We Betray What We Know To Be True

We betray what we know to be true.

Who we are. What we desire. What we want to say.

Films. Television. Literature. Teachings and Teachers. Parents and parenting. For years people have been discussing and studying and teaching what is right and what is wrong. How to behave and how to not behave.

It divides us from them. For, if we take away that line that seperates us from them, where does it end? What does that say about us?

Leave it to the Dream Weaver to tell us. If we’re lucky we’ll forget by the morning – how it felt to be pressed against her from behind, peeling down her g-string and seeing that wet piece of fabric peel down the curves of her ass, her scent lingering in the air. Scalding blood pumping in your ears, heart pounding in your chest.

How it feels for her to slip into submission, to shape the words on her tongue that announces to the dream world that she is, in fact, a free spirit. Free of a lacklustre life, an emotionally stagnant marriage. How badly the desire is to form the words that hang loosely on her tongue – Yes Sir or Yes Ma’am – without feeling that mind-shredding, body-trembling guilt.

Some like to justify this betrayal. “This is a sacrifice and that’s what being an adult is all about.” They like to dig deep into the piece of the sandbox that has been left for them because that’s easier. That’s normal. That’s right.

It is normal to fear what we don’t understand. To stay, because it is comfortable. But that hole within you? Gnawing at you, waking you up in the night with a hard cock pushed into the bed or a wet cunt soaking your thighs, either one leaving you breathless? That’ll grow bigger.

And bigger.

And BIGGER.

Until you can’t think of anything else, until the maddening desire to touch or seethe or spit or growl overwhelms you, suffocates you, envelops you, until you are utterly feral, possessed by your basic instincts.

And you’re back at the beginning, staring into the mirror while the wild, untamed animal within you stares back.

Who are you then? Who do you want to be? What do you want to say?

We betray what we know to be true – because the alternative is terrifying.

Let’s do a June Q/A!

Ladies and gentleman,

Long time readers and occasional lurkers,

How are you? I am well, all things considered. I wanted to write and let you know that I’m here and working on things to put on this here blog- which is one reason why I’ve been more quiet than usual.

I want to do a Q/A. So if you have anything you’d like to ask me, be it a take on something, about my writing or even the lifestyle in general, you are welcome to write in the comments below or in an email, which is always open and I’ll put up responses here and to you as well!

You are not a burden, a pest or a bother. I am always happy to chat away – man or woman or nationality. We are all in this together!

One Of Those Days

Hello!

I’m still alive.

Readers – long time or lurkers – I’m having one of those days, and I’m in one of those moods, where the fantasy of the ages is pulling some poor unfortunate soul down to her knees by her hair and fucking her mouth relentlessly till I’m spent or she chokes – on cock or cum, I care not.

I can almost hear the squeaking walls of the shower, her muffled moans as she gets her mouthful. I can feel slithers of saliva on my shaft, a desperate ache in my balls. I know I have a load to give her and I want it to dribble out her lips. Maybe she’ll greedily snatch a drop with her darting tongue, maybe she’ll let it run to her tits. She’s done that before. She likes to let it pool across her nipples.

I can picture our red faces, the unstoppable panting, the strands of hair stuck to foreheads in sweat. Both of us completely and utterly spent, our bodies aching, our souls purged, our inner dark beasts satiated for the time being. They’re hibernating now, going into a deep slumber.

BDSM Social Media and Our Own Anxieties

I was scrolling along Fetlife the other day and a thought occurred to me of how awkward it can be for newcomers to make friends or meet someone or even work up the courage.

I mean, that shit is hard enough without the BDSM interests and desire to converse with others in the lifestyle, not to mention the interests in wanting to put yourself out there but finding yourself frozen.

Fetlife can be a great way to get to know others and to get involved in the community but it certainly can be awkward at first, especially if you’re like me and can be incredibly anxious in social situations and so forth. Or just straight up shy.

A good thing to remember is to go at your own pace. You can push yourself in tiny increments but only if you feel comfortable talking in the group settings or going to munches or other such events.

If you feel overwhelmed with it all, do not feel bad or silly or like you can’t ever be kinky. Some have those thoughts – I know I did – but it’s important to recall that we all grow in our own ways at different times.

If you’re ever unsure about what you want or what is proper etiquette when it comes to being spoken to or speaking to someone – there are communities out there that can be helpful. Reddit has a good community for this, with its own BDSM sub-reddit for advice. There are still some small communities across Instagram, Twitter and Tumblr – even post-infinity snap.

