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It has been a week since we embarked on a new level of our relationship and commitment as a D/s couple. We decided on a service collar and it was placed on my right ankle.

It lets me know He is with me always.

I hope I will make him proud.

My new collar shipped today from collarfactory.com.

My first collar from collarfactory.com.

I am excited! The first one I ordered from them was last year and I have been very pleased with the quality. I like being able to choose my leather  colour, hardware and add some personal flare. They also do cuffs and belts.

*de*

needle play

I took down a few frontiers last night.

First, I listened to my girl (de), opened my mind to something (not needles) that I’d previously been closed to.

Second, I finally got around to playing with needles.

Let me say, without getting into too much detail (sorry, I’ll write a detailed tale of poky fun later) that needles will surely become a weapon of much joy.

Thank you de.

P.S. Oh! And best line of the night? From Rule #9 “But Taco Bell served you!” Not the spirit of the rule de….not the spirit of the rule.

thigh zipper

It was her first zipper.

She took it well.

I made her count each bite as I ran the clips up one thigh and down the other. Her breath would catch with each new nibble as the count rose about 15.

Two strings. Two thighs. They reminded me of strings of firecrackers with pink fuses. Perhaps the snap, the sharp noises as I tore them up and off her sensitive flesh? Maybe the anticipated, ever so shocked delayed reaction a sub has when the zipper is pulled? Or it could just be that’s how they looked as I stood above the bed giving instruction, explaining the countdown, preparing her for the

PULL! – !SNAP!SNAP!SNAP!SNAP!

Eyes-wide-gasp, fingers splayed wide and mouth collapsed into alphabetic shock.

“Son-of-a-BITCH!” She moans, pulling fetal. Mouth and eyes close. Everything about her becomes a tiny ball.

I caress her, comfort her with soft words and wicked laughs.

I am very pleased.

“What happened to the countdown Sir?” She manages after a few seconds.

I shrug. Not bothering to answer.

“Want another?”

“Oh yes, please Sir.”

Across my body she lay. Breasts hanging just off the edge of my far leg, my left arm holding her down. Half attempt at resistance – her legs kicked slowly, ass raised slightly.

I raise my hand and bring in down, fingers close together.

Impact, sound, reaction.

The tempo is slow, deliberate, changing the point of impact often – conjuring a nice, even red glow. My hands register some heat and the first smells of arousal and the hand falls hard, fingers open, staying on the skin for an extra two counts.

She groans, shifts as the spanking begins to register higher on the pain scale.  I raise my arm, grab her hair and pull. Fingers tighten on my leg as her head rises, she gasps and I hit with three staccato bursts, whipping her ass with my finger tips.

The moans change to a grunt, her body tightens and the breath grows deeper.

My left hand begins to spank her as my fingers stroke her pussy lightly and come away wet. On the couch, next to me is a small paddle.

Not quite time for that…but close. I grin. The slaps grow louder, the noises more urgent and the heat from her flesh increases.  One shuddering blow from the right and another from the left make screams. She squirms on my lap and I hold her tight against me spanking hard with the free hand until my flesh begins to tingle…

I was asked to write about my journey to the place I now reside. I do not think of it as a journey–more like a step in a different direction. This is not a new direction, for I have been owned in the past. I was owned by the United States Navy. There were contracts, negotiations and training. During training, I was told when and how to eat, sleep and dress. I had to ask permission to use the bathroom and to get a tampon during my menses. I was taught how to move, stand, and position myself. I could not look into the eyes of my superiors and was to give them the respect earned with the title. My Training was not without its challenges. I was stubborn and did not buy into the game of breaking down and rebuilding.

In the 90’s, I realized I had some kink tendencies after becoming enthralled at a concert where fetish was abound. Latex, needles, St. Andrew’s Cross and wax over a nipple both disgusted and aroused me. I could not turn away. Yet, nothing was acted upon and just as quickly, forgotten.

