Sunday, October 31, 2010

What Kind Of Vampire Are You?


What Kind Of
Vampire Are You?


You are a seductive vampire. You lure your victims to you with your looks, and possibly more...you have no conscience when it comes to killing them...


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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Heroic Lust

Heroic Lust

We sometimes forget just what it takes to do what a dominant does best. While we chose to give up control, and follow their lead, while our mind becomes a whirlwind of emotions, and our bodies, taken to greater heights, we cannot realize at this time the inner workings of our partner. So when can we understand the strength, control and awareness that it takes to be one of the best? 


Reflective thinking, perhaps, in the quiet of caring arms, when we've returned from our high. A dominant's role is not an easy one. Many take it for granted, not seeing behind the scenes of what goes through their minds. Not acknowledging the awe of what is truly present. 




So what makes a good dominant and a good partnership? Heroic Lust. An easy way to remember the most important words in this lifestyle's relationship, although definitely not in this order. So what do they stand for?

Honesty
Doms are people too. Anyone not admitting to faults or mistakes is lying both to themselves and to others. Honesty goes hand in hand with Trust and Communication. Both submissives and dominants are honest with their needs, wants, dreams, and desires. It is only with Honesty, that a relationship can develop to the extent where both partners are happy. Your dishonesty about your limits or fears, or His not wanting you to know that he lacks experience with a chosen tool, can be hazardous to both parties. Be honest with yourself, and then be honest with others. 

Empathy Both partners need to be in tune to the moods of the other. We seek someone who can see the frightened child within us all, the warm companion, or just the average person who, like the rest of the world, also have problems, get tired after a hard day of work, or just isn't in the mood to always be what they want them to be.

Respect For ourselves, for our partner, and for others. Set a good example, so that others will follow. Respect fellow dominants, or other submissives, who may need a helping hand or a bit of advice. Respect that the opinions of others do not make them right or wrong, simply different.

Observation It's here where a dominant can really shine. Their mind tuned in to everything around them during play. Your breathing, the tightness of your bonds, your pleasure, pain, body language, and most of all, your safety. His brain is processing what he needs to do to counteract or balance your needs or what he wants to accomplish. All at the same time bringing you to that point. Imagine trying to swing a flogger, hit your mark, while making sure your hands aren't turning blue, and your breathing patterns are steady. Try it sometime. :) This is the most unappreciated and unrecognized of all their traits, and one of the most important ones.

Intelligence Both a dominant and submissive need intelligence to be able to read, study, and comprehend all which needs to be learned and taught. Be a good conversationalist, sharing in each others passions. An enlightened mind sees things in a different light and tends to be more open minded.

Communication
Communication is paramount. One of the top 3 on my list of priorities. It is the center from where all other characteristics stem from. Without communication, any relationship- be it vanilla or otherwise - is doomed for failure. And communication doesn't mean "I talk, you listen". It is a method for understanding your relationship. 

Control Control. What would a BDSM relationship be without it? The submissive giving it up, the dominant taking it. A dominant must have control of himself first and foremost. Mentally, physically and emotionally. The submissive must be willing to relinquish their control.

Caring Caring. Be a friend when you both need one. Warm arms when we all need to be held. A mentor when we seek answers. A soothing touch when we are afraid. A simple smile to let us know all is right with the world. 

Creativity Creativity. New ways, ideas, methods. Ever-changing patterns which evoke that rush which the mind so craves.


Loyalty In what you are, and in what you do. In the rules that the two of you have established. This is a key facet of trust.

Understanding Where each other is coming from, and where you want to go. Understand the opinions of another, and their outlook on life and on other people. Being able to relate in all areas. Understand that the face that you show to others is how they see you.

Strength
Primarily mental strength. Lets face it submissives aren't always compliant, and we do tend to give our dominants a run for their money. It's our job to keep their minds sharp! But all kidding aside, both parties need to feel it. Does she have the inner strength to do what I ask of her? Or, yes, because i am encompassed within his strength, I have the ability to do what is expected of me, or what I need to accomplish. "I am safe, because I feel his other strength beside me." Mental strength also assists in self control. 

