BDSM Mini-Lexicum

  



dominator - one that enjoys being in control, that enjoys having subservients around  that are willing to comply every command that person gives.





submissive - one that enjoys obeying and losing control over oneself, using a means through which that control is lost.





bondage - the art of immobilization of the body through external means, tape, rope, chain, rubber, leather, or whatever other means to achieve that goal.





sadism - one who enjoys inflicting pain on another person.





masochism - one who enjoys the feeling of pain on his body, in a part of it or as a whole.





master - one who enjoys playing the role as dominator to someone who enjoys being submissive, using bondage, sadism or whatever other means to establish his position as such.





slave - one who is submissive to a specific person or group of persons for a determined period of time, establishing with them a relation of ownership and/or partnership, during which he accepts their commands given, either in the form of words or actions, allowing or not to be subject to bondage or the receiver of sadist acts as masochist, according to the rules established between all parties.





Master - one who is capable of imbuing change on a submissive to become a slave, that is, instilling the desire to belong, to be recognized as owned property, for the value that such a title would provide, by the creation of a bond that transcends friendship or love, pleasure and pain, and the possibility to live in a reality where such a bond can flourish, physically and/or mentally.

Strength

is not measured by the number of kilos you can lift



is not measured by the number of kilometers you can run



is not measured by the number the hours you do at the gym



is not measured by the number of bricks that you can break in a stroke



is not measured by the number of cocks you took



is not measured by the number of asses you fucked



is not measured by the number of masters you served



is not measured by the number of slaves you had





But by what it took for you to get there




by the number of trainings it took to achieve that mark



by the number of blister your foot gained



by the number of calluses you got in your hands



by the number of times you had to bandage your arms in pain



by the number of times you begged someone to fuck you



by the number of times you masturbated because you had none to take you



by the number of times you were rejected by those you wanted to serve



by the number of times you were despised as a no-one





Do not mistake the results with perseverance





As true strength is not gained in success



But in failing and continuing trying



And the commitment to not stop until you do

Stuck in the middle

Once lost at sea, surrounded by mighty clouds of rain and thunder, the sun and the cool air breeze now passes over your face



A gentle touch after such a shocking moment, makes everything seem so unreal that it feels like it didn't happen, that it was all in your mind



As time passes the mind starts playing tricks, corrupting and diluting what was felt until all ends in a blur





Every climax leads to an anti-climax



A fight against change, a desire to return to the normal self



Even if you hate it



But it is comfortable to return, to return to be the piece in the clock that ticks at the same regular intervals as once before



It is what it should be, what must be





I harbor within me the desire to finish the training of the slaves I once initiated, specially the ones with whom I still maintain a connection, even if it is only through a fake connection in  an on-line profile



It is not my call to make it into a real one, even if I may wish for it to happen




Choices have to be voluntary and even if you do want it, events may prevent you from doing so





Time moves swiftly



Days become months



Months become years




The distance between us grew beyond the point where it could restart from the point it was when my hand grabbed the chain you once wore, the one you have stuck up in a drawer or a shoe box, tucked somewhere out of sight





I still keep the key for the padlock that held that chain, the contract that you signed and the memories of events that happened between us




Freedom of choice made you come to me



And my gift to you was the freedom to forget me and what happened



To allow you to live out your life the way you decided





I may check up on you to see where you stand and the choices you made in between




I will not tell you to come even if we talk again



As it is your choice to do so if you wish




The only assurance I can offer you is that if you hold the chain I gave you, there is still a chance for you to return and continue





Events happen when it is the correct time to do so





I can wait



It is my privilege to be able to do so





The world will continue to move



New slaves will occupy the space you once were and the memory of them will be added next to yours as time moves for everyone





There is no shame in saying hi after so long or that you want to be under my rule



It can happen again or not, but unless you ask you will never know





It is by will alone that you set your mind in motion




And maybe I will be there once again

Pain

The pain... The pain...



