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… Three! Wide awake. How are you doing? (This Is Funny!)
Posted:Apr 28, 2017 2:49 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2017 3:52 pm
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… Three! Wide awake. How are you doing?

Just fine. But did it work? I don’t feel any different.

It’s hypnosis. It doesn’t have to work for it to work. What do you remember?

You were telling me about hypnosis, how normal it really is, that everybody goes into hypnotic trance every day without noticing it. Then you asked me to hold my hands out and clasp them together really tight, and imagine that they were covered in glue and that I couldn’t open them. And you told me to try to open my hands, but before I had a chance to really try, you touched me on the forehead and told me to close my eyes, and you held me and told me to relax and go deeper. Was that it? Was that the hypnosis?

Does it really matter? Just tell me what it felt like.

It felt like, well, you were talking and talking, and being kind of annoying, and I didn’t want to listen, but just go limp in your arms, and it felt kind of nice for you to hold me so I could just let go. But you kept talking, and I just didn’t want to pay attention.

What do you remember about what I said?

It was all foolishness about how your words were going into my brain and how easy it was to follow your suggestions. It didn’t really make sense to me, like it was word salad. Oh. There was something about laughing….

Something about laughing?

Something really dumb, like how the next time I laughed I would get really turned on. Really stupid, a joke really. And the more time passed, the funnier everything would seem. And if I tried not to laugh, that would just increase my arousal. Totally absurd.

Is it?

It is. Utterly ridiculous. It’s enough to – Oh, no, I see what you’re trying to do!”

What am I trying to do?

You’re trying to make me laugh.

Why would I want to do a thing like that?

So I’ll get turned on, and then we’ll fuck like weasels.

Do you think that’s going to happen?

I’m not going to let it happen. I’m not going to laugh. You – you can’t make me laugh.

If the hypnosis affected you, I won’t have to; you’ll just laugh spontaneously soon enough.

But I won’t! I don’t want to give you the satisfaction.

We’ll see. Say, why did Anakin Skywalker cross the road?

Um, I don’t know, why?

To get to the Dark Side.

Don’t! Don’t do that!

Why not?

You’re trying to make me laugh. And that joke wasn’t very funny.

Wasn’t it? Maybe you thought it was like the funniest joke in the world for a moment, and it was all you could do to stop yourself from laughing.

You wish.

Maybe you wish it too. But how about this. A bartender is in an empty bar,talking on the phone. Suddenly a priest, a minister, and a rabbi walk in. The bartender says, “Sorry, got to go, the joke is starting!”

That one’s better. A little better.

The real joke is that you can’t hold out for very much longer. Everything is getting funnier and funnier. The tip of my nose is getting funnier and funnier, isn’t it?

Stop that!

Why should I? If you laugh, everybody wins. How about this? What’s red and goes “ding-dong?”

I don’t know, what?

A Red Ding-Dong.

Seriously?

Stay with me. Now, what’s blue and goes “ding-dong?”

A Blue Ding-Dong?

Don’t be silly; Ding-Dongs only come in red!

Jesus, that isn’t funny, that’s sad. Your idea of a joke is, hee, it’s laughable. Oh, fuck. Hee hee. Hee hee ha ha ha ha ha. Goddammit, you got me! Ah ha ha ha! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Shit! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Jesus Christ, I am so turned on! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! I can’t believe I’m doing this! Ha ha ha ha ha! You’re a horrible person, absolutely horrible. Come fuck me right now! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
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Your submissive used their safeword: time to R.E.A.D!
Posted:Apr 28, 2017 10:20 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2017 2:11 am
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Your submissive used their safeword: time to R.E.A.D!

Safewords happen. They are important and vital to healthy and safe BDSM activity. The first time hearing a safeword, though, can be a panic moment for a new dominant, so when it happens, just remember to R.E.A.D:

React- stop play immediately, undo any ties or bindings and get your submissive into a comfortable position.

Evaluate- determine whether or not your submissive is capable of communicating and if they are in immediate physical danger. Determine the type of care they need.

Administer care- this can take many forms depending on what kind of care they need, but will often take the form of hydration and cuddling. At this point, you should also be reassuring your submissive that you are proud of them for using their safe word responsibly.

Debrief- once your submissive is capable of clear speech, have an open and honest conversation with them about what went wrong in the scene. Make sure to ask what they felt and have them walk through the experience from their end. Make sure you show empathy and encourage your submissive to speak freely, as these debriefs are one of the ways we learn.

Sometime these steps happen all at once and sometimes they are spaced out over a relatively long period of time, but always remember to R.E.A.D any time a safeword is used!

Play safe!

-LMS
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Losing Control...
Posted:Apr 28, 2017 5:16 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2017 10:26 am
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Losing Control..

What’s important is that you’ve lost control. You just can’t help yourself anymore. Morning and evening, you picture my face and the smooth sound of my voice. You beg for my approval in your imagination, dreaming about all the things you’d like me to do to you. Your hand between your widespread legs reinforces your fantasies with every minute you spend. Behind closed eyelids, you beg for my permission to cum, and even in your fantasy, I deny you a dozen times. You can’t help but whisper my name aloud as you imagine every more desperate begging at my feet. Finally, you let yourself imagine my permission, and you cum so very hard with the figment of my face inches from yours.

