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fortheloveofasub:

Anything. Anytime. Anywhere.

Ah, dresses. They radiate such different meaning in a D/s relationship than in most any other. Rather than simply being an attractive adornment, a tantalizing couture that displays the legs, heightens curiosity, and fans the imagination, a dress takes on new symbolism when worn by a submissive for their Dominant. No longer simply a fashion statement or effort at attraction, the dress is in fact a clear and present reminder and symbol of submission. Submission through access; anytime, anywhere.

When a submissive kneels for a Dominant and chooses to be taken in a sexually oriented D/s relationship (as opposed to service-based), they turn over not only their will but also their bodies to the pleasure of their Dominant under predetermined conditions and limitations. This notion of sexual service is where the vanilla world often becomes perplexed and even turns hostile toward the BDSM lifestyle. Such an agreement between consenting adults strikes them as bizarre at a minimum and more than a little exploitive. After all, what healthy, “normal” woman would give their body to a Dominant to be used in any way they choose, any time they choose, and anywhere the urge strikes? What woman would permit themselves to be “used” in such a manner? The answer is strikingly simple; a woman who has found a man (or woman) worthy of such a gift.

Part of the allure and beauty of the D/s dance is the fact that we are so free and comfortable to be our most authentic selves. We are able to explore and experience our sexuality in a raw and uninhibited manner. We are able to feel the illusion of being out of control while always remaining safe and sane. The degree to which we are able to shed our inhibitions and live this freedom is commensurate with the level of trust we develop between us. It is that trust then enables a submissive to turn not only their will but their bodies over to a Dominant. Not only because they feel submissive enough to do so, but because they know they will also enjoy and be rewarded by the effort.

But it is the way a Dominant takes and claims that makes all the difference. A Dominant takes in such a way that the mind and heart of the submissive are fully engaged and have indeed become accomplices to the taking. Nothing is forced or coerced. Quite the opposite. The submissive mindset allows the sub to be willing and prepared for the taking at all times. In fact, anticipating it. With continual desire and anticipation waiting in the wings, there is almost disappointment if the Dominant does not act on it in some way. Indeed the expectation, no desire, is to be claimed and taken in the most unexpected and erotic manners. Anything less is a let down.

So it is around those expectations and desires that we create our rules and protocols, contracts and agreements. The submissive becomes the willing accomplice of the Dominant in a never ending quest to fulfill each others’ desires and needs. The Dominant continually strives to earn the trust of the submissive so that her inhibitions drop and vulnerabilities rise, so that the submissive may give her absolute service and devotion by pleasing the Dominant who in turn pleases the submissive with his/her dedication, honesty and devotion, which breeds more submission. Done right, the circle is never broken and new realms of awareness, consciousness and unbridled sensuality and sexuality are achieved.

So back to the dress.

The submissive wears the dress perhaps because her Dominant instructed her to do so, or perhaps because it is part of the protocol or rules in force between them. Whatever the reason, the submissive is eager to please her Dominant. More than likely the wearing of a dress includes a prohibition on wearing anything beneath it; a constant reminder of submission and unfettered access by the Dominant to her body. The mere thought of this unfettered access, taken advantage of or not, is an aphrodisiac for the submissive, ever reminding of her role in the power exchange and of the One to whom she has knelt. If the dress is short, the constant fussing by the submissive to sit and stand properly and remain decently covered in the eyes of others is a subtle reminder that she is exposed for One, not many. The warm hand of the Dominant resting on a knee or slowly gliding part way up a thigh takes on a whole new meaning and anticipation. Here? Now? With all these people around? Or perhaps it is just an affectionate touch, a gentle tactile connection and nothing more. Or perhaps not?

D/s is as much about what we don’t do as what we do. Anticipation plays an enormous role in the lives of Dominant and submissive. Rules, protocols and instructions all serve practical purposes but they also set the stage for anticipation. An instruction that a submissive wear a dress or skirt with nothing underneath when out in public, combined with the standing knowledge that the service agreement grants unfettered access to her Dominant sends the imagination reeling with possibilities. Instead of simply going out on the town and taking in the sights, there is the ever present reminder and question of when, where, how, or even if? Will he or won’t he? The uncertainty, anticipation, even a slight touch of fear heightens the senses and awareness while maintaining the intensity of the power exchange dynamic at a level it might not otherwise be. It means she is always not simply available but ready, even when she least expects it. And that is indeed the joy, for both.

When the dress goes on, anticipation goes up and inhibitions come down. There is no question or debate, no coercion or denial. She is Mine. Anything. Anytime. Anywhere.

Mine.

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beggingforpermission:

nevermindyouarealreadyhere:

“To get something you have never had, you have to do something you have never done. ”

I’ve had quite a few D/s relationships over the years, with varying levels of power exchange and varying levels of protocols and discipline involved.

As meaningful as those were for me at the time and with the people I was with, there was always a certain je ne sais quoi missing. They were often lovely people and we had strong connections going on. I cared for them deeply. We negotiated, we trusted, we had fun sexy times, we had all the stages of relationships.

But there never was anyone who I trusted above my own judgement. Never anyone I would give power and control to over what we had explicitly negotiated. Never anyone whose preferences and goals became mine outside of “training" within sceneing-like contexts (and I always separated D/s from my personal, autonomous self as a matter of course). Never anyone whose very morals and values I’d willingly accept for my own. Never anyone who really had the power to change me on a fundamental level.

