Her Reality:Being a 24/7 Slave
D/s is my reality. It is not a fantasy. It is not a game that we do whenever we feel like. It is threads woven into all of my life. There is not an area of my life that D/s does not affect- does not touch. If we were not to have BDSM play for a week or the BDSM was just taken away, the D/s is still there 24/7. The submission would still be there. The Dominance and the control from my Master would still be there. The Power exchange would still be there. The D/s might be turned down a bit but it is NEVER turned off. It can be turned back up when and how my Master prefers it. The way we do that is by having different levels of Protocols - different levels of intensity in the D/s. My Master determines my behavior and the protocol levels. There might be days when I do not feel like being a slave, but I still am. I do not get to pick and chose when I can be slave and when I cannot. Now of course saying that does not mean I do not have bad days. I always have my submission, there just happens to be days where I want to say “Master, get it yourself.” And there have even been a few days where I have said things similar to that. But that is not acceptable behavior. And really it hurts me more in the long run when I let that kind of attitude takes over.

Her Reality:Being a 24/7 Slave

D/s is my reality. It is not a fantasy. It is not a game that we do whenever we feel like. It is threads woven into all of my life. There is not an area of my life that D/s does not affect- does not touch. If we were not to have BDSM play for a week or the BDSM was just taken away, the D/s is still there 24/7. The submission would still be there. The Dominance and the control from my Master would still be there. The Power exchange would still be there. The D/s might be turned down a bit but it is NEVER turned off. It can be turned back up when and how my Master prefers it. The way we do that is by having different levels of Protocols - different levels of intensity in the D/s. My Master determines my behavior and the protocol levels. There might be days when I do not feel like being a slave, but I still am. I do not get to pick and chose when I can be slave and when I cannot. Now of course saying that does not mean I do not have bad days. I always have my submission, there just happens to be days where I want to say “Master, get it yourself.” And there have even been a few days where I have said things similar to that. But that is not acceptable behavior. And really it hurts me more in the long run when I let that kind of attitude takes over.

“Masquerades disclose the reality of souls. As long as no one sees who we are, we can tell the most intimate details of our life. I sometimes muse over this sketch of a story—about a man afflicted by one of those personal tragedies born of extreme shyness … … who one day, while wearing a mask I don’t know where, told another mask all the most personal, most secret, most unthinkable things that could be told about his tragic and serene life. And since no outward detail would give him away, he having disguised even his voice, and since he didn’t take careful note of whoever had listened to him, he could enjoy the ample sensation of knowing that somewhere in the world there was someone who knew him as not even his closest and finest friend did. When he walked down the street he would ask himself if this person, or that one, or that person over there might not be the one to whom he’d once, wearing a mask, told his most private life. Thus would be born in him a new interest in each person, since each person might be his only, unknown confidant. And his crowning glory would be if the whole of that sorrowful life he’d told were, from start to finish, absolutely false.” 
― Fernando Pessoa

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way that this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
— Pablo Neruda

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way that this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

— Pablo Neruda

Truth is, he made my body melt away. Until all that was left was my heart, my tongue and every once in a while my brain joined in.

Truth is, he made my body melt away. Until all that was left was my heart, my tongue and every once in a while my brain joined in.

Women keep a special corner of their hearts for sins they have never committed. 

— Cornelia Otis Skinner

the things Daddy could show you Little One..

Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behaviour. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them—if you want to. Just as some day, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.
- J. D. Salinger

Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behaviour. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them—if you want to. Just as some day, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.

- J. D. Salinger

Your mouth is an erogenous zone, no question about it - but in its entirety. The back of your mouth, tongue, palate and throat have a different range and number of nerve endings than the sensitive front of your mouth, but they transmit messages of pleasure to your brain and genitals just the same. Sucking (suckling) and swallowing in an erotic context stimulates nerve pathways whose function is to build on your arousal levels, including the production of the arousal hormone, oxytocin. We get physical gratification from oral stimulation and we get it in spades when we swallow our lover to the root.
—  Violet Blue

Your mouth is an erogenous zone, no question about it - but in its entirety. The back of your mouth, tongue, palate and throat have a different range and number of nerve endings than the sensitive front of your mouth, but they transmit messages of pleasure to your brain and genitals just the same. Sucking (suckling) and swallowing in an erotic context stimulates nerve pathways whose function is to build on your arousal levels, including the production of the arousal hormone, oxytocin. We get physical gratification from oral stimulation and we get it in spades when we swallow our lover to the root.