So many complain about it, so many run away from it



And some crave for it as if they need it to live





Before we go deeper in its exploration, let's start with the basics




What is pain




According to The International Association for the Study of Pain, "Pain is an unpleasant sensory and emotional experience associated with actual or potential tissue damage, or described in terms of such damage"



When the body feels pain, it knows something is wrong and acts in some way to make it stop



But pain does not only come from external stimulus



Some pains exist in the mind as well as in the body, sometimes much more painful than the physical ones





As a baby, the first mechanism of defense is to cry, to let your progenitors know that something is not right



Unfortunately it is the only way to communicate so every problem, from discomfort, hunger or pain get the same response, making it very hard for parents to know what to do




That mechanism changes as we grow and we learn how to control ourselves



Some become able to control the effects of pain on their mind, from diminishing the effects to fully ignoring it



But the pain is still there, waiting for the open window to show its face





Becoming an adult comes in many societies after an initiation ceremony, where one has to show his ability to be in control and endure, to prove to all the rest that he is strong and by demonstrating so, that he will become a valuable asset to his community



In modern civilization, we have changed from the endurance to pain to just endurance and strength, through a series of sport trials or by the integration into the military or some force connected to it



By demonstrating our ability to withstand the difficulties at work for the long hours and menial tasks or the long workouts at the gym





Even if we change the method, the objective is still the same



To prove that you are strong





But as that replacement that seems like sugar, but tastes like nothing of the sort and just leaves us craving for the original, a part of our wiring desires to feel more



The softness of fabrics does not seem to fit the ruggedness of the original animal that we were, fighting for life, feeling our heart beating harder, the focus of the hunt and the satisfaction of a challenge achieved




Your conscious might say one thing but the subconscious asks for more





There was a German philosopher, Friedrich Nietzsche, who wrote



Only great pain is the ultimate liberator of the spirit…. I doubt that such pain makes us ‘better’; but I know that it makes us more profound





Pain is neither good or bad



A beast capable of making us do things we could not imagine doing, showing us our abilities even if we doubt ourselves





You may try do deny it but it is still a part of us



Jailer, companion or friend



It is what we make of it








For the good or for the bad


But always there

Perspectives

I believe everyone has in the 21rst century has taken or been in a photo



For those with the happy trigger, specially for those armed with the selfish stick, you may have probably discovered that there is a specific side where you seem to look prettier than all the rest



A specific position of the face, torso, arms and legs where you seem more attractive



A special look that makes you shine



A specific perspective of you



Everyone has different sides to be looked on, appart from the physical



Some sides look pretty at first glance, while others do not



You are a person of different sides, and each side has something that makes it shine



The biggest difficulty is finding it



You may hate that side of you, or you may love it



But it is yours nevertheless



Have you ever been in a situation where you do something that you think is awful and not worth the time you are spending, but that someone else thinks it is awesome and praises you for that accomplishment



It is not only mirrors that can provide a different look on what you are



People can do that as well





The same happens with you being a slave





You may think you are worthless and only good enough to be used as a doormat





But there is something in you that catches my eye



That you accept to be made weak although being strong



That you deny yourself a personality to become what I want you to be



That you reject having a life just to be able to live in mine



That you are able to endure the pain, discomfort, torture and humiliation for my own satisfaction





Make me like that side of you





And make that side shine

Age

Locked in the circle of life, we are born, we age and we die



No one can escape that



The measurement of age is based in years, that is, the number of times that the earth has rotated around the sun, from a specific point in it's trajectory, until it resumes that relative point in space





If you measure that as the number of times the earth revolves around you, you are waaay too old to be reading, or even to be alive



Ashes to ashes, dust to dust



May mother Earth accept in its bosom what the living cannot





Time can be divided into smaller portions, such as months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds, to infinite fractions of the second





I suppose you don't know the milliseconds of your date of birth, do you



I don't know either... and I don't care





Time can be aggregated in bigger units, such as quarters of centuries, centuries, millennium and eons



But as some Albert once said, time is relative, based on our perception of it



Apart from the international measurement units there are also relative units of measurement, based on the average living standard for your country and the current time that you lived in and on the age you have, compared to the one you are measuring



For the caveman, being able to achieve 35 would be to be considered old as in the their twenties most would die from sickness, spoiled or poisonous food or the occasional encounter with a beast that would feast on their flesh



In a thousand years, if mankind still exists, we will probably be able to be achieve the millennium mark and the oldest living men that inhabits the Earth at this moment would be nothing more than a newborn to him





The birthday celebration of a millennial man would be a problem with the cake as it would be more candle than actual cake






