Internet world. I found this on U Tube of all places
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8848547778928252975.

It shows the humiliation of a man by two women. No one is naked just sitting outside in a park where he has to smell lick their feet and suck their toes. During this time they verbally berate him simple and effective.
So I guess that most on fet-life wish to be handed what to do rather then invent or at least google it. Sadly a lot are Dominants seem they do ot have much of an imagination slaves never seem to run out of fantasies about it though. So any one from fet-life that wishes to embarrass a slave well go to Mean Girls on the Internet or really ask you slave there is a hundred different things they would love to be forced to do to their embarrassment.

Nothing

I have to write this here as my other blogs seem just not to fit this weekend. I did nothing no hermit time , no new stories, no play or new challenges. Did not even have coffee with friends on Friday. Just a plain boring vanilla weekend. Even though On Friday night I was all alone they was no drive or feeling to do anything but watch hockey.

The idea of having slave rules sort of fun but a catalyst is missing. There is not the proper reason behind it I think. These rules give me stimulation and pleasure they were not written to give others such as a dominants control or the pleasure that a slave is fulfilling their desires. Just a guy doing the house work naked.

So this was a weekend off form my enforced slavery and a small walk on the dominant side just to clear my head a bit.I went on a few chats read some discussions but the most interesting thing around was what istruemene do you enjoy have your clit torture with . Interesting but did not capture me you could say. I even searched for outdoor bondage some thing that usually will provoke interest in me but nothing.

The amount of people in my house still plagues any attempt to extend my house slavery and will for some time. It is not like a dominant locking you in their house naked and telling you everything must sparkle grinning as they have shackled your legs and hands to provide a challenge. Every second and sound would have meaning them now well there is no demand no must be quicker feeling just well boredom. So maybe a few days off and we will see.

As men grow older their toys grow smaller

I accepted a friend’s invitation to attend a meeting last night. I had spent some of the day with him catching up and after supper he said to me time to go play. Of course, even though I knew it was not lifestyle related the comment put me in an interested mood. I got the feeling he was worried that the evening would be boring for me.

So off we went. A bunch of guys like this I have never met before. The first thing I noticed was the gleam in thir eyes. It was like seeing little boys that have just walked into the room on Christmas day with all the packages decorated and they stood back taking in the moment. The next thing I noticed was how clean they mostly were my size or larger. Some of them looked like they could play linemen for a football team.

There they were and I will not use the word playing as it is not accepted well by the group so I will say operating very much like being in the real world of trains. Yes miniatures trains were the interest. Funny how those really into an hobby, are so willing to share their knowledge. They knew I was not a train person but they freely opened up and answered all my questions. It was almost like I was an attraction some one to convert or maybe I was some one they could explain their interest to there for fulfilling their need to expose their lust for this hobby. Hobby is a light word as I feel these guys were a lot more intense then I have seen in the lifestyle in a very long time.

I think that I s what I enjoyed the most was the intensity they showed and that my friend was so alive. That and the idea that these guys have huge hands yet can fabricate pile of lumber out of a Popsicle sticks. All and all an interesting experience!

Now of course I cannot end it there. I loved it for much reason some of them related to the lifestyle. First I was in the middle of a bunch who love miniatures next my friend forgot to tell me to bring slippers as you are not allowed to were your boots inside, so I spent all night walking on a cement floor hmmm dungeon sounding is it not. My feet have not yet warmed up so a lasting feeling much as good spanking would. The only other little engines that cause this much happiness would be a vibrator. I found out that real men do not grow up they keep their zeal for things such as these. I of course have come away with all sorts of fodder for future fantasies.

SO no it was not torture and yes I did have fun.

Serving

I sometimes wonder if being a person that likes to do things for others has predisposed me to having my submissive side being the dominant of the two. I enjoy facial expressions when some one has acknowledge some thing I have done for them and that certain feeling in side. It is very similar to when a dominants pats my bottom and says well done or verbal informs me that my conduct was good. I enjoy the attention of doing things for other people making them feel good.

I do not enjoy being with an owner or dominant that does not pay attention to what I do or offer them. Just like an unattended child or puppy I act up . Many have seen the bratty side and the answer to any brat is to find out what they was everyone to see what they have to offer. In my dominants side I also like to please but that is different it is complicated as you want the slave to achieve flight through their desires. SO service e of a service sub , pain for a pain slut and protocols for a protocol sub last but not least slavery for a slave.

As a slave it is easy to be rewarded for my efforts a touch , a word and yes a damn good session . As for dominant I gain it through the grimace on their face as they shudder through orgasm, or in the screams as I hit their G spot. Their forced thank you at the end of a session which is sometime so protocol driven that I doubt if the slave can remember doing it after coming down from their flight. You are sitting at the edge of disaster and with little acknowledgement as you teeter on disappointment for the slave or injury for them. They never know how close unless there is an accident and then they still ask for more. I know I have in the past. So lets hope that dominants do have that nasty evil personality that can say tough to be you and mean it otherwise they just might go insane.So next time I am with a dominant I just might lick an suck them off or rimm that ass a little better and with more effort and not a task to do badly so I get another beating, just to say thanks for giving me my desires for attention through what I need the spanking,whippings and humiliation Thanks for accepting my service because that fill a whole other desire.. well that is if the brat does not show up.

Capture by a sun beam

One of the nicer feeling in the winter for me is to stretch out in a sun beam in the afternoon. If feels great and relaxing and like an old cat I tend to drift off quickly in it. It also holds it's dangers. The sun moves and soon I am laying naked in a very cold area of my bed as the beam has moved off. It is a funny feeling if you can stay awake for it to feel the shadow starting to move upon you. Much like the old cliff hangers as the hero is struggling to stay atop a mountain as his footing is disappearing under him so it is with the sun beam as I tried to shift to remain in the sun while the size did dwindle. Turning and twisting I finally ended up on my side. This afforded me the sensation of the shadow touching my front and back confining me to the spot to stay under the sun's gaze. Waiting until the last spec of light to dance off my body on to the wall of my room.

Funny what we will do to achieve the tactile sensations of our desires.