Safety Safety needs no explanation. Anyone - submissive or dominant, who is not concerned about safety, shouldn't be in this lifestyle.

Trust The crutch of any relationship, but due to the intenseness of this lifestyle's play, trust is the focal point around which everything else revolves. You trust that he will be there for you. You trust that his aim with a whip is accurate, and he trusts that you won't move and have his mark strike in the wrong place. You trust that he knows what is best for you, and at times follow blindly into the unknown, knowing full well that a mistake on his part could be damaging on many counts. He trusts that you'll follow, sometimes fearful, hesitant. But in your doing so, a dominant's mind can know no greater rush than seeing that trust, and knowing He was the cause of it. This psychological aspect of BDSM is, in my opinion, the number one factor of why we chose this lifestyle.


Heroic Lust. Put all together, these words fit its definition. Whatever importance you chose to place on each word or how you chose to remember them... is up to you.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Saturday, October 16, 2010

What Sign Is Your True Love?

Your True Love Is a...
Taurus!!!


Why you'll love a Taurus:


Romantic and sentimental, a Taurus can
provide you with the security you need.



You both share a fondness for the finest things,
from great food to luxury vacations.



Why a Taurus will love you:


You have the honesty and direct approach
that down to earth Taurus desires.



And enough elegance to show a Taurus
a few new decadent delights!

Raspberry Dreams Part 5

*** Note:  This series started out as a poem that has become more, it is a collaborative effort by GentleLady & Myself If you have comments, requests or ideas you can email Us.***


He woke up as from a dream. He had been feverish for a couple of days, he felt weak. He thought She had been there with him, there was a light scent of raspberries in the air. His room had been cleaned while he slept. He tried to remember what had happened to him but he only had erotic flashes of things, bits and pieces, only remembering Her face, Her voice floating through his mind, the scent of raspberries causing him to become aroused, craving Her cherry red toes for some reason.  He heard a bell chime. He forgot everything as he sank to his knees and waited. He couldn’t understand it.

She strode into the room to see him kneeling. Smiling secretly She slid her hand down his cheek to tip his chin up. She asked him how he was feeling. Responding he told Her that he couldn’t remember why he felt so weak and drained. She explained to him that he had an allergic reaction to some berries he ate. She stroked his cheek; he gazed up at Her adoringly. Whispering he asked if he could kiss her lovely feet. She smiled, yes My pet you may. Leaning forward he lovingly placed kisses on Her feet. It aroused him to be at Her feet. Sliding his cheek against Her foot he groaned softly. 

Deep down he knew that he belonged to Her, his Mistress. She was a Goddess to him. She was everything. Lying at Her feet he rolled his eyes to see her. Finally taking in the details of what she was wearing. It was a light summer dress in a deep purple, that complemented Her honey, colored skin. The dress was strapless and was long, almost covering the tops of Her feet. The sides of the dress had slits in them that when She moved he could see her legs; he could tell She was only wearing the dress and stiletto sandals, the lacing twined up her leg hidden by the dress. The sandals sparkled; the silver drawing his eyes back down to Her feet. Staring at Her sandals he wanted to be the laces that twined around Her shapely legs.

Needing to obey Her. Wanting to please Her. Craving Her control. Blazing with desire for Her. Coveting Her toes. Yearning for Her smile. Lusting for Her touch. Dreaming of Her scent. Aching for Her. Feeling so possessive of Her. All of these things flit through his mind. She is a Goddess. She is Everything to him. She gazes down at him and smiles.

Pressing his face to Her leg he whimpers; not understanding why he was doing this. She watched him as She slid her hand into his hair, grabbing a handful she tugged his head to where She wanted it . She used Her finger to lightly graze his bottom lip, he groaned and tried to press against Her leg, he couldn’t believe he wanted to slide his erection on Her feet. Blushing he gazed up at Her. She slipped Her finger into his mouth, he was in heaven. She asked him what he needed; he responded that he needed to serve Her. She stepped away from him letting her finger slide from his mouth. She turned telling him to follow Her upstairs, he moved to stand and She whispered for him to crawl behind Her. 