As for your personal perception of time, it is not hard to grasp



As a rule of thumb, anyone with less than a quarter of your current age would be considered young and a quarter above would be considered old





I leave you with this small mathematical example (even if you failed elementary school you should be able to grasp this with a cheap pocket calculator or your dumbphone) 




For someone with the current age of 12,


Young < 12 - 12 / 4


Old > 12 - 12 / 4


being young would fall under 9 and old above 15




For someone with the current age of 21,


Young < 21 - 21 / 4


Old > 21 + 21 / 4


being young would fall under 14 and old above 26




For someone with the current age of 40,


Young < 40 - 40 / 4


Old > 40 + 40 / 4


being young would fall under 30 and old above 50




For someone with the current age of 60,


Young < 60 - 60 / 4


Old > 60 + 60 / 4



being young would fall under 45 and old above 75




Based on these examples, for the juvenile out there searching for someone your age would mean searching within a 12 year age interval



As for someone like me would be within a 20 year interval





Considering the age at which gays begin to come out and the current average population age, my chances of finding someone if I used such criteria would mean a much better chance to find the one



But I don't use that rule, luckily for some, as my age range is much bigger than that






There are three criteria for calculating age:


- Legal - the number of years passed since the birth date inscribed on your identity card


- Physical - based on your bodily appearance where does it fit when compared to the general population


- Mental - based on the way that you act, talk and do when compared to the rest




The first age is binding, while the other two are subject to personal interpretation





As a curiosity, the age on my profile and blog is my real legal age (I update it every year)





At this current time (2017/08/09), doing a self examination, I would calculate on the three criteria as:


- Legal as 40 years old


- Physical as 30 years old (could easily pass as that age, shaven and with my hair dyed, if one day I decided to do that)


- Mental as at least 100 years old (I sometimes think I am too old for what I see around me)


Doing an average of the three criteria would put me at about 57 years




Using this same criteria with a case I got some time ago:


- Legal as 50


- Physical as 55 (looked older than he actually was)


- Mental as 14 (behaved as a kid)


That gives the average age of 40 years, which is what he had posted on his profile


So doing a correlation, I would say that this is the reason why there seems to be such an age difference between the profile and reality


That reason being a matter of different criteria... or as they say, lying with all the teeth of their mouth





Nevertheless regarding the age interval for the age of 56 the age range would be somewhere between 42 and 70... which incidentally is very close to those that I have been more attracted to in these past few years



But nothing is written in stone


Some stones hide brute diamonds waiting to be cut and shaped, while others just hide... some loose screws





Placing limits on those you seek is what it is



Placing limits





Limits exist to be tested and broken



And amongst those that make no sense to me are age, race and nationality



To deny yourself the chance to know someone based on only these three criteria seems unreasonable



After knowing you may say yes or no, but to shut yourself to the possibility will just be your loss





Everyone has something to offer that may or may not fit into what you want and need



Serious and experienced masters are usually older as experience comes with time and trial, which not always correlates to their legal age



Serious slaves come with a deep introspection as to why they want to be slaves and that can happen even at an early age





There are serious slaves and masters everywhere in the planet



All you have to do is look for them, make a choice and go for it if they fit what you seek




Based on my age, you are still young



But I will welcome your contact nevertheless

March to discord

I roam this earth for as long as you do



I was bred, born and nurtured by a kind mom as you did



I had teachers that taught me that the world was round, the name of cities, rivers and seas



I learned the stories of those that came before me, their ideals and hopes for those who would rise up to be the new men and women after them



I gained knowledge to earn a part in society with a specific trade to become useful



And I learned what is to be expected of me to fit into the frame of those that live in it





But I chose to be different






I looked into it all and found it too gray, too tasteless, too fake



I chose to break away from the format of the bread that comes from the oven





I chose to be me





I do not care you call me a faggot, a freak, or a pervert for doing what I like, with whom I like, whenever I feel like



I can see, not the shame in your face, but the envy for the way I chose to live, free from all that clutter you call a life



It is by my own choice that I dress to impress, that I dress to provoke, that I dress to arouse



And that is how you find me now, with your neurons trying to figure out how I stand as I do before you




