I guess I really wasn't speaking all that clearly on the post "A Thin Line". At least my words weren't as clear as my thoughts were. Also SOB (Slave of Bennet) made an interesting comment . . .

"By the way, I think I left a question of yours unanswered. How do we female slave submit to the male Dom, knowing the potential for harm. One word.
Trust.
Complete and total trust in my Master."

SOB

Did I just forget that small, but big part of any relationship, whether it be a submissive/dominate relationship or a father/son, owner/pet?  I mean in all relationship, trust is the most important ingredient for it to be successful. 

I believe that a lot of my concerns of male dominate men, is that I have know too many ladies (outside of BDSM) that have been in abusive relationship, and seen the damage to which a dominating man can do.  So then I feel that it is something that I must avoid.  Or to make up for it, must be submissive myself.  Because being submissive is just so natural to me, that I couldn't think of it being any other way.  Nothing prevented me from giving myself to my mistress completly, except the apprehension of offending her through my ignorance of the relationship.  But she was patient with me, and supportive, so that I could come to find who I really am.

I have found no other relationship besides my lady and children, more fulfilling in my life then the one I had with my mistress.  I have probably said it before, but she helped me become who I am perhaps just as much or more than my own parents.  And while the influences of them both had positive impacts on me, my mistress accepted me for something my parents would not have.  So knowing that, I wasn't abnormal or "fallen", I found new confidence in myself.  Once I could accept myself, I could allow others to, as my lady has.

So when SOB, mentioned trust, it was like DUH!  (Smile)  But, my mistrust of the male gender, because of the few bad apples, makes me scared for women.  But if SOB has said that her trust in her Master is unshakable, then he has obviously done to her, right.  And that makes me very happy for their trusting and fulfilling relationship.  There is nothing more gratifying then seeing two people happy together, no matter what type of relationship that it is.

And I am happy and fulfilled with my lady.  And that is why I am  . . .

Eternally . . . Her_Slave

 

This type of restraint usually starts with the wraps around the wrist, holding the hands together. To continue the bind, the rope is then wrapped over the initial wraps, between the hands. Then pulled down and "braided" for strength down to the mid-back. When wrapped around to the chest, the rope can either be bound around the chest, or as in this case, a woman, it can be bound below, above, or around the breasts. It is then pulled up and around the upper arm, as the subject holds their bound arms over and behind their head as in the picture. Once the rope is secured around the arms, it can then be wrapped around the wrists once or twice and then secured at the original start of the bind to with a finish knot or wrap to secure it in place. There is a true talent to rope bondage.

Although, as I have said before, I have seen it preformed many times, as the subject, but have never had the chance to try it myself. Perhaps it is best. I am not good with knots. I can tie my shoes that is the extent of my tying capabilities.                                                                                                                    


i hear something alone
the sound of the phone
i long to hear her
i imagine that she is there

she is in the other room
but my only thoughts are of her doom
can not imagine why i can not fly
although i try

my thoughts reside on her
but not on her
a ring that meant the world
now i can not find, not a word

it is not fair to her
to not move on, beyond her
holding onto a band of gold
that god has taken, so bold

two women, forlorn
one dear and gone
one dear and alone
one man, much to atone for

Eternally . . . Her_Slave

Is submissiveness gender specific?

Some may feel that submissiveness is just the same as oppression. But the difference is that one can give their submission, whereas oppression is always forced upon one that doesn't want to submit.

I think the fear that comes from being dominate, as a man, is the fine line that reaches into forced subjection. This is quite delicate, as a man who wishes to misuse his physical or mental power over a woman reaches into sexual crimes. That being what a man is after when violating a woman.

Now I know that there are plenty of well-meaning and understanding Masters that know how to treat their slaves as they would want to be treated. But just as their is a fine line between pain and passion, there is between submission and subjugation. That is why it is beyond my capability to be dominate.

Is submissiveness gender specific?

Is it easier for a man to submit to a mistress than it is for a lady to submit to a master? Well since I am not a woman, I can't really say much on their side. But for a man to submit to a woman, he must not relinquish anything. There is no danger. Not to say that a woman cannot bring harm to a man physically. But for a man, because of society, it is not as a woman.

