Speaking Truth to a Submissive Heart

The little moments possess the most gravity. Neither the snick of metal upon first locking a collar nor the cathartic sobbing when a boy finally breaks mean as much as the sum of all the intimacy in between. Each moment a boy submits and serves his Domme provides another sliver of insight until she knows him balls to bone – just as he will come to know her through and through. Only then will he hear without words. Only then will her truths pierce any barrier he might still possess.

Look at how he sits at her feet. He is gazing up into her eyes when the first smack falls. she slaps him again. And again. No words spoken, just the sound of the impact as her hand rises and falls, repeatedly – relentlessly – one slap after the next. None of them delivered with more force than what’s required to turn his head. But they keep falling. They add up. Each time his streaming eyes return to find hers, the next smack falls. His cheek red from the impact, face flush with humiliation. Yet time after time, he recovers to obediently raises his chin, knowing full well what to expect when their eyes meet next. (more…)

I’m Losing My Edge

Yeah, I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge to the kids from France and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I’m losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I’m losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I’m losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties. (more…)

No Time to Wallow

V has released from her collar. If you want to know anything more, she was kind enough to enumerate the hows and whys in this post.

I was a lucky to be her boy, and we’re still fast friends.

That’s all I have to say on the matter.

Unsurprisingly, I need to get my head straight. This blog will be quiet until I feel like that’s the case. Not for too long, but a while. And when I do post work, it’s more likely to be fiction than not.

Honestly, fiction feels more personal to me than most any other mode of writing right now. Those beautiful lies have always been my preferred method of communication with the world.

In the meantime, I have a huge project that needs to be ‘done’ by July, and I’m thankful for the piles of work lined up to knock down. Because you only get one shot, and there’s no time to wallow.

If you really want to feel my mood, the tracks below fit the bill. (more…)

Confidence: Sexy and Essential

What’s Not to Love? – (3) – On Self Assurance

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that an experienced Domme in full possession of herself, is never in want of a sub. ~ With apologies to Ms. Austen

Confidence is sexy. While that’s hardly a contentious statement, articulating the exact reasons self-assurance is alluring seems worthy of a separate post. Luckily, Domina Jen’s written an amazing piece on confidence, self image, and sex appeal. While Jen’s piece is more about body image, it still speaks to the point and worth reading. Also for the record, in addition to being absolutely gorgeous, Ma’am’s every bit as confident as she sounds and incredibly sexy… Just saying.

But for dominants, a measure of confidence isn’t just attractive; it’s necessary. (more…)

Elust 90

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Conflicted part 1


Happy Endings


~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Please You to Please Me

How to suck my cock – part 1 (attitude)


~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Visions of Sugarplums (more…)

A Pillar of Salt

Imagine being assigned the task of managing a work crew consisting of a violent sociopath, a chronic junkie, and a moralizing douchebag. Additionally, there’s been explicit instructions not to fire any of these characters without just cause.

As uncomfortable as this situation sounds, handling the sociopath and junkie would be the easiest part. I know who they are and what they’re likely to do. Sooner than later, both will self-destruct in predictable ways. Hell, if I’m lucky, they’re final moments as employees will be spent at each other’s throats. But what about the pontificating douche? That individual would require one wary eye at all times while our day-to-day interaction would fill me with loathing. Why? Simply put, your run-of-the-mill moral soldier tends to be wound tight with repressed desire and hypocrisy. This compels them to lash out at anyone who isn’t as miserable as themselves. People like this tend to snap. When they do, the results are ugly and memorable.

Case in point: Maybelle, the soul-dead moral pillar and bitch-from-hell. (more…)

That’s My Job

Me – I think Google’s bots are confused by subcategories, Ma’am.

Her – Well, Google can kiss my ass. I like subcategories.

Me – (Pouting)…But…That’s my job!

Her – Then they can suck my cock before trotting off to go fuck themselves.

Me – (Pout Deepens)

Her – You’re adorable. But if I didn’t know better, I’d take you for being a smart ass.

Me – (Lost in a fantasy where I’m still teary-eyed from sucking her off. Flushed, dripping wet, and supervised, I slowly fuck myself onto a mounted plug.)…Huh?… sorry, Ma’am…Come again?