My mouth tastes rancid as my tongue found an ass to lick



My butt cheeks further apart from the fist that was rammed into it with the product you use to spread on your morning bread



My boots filled with the piss from a pass over at a local toilet where your husband went



My pants dirty from both my own cum and from your upstairs neighbor, that godlike creature that you put so high above the rest




But the thought of what happened transcends what your wildest imagination can dream of



I may look corrupted beyond repair



But I feel happy and fulfilled





And that is why you call me deviant



I deviate from the norm that binds you, from the rules that surround you, that never have been written and never will be



But this world is big enough for us both



As long as you are there, there will be a reason for me to be what I am now



So go on on your morning walk, feed the dog and walk the children, or whatever you pretend to like doing



Feel free to walk away from me as you are doing right now, trying your best to put up a facade to hide what you truly think and feel




With that putrid smile you say good morning



And with my number one framed smile I say goodnight



I am off to find my bed



If no one sexy comes my way

Spanking and goodnight

I come near your bed not to gloat, humiliate or bruise what is already bruised



I come here to tell you a story, perhaps a bedtime story, or maybe not, but nevertheless something for you to take into your sleep, to think and reflect as your head floats in the clouds like a child



As someone once told me, what you say is true and it explains what happened but it does not justify why it happened



It is true that it may explain in detail the reasons that in the end led you to fail in fulfilling the command



Nevertheless failure deserves punishment as you forgot for whom you were supposed to accomplish it and the implications of your failure in my life, even if by a mere second



Know that your failure meant my loss, both as your Master and Owner as well as your Teacher



As your Master you failed a direct command given by me and agreed by you as you said "yes Master"



As your Owner as you behaved as a brat, thinking your actions have no effects in anyone's life



As your Teacher as the effort spent in educating you for you to become what you are now seems to have been misplaced, to say the least






Never forget



you are Mine





you are not the stray dog that I picked up from the street, roaming the bins looking for food, pissing on corners and sleeping on the cold floor



you have been shaved, pruned and groomed into what you are now and my collar hangs around your neck for all to see



you are not sleeping somewhere, but in a place next to me, sharing the same roof as I



you eat from My food and have been nurtured from the knowledge that I shared



And you accepted this by your own free will, knowing that everything would have consequences, both the good and the bad





It is true my hand flashes in your ass



It is true that I made you cry



It is true that you did the best that you could



But you failed me nevertheless





As you think about what you did



Remember that even if the beating was hard, you still sleep on the same place next to me



Remember that you will have the chance to prove yourself to my expectations and be rewarded by your successes





It was not some other's hands that touched your flesh but Mine



It was not to a stranger that you screamed and begged for forgiveness, but to Me



And it will still be Me the one that teaches you how to be able to achieve the goals I have set for you and I am sure you are able to do, even if you doubt in yourself and in your own abilities





you can do better



I believe in you





Sleep tight

Directions and misdirections

you ask for my cock but you show me yours

what am I going to do with it...




you ask for an experienced master

but you know so little...




you ask to be undressed and taken

but you dress so tight...




you ask to be taken and raped

but you seek to be loved...




you ask to be a slave

but demand control...




you want to be fucked like a whore

but your ass is tight as a worm's hole...




you ask for a greek god to take you

but you are small and frail...




you ask for pictures of this world and the next

but you show nothing of you...




you demand I read your text

but there are no words written that truly matter...




you want something so big

but your mind is so small...