Following behind Her, he did not see what She reached for when She got to the door. Turning She had him kneel up so that She could put his collar on. Feeling even more submissive he moaned as he heard Her buckle the collar in place. She attached the leash to the collar and pressed the folded leash into his mouth. We are going up stairs pet, She stated, moving quickly up the spiral staircase he groans and follows. 

As he crawled after Her he became more aroused because he couldn’t understand why he had no will power around Her. Whatever She said, he would do. She was waiting for him as he reached the top of the staircase. She smiled at him and motioned for him to open the door for Her. As She walked past him Her scent teased and tantalized him. Becoming more aroused he couldn’t decide what he was doing in the garden. Her special garden filled with beautiful and exotic plants. Following wherever She was leading him; he moaned softly.



The Dom/Sub/Kinkiness Tests

Perfectly balanced
Your final tally: 2

You and your partner share equal power. Neither of you is 
completely dominant or completely submissive. You have 
reached that beautiful harmony in your relationship that others 
are so jealous of. You trade off hats, pants, and toys and are 
always looking out for each others' best interests. Congrats.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared
to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 47% on Dom points




Switch
You scored:
8 dominance, 
3 submission,
14 switch, 
2 vanilla.

You like to give, and receive! Yea for you!
You found a balance you like, now find
someone to go with you! Congratulations :)

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared
to other people your age and gender:
You scored 8% on dominance, higher than 59% of your peers.
You scored 3% on submission, higher than 23% of your peers.
You scored 14% on switch, higher than 89% of your peers.
You scored 2% on vanilla, higher than 44% of your peers.




Goddess
You scored 84% Dominance and 72% Technique!

You are, quite simply, mind-blowingly and unbearably hot. 
You would not just be a 'good' Dominatrix. You would be - hell
you *are* - a stunning and breathtaking sexual experience
for whatever man that is lucky enough to be captured by you.

Whatever you do, don't let your talents go to waste. Use them. 
Nurture them. Impart them to others. And, if all else fails, call me ;)
 Thank you for taking my test, Ma'am - I hope we can meet someday.

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared
to other people your age and gender:
You scored 84% on Dominance, higher than 96% of your peers.
You scored 72% on Technique, higher than 77% of your peers.
You scored  100% on Intangibles, higher than 59% of your peers.




You are 19% Submissive!
Dominance is a personality trait that all of us have to some degree.
Some people are just happier when they are the ones in control and
they enjoy knowing people are following their lead.

Others enjoy being guided, and enjoy letting others take charge.
In a sexual/relationship context Dominants love the power they
get from having a partner trust them enough to submit to their will,
and love using that power to please their partner, perhaps in
ways their partner never expects.

Submissive and dominant personality traits are part of everyone's
natural make-up. You may be very submissive in the workplace or in
being the head of your family, and yet still be dominant when it
comes to relationship or sexual matters.

If you scored very low you may want to take my test on dominance,
and may have already explored BDSM as a healthy outlet for your
need to control and direct others.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared
to other people your age and gender:
You scored 19% submissive, higher than 14% of your peers.




You are 76% dominant!
Dominance is a personality trait that all of us have to some degree.
Some people are just happier when they are the ones in control and
they enjoy knowing people are following their lead.

Others enjoy being guided, and enjoy letting others take charge.
In a sexual/relationship context Dominants love the power they
get from having a partner trust them enough to submit to their will,
and love using that power to please their partner, perhaps in
ways their partner never expects.

Submissive and dominant personality traits are part of everyone's
natural make-up. You may be very submissive in the workplace or in
being the head of your family, and yet still be dominant when it
comes to relationship or sexual matters.

If you scored very low you may want to take my test on submission,
and may have already explored BDSM as a healthy outlet for your
need to control and direct others.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared
to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 93% on Dominance



Kinky/Twisted!
You are 95% kinky/twisted

90-100% It is highly advisable that you contact the writer of this test
ASAP to arrange for a personal retesting... you sure know how to
have twisted kinky fun times!