Working on or identifying what is making you feel anxious or inferior or weird can help you feel a bit more confident. Tell yourself that what you are thinking and feeling is okay and has certainly been thought of before, by those around you and long before you too. Make a habit of it.

Me? I did it with nude selfies. I felt unattractive (still do at times) and I fought it – and my guilt at liking kink – by putting up nude selfies and experimenting with risky photos of myself. It helped boost my confidence.

Take it from a guy that grew up in a severe, sexually repressed and conservative catholic household and now has the time of his life with rape fantasies. You’re going to feel guilty, weird and insane but don’t let those feelings own you. They will fluctuate and pass. See it as you’re exploring a fantasy within safe parameters.

Keeping a journal can be a productive way of keeping track of your thoughts – or of trapping them to the page where you can digest them and reflect upon them. Writing your thoughts down can lead to truth and clarity. Sometimes it’s good to just write a fantasy, even if you can’t write well, just give it a go and see where you end up. All of this made me feel a bit more peaceful and a bit less chaotic and maybe it’ll help you too.

Maybe Fetlife or other social aspects of the BDSM community isn’t for you and that’s fine. I don’t go to munches or events because it’s not really my thing. People are wired differently.

But if social anxiety or doubt or insecurity is gnawing at you and you want to drop into these things, just remember you can take baby steps to challenge yourself and no one will judge you for it. You are the captain of your own soul.

Late Night Little Musings

One of the things I love dearly about writing this blog are the people it’s brought into my life for whatever reason.

I don’t feel qualified to answer questions, partly for self doubt, the killer of dreams, and partly because I still feel like I’m learning myself and thus young myself. But I like to help because sometimes I can see myself in some who write in. And sometimes I just like to help.

Some people I’ve made friends with, exchanged emails back and forth, others I talk to for a time before they feel confident to go fight on their own and I don’t hear from them again or I occasionally get an update.

Sometimes someone gets in touch and we talk a bit on and off and then I never hear from them again. I get that though. Life is distracting, busy. You gain confidence, you lose confidence. Your work, your routine, even your own thoughts get in the way of you reaching out.

I feel that because I’m still working on a way to not be so physically unable to check in with people in my own life. I know that relentless inability to take that step – and it’s maddening.

Sometimes it’s something and sometimes it’s nothing. Either that makes sense or quarantine is affecting my brain – amongst other things.

Just know my email is always open and operative. You’re not a burden, you’re not a bother, you’re not in the wrong place and you’re always welcome so long as you have that need to talk.

I’ll be here if or when you’re ready should that day come!

From One Shadow To Another

Tell me.

When you lay yourself down in your own pocket between space and time, how do you feel?

When you run your hands along the curves of your breasts, when you skim the edges of your nipples with your fingertips, how do you feel?

I don’t want you to pull out the nipple clamps. Not yet.

I want to stand here a while and watch you writhe and toss and turn and beg for the release that, for this moment in time, only cold hard steel or plastic twisting you into oblivion can bring you.

And how do you keep that little lovely cunt of yours? Waxed? Trimmed? Shaven? Full? I want to see this side of you, so that the next time you run your hands across your bare slit or through your pubic hair, I want to feel it happen even on the other side of the world.

Even on the other side of the world, I want to feel your fingertips move through your soft mound, slip apart your cute, eager lips. I want to stagger where I am at my own point in time, our minds connected by this one act across distances because I can feel you with me, in me.

Can you feel it even now? The quivering breath from my trembling lips as I feel you? My wavering legs as I try to right myself? Can you feel that reverberate within your mind? Tell me.

How does that feel? Are you squirming? Rising your hips off from where you lay? And is your own body trembling yet?

Tell me. How does it feel to have this moment to yourself?

You may use your nipple clamps and tell me. Oh – and if you don’t have any, use your hands. I so do like it when a good girl uses her hands on her own tits.

So. Project to me how you are, how you feel, where your mind is taking me. Tell me through frenzied whispers, frustrated growls, tears of joy, anguished sobs. Tell me how much you want this – to play, to cum, to ascend beyond space and time and comprehension. Rise through the air, across space. Rise beyond the galaxy and form this connective tissue with me.

You may come now.

BDSM In The Time Of Coronavirus

Hello there, ladies and gents! How are you in your part of the world? How are you feeling personally? If you’re in a D/s relationship, how are the two of you? Or more?

For some people, self isolation and quarantine is not much of a challenge at all. My twitter can attest to the kinky fuckery that continues in some of your households.