So




break yourself from your own set rules

and enjoy what comes your way




close your eyes and let go

when you have someone that catches you




if you fall and hurt yourself

someone will come to pick you up




and if not

you will rise and walk again




because that is as life works

in its own mysterious ways

Writing on the wall

Gather around me


Oh mourners of dead cows


Embodiments of hellish air


And so many more




Hear the warning of this man


Old and antique by current standards


But still alive with open eyes


As you close yours amongst the flock




You brand yourself in ancient symbols


Worshiping gods long gone


From those that fight for victory


Or worship the sun, the earth or the sea




I do not mind that you do it


But that you do it without care


And lose yourself in the process


Exchanging life for little things




Life is made of time


And time wasted to make money


That you use to dress yourself


In so many pretty things




The sacrifice that you offer


To become what you are not


Is not wasted, be sure of that


As it is from belief that they live




You make magic from the words


That you use to brand yourself


A bike to become a biker


A pig, a dog and so many more




But that magic has a price


That is not to be discarded


It is not just what is on the tag


That you pay at the checkout




You lose yourself and your identity


Without even knowing why


That you cling yourself to that shape


Color, smell, texture or taste




The more you give, the more they live


Until they rule over your life


On temples of images and sounds


Made by their most faithful devotees




You may ride the wave like all the rest


But open your eyes as you do


As it can grow beyond control


And damn yourself for ever more




Live free or in chains


Who am I to disagree


I also chain body and soul


But only bind those that are free




Do you prefer to tie yourself


To someone live and with purpose


Or lose purpose on things to be


That is what I want to see




So don't play dumb as you have been warned


Of what will come to be


I am not here to make your choices


I am here to set you free

Fashion and fetish

Some time ago I made this article for a Portuguese magazine where I was asked to write about bdsm to the general public


Some adjustments were made in terms of the translation to fit this audience and complement it a bit



And now, a bit of history



The term fetish was born for the word "feitiço" (witchcraft in English)


It is something that binds and dazzles the human mind, thanks to the supernatural powers that it holds



There are those who are immune to its charms, but no one is indifferent to the impact they have over those that submit to them



The power that fetish holds over people is diverse and relative, that go from despise and complete ignorance up to the full dependency on it


One of the biggest engines of fetish is fashion, that dream making machine that works transforming images, colors and bodies into something that appeals to the buying of items that have little practical usage for our day-to-day life



The term fashion can be applied to many things, such as clothing, shoes, make-up, furniture, amongst so many things, being divided by styles and epochs by many historians


It can be used in the most generic sense as the description of the pattern that gave it origin ("it is fashion to hear hats") as the prevalent pattern in a given moment in time ("it is the fashion")




Fashion and fetish have always been connected, being one the most presentable and socially accepted face of the other


Only when the object becomes something connected to sexuality does it stop being in society's good graces and becomes a perversion




I give out a simple example that will make it easy to connect both terms



Let us imagine a pair of red shoes


They are born from the imagination of a stylist from Prada


They are drawn red, with round lines and high heel as high as possibly usable by a human being


They are not drawn for it's practicality on the work environment, but as an object that belong in this season's catalog, for one specific theme



Within this theme, a scenery is made where this object is presented


A model and personality selected that fit in the mind of the stylist that thought of it



And the parade begins




Hundreds of flashes and cameras light up the set



Scene, model and shoes become one and the dream is born




A woman sees them on a magazine cover



She sees the ensemble and imagines the moment recorded in the photo


Walking through the sterile passerelle, watched by a million eyes




Many people would be afraid of that moment, of facing the world capable of undressing them with a single look


But the one playing the part stands firm on her own two feet, projecting confidence, along with the idea that was on the mind of the one that drew it, presented on the empty canvas, as requested


A woman in control, indifferent to those who look at her and desired because of it



A connection is made between the woman that parades and the woman that sees the photo as the desire to become one is planted in fertile land


And for that to happen a dress is needed or, if little money is left to buy it, then at least a pair of shoes



She knows that the shoes are expensive and out of reach of all the rest


Nevertheless if she saves enough over a couple of months they can be hers and that ethereal connection to the picture will be a physical one with the possession of the object


With the correct amount of money in her matching bag, she heads off to the boutique


Sitting on a velvet chair, she awaits for her desire to brought


A man leans down, holding a small paper box


From within, softly wrapped in silky paper comes a pair of red shoes


She feels the subtle smell emanating from the set and in that moment she knows they will be hers


Two hands place the shoe on her feet and the extasy of that relationship hits her mind



She raises herself and walks on them


Her walk changed as she placed them on as the posture of her entire body had to adapt for her to be able to wear it



A veil was placed with a pair of shoes


The dream became reality
 


Many eyes will lower themselves to admire her shoes and they will identify them as present in the same photo that she saw



The desire that those strange eyes set on the photo will now stumble upon her every time she wears them



That power of attraction is hers now




Up to this point we are within what the world of fashion offers




The dark side begins when that same image is taken to the other extreme


The same velvet chair, but a naked body sits on in


An equally naked man puts that same shoe on her feet, sexually aroused as he does it


She knows the power those shoes hold over that who submits


And power given by him to the shoes are now for her use and abuse



And that means that he is hers now


He will do anything she wants in exchange for her to become the user of the shoes of his fantasy




And she enjoys feeling that power


The power to put men under her feet...