—  Violet Blue


Have you ever stood in the corner, skirt raised, panties down, tears running down your face from the humiliation?Have you ever awakened the next morning unable to walk across the room without feeling the pain of the night before?Have you ever wanted to hold her in your arms as she sobbed, yet left her huddled in the corner?Have you ever trembled in fear and excitement when he pulls out *that* toy?Have you ever felt the sadistic pleasure that comes from inflicting pain?Have you ever spent the evening as a footstool….only there for the pleasure of your Master?Have you ever bent over the counter at the toy store, the clerk holding your wrists, as your Dom picks out the paddle that he prefers?
Well have you?

If I say no, what will you do about it?

Have you ever stood in the corner, skirt raised, panties down, tears running down your face from the humiliation?

Have you ever awakened the next morning unable to walk across the room without feeling the pain of the night before?

Have you ever wanted to hold her in your arms as she sobbed, yet left her huddled in the corner?

Have you ever trembled in fear and excitement when he pulls out *that* toy?

Have you ever felt the sadistic pleasure that comes from inflicting pain?

Have you ever spent the evening as a footstool….only there for the pleasure of your Master?

Have you ever bent over the counter at the toy store, the clerk holding your wrists, as your Dom picks out the paddle that he prefers?

Well have you?

If I say no, what will you do about it?


I will remmeber you
will YOU remember me
weep not for the memory
and the booze helps too…just saying

but just in case…
Pass the booze

I will remmeber you

will YOU remember me

weep not for the memory

and the booze helps too…just saying

but just in case…

Pass the booze

Heart Which No Longer CrawlsHow quickly we forget, exactly how it feelsTo be the one, with nothing at allSo amazing, how fast, those memories stealFrom a heart, which no longer crawlsWhen one knows of the emptinessHas lived out the shameHow can they not recall being pennilessWhen mercy calls out their nameIf you are the one who is crawling right nowHold this time, close, in your heartSo you never forget, when you are better endowedThe shame which it can impartWhen you are no longer crawling, stand up tallKeep compassion instilled in your heartSo those memories will never steal away at allAnd from mercy, you will never partCopyright *Neva Flores @2010

Heart Which No Longer Crawls

How quickly we forget, exactly how it feels
To be the one, with nothing at all
So amazing, how fast, those memories steal
From a heart, which no longer crawls

When one knows of the emptiness
Has lived out the shame
How can they not recall being penniless
When mercy calls out their name

If you are the one who is crawling right now
Hold this time, close, in your heart
So you never forget, when you are better endowed
The shame which it can impart

When you are no longer crawling, stand up tall
Keep compassion instilled in your heart
So those memories will never steal away at all
And from mercy, you will never part

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

weirdscaryandusualstuff:

“I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.” ― Umberto Eco, Foucault’s Pendulum

weirdscaryandusualstuff:

“I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.” 
― Umberto EcoFoucault’s Pendulum

From her Naughty Wife diary:

My Husband opened the drawer and pulled out a blindfold and slid it over my eyes. He then led me onto the bed and tied me to the headboard. I was feeling submissive and did not struggle. I was lying on my back with my arms behind me. Martin said to relax and to stay calm and he would be right back.

I heard him go downstairs and I thought I heard the front door open and close softly. I heard noises but could not tell what they were and then heard Martin in the room. I was completely naked on the bed and felt a hand touch my breast. I jumped as it felt different. 

My breathing suddenly raced and my heart jumped and began to pound. I felt such a fool and totally scared realising it was not my husbands touch. The hands started to explore my body and caress my breasts. I cried out not to touch me to get Martin but the man continued. I did not want this. 

He whispered in my ear “sshhhhhhh”. I started to cry and felt the bed drop as this man climbed on. I felt him move to the bottom of the bed where my feet were and felt a strong grip on my ankles. I tried to kick but he was so very strong. He slid his hands up my legs to my knees and began to force open my legs. I felt so exposed to this man. He then lay down on top of me and I could fell his erect cock come down on my body and crush my stomach. This penis felt so powerful and hard and so big I gasped inwards at its presence on me. I was still scared but felt my pussy suddenly tingle like it had never done before. 