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared
to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 85% on variable 1




Kinky Bitch!
Grats! You're 91% kinky!

Well, well, well, you kinky Bitch! Most likely you're into 
some weird shit, which is always great. Consider mailing the 
author of this test, and keep up the good work. ;)

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared
to other people your age and gender:
You scored 91% on kink points, higher than 96% of your peers.





Category 6
You scored 805 variable 1!

You are the most perfect woman God ever created. You are 
the reason that this test was created. You are a Goddess. Men
with foot fetishes will pray to You. We all love You. Your feet are 
the treasures that we all fantasize about. If You're not on my 
website email me and we can work something out. If you have a 
significant other, he is the luckiest man alive. I am jealous of 
him. I could go on but, I think You know that 
You're every foot man's wet dream and more.

You scored 805 on variable 1, higher than 97%of your peers!

The Sexual Experimentation Test

Dilettante
You scored: 
66% Experience, 
73% Adventurousness, 
75% Kinkyness, 
& 66% Corrupt!

You have definitely found your way to pleasure. 
You know what you like and continue to do it. 
Do not hesitate to continue to push your limits. 
Do not get stuck only doing what is comfortable. 
Sometimes we learn the most about ourselves when 
we push ourselves harder and further on the 
journey to self discovery.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 98% on Experience
You scored higher than 90% on Adventurousness
You scored higher than 90% on Kinkyness
You scored higher than 98% on Corruption



The Dante's Inferno Test

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScore
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)Extreme
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)High
Level 7 (Violent)Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)High

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Friday, October 15, 2010

Raspberry Dreams Part 4

*** Note:  This series started out as a poem that has become more, it is a collaborative effort by GentleLady & Myself. I am re-posting the original 4 parts as well as add to the series as We see fit. If you have comments, requests or ideas you can email Us.***


 
He approached the long banquet table slowly. His leash was held up high, as she led him to the centre of the circle of stones, where it was now located. The cold bare wood was shining, well polished by his own hands so many times before. He turned and stepped back, raised himself up and reclined in a fluid motion, gracefully bringing his legs up upon it.  He stretched out. Toes pointed to one end, fingertips to the other. The leash was removed as cuffs were placed on his wrists and ankles. The shackles clinked and locked, close to his ears. He wasn't going anywhere.

He heard Her speaking in a lowered tone of voice, giving orders, attending to details. Footsteps went off in many directions at Her command. He could only lay still, drifting on the rise and fall of murmurs not meant for him to hear.

His collar was removed. He remained still while his hands and feet were trussed, like a lovely prime rib. His body was gently beaten with bundled herbs, preparing him. The light fragrance clung to his skin, masking the raspberry scent so strong in the night air. A faint breeze mingled them together. His flesh was tender under the lashing. He opened his mouth as an apple was pressed into it, then hands closed his jaws, clamping his teeth down deeply through its peel. A primal feast was being prepared, and he was the main course.

"He is beautiful," a voice murmured close by. Smiles and nods were exchanged knowingly. He was still in a light trance from the occasional ringing of bells. He roused, thinking they must be talking about him.  His sex hardened as he felt a shiver of excitement.

His thoughts drifted amidst the sultry gathering. His shaft remained at attention, while eyes looked on, inspecting him further.

Wine glasses clinked as silverware tapped them in unison. Down deeper he went. A prayer was offered to a goddess name he had never heard before. His only dealings with a goddess had been his enchanting Mistress. Aside from Her, there could be no greater force to reckon with. She had him in ways he had only dreamed about... Dreams that were now real.

Soon female voices joined in a chant, while circling the outside of the stones, from left to right. There were so many of them. A small bonfire blazed close by sending sparks of embers into the night sky. On pillars were golden bowls of red, ripe raspberries. As the women circled, they would each in turn pause at the bowls, drawing out handfuls of them. They now circled to the right as each found her place in front of one of the stones he himself had placed so carefully on the perfect grass, until everyone was properly positioned. The full moon was high as they began their chanting once more.