Literally



Everyone of us ends up, one way or another, to give power to objects and create our own fetishes, being those sexual or not


That pair of sneakers used to beat the track record


The gold wire with the coin for luck


The special pen to write the contract of a lifetime.



There are those who don't enjoy this kind of pagan practice that people exhibit



Nevertheless, we all need something to hold on to in our moment of need or something to motivate us in playing a specific part, born from something we saw or experienced in our past that has marked us permanently



In this world full of rights and wrongs, we should have the freedom to be what we want


If you like to wear red high heel shoes, to dress up in leather pants, to wear a chain on your neck or a cowboy hat in your head it does not matter, as long as that object does not stand in the way of what you want to do



But always remember the distinction between living and living dependent of something



To do sex with a cowboy hat may be fun as a gimmick, but to only do it with the cowboy hat can limit you in more ways than you can imagine



To be free means to have options, so don't limit yourself




Because the most important thing is to live


And be happy

A visit to the doctor

I have an itch that I cannot scratch


That keeps me awake throughout the night


If I try to get it out


It hides too deep for me to find




Perhaps by candle light with my hands bound in prayer ?




I searched heaven and earth for an answer


Books and scriptures of all religions known


But their words could not even give me comfort


Left with this ailment to face alone




Or so I thought




An obscure doctor told me a way


Unorthodox, but trialed and tested


By many that came before


On the road that I have to follow




The medicine has been prescribed




Bare flesh needs to be exposed


To probe and test where it may hide


Perseverance may be needed


But my sickness has a cure




Or at least hope




All I require is skin and to be bold


So I have to strip myself of all I hold


And prepare myself to do what I am told


As the body needs to feel its touch




And it begins




Skin against skin


Arms stretched and hands closed


Ass straight up and back exposed


The wind whistles in the air




Am I too weak for this to bear ?




Strange words come out of my mouth


Some full sentences or merely sound


But they all have a deeper meaning


Not for you but for me




And what is left you may ask




White becomes red


Pristine becomes tainted


Illusions touch reality


Harsh and strong




But always true




The will to fight goes away


As rain clouds my tired eyes


And I feel a child again


Helpless and unprotected




But safely secured by a strong embrace




I let go of everything


And peace returns to my aching heart


As the itch is now gone


Nowhere to be found




The work is done




I thank the good doctor for this gift


The remedy bitter and hard to swallow


That marked my body and left me hollow


But one I needed most of all




And my cure you may ask




He said a chain on my neck could do it


With a strong hand to pull it


But for now this will suffice


Or maybe it shouldn't




I await for next itch


Anxiously

What, why, where, how

Over the many years that I have been a Master, I have traveled through the minds of many slaves


Probing, exploring and experimenting



The first thing that I learned is that this game is not a "one size fits all", or even a "one size fits most"


Every slave is different and what makes one tick, will make another freeze or run away



As such you have probably noticed if you read the blog up to this post, there are variations in the way themes are presented, ranging from the softest kink to the extreme bdsm



You may ask where do I stand in this


I could tell you that I stay in the middle, but I have to say that I have gone through the full range within the limits I have set




My motivation is the challenge that you may offer me in turning you into what I want as a slave, more than just a score board of "done this, done that"



If I still played that way, I would have already quit this Game, as my board has no more items to add



There is a saying that says that if you only have a hammer, every problem is a nail



Luckily my repertoire is bigger than "just a hammer" in my way of submitting you




But what should be used to bend you into submission, you may ask


If I can bend you with a feather, I will use it


If I can use a rope for that purpose, I will use it


If I have to rip the clothes off your body and use my full strength to pin you to the cold floor to make you obey me, I will do it



It comes from experience to know how much is enough


What can work without going beyond what you can take



Sometimes it may seem too soft



But if your knees still shake and your mind still works in overdrive exploring every emotion that flowed


Then my goal was achieved



This game is not about returning home bruised and battered, the number of times you were fucked or the amount of pain you were able to withstand