There were walls around my inner self. «thinks» Considering that I’ve only ever been in love twice in my life, there were clearly walls around my heart as well.

I knew, I’ve always known, that there was something missing in a lot of those connections. That they were only touching me skin deep. But I figured that I was just a loner and I simply wasn’t the kind of person who connected intensely with other people…outside of short, random, stranger-connections. I just didn’t do that with people I knew for more than a couple of hours, max.

I knew, the minute I laid eyes on icanbegentle, that he was different. Good different. The relaxed, jovial attitude, confident in directing me through a cuisine I had never experienced before, and the 7 hour long conversation that followed showed me my instincts were right. And later, when we made out in the back of the car, he gave me my first command and without hesitation I obeyed. (disclaimer: if you are brand-new, DO NOT follow anyone’s commands on the first date.) Because I looked at him and saw the Dom in him and it was one I responded to strongly.

What I did not, could not, have anticipated at the time was how powerful that D/s chemistry was between us. How it would grow all-encompassing and grow roots as years passed and trust built and we remained friends. Until not kneeling at his feet became such a burden I had to confess my feelings. But to see the potential there blossom, I had to not hold back.

He had already made inways into my innerself and heart. Bricks removed here and there, a hole I clumsily tried to patch with only half effort. But once we started, we took demolition balls to the walls…only to find that were additional fortresses behind them. Who knows how far in they go…what I do know, is that no one else has ever gotten this far. And the reward is the most fulfilling (on so many levels) relationship I have ever had.

“To get something you’ve never had, you have to do something you’ve never done.” —-and do it with the right person.

This is beautiful.

While fucking:

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My Sexy Husband: Rumi’s the first guy you’ve fucked who’s in better shape than I am. And the first guy you’ve fucked with a bigger cock than mine.

Me: That’s true baby… what do you think about that?

My Sexy Husband: I think you finally got what you deserve.

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feministpervert:

nwmorena:

anxiousadolescent:

mendthebroken:

acid-child:

supergreak:

halffizzbin:

thechronicleofshe:

pinkhairedlesbianadventures:

coachela:

rehability:

sadaholic:

loudwhisperss:

teenage-drrtbag:

If only all men were like this.

If men were all like this the world population rate would be so slow

There are guys like this you’re just too busy putting them in the fucking friend zone to see that

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Oh hell no you better listen the fuck up dickwads

I was about to go to sleep and then this bullshit showed up on my dash and you have all earned yourselves fedoras so sit down, shut up, and educate your stupid asses.

“Putting them in the friendzone”? I’m sorry did you mean “I was nice to a girl and I cared about her and I’m bitter because she didn’t want me back?” Or was it “I believe that if I love another person they’re a bitch for just wanting to be friends.” Perhaps it was “I treated her (or pretended to, rather) like a person instead of a sexual object and now she’s not being a sexual object for me like I deserve.” No, wait, it’s “friendship with a girl makes me angry because I’m a self-entitled shithead who feels like if I want to be with a girl she has to accept that regardless of her feelings or else she’s a total bitch.”

The friendzone is the concept that a girl wanting to be your friend is somehow this inherently awful thing. Like, wow, did it occur to you that she thought you were, I dunno, FRIENDS? Did it occur to you that maybe she doesn’t feel romantically towards you but she still wants you to be part of her life because she thinks you’re a great person? I mean, if this is your reaction you’re wrong, because if you think friendzoning is a thing then clearly you’re a fucktrumpet but that’s beside the point.

Women are not machines you put niceness coins into until sex comes out. There are no punchcards to fill out to get to sex that you are apparently entitled to.

There is no friendzone, there are only people who don’t know how to behave like they’re not five-year-olds who don’t know how to take “no” for an answer.

Now I’m going to sleep. Disrespectful misogynistic asswagons.

Wow. Fucktrumpet, Asswagons? You are amazing at swearing. Like seriously amazing.

FUCKTRUMPET.

Women are not machines you put niceness coins into until sex comes out. 

HOLY FUCK I LOVE YOU

I love this, for so many reasons. Lol

“Women are not machines you put niceness coins into until sex comes out.” That is the best quote by anyone about anything ever.

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betheintrepid:

How to explain to White subs that it’s not a compliment to me when they say Black women seem naturally dominant.

I’m so tired of them slinging that two bit compliment, and I’m not even tryna be a smartass right now. I’m tired like hurt-feelings-tired. Like, JUST STOP, because I’d rather you said nothing about me being Black than say that.

Let’s start with the fact that dominance in a BDSM context isn’t even close to pervasive enough to spread across Black women as a whole, so what they are really talking about when they say “naturally dominant" is the Strong Black Woman trope, which is A Thing many of us have developed to cope with life. Coping is not an attempt at domination; it’s an attempt at survival.

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Great look at the true complications of being the Strong Black Woman. I think it’s 100% applicable both inside & out of the bedroom.

I’m more sub than dom, but I think much of the reason I submit is to have a separate space where I can be truly vulnerable, a space that doesn’t feel like real life. And some of the difficulty I experience in occasionally topping my partner rests in our racial differences…