I was reminded today by my ex-girlfriend of my most beautiful memory of bdsm. I put her in shackles and her collar and we cuddled while watched a football game. We both fell asleep, with my arms around her...
What is your most beautiful bdsm memory?
I was reminded today by my ex-girlfriend of my most beautiful memory of bdsm. I put her in shackles and her collar and we cuddled while watched a football game. We both fell asleep, with my arms around her...
What is your most beautiful bdsm memory?
It changes constantly with my mood.
The one that popped into my head at this moment though, is in the rental by the beach in Gulf Shores... my girl abased on the floor, really begging for the first time.
I even have a picture.![]()
The Wizard of Ahhhhhhhs
Chief Magistrate - Emerald City
Last night.
Kneeling on the floor next to Master sitting on the couch. My head was in His lap and His hand was idly playing with my hair while W/we watched TV. I had never felt more safe and secure and yet vulnerable all at the same time. Thank You, Master. <3
Bluefarie, very happily owned and engaged to Master Archeon
oops i did it awready! LOL
Bluefarie, very happily owned and engaged to Master Archeon

There have been many so I will share my most recent.
Kneeling naked in nothing but an apron at Masters side at the kitchen table in the cabin we rented. I knelt quietly until he finished his breakfast, and then he fed me mine. It was wonderful!
"Do you know, ultimately," I asked, "who will prove to be your one best trainer?" "No, Master," she said. "You, yourself," I said, "the girl, herself, eager to please, imaginative and intelligent, monitoring her own performances and feelings, striving lovingly to improve and refine them. You yourself will be largely responsible for making yourself the superb slave you will become."
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Mine would be when I was lost with in myself and unsure of things in life. Master was there to remind me who I am. Put on my collar and had me kneel in front of Him and made me say my chant "I am beautiful, I am loved, I am owned". Then having me to lay my head on His lap, still in a kneeling position and let me cry it out as He runs His fingers through my hair. Then when I was done crying He would lift my head to look at Him and He wiped the tears away and promised me that He will always be there for me. I will always be His little girl.
In the beginning I was fooled by Dominants who were good looking, had charisma, dressed well, and had that "dominant" personae. I soon realized that these things are easy to fashion. Real Dominance is a deep and visceral thing, something that has nothing to do with the trappings of the BDSM ~Sensual Sadie~

In the beginning I was fooled by Dominants who were good looking, had charisma, dressed well, and had that "dominant" personae. I soon realized that these things are easy to fashion. Real Dominance is a deep and visceral thing, something that has nothing to do with the trappings of the BDSM ~Sensual Sadie~

"Do you know, ultimately," I asked, "who will prove to be your one best trainer?" "No, Master," she said. "You, yourself," I said, "the girl, herself, eager to please, imaginative and intelligent, monitoring her own performances and feelings, striving lovingly to improve and refine them. You yourself will be largely responsible for making yourself the superb slave you will become."
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Being tied naked to the bed, completely helpless as He ran his hands over me. He ran His hands down my body and teased me, then pulled away to just watch me squirm. He then turned back to his computer as I whimpered for His attention. As He played, and I whimpered, He eventually reached into the drawer of His desk and pulled out a chocolate bar. He alternated between feeding me chocolate and teasing me, and "ignoring" me for His computer game before finally joining me in bed.
The night I lay bellied before my Owner, my hair wet with sweat, still dazed from use, when he first allowed me to place his foot upon my neck and beg his collar.
For that was the night I first realized that I had been finally, utterly conquered in every way and would never be the same again; that was the night... I became his slave.
When love beckons to you, follow him,Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound thee
KAHLIL GIBRAN, The Prophet
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