It was nearly 10 years later and hands around my neck to jolt back the feeling of kink. During a sexual encounter, I was being held by my throat..breath restricted. My orgasm was strong and I noticeably became wetter. Instead of passing it by, I began to read of bdsm online. I watched porn involving women in submissive roles and longed to be in their place.I researched activities and roles. I sought out “Dom” or Alpha males and danced online. Quickly I realized that anyone can play a role behind the veil of the internet. Most came off with the attitude of ‘i am giving myself this title and you shall submit to me because if it.’ Did not fly and I played very little. I was soured by a certain experience and decided that maybe this was not for me.

Fast forward the path I find myself traveling on. Why I am on this path? Natural submission is foreign. I do not wish to serve or be without my own identity. I prefer to be in control. It is where I am most comfortable. Sometimes being comfortable restricts growth and I believe that is where I am now. To flourish and become involves change and breaking out of old habits. They do die hard and cloud visions of tomorrow.I do this by choice for personal and spiritual development. To capture a part of myself hidden away due to fears. Trust is paramount and one of my weaknesses. I must trust I will be cared for and loved.

I am still stubborn, strong and opinionated.
I will cry, scream and be defiant.

I will beg.
I will test you.

I ask to be loved and desired.
I ask to be pushed and rewarded.

I ask for patience and understanding.

And to you I give my submission.

Photo by Redessie

DE let it be known that it was time for me to assert some authority. To answer that challenge I worked with my friend MindnBody to create the first set (in a long line) of rules DE will follow as my collared submissive/girl.

1.    Girl must trim pubic areas and shave below the neck (armpits, legs).
2.    Girl must wear a service collar at all times, unless taking a shower or otherwise directed.
3.    Girl must address all Masters/Mistresses as Sir or Ma’am, unless otherwise directed. It is best to ask prior to using a title.
4.    Girl must show respect at all times, both in action and verbally.
5.    Girl will always be honest, and answer any questions put before her as thoroughly as possible.
6.    Girl may not touch herself in a sexual manner without permission.
7.    Girl may not achieve orgasm without permission.
8.    All orders must be carried out in a timely manner.
9.    Girl will eat after I am served.
10.    Girl must ask to go to the bathroom.

DE was very resistant to Rule number 10, but eventually agreed. This is simply the first set to get her started…there are others coming.

And of course, there are tasks…stay tuned.

-Tutivillus

This is work. This is hard work.

I have a good friend. He has 2 girls. It is becoming routine for he and I to bounce questions, ideas, thoughts and general philosophies off of each other. In short, we’ve become a 2 man support team. He watches me, I watch him. We give each other advice and encouragement. What I’ve learned over the years (and what had held me back) was the simple fact that the D/s, D/g, BDSM relationships were not easy.

They are the most complex relationships I’ve entered into. I wouldn’t call them “difficult” (they’re only as difficult as we make them), but they are challenging. In turn they are endlessly rewarding. They aren’t a “Feast of Sex”. They aren’t a chorus of screams and torture.

I believe they are this (for all parties):

A constant journey of sacrifice, surrender, release, discovery and love.

I am pleased beyond any words I can place on these pages to be sharing this journey with my DE and my girl and all of you.

No. It’s not easy. But it sure as hell isn’t difficult.

Covered

This kills me.

Why have many in the Kink community become prudes? Where has the sex gone??

I was listening to one of Jack Rinella’s Podcasts today and one of his guests let fly the title.

“No sex please, we’re kinky!”

I about fell from my chair to lie twitching on the floor. It’s a sad fact, but one that’s true. We’ve taken the sex out of our Lifestyle! And this is a very sexual lifestyle! No, I personally don’t need to fuck every sub/girl/slave or pet that I impart kink upon, but it’s fun if I do.  Isn’t that one of the reasons we have “Play Parties??”

I won’t deny it.

I, Tutivillus, love to inflict pain for pleasure. I also love to fuck. I enjoy (RELISH) incorporating sexual acts into my scenes.

So, praytell fellow kinksters…where’s the sex? I think we’re out of balance…

Thoughts?

-Tutivillus