I, myself, am an introvert and worked from home anyway so it’s not much of a difference, except for the fact of what’s going on the outside running through my head.

But now that my lady is working from home, our dynamic, while there, has shifted in little ways. Little ways but different all the same. For starters, there’s the fact that she’s extroverted and enjoys being sociable and working from home is weird for her on so many levels.

For me, as a dominant, it’s challenging because I’m suddenly apply thinking in ways I normally wouldn’t. I’m not talking setting scenes in different parts of the house – that’s always been in my depraved mind – but in ways to help soothe her soul, her restlessness.

It helps to be cheeky. It helps to take some of that wild spirit within you and sprinkle it throughout the week, you know? A cheeky caress here, a sly reminder there. Remind each other of what exists between you but don’t overwhelm, especially if your work from home becomes overwhelming itself.

But what then? Let’s see. Could you shake up the established rule even more? Try something you’ve never tried sexually, if such a thing exists? What sort of tasks can you create? If you’re a dominant and you want to set a writing task, what topic of choice could you make it? Where can you dance and explore when things are limited to your own home.

It becomes a Theater of the mind – and not just for couples but for those who are single or not yet where they want to be as either a dominant or submissive.

In any case, writing can help centre the mind – be it fantasies, aspirations or musings. Writing can help shed light, can help fill your moments with colour. It can help soothe the soul.

If writing is not your jam, there are other things to consider. What are some things you want to explore? Or work on within yourself? Even setting daily goals – be it a mantra to recite or to finally get around to that thing you keep putting off can make yourself feel good.

It’s going to be hard and it will require some discipline for either yourself or your partner to think of ways to satisfy these sides of yourself but it can be done, even in the comfort of your home – pleasure room or no.

Every Last Thought

He catches her dozing, the book upside down against her tits. Smut again. In that moment, he wanted to punish her – for all the dirty thoughts she had been thinking and keeping to herself.

He crept into the bedroom and began to undress. Freeing his thick, hard cock from his pants felt like heaven. He wanted to play but he kept focused on the mission forming in his mind.

Just as she began to stir, he threw himself on her, tossing the book aside carefully so as not to damage it. He filled her to the brim with his cock and held himself there, looking into her eyes.

“Here’s what we are going to do.” He said as she whimpered underneath him, her eyes bleary with sleep. “I’m going to edge you until you tell me every. Last. Thought. That’s been in your mind as you’ve been reading your smut. Nod if you understand.”

She nodded, licking her lips wet between another adorable fucking whimper.

By the time He was done with her, she was a mess of a person – anguished sobs wracked her body as she felt it all – relief, denial, at the shame of confessing every filthy thought and perverse fantasy. He held her though, arms safe and secure despite endlessly fucking and teasing himself and herself to the brink.

Sleep came for them then.

My Email Is Still Active!

I just wanted to put out this little note-blog thing to say that my email address for the blog – darkanddominant@hotmail.com – is certainly active and I do still check it frequently throughout the week.

I’ve had a lovely stranger write in and ponder if my email was active and whether their words would reach me. On the off chance that there are others out there – newcomers, new readers, people working up courage, I don’t know – please know that whatever you pour into an email doesn’t go unread or unheard or off into the yonder. I read and respond to every email. So please don’t be dissuaded by that.

I don’t know if that quells anyone’s minds or whether I’m writing to no one but I thought I should put it out there just in case!

Have a lovely weekend!

TD&D

February Q/A!

1. I know it’s more common for a submissive to develop feeling for his/her Dominant, so has one of your submissives ever admitted to having feelings for you? How did you handle it? Have you ever fallen in love with one of your submissives and did you act on those feelings?

My current relationship is actually my first 24/7ish D/s relationship and by the time we discovered we were both kinky, we had developed feelings. So I have fallen in love with A submissive, but I didn’t own her before hand.

I don’t think I could exist in a situation where I could have a submissive and not have that affection. Does that make sense? I’m very…I don’t know, heartfelt? Or just sensitive or emotional. Like, if I’m going to dominate someone, there has to be some serious affection there.

I know that when people have asked me to help them as a sort of BDSM mentor, I acted as a stern alarm for whatever they needed reminding with, like shaking off putting a gym workout off. But that’s not a D/s thing, they aren’t my dominant or submissive, I’m just a life coach in certain situations.

2. A good partner can be hard to find. With that being said, sometimes, your partner ends up being on the other side of the globe. Have you ever had a play partner that was long distance? If so, how did you handle the distance? 

