A blog dedicated to show different views surrounding the BDSM life, written by a Master and directed towards both slaves and masters.
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
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
Monday, July 24, 2017
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
Tuesday, July 4, 2017
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
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