That form of BDSM social etiquette, is something I willingly aspire to π
That form of BDSM social etiquette, is something I willingly aspire to π
This is @Balt1Josh begging; "I Didn't Know - It's too much - I didn't know! - I Know! - I Know!" When finally, in that desperate moment he "knows" what he had repeatedly asked for.
And to his credit, without panic and little protest, he deals with the reality of his fantasy. Total respect Josh!
"Your intuition knows. Your inner vision knows. Your heart knows. Your Soul knows. Thereβs an inextricable part of you, that just knows. It knows when your eyes can't see. It knows your your fingers can't feel. It knows the answer when your mind no longer asks the question...
As one who has always viewed Sub's as opposite and equal partners, without whom I'm,"Master of nothing:" I look for Sub's who are proud and unashamed of who, and what they are, with the courage, and dignity to be their true authentic selves... Respect, always Respect. π
Being as I'm a tad sad tonight. Does the answer your question lie with what's at the core on your sadness?
As for "good middle ground." Untill I connected bondage with a mindful state, I struggle with moderation. "Even when you're moderate, you're excessively moderate," a flatmate once observed π€
Even with Bungee cords, I doubt I'd be bouncing after 72 hours. An incredible achievement. Congratulations to all of those involved.π«‘
One of the first scenes I enjoyed with the inimitable, @lthrsmsublondon. And despite all we've enjoyed since, it's still a favourite among many wonderful memories.π
Yea! Practice makes perfect π
Being "Demisexual" with deep connection's, and a duty of care to those who trust me as a Dom. I don't consider myself a "Fully Paid-Up Sadist."
What I enjoy most, and gives me an instant boner, is the give and take of consensual Dominance & Submission, and my Subs "enjoyment" of what we share.
It's the Smallest most uncomfortable,
and the most expensive room in the house.
With the worst room service.
With no internet connection.
And no mini bar.
And it has the highest occupancy rate.
Surely, it can't be that daunting? Or can it?π
There are times when we donβt realise how hungry we are untill weβve had a proper meal. Thatβs when we realises what we've been missing.
Not unlike a scene that satiates an unrecognised hunger. Yet with our mouth stuffed full, we're left craving a second helping and can't get the waiters attentionπ
It sounds as good as it looks π€
What a carry on, more fun than the original Monty Python sketch.
So glad that @lockedtied.bsky.social invited me.
it was great to meet you all.
Since leaving the play venue, we hadn't stopped laughing.
I've not laughed as much since me and an ex, as high as kites, blew bubbles at one another in our playroom.
And NO! None of you have permission to publicly call me "Master Bubble's!"π
Luxury in my day...ππ€£
It was fun meeting you
I'll happily accept the latter description of me, on a good flying dayπ
And, for the record, just in case the not so nice side of you gets a chance to use some "electrickery" and nipple play on me next time.
A polite prod, will always trigger a more positive response, than a cattle prod π
"Legend"π I know 50% of what's said of me can't be true, as I started the story. I wouldn't trust the "Old Bastide," any more than I can sew a Sleepsackππ€£
It was my pleasure to give you a basic"flight of suspense." You'll get a more complete picture when you get a higher altitude "long haul flight!"
Suspended, sensory deprived, securely sleepsack bound, nipples clamped, arse plugged, and nowhere to go.
What more could a Sub ask for?