It is about the way you let yourself go in my hands, the way you are able to extract yourself from your surroundings to focus on me and on my satisfaction



Only then will you be able to feel pleasure from playing it




A slave exists to serve


And everything you feel should be for that purpose


Expose yourself as far as you are able to take it and I will be pleased by your service


Be that to a feather tickling your feet, a drop of wax sliding through your ribs, a jolt of electricity in your balls or my cock fucking your ass



It does not matter


As long as you take it for me




So come with the will to be changed and I will change you


And give purpose to what you want to feel

Rocking the cage

While some slaves desire the longing of ownership and the peacefulness that comes from a set of chains and orders to follow, others long for the hardness of the cold floor, the set of ropes scrapping and bruising the flesh, the feeling of the sweat rolling from head to toe, in a situation where there are no safe words



All that remains is endurance until the end, when it comes



For those that seek the hottest of fires, that burn the feet of those who walk on it, I leave a very special contract, only given under special request






Letter of Challenge





I, (masochist), offer myself, shackled and chained, in both body and mind, to be used and abused to my Master's delight



I seek nothing for me, except the pleasure of service and the pain, torture and humiliation under your rule



From my mouth will only come compliance to your order or sounds of the pain I feel under your punishment



I discard all comforts


Food, sleep, clothing will come when you feel I deserve it



I am happy for drinking my Master's sweat, filling my mouth with my Master's cock, sleeping at your feet like the dog I am and wearing your chains over my naked body on the cold floor



If I am cold, I will accept your whip to warm my flesh



If I am hot, I will accept the bathing you give me



My rest will come either in the cage where I belong or next to my Master's body when my mind has been broken and I have no more covers under which to hide myself



I relinquish my rights in exchange for the sweat, screams, cries and tears that you will extract from me



All that I can ask is that I can return in one piece, with no permanent damage or disease



If broken, I am yours forever




The slave

if

you are furry, I can scrape you smooth



you are weak, I can make you strong



you are strong, I can make you weak



you are fat, I can make you thin



you are thin, I can make you fat



you don't know, I can teach you



you don't know yourself, I can teach you



you don't know me, I can teach you





and make you grow with that knowledge



in due time





but whatever change may come, I will not change what came before



I will only change what comes after





your past made what you are now



and made you come to accept the choice I present





if I erase it from your mind



where is the smile that you will show, with nothing to compare from before




your past is what makes you precious



if it is lost, you will no longer be you



just a mindless beast, guided by pain and pleasure



with no understanding of why it became that way



hiding deep within the desire to escape



only to one day find that what you are running from



is in fact what it always longed to have





so keep that mind of yours in one piece



in there exists a place for me to stay



to caress, poke and tease your thoughts in your moments of rest




to show you why you long for my chain on your neck

Living by expectations

The pretty pictures on a profile can capture my attention but from there there is a long way to go before you enter my place of training


There are traits that I try to find in the slaves I train, which choice come from small details in the conversations we have and that I find a requirement for the success of any slave training




Being polite


While slaves can be animals, they can speak and write as ordinary humans

Nevertheless, until you enter my house my expectation is that you are properly educated and that you can be presented to someone and not make me ashamed by your conduct

If you cannot demonstrate this basic thing in a conversation, little hope is there for any progress as a slave, besides a closed box in the dark forever




Lying



Without even a word being spoken, just looking at a slave's pictures and seeing the age reported is enough to set the precedent that you are comfortable with lying to get what you want


I assume we are all adults with full knowledge of what we do


There is space for everyone in this game, so there is no need for that


Lying to me or to yourself is just setting up a barrier that will not allow you to take the most of what happens between us


Be upfront and truthful in the way you present yourself and the way you speak, if you expect others to do the same for you




Being thankful for the chance of conversation and training



Everybody has limited time to search for what they seek, so it is important to make the most of it


Everyone that you talk to and meet at each stage that you pass by requires your effort and of the ones you are involved with


Don't belittle that and treat the connections you are making with the importance they deserve


Use that time to build something that lasts so both efforts are not wasted




Clear mind of what you seek



What do you really seek, you may ask


That is not an easy answer and sometimes one that you may probably not even know


The news flash I have for you is that I do not know the answer either


Even when I see the words on a profile "I want to be a slave" or "I am a slave", I will still ask you the same question