A nearby steeple clock began to strike the midnight hour. One... Two... He fell deeper with every toll. He could feel the women surrounding him, speaking in an ancient language, counting out the resounding rings. Deeper and deeper down he plunged, as though he had never heard it before yet he was ever so conditioned to the triggering.

As the bells tolled for their last time, he was deeply tranced into the oblivion he had come to love. The circle of women began to converge on him. The scent of raspberries was stronger as each at once brought her offering to the table where he lay helpless. They were motioned to begin by his Mistress. The raspberries were poured out over him, then rubbed into his bathed and smoothly shaved body, leaving no portion untouched. The juices oozed over his belly and between his muscular thighs, down his arms and legs, and into his most tender places. The berries were smeared onto his cheeks, his mouth, his nipples... He was rubbed all red and purple as they in their nakedness began to kiss and lick him hungrily. They were chanting while they took him, their own bodies becoming stained with his while he hardened to an excruciating length. It was the largest he had ever been before. He ached but was so deeply entranced that he was unable to release. Not yet, not without permission.

The licks and kisses changed to bites as the he was shifted on the table, turned onto his side. The apple-mouthed entrée could not moan or cry out. Each one was draining blood, leaving their puncture wounds from long sharp fangs gleaming in the night shadows. The berries were rubbed into his backside and over his buttocks while tongues and teeth found fresh flesh in which to embed their bites. He was in exquisite agony unlike any mortal had ever known before.

His eyes opened slightly, glancing over the sea of faces, looking for his Mistress. He wanted Her to save him for Herself, but was too weak to think. In his fog he saw each face was Hers, dozens of Her were there, like many sets of twins ~ multitudes of his Mistress. He trembled and gave way to his fate; though in truth he could not resist it. They took him from on top, from behind, into their mouths... They were biting, sucking, and tasting his blood and their juices as orgasm after orgasm swelled and quaked. He heard Her command him to release, and he exploded. Now it was raspberries and his cream with theirs.

