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I'm re-blogging this as a reminder to myself and much as it is informative to others.

Basic Rules for a Dominant

Basic rules for a Dominant

by Whips, Chains & Duct Tape on Saturday, August 25, 2012 at 10:34pm ·

Basic Rules for a Dom (Not written by me)

1. The submissive’s SAFETY will always be of top priority to a wise Dominant, both physically and emotionally.

2. ALWAYS respect and honour a submissive’s safe word and never put him or her in a position to be afraid to use it.

3. Just as submission is a gift to be treasured, Domination is a talent to be mastered so BE educated and experienced at dominating BEFORE you take on the responsibility of another’s life.

4. Don’t be too arrogant to be able to listen and understand your submissive’s viewpoints and needs. You might just learn something from them. After all communication is the foundation of a strong D/s relationship and can not be obtained if it is all one sided.

5. Never punish a submissive by withholding your affection, this is emotional blackmail.

6. Provide guidance and support when needed and stay tuned in to your submissive’s moods. In return you will gain a submissive that is eager to please and serve you because they feel of value.

7. Provide your submissive with negotiated guidelines to stay within and when the submissive steps out of those guidelines CONSISTLY apply punishment.

8. Understand that just as a submissive’s trust must be earned so must a Dominant earn a submissive’s trust. This does not undermine your control but strengthens it.

9. Enjoy and use what is offered to you with kindness, harshness, pain and pleasure and have the wisdom to know when to use each one.

10. Never be too full of pride or blinded by your own “power trip” to admit when you have made a mistake and to even say “I’m sorry”. Just as no submissive is perfect for their Dominant 24 hours a day; no Dominant is perfect either.

11. Don’t be afraid to extend trust. Just as you prove that you are trustworthy only when the submissive trusts you, so you can only develop your submissive’s trustworthiness by being willing to extend trust. Failure to do so may poison the relationship, either by setting the submissive up to “cheat” or by suggesting to the sub that he or she may not *be* trustworthy, or by creating distrust for you in a reciprocal action.

12. Nurture your submissive. The more the submissive knows and can do, the more valuable your sub is to his- or herself as a person, and the more valuable his or her submission to you will become to you both. It is more satisfying to have a strong person trust you by yielding control than to have control over a person who is a “doormat.”

Beautiful story. What a wonderful goal to take someone there.

Day 5: not cumming is better

Something happened last night. I went somewhere. I didn’t even know it was real. I didn’t even know it existed. I didn’t know it was possible to feel that way.  I bought a new toy. A lovely glass dildo that I’ve basically fallen in love with. I’m not sure any penis will ever compare. And, I begged to cum. Not because I really wanted to. “Please, I want to cum”, actually meant “please, play with me”. The thing about this story is, I have to read back our texts. I can barely remember what happened. I was there, following instructions, responding to questions, but my mind was… somewhere else.  He told me what to do. To use a little bit of lube, and slide it over my sensitive pussy, having edged hard shortly before. He told me to insert it. I did as I was told. He told me to push it deeper. I slowly, carefully, with more lube, did as I was told. And back to my clit. Rubbing the glass over it. I can’t explain how good it felt. And he told me to put it back in. I didn’t even question him: he said, I did. I was already going into a sort of sub space. It was nothing compared to what was about to follow.  I’m so close, I begged. Please, let me cum. Please, don’t let me cum. I want to be good. “You will be good. Nice slow strokes.”  That’s when he started to push me. I was so close, each and every stroke felt as if it would take me over. Every time I pulled the dildo out, my pussy clenched, my muscles tensed, and I tried, desperately, to hold back. One of the towels I had ended up on my chest, in my mouth, as I tried to keep my orgasm back, like holding back a wild horse.  He became cruel. “Don’t stop, and don’t cum, is that clear, denial slut? Shut up and fuck.”  It turned me on more. I tried to take breaks, I tried to go slower, I tried a different position. I kept myself on the edge for… longer than I would have imagined possible.  “Good girl. Slide it out, and into your mouth.”  I was grateful for the break. Thankful for the pain of my pussy clenching, aching, screaming for an orgasm. I was relieved to have something in my mouth. Sucking, I know how to do. Even if it wasn’t a real cock.  When he told me to go back to my clit, I realised the break hadn’t helped at all. I felt it in my entire body. I told him, desperately:  “I’m literally two strokes away from cumming my clit feels so warm and swollen and ready and I can feel this orgasm built up in my body unable to escape and every neuron fired up and every inch of my body sexual.” Now that’s what I call an edge, he said.  Something happened. I don’t remember how. All I remember my entire body was on fire. I could feel the edge from my clit down my legs into my toes. From my bottom to my lower back through my spine to the top of my head. I felt it in my forehead and my cheeks, I felt it in my breasts. My hands were shaking, or was that afterwards? I don’t remember.  I don’t know if the slightest touch will make me cry or cum, I said.  Cry for me, he encouraged.  “I’m not even sad, it’s just my whole body is sex.”  “There’s poetry.”  I sobbed. I wept, and even that nearly made me cum. I kept touching myself, barely even moving. Slowing down. Slowing down even more. And then finally, coming to a still point. The dildo inside of me. My head empty. My body filled. As my breathing slowed, all I felt was my heartbeat. Wherever I was, there was nothing there. Just my heartbeat, and sex, and there he was. Talking to me.  “Well done. That was beautiful.”  I went somewhere, I said. I’m not sure where.  Edge-space, he said.  I didn’t know I could go there.  And now, I want to go back.

Something for everyone to consider.

Being a housewife isn’t a job, it’s an act of love: 

A paid job has hours, a starting time, and a quitting time.

A housewife doesn’t have set hours; a housewife has work and all the work she does is an act of love for her husband, her family, her home, and herself. 

The more I hear women refer to homemaking as a job, the more it sounds to me like it’s no different than a job outside the home – and homemaking is totally not like a job outside the home:

I don’t commute anywhere

I create my own routine that works best for me

I don’t take a break when I’m told to take a break

I don’t wear a uniform or office attire

I don’t share a bathroom with anyone other than my husband

I don’t put up with bosses, co-workers, customers, or clients

I don’t sit through mandatory meetings

I don’t wear a mask

I don’t give my all to people who don’t love me

I get to focus my attention on making my home awesome for my husband, myself, and our cats. 

Types of intimacy

Perfection

Focus on the little things

Being a bimbo isn’t just about the huge plastic tits or over-stuffed lips. Being a bimbo is about being pretty and pleasing.

If you cannot afford the surgery yet or if it isn’t possible due to your life situation, there are lots f things you can do to look more bimbo.

Focus on little details and ty to get them right.

Practice your make-up until it looks stunning and effortless.

Work out and get that slim, strong body.

Grow your nails, shape them and paint them.

Grow your hair long and care for it every day.

Practice walking in heels until you have a smooth, natural sway.

Smile more

There are lots of inexpensive ways to be prettier. Focus on them. Pick one area and work on it for 2 weeks then pick something else.

If you are in lockdown, it is not as if you have much else to do :)

I’m beginning to recognize that real happiness isn’t something large and looming on the horizon ahead, but something small, numerous and already here. The smile of someone you love. A decent breakfast. The warm sunset. Your little everyday joys all lined up in a row

Beau Taplin  (via wolozo)