Thoughts on ‘Top’

I am a Dom.  I am a Top.  What ever you want to classify me as, I am dominant in the relationships I have.

I have been submissive.  By choice and not.

To be a Top, I believe that having some time on the bottom helps.  It gives a perspective on what you are doing that you cannot have if you are exclusively Dominant.  It also takes quite a bit of imagination and education to be a Top.  When you are Top, you are actually making the dreams and wishes of your Bottom come to life.  Knowing this, it is hard sometimes to be able to live up to the heights which your Bottom thinks you will take them.  Doing unexpected things can happen on occasion, but even in an S&M or B&D relationship, it can get routine and boring after a while. There really is only so much that you can do with ropes and manacles.  There are just so many scenarios that can be played out.  Being careful not to go into very dangerous or illegal activities can go by the wayside if the edge of what you are doing is dulled.

Many people not in the game, and I do consider this a game, only see the leather, handcuffs, and the Top being served.  They do not see the hours, nay weeks, of talking, of exploring of fantasies, finding limits and patience with each other.  There are professional Doms out there.  They are usually very good at seeing what you need right away.  Most of us need more time, but do not take the time we should.

When I am approached to be the Top in a scenario, scene, whatever you want to call it, I try to find out what they really want.  Is it that they want to do the housework by force, or is it wearing the maids costume that is their turn-on?  That changes how it is gone into and the actual execution of the game.  If it is the Costume, is it a man or a woman who is to be the maid?  Training the bottom to be right for the role might take some time before the real scene is played out.  This is why you need to talk to the person you are with, not just flog them, though that can be quite fun, too.  Make sure that only nice surprises are in store, not nasty ones.

Equipment is one thing that people always say they do not have.  For B&D games, all you really need is a sturdy frame of somesort(bed, chair, etc.) and something to tie with.  The ties could be as elaborate as leather manacles, handcuffs and harnesses.  They could just be scarves or smooth ropes that you have around.  Sometimes, when you do not see the fancier equipment, the excitement is more as the scene progresses, and the one who is tied up does not know what is coming next.  And sometimes, just tying them to themselves is the best restraint.

Whatever you do, have a safeword.  This is a signal to the Top that things have progressed too far for the bottom.  If there are medical conditions, emotional or  other bug-a-boos, or just as a safety net, it is a good idea to have a safeword.  Some Tops choose the word for the bottom, some let their bottom choose.  It is up to those involved, but make sure there is one.

Danger can be a turn-on, but if you can actually kill someone with what you want to do, don’t do it.  Electricity, asphyxiation and other things that can be used in the Game, but unless you are trained by a professional, don’t do it.  Have I said that enough?  If it leaves a permanent mark, don’t do it!

Piercings might be the only thing that goes against the no permanent mark rule.  They can heighten sensations, but if done wrong, they can kill feelings all together.  Go to a well recommended piercer, hopefully one that has gone to several seminars or classes with some sort of certification.  If they say to just jump up on the table without actually talking to you and come towards you with the needle without cleaning the area, leave.  They might not have more than one needle...

If you are interested in getting involved with a group, talk to people you know.  There are Play Groups lurking about in most communities.  Some are thinly veiled, some are quite obscure, but all are there for fun.  Some groups meet in private homes, some in Hotels.  A very few actually have their own space, but if you find one, that can be one of  the best ways to go.  There are pros and cons to each type, but look for people you either already know and do things with, or have similar interests.

That is all for now.  But I am always thinking of things.

Miss R

Morning After

The scene of a tent with the remnants of a lecherous party.

The scene of a tent with the remnants of a lecherous party.

The tent seemed empty.  There had been only a few people there the night before, but the revelry and companionship had filled it until late into the night.

A sleepy dancer still lay under bedding made of her dancing skirts and the host’s caftan.  He had woken to deal with his livestock before the market was to open, not wanting to wake the girl who had performed so well for him the night before.

The candles had burned bright, the coins and baubles the dancers were wearing flashing in the golden light.  She had been sure-footed on the carpet covering the sandy soil beneath.  Her eyelids were darkened with kohl, the golden brown of her eyes seductive above her veil.  Her hips had moved with and against the beat of the drummer, a flair that caught his eye more than once.

The men he had been entertaining had enjoyed themselves.  A dancer for each of them, their time, and bodies, bought for the night.  He let the others choose first, to make sure they were in a great mood for negotiating the next day.  He was glad they had left this one for him.  The merchants had dragged the girls to them, one by one, pulling the veils back to reveal the beauty beneath.

As host, he led the activities, letting his guests know it was permissible to do what they wanted with the girls.  A glance to the drummer told him that their bodyguard would not let things get too out of hand, but he had been bought, too.  The girls’ veil was pulled back and she smiled.  He pulled her to him and they kissed, her sighs effecting the guests.  They kissed their own dancers before moving onto more. »Read More

Haiku of the day

The night is chilly

The warm flesh glows like embers

No sitting for them

Amazon Pictures

Yes, I love being an Amazon.  And not all Amazons wear skimpy leather and chain maille.

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Soon, you will be able to download full size images of this and others from the Leathermines. Keep watching as things grow and change.

Spam

Spam

We all get the stuff.  It is named after a product made of things you really don’t need to know about, but eat anyway.  We now have Spam-Filters in our email and easily can see what has been mass emailed by the misspellings and use of numbers for letters.

I regularly empty my junk mail box on my computer without even glancing at the subject lines.  I think most people do.  Since I don’t have a pen1s, I am sure I do not need to groth 4 her plesre.

But then...  Many odd circumstances start with that little phrase.  I was going along, emptying my email as usual, but then... »Read More

Never say…

"You messed up, Mistress."

Revenge

“Is she prettier than me?”

No relationship can survive that question.  And he was stopped in his tracks when she said it.

He tried not to look away.  He made it for a second and then had to turn away.  That was difficult as she was sitting on top of him, his cock in her cunt, her face inches away from his as her hands held his wrists above his head.

He closed his eyes and gasped out, “How can you ask me that?”

“Because you slept with her.”  Her hips moved and he gritted his teeth against the need to call out.  “When you said you were going to go help her with her shelving, I didn’t know it was her built in shelf.”

Even pinned and being fucked, he couldn’t hold back the laugh.  “Honey!  We negotiated about her.”  He moved his head and opened his eyes to see hers squinting at him.

She moved and pushed up so she was sitting upright on him.  “And she is younger than I am and she is in better condition...”  Her butt ground into him, making his balls twitch under her weight.  “She is prettier than me.”

He tried to move his hands so he could hold her.  Her fingernails went into his skin, into his ribs and he gasped.  “No fair!”

He did not like the sneer on her face.  “I am never fair.  You know that.”  She leaned back and his cock slapped his stomach as she stood on the bed.

“Sweetie!  Damnit!  I told you because you told me I had to.”

She walked over to her phone on the desk and typed in a text, glaring at him as she hit ‘send’.  She put down the phone and crossed her arms, just looking at him laying in the bunched bedding.  A small smile flashed across her lips as an unfamiliar phone rung in the next room.

He blinked.  She had set him up.  They were now both standing there, looking at him, smiles hiding none of the wickedness in them.

“So, you never answered.  Is she prettier than me?”

“Oh, fuck.”

 

Tools of the Trade

Tools of the Trade

open collar and chain

There is an open collar waiting for you. »Read More

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