I could tell it was wet and completely lubricated as I felt it trickle onto my arse. The man lifted himself and began to suck my now erect nipple and I had totally given myself to him. I moaned as he began to softly touch me and stroke the sides of my slim body from my shoulders to my hips. He was strong and he stopped at my hips and lifted them to him. I gasped as I felt his cock touch my cunt for the first time. I felt a coldness on my tummy and realised it was where his wet cock had been resting. There was an area just covering above my navel of his cock juice. I felt so aroused at this point as I felt the end of his penis push into my pussy slit and slid down the length of my clit to the opening of my cunt. 

He felt so big and I then felt him gently begin to push his cock into me. I felt my pussy hole begin to open at the weight of this enormous cock. He just kept pushing and I seemed to open up more and more to him. I had never been with another man and this act alone started to make me come harder than I had ever come in a long time. I felt the cavity in my cunt contract in on itself and my womb pulling up to my stomach as waves of pleasure washed over my naked body. 

I slid his cock deep into me and he filled me like nothing I could describe. The pleasure of it I cannot describe. He then lay on my body and I wrapped my legs around him and I asked him to take me slowly. He moved his face to mine and put his mouth to mine and I eagerly accepted it. He then began to fuck me. He pulled himself out of me to the tip of his cock and then pushed himself back into me. I was still tight to him and could fell my pussy hole being forced open. There was no pain just a satisfaction I had never felt before. He began to fuck me harder and I must have got used to his size as my cunt had slackened now as I fully allowed him to take me. 

This was no more than 30 seconds after I had first come as I began to climax all over again (a complete first for one as I normally only come once). The wave of pleasure was nothing like I had ever felt. This time he was fully filling me as my cunt contracted hard on his cock. 

His mouth was closed on mine and I was kissing this man as much as I could. I just wanted to give him a part of me that I had never given my husband. I wanted to completely give myself. I pulled from his mouth and begged him to release my arms which he did by untying my wrists. All the time this fit man fucked me and I started to come again. With my new freedom I began to explore his hard tight body. My hands were all over him and pulling his arse toward me. I could feel his balls banging against the entrance of my ass and I loved it. 

ome might like one BDSM element but not others. Not all men who want control in a relationship are interested in rules and rituals or making the woman beg or kneel or sit on the floor or eat out of a dog’s bowl. Not all men want the woman to call them sir or master or speak in the third person. Not every woman who wants to be under the authority of a man wants to be a BDSM slave, or to wear a BDSM collar, or engage in anything undignified or humiliating, and not all submissive women have a desire to serve.

On the art of the perfect Dom/Submissive relationship
Masters and slaves aren’t perfect. They make mistakes, get angry, say the wrong things, become sad. The Master/slave relationship can provide a situation for abuse if the Master takes out his frustrations on His slave. There are legitimate reasons for either to be angry at the other, but the special position of power may cause the Master to easily dish it out and the slave to take it because he has agreed that punishment is the right of the Master. A Master who cannot apologize to His slave when he has committed a wrong because He fears that His mastery of the slave will be threatened, has an ego problem. A slave may be afraid to express his anger because he feels it is disrespectful or failure to live up to the Master’s desires or fears punishment. How can Masters and slaves deal with anger in healthy ways? Time outs, wherein Master and slave can talk freely about the relationship and other interests or problems are a good plan. The ability to talk out problems in a reasonable manner, rather than acting immediately on anger, and to forgive and get on with life is also paramount.

On the art of the perfect Dom/Submissive relationship

Masters and slaves aren’t perfect. They make mistakes, get angry, say the wrong things, become sad. The Master/slave relationship can provide a situation for abuse if the Master takes out his frustrations on His slave. There are legitimate reasons for either to be angry at the other, but the special position of power may cause the Master to easily dish it out and the slave to take it because he has agreed that punishment is the right of the Master. A Master who cannot apologize to His slave when he has committed a wrong because He fears that His mastery of the slave will be threatened, has an ego problem. A slave may be afraid to express his anger because he feels it is disrespectful or failure to live up to the Master’s desires or fears punishment. How can Masters and slaves deal with anger in healthy ways? Time outs, wherein Master and slave can talk freely about the relationship and other interests or problems are a good plan. The ability to talk out problems in a reasonable manner, rather than acting immediately on anger, and to forgive and get on with life is also paramount.