When you see me in person, you try to hide your obsession. But it’s easy to see in the way you can barely meet my eyes, trying to make eye contact then looking demurely away at the floor. Any time I tap you on the shoulder — any chaste touch — I can feel your breath catch in your throat and the slight bend of your knees as you labor to stay standing.

Your attempts at subtlety are wasted. I know that I can have you whenever I want: with a word, with a gesture, maybe even with a glance. But I want your desire to simmer just a little longer. I want you to spend more hours at home and stolen minutes in the bathroom conditioning yourself with your craving for me. When I finally put my hand on your throat, I want you to melt so completely into lust-clouded subspace that you won’t even recognize your own mind, let alone understand where your desire ends and my pleasure begins.

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Instructions...
Posted:Apr 27, 2017 2:23 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2017 4:41 am
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Instructions...

By the time his hands are on the naked flesh of her breasts, there’s no hope left of a single original thought in her mind. Her breasts were always sensitive, of course, but hours and hours of conditioning have linked even the gentlest touch on her breasts with the intense mind-erasing orgasms of sybians and magic wands. Her posture changes, widening her stance as her cunt drips with anticipation and need. Her rhythmic strokes on his cock are automatic, no longer linked to any real understanding of his pleasure. He whispered in her ear but she didn’t hear. She didn’t know anything but the hands on her breasts and the cock in her hand. A cock that she desperately needed in her cunt. But she remembered his suggestions. She remembered instructions which slipped passed any semblance of conscious thought and lodged themselves at the back of her mind, ready to be obeyed.
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That Moment...
Posted:Apr 26, 2017 2:59 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2017 4:42 am
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That Moment...

That moment when you can’t help it and you push yourself over the edge and the orgasm is so intense that you can’t hold still and you can’t even keep muttering your mantra and you know there’s going to be hell to pay because you weren’t allowed to cum but you couldn’t stop and now it’s happening and you can feel all the little sparks and tremors and that incredibly peace washing over you when before there was only need and tension and it feels so good but you feel so guilty and you can’t help wondering how you’ll be punished and the thought of that turns you on even more and you feel like you might just cum again thinking about it but you stop yourself and then you’re just lying spent and wasted and wet and guilty and exhausted and glowing and everything’s fine and you’ve been so bad.

*Evil Grins*
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A Reminder of Her...
Posted:Apr 26, 2017 1:43 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2017 1:24 pm
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A Reminder Of Her...

You are a rose, armed with thorns of ferocity. The difficulty is that it is sometimes your very own thorns, that will draw blood from your powerfully thick skin.
You are a poem, rich with language. You are armed with a tongue like a razor blade, there will be times that it is your own words that will break your own heart and cut your own wrists.
You are a raging sea, with riptides and waves of almighty power. The trouble is that sometimes you will drown in your very own water.
You are both the mountain and the brave conquering it’s uphill battle. Fight for yourself, forgive yourself and most importantly, fall deeply in love with the chaos that you are.

— indieluhv, A Reminder to Her
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Love Again ...
Posted:Apr 25, 2017 3:13 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2017 1:34 am
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Love Again ...

I grew up believing (not through my own fault) that love was only about grand romantic gestures, dozens of red roses, wearing your best clothes and going on dates in fancy restaurants and having romantic walks on the beach.
But now love is holding his hand, hearing his heartbeat and kissing his forehead. It’s feeling his body next to mine and his breathing against my own as he peacefully sleeps his way into the night. It’s wearing my worst clothes but still being called beautiful. It’s feeling the worst but still being treated like a queen. It’s laughing into his kisses because he did that thing again where he tries to interrupt me speaking. It’s sharing thoughts and emotions that for so long I thought I could never even feel or think. It’s finding the part I’ve been missing for twenty years.
Now, love is him. Love is me. Love is the both of us.

For me anyway...
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You Learn...
Posted:Apr 24, 2017 11:26 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2017 8:23 am
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You Learn...

After a while, you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while, you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye, you learn.

— Jorge Luis Borges, “You Learn”
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You and me ...
Posted:Apr 24, 2017 10:11 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2017 1:50 am
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You and me ...

i do not want to have you
to fill the empty parts of me
i want to be full on my own
i want to be so complete
i could light a city
and then
i want to have you
cause the two of us combined
could set it on fire

— Rupi Kaur, milk and honey
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Empathy...
Posted:Apr 24, 2017 3:57 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2017 5:25 pm
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Empathy...

Empathy isn’t just something that happens to us—a meteor shower of synapses firing across the brain—it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves. It’s made of exertion, that dowdier cousin of impulse. Sometimes we care for another because we know we should, or because it’s asked for, but this doesn’t make our caring hollow. The act of choosing simply means we’ve committed ourselves to a set of behaviors greater than the sum of our individual inclinations: I will listen to his sadness, even when I’m deep in my own. To say “going through the motions”—this isn’t reduction so much as acknowledgment of the effort—the labor, the motions, the dance—of getting inside another person’s state of heart or mind. This confession of effort chafes against the notion that empathy should always arise unbidden, that genuine means the same thing as unwilled, that intentionality is the enemy of love. But I believe in intention and I believe in work. I believe in waking up in the middle of the night and packing our bags and leaving our worst selves for our better ones.

— Leslie Jamison, The Empathy Exams
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