Just random thoughts.

Am I really off? Is it just me? Lady slaves, how do you submit yourselves to a man without fear?

Eternally . . . Her_Slave

Eternally . . . Her_Slave

I was walking through a forest of some kind and it was cold. Snow had settled in on the ground and trees, and one's breath was visible in the air. I kind of remember having this urge to walk through here, some kind of outside voice or force, guiding my footsteps to some particular destination. At this time, however, I was unsure as to where I was headed.

I came through a clearing, and saw a building of some kind. Couldn't see the entire building, as some evergreen trees had grown up around it. But it looked to be a fairly large two story building, with dark red bricks, and tile roofing.

As I walked closer, I found it strange that there were no other footprints in the snow around the building at all. Especially once I had made my way around the front of the building and read a large neon sign that read "Supernova". I found that a oddly strange, yet inviting.

I went ahead and entered the house. It was very warm inside. There was a front desk inside the foray, like a hotel. Most of the room was lit with large candles, and hanging candle lights. There was a small fountain in the corner of the room as you entered, though it emitted steam like a spring or sauna.

As I walked to the front desk, an asian man appeared from a doorway behind the counter. He walked up to me, and without word, turned the sign in book around to me, and there was my name, beside a woman's name, Mai. He smiled largely to me, as if he had know me for years, or as if he had been waiting for me for years.

After signing in, he disappeared through the doorway again, and then returned momentarily, and stood there, as if waiting.

Something in the air caught my attention. Not sure what it was, but it was like a unstoppable urge to look up the stairs, that started right there at the end of the counter, and twisted on up to the second level. And that is when I saw her come down the stairs. She was dressed in a most beautiful dress of asian decent. Her hair was black as night, and pulled up in hair sticks. She seemed to drift down the stairs to the floor, next to me. Again without a word, but with a purpose I was unsure of, she took my hand and guided me up the stairs and to a door, half open.

She gently pushed the door open. There inside the room was a small cot, and larger one, and a half-bar counter that had three stools by it. She walked behind the bar, motioning for me to sit at one of the stools. There she poured me, from a steaming kettle, some sake, in a small sake cup. I drank it up.

There was kind of anticipation, and I knew when it was fulfilled it would be worth the wait. But I was nervous, shaking as if my actions depended on what the outcome would be. Like the first time you lay down next to a woman, when your 16 and don't know what the hell your doing, but don't want to embarrass yourself at the same time. That was the exact feeling that I was having. As if a woman had never bound me to her liking.

As she came out from behind the bar, she stood at the end of it, telling me with no words, and I understood. I removed my shirt, and looked down and found that my shoes and socks had already disappeared (I like how dreams skip the boring details). Before she started to walk towards me, she took off what I though was a dress, but was really a robe. Under it she was dressed in a short, teasing cheongsam. It was white with gold flowering, and a slit that went nearly to her waist.

She approached me, turning me around so I faced away from her and could not see what she was doing. Although I could guess, the details, I could not and that excitement built.

She begun to wraps strands of rope around my chest, just below my shoulders. One, two, three, four strands, tightly around my chest, binding my arms to my sides. She then pulled the rope several times around the strands, and pulled it down, reaching around and tieing my wrists together. Still facing away from her, she wrapped the rope several times around my wrists, and then pulled it down, wrapping it four times around my thighs, just above my knees, pulling my legs together.

I was now quite immobile, and unable to move. She turned me around and walked me over to the cot, as much as I could walk on my own. She sat me down on the cot, and then laid me on my stomach. From there she could pull the rope down to my feet. She wrapped around my ankles, and pulled the rope tight, pulling my legs upwards. She pulled the taunt rope, back to my wrists, making a few wraps there, and then pulling it back over my left shoulder, around my chest and back over my right shoulder. From there she finally tied it off back at my ankles.

She whispered something to me, in a foreign language that I didn't understand, and disappeared.

I waited, but she didn't return for some time. Just as I heard footsteps . . .

Something woke me up. Go figure. Damn and we were just getting to the good part.

Eternally . . . Her_Slave