Are you looking for slave training



Being a slave is something much deeper than just a label to wear on your collar, or a tattoo on the body


You may repeat it a thousand times to yourself, but that does not make it true


My path as a Master is providing the experiences for you to discover what means for you to be a slave


That it is an individualized view grown from all the experiences you have to this moment in time


It is within my reach to show you the full range, from the most basic of plays to the most profound and life changing experiences you will ever have


But it will depend on the stage you are and the ability you have to assimilate it


Besides that it has a price you may not be willing to pay



Nothing is free, but it is a trade


I exchange my experiences for your commitment to what you say you want to be



If you are able to perform to my expectations there will be more


If not, you may find a closed door on my side



Don't offer yourself to something you cannot cope or are not willing to perform


Discover what you want, try and learn what you like and don't like, step by step, slowly and in confidence


Request advice and explain your experiences to prepare the stage you will enter, one that you are ready to take and explore to the best of your abilities


If you want to try, you may say that you are still taking your first steps and things may fail


Setting the expectations is the best way to live it



So when I say I do slave training, accept it as what it is

A chance for you to be a slave, in my own way, under my own terms, taking into account your limitations, knowing your fears and desires as a tool to shape you into what I see you can become


For that to happen, I will need all the information you can provide in a concise and focused way


Don't be shy and open yourself to me


I can be the guide to the path you want do take




Removing per-conceived notions



Slaves have different stages and different experiences in their life as a slave


Some of those experiences will be repeated as you try out different masters along your way


I have seen many slaves whose sole objective is a scoreboard: the number of masters he's been with, the number of lashes he can take, the size of the dildo he was able to put in and so on



BDSM is a full course meal

 
It has starters, first plate, main course and desert in the end



Being full comes from satisfying both palate and stomach, with each plate fulfilling a specific role on the body


If you focus on only one plate, filling it to the top, you will be full but it will not satisfy you completely



Appreciate the before, the action and the after


There is effort placed in it all by the masters you serve, with each focusing differently in each stage and in a different fashion


Forget what you have done in the past and try everything like it is your first time



You may easily discover that you like it better my way




Letting go



The most difficult thing to achieve


Everyone has the need to have a purpose in their life



I will add one a small rewrite in that sentence



Having a purpose


to


Having one purpose



It is an almost imperceivable detail, but changes everything


Having a purpose means that you have a chance to try, fail and try again, switching from one direction to another, as long as you have somewhere to direct yourself to


Having one purpose means that there is no direction to choose


Whatever you select, the choice will be either to win or to lose it all


A once in a lifetime opportunity to be with the most perfect match to what you seek will be forever gone



Think of this and reflect before you set yourself in any play



This is your moment, your chance to taste, your chance to feel, your chance to succeed


Open all your senses and absorb each detail of what happens, so you can make the correct choice in the correct moment and raise the interest of the one who may take you


The only way for that to happen is to leave all your luggage at the door, both of your body and mind, trust in the choice you made and accept all that comes with it



If you need to hold on to something then choose this


This is my choice and He is the Master I have chosen


 

Accepting that you will change



You may think that you will return unharmed, but every BDSM session you do has a profound effect on you.


The more experienced a master is the more he will affect you in ways that you cannot predict



Don't fight it


It should be that way



I have to remember you that I am not offering a ghost ride at the fair where you buy a ticket and leave with a few laughs


I have had slaves crying from pain and even without pain from the overwhelming emotions running through them


Some events will brand your mind like they were hot irons


Fixing those kinds of markings is tough, if not impossible


With such high stakes, do not take this with a light hearted approach




Be an adult


My game is not a joke


I am a serious player and I expect you to be the same



High stakes means responsibility
 

But the prize is high, if you accomplish what you came for



Your greatest wish can be granted without any lucky ticket, without paying one cent, without depending on anyone for a chance to enter my training



It is up to you and only to prove your worth



Push your toys and diapers away and show me a grownup capable of making choices by himself and that can stick to them no matter what hardships appear



You will be evaluated for every word and every action, from the first moment of contact


Prove me that I can count on you from this point forward until the end of the contract you sign

Message in the bottle

If you can become what I want



I can be what you need