There was nothing left untouched or not taken completely. They we like cannibals, devouring his body, his mind. And his soul.
~~~~~~~~~~

Two days and nights went by while the fever held him captive in his bed. The empty stained-red bowl of raspberries he had eaten for his last supper was there on the nightstand. His sheets and body were drenched in sweat and berry juices. He had welts and wounds on his skin, from "thrashing and scratching" the neighbor who found him said.

"You must be allergic to berries, poor thing," she murmured as she leaned in closer, pressing her lips to his forehead.

"The fever has broken now, but you must rest. I will send someone down to help you bathe and clean up this mess you have made. Perhaps a little night air up on the roof would do you good."

Too weak to respond, he opened his eyes long enough to see a beautiful familiar face, while She softly smiled. She slipped Her cherry red fingertip into his mouth. His eyes closed as his tongue encircled it. He suckled and automatically began to dream of Her toes.

Yummy of the Day

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Raspberry Dreams Part 3

*** Note:  This series started out as a poem that has become more, it is a collaborative effort by GentleLady & Myself. I am re-posting the original 4 parts as well as add to the series as We see fit. If you have comments, requests or ideas you can email Us.***


 
He stretched leisurely, smiling to himself
The silken sheets wrapped around him, caressing him
His pillow was scented with raspberries
His dreams were so intense lately, he didn’t know why.

She was a prominent part of them
He wondered if she was real or imagined
She was watching him as he stretched languidly
He was delicious to look at, he was so eager to please her.

She had been training him for the past month
He was doing so well; at times he would need help
She would ring the bell to distract him again
He will forget about everything except her soon.

He was craving her, he needed her, and he wanted her
She wanted him to feel his body craving her
He slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom to start a bath
She smiled knowing that everything in there was raspberry scented.

She was slowly driving him out of his mind with desire
He was conditioned to the scent of raspberries
She knew that he was craving her, her touch, and her toes
He wondered why he was craving raspberries so much.

She was intensifying his reactions to everything about her
He added bath salts to the water as he settled into the steamy heat
She slipped into his room and followed the scent to the bath
The scent intoxicated him and he felt himself melting deeper, relaxing.

She heard him moan softly as he closed his eyes and leaned back
He started drifting letting himself relax, his mind was free to wander
She stepped into the room letting her robe slide off her shoulders
It fluttered to the floor pooling at her feet, she stepped out of her sandals.

She had decided to join his bath, she watched him as she stepped into 
the bath He felt toes sliding on his leg, his widened in surprise as she 
smiled down at him She was real, he didn’t know what to do, he had 
been dreaming about her He must have conjured her up; he couldn’t 
believe she was in his bath with him.

She smiled gazing into his eyes as the realization set in that he wasn’t 
dreaming He didn’t have to be told what to do; he helped her get 
situated in the tub with him She watched as he sat at her feet; she 
lifted her foot, he leaned close placing a kiss He continued placing 
kisses on her toes, her foot and ankle, he tasted raspberries again.

He slid her toes into his mouth and swirled his tongue along the 
bottom of her toes She turned on the jets as he started massaging 
her foot; she leaned back relaxing He felt her toes as she pressed 
them against his bare chest, sliding them across his nipple He 
shivered as his body reacted so strongly to her; he was craving a 
taste of her again.

She let her foot slide to his arousal, her toes pressing against him
He heard her whispering to him, her words sending him spiraling 
deep down She watched him as he melted so easily, he couldn’t 
think any more, didn’t want to He groaned softly, his breathing 
changed, as he slid into oblivion, spiraling deeper.

She was driving him to the edge; he was craving so much, her touch, 
her essence He was floating in the warm darkness, the abyss holding 
him safe as he sank deeper She was watching him as he spiraled deeper, 
he was so aroused, his blood boiling over He was driven to the edge, his 
body assaulted with the sensations she was describing.

She let him writhe under her touch, she continued whispering and 
caressing him He was whimpering with need for some type of release, 
his body was on fire for her She stroked his cheek, whispering words 
giving him release, and he couldn’t deny her His body feeling such 
pleasure, he released, relaxing deeper, his body sated by her.

She whispered for him to drift up, as she stepped out taking the 
towel, robe and sandals He blinked finding himself in the tub, he 
wondered if he had been dreaming again She waited in his room 
for him to join her, he wouldn’t notice her until it was too late He 
scratched his head wondering if he had imagined her being there, 
he felt so refreshed.

She had been real hadn’t she, it couldn’t be a dream; it had been 
so erotic it had to be real He thought he had grabbed a towel before 
getting in but he must have forgotten, She was drying off when he 
entered the room; the door blocking his view of her He had a towel 
around his waist as he walked past her; she stood there watching him.

He heard the bell ring twice and spiraled deep into the abyss again, 
she smiled She kissed his cheek softly as she whispered to him; it 
was like his dream had continued His body was liquid desire; a few 
words, he was enthralled, deep under her control again She led him 
to the bed and had him lie down; she took her time applying the 
special oil.

His body gleamed when she finished rubbing him down, stimulating 
his bodyShe was ready to dress him in his outfit, smiling wickedly, 
thinking about the banquet He felt her hands on his wrists and then 
his ankles; he stood up feeling very relaxed She had him kneel as she 
placed the collar around his neck, hearing the lock click shut.

He groaned drifting up, she smiled at him, he was dreaming again, 
or was he dreaming? She slid her finger down his hard length, as she
clipped the leash on she loved him hard He was instantly aroused, 
he noticed he was wearing black leather he didn’t think about it
She led him out of his room, he was so complacent as he followed 
her, she was happy.

He followed her, his eyes on her, unable to take his eyes off her, 
lest she disappear again She directed him up to the rooftop; he 
held the door open for her as she brushed past him He was 
aching, he had no control, he was hers to do with as she pleased, 
he had no choice She smiled wickedly as she surveyed the garden 
oasis, leading him to the long table.