I have! And it gets awkward trying to work around time zones, especially if it’s a few dats in a row and you’re just exhausted by the early mornings or late nights. But it’s certainly manageable after a developed structure!

Plus it’s so much easier now! You have Skype and the Internet and phones and other chat things. Back in my day, we’re talking 2005 now haha, I had to sit on a computer and plug in a clunky webcam and watch as my play partner lagged on the screen.

But how did I handle the distance? A lot of scheduling and a lot of Skype. Calls on the way to work, calls coming from work. The little moments yeah? Hearing her pant from her caffeinated brisk walk. Those are fond memories.

There’s more to that though. Since I’m a dork for the psychological interaction between a dominant and submissive, long distance allowed more opportunity for those little things. Like exercises she could do, that I gave her, that would keep her mind on me and her submission. These tasks were to send a selfie of a morning or to write my name across her tits. Little things that felt like they would linger.

3. What do you think is your craziest or weirdest kink? Are you able to persuade your submissives to dive into those kinks with you?

Well, there’s two things that I think are my craziest and weirdest kinks. Nope, three. There’s three now that are sharing the spot. I just thought of another.

I think the first one is my more primal self. My kitten is definitely primal but sometimes I just want to run naked through the wild and just roll in the mud. I feel like she’d be way more shy than I to do that. She is quite reserved. So while I can happily walk through the door with her into pet play or being more outspoken like a primal, I don’t think she shares the same feral animal energy that I have.

What was the second thing? Oh! Looking into her eyes as she plays. Having her look at me while she plays. To me, that’s incredibly sexy. To look into someone’s eyes as they play. Watching their eyes widen, lips trembling, soft moans come out as they are forced to watch me. I feel like I’m seeing so much more of that person in that moment. But also, at the same time, I can’t shake the feeling of a predatory serial killer. Too many horror movies.

The third thing is a silly, humorous thing. I bought DC underwear for my kitten – so think Riddler print, Poison Ivy. I’ll link a photo! Look. It’s a geeky thing, mainly. I just like seeing her in the underwear. So if you have underwear with, like, Batman or Joker or other super heroes, I wholeheartedly approve!

4. Do you believe in having only one submissive at a time or do you like to have multiple at once? If you have multiple, have you ever made multiple submissives play with each other?

I don’t think I could do multiple submissive at once, mainly because I would only want to focus on one soul at a time and explore that mind.

But also because I’m a possessive dominant slightly. I wouldn’t want the hypothetical second submissive to be seeing a hypothetical second dominant. I’d want her all to myself, thus creating a paradoxical event due to my wanting one soul at a time but having two. Does that make sense? I feel I’m getting tangled in my own head.

5. I believe that once you’ve found your “perfect” match, you should hold onto them. What qualities would you look for in your “forever” sub?

Someone that shared a lot of my interests, sexual and otherwise, but also had a whole treasure chest of their own for us to explore. Someone that I could sit down with at the end of the day and laugh and be sarcastic with and share a beautiful emotional bond with.

Someone who was the masochist to my Sadist, who is hungry to ask and explore and discover. Someone who is as dorky or geeky as I am, who likes their sci-fi or anime or such as much as they like their ass being whipped or their nipples pulled, but who likes cuddles in the winter as much as choking in the summer.

More than that, I just want them to be themselves. Because I would want to explore who that person is inside and out.

6. Is sexual dominance and submissiveness learned or something one is born with?

Maybe both! I want to say they are born with the traits there that will develop into either dominant or submissive but maybe it’s just a development. Maybe it comes from our relationships with our parents, the media we grow with. Some people – who don’t like kink or BDSM – I feel like they don’t want to peel back the curtain and see into the shadowy parts of the mind. They’re happy living in their lives and that’s great. But I feel like there are those that want to explore these other tendencies, that have that aspect in their brain right? It’s just there in them as opposed to others.

Maybe that leads kinky folk down a path of self-examination. I don’t know. I’m not a psychologist, I’m just a musing writer, standing naked with a hard on on a hilltop asking the questions to the Gods.

I know I had an interest in other things in life – I started watching horror movies. I liked the idea of the scared naked teen getting stalked. I know I gravitated towards heavy metal – heavier music, heavier themes.

I know I woke up one day and later would explore humiliation and degradation with a girlfriend, thrilled by the edge, by the unknown and how that made me feel.

But why? Your guess is as good as mine.

This was fun! We should do it again. If you have any questions or these questions brought on new questions, be my guest and ask away.