tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49063187414827217562024-02-21T11:38:01.645+00:00Mistress Leyla's Sinful WonderlandWelcome to Mistress Leyla’s Blog
Here you’ll find in-depth articles to help create a real BDSM lifestyle. Obedience, submission and loyalty essential requirements. The Mistresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388822816694814noreply@blogger.comBlogger528125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906318741482721756.post-39976950044669645602022-03-17T18:04:00.003+00:002022-03-17T20:16:21.019+00:00Practice makes perfect<p>Resulting form the lack of effectiveness in work while wearing shackles, I did promise Mistress to practice more at home when I have time and alone. This is what I am going to do this evening after work. Quickly put on my slave uniform (I should figure out where I could print Mistress Leyla on it) and neck collar, then secured the belly belt tightly around my waist. Put the long-chain handcuffs through the hoop of the belt and then lock my wrists tightly before putting on the pair of 8 inches chain leg irons. Indeed, it is exactly the same 'setup' when I served Mistress a few days ago. The only difference this time is I did gag myself as Mistress last time mentioned that I spent too much time on talking to Mistress rather than doing the work!</p><p>Today tasks are rather simple, basically I am going to use my home to simulate Mistress's premises and I was to clean the floor of the whole house, everywhere in the bathroom and the kitchen. In order to make sure that I am simulating the actual work procedure as in Mistress's premise, I used more or less the same tools and cleaning agents to clean my home today. The only difference was instead of using a brush, I used a hoover to clean the bathroom floor before mopping it with water and bleach (Dettol in Mistress's case).</p><p>Interestingly, it took me much less time to finish all the cleaning tasks today. In fact, it only took me 1.5 hours to do all the cleaning and get all the bedding things changed. It does prove that Mistress is correct as I spent too much time on talking last time. To be honest, I also feel surprised that how come it took me 4 hours just to clean 2 rooms and the staircase. In this sense, I would ask Mistress to gag me next time when I am doing the cleaning work so that I will not just keep talking but do nothing.</p><p>Other than this, I also experimented if it would make me to work more effectively if I don't attached my handcuffs to the belly belt. Of course, it does. I did try it when I clean the tiles of my bathroom. Without connecting the handcuffs with the belly belt, it is in fact similar to without wearing the handcuffs. Yes, it does speed up the cleaning process but at the same time it also means that wearing the cuffs becomes meaningless. The reason to wear the handcuffs is to remind my slave position and to deliberately to make me to feel awkward. Therefore, the handcuffs is essential for me as a symbol to be a slave of Mistress. Then I tried another thing which was to connect the chain of the handcuffs to my neck collar. Interestingly, it indeed make cleaning wall tiles easier but will make floor cleaning more difficult. Therefore, it is clear that there is no single position that will allow me to do all the cleaning tasks effectively. Again, this is what a slave should do, i.e. to learn how to do things effectively for Mistress in all situations.</p><p>I hope after today and further practice over the next few days and weeks, I will be able to clean the entire house for Mistress within 4 hours.</p><p>P.S. i just wanted to say that the technique to change duvet cover Mistress taught me is really useful. I can now change the cover in less than 10 mins by myself (previously will take at least 30 mins to do the same thing). Thank you Mistress ☺️.</p>Slave_Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365282187382408594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906318741482721756.post-21064811256633946952022-03-14T21:47:00.001+00:002022-03-14T21:47:06.819+00:00Household Slave Experience<p> Today (14/3), I had a session with Mistress Leyla and I was so happy because I have the privilege to serve Mistress at her home. It was a one-day long (7 hours) session and the main task today was to clean Mistress's premises. I arrived 15 mins before the scheduled session time due to the train arrived early. Upon arrival, Mistress came to the front entrance to greet me. Then, I was escorted to the living room and Mistress started telling me my duties today. It was basically cleaning the bathroom, Mistress's bedroom, staircase and landing. Also, I was asked to prepare sandwiches for Mistress and myself as lunch. Before, I was led to the washroom, I met a cute friend and she is just as lovely as Mistress. </p><p>I was then escorted to the bathroom. I changed my slave uniform and also wore the panty and stockings provided by Mistress (Thanks again!). Mistress started to detail what I need to do and how to clean the bathroom. Of course, things would not be easy when having a session with Mistress Leyla. I was asked to put on a leather belly belt, i.e. those to escort criminals in the US, and then a pair of handcuffs with a long chain (24 inches) was put through the hoop on the belt and my hands were cuffed. This means that my wrists were connecting to my waist by a long steel chain and hence, I could not extend both of my arms at the same time. Once might thought that the chain is so long and hence, it should not affect work. This is not true as the amount of restraint provided by that cuffs was unbelievable when one tried to stretch his/her arms. Nevertheless, other than the handcuffs, a pair of leg irons with a relatively short chain (8 inches) was put on my ankles and after the lock sound, I was completely locked up and I could only walk slowly. Also, my every move was monitored by Mistress as she would need to rate my performance and to decide whether I would be a good household slave...</p><p>As I am not very good in doing housework, it took me an hour just to clean the bathroom and from time to time, Mistress taught me how to do some tasks during the cleaning process (Thanks Mistress). I did learn a lot from Mistress today and I promise I will do it better next time. In fact, just after cleaning the bathroom, I have a feeling that I managed to explore a bit more of Mistress's life and at the same time, Mistress also knows me a bit more. This mutual exploration really makes me feel happy because I want to serve Mistress and what I need is to understand Mistress more so that I could adapt and work more effectively.</p><p>After cleaning the bathroom, I was taken down to the kitchen to prepare lunch for Mistress. Well, it is something that can be forgotten as my cooking skill is disastrous. It was lucky that Mistress did not suffering from food poisoning after having the sandwiches I prepared. So I was lucky enough to have a chance to have lunch with Mistress and I have the privilege to try the golden juice by Mistress. To be honest, my cock was turned to a steel rod once I drank Mistress's golden juice as I would like to try it for long. I think I was very lucky to have a chance to try it today. Of course, I hope I would have the chance to drink it again as I treat it as a reward from Mistress, i.e. I only can taste it if I am well-behaved and performed well during session.</p><p>After lunch, it was the time for Mistress to take a break. I was asked to get into a small closet. Once I was in, Mistress tape by left hand on a cupboard and another pair of handcuffs was put on my right hand with the other end anchored to my neck collar. I did tell Mistress that I had a full ball but I could not put on my chastity cage today. As a result, Mistress took some precautionary measures and taped both of my palms seriously to become two 'duct tape balls'. This means that first of all, none of my hands could reach my cock or even I managed to reach it, I could not use my palms at all. Then I was hooded and the closet door closed. I don't know how long I was there but what I can tell is since the time Mistress tied my hands, my cock was like diamond hard and I could tell that even a single stroke by my hand will cause a serious 'volcano eruption'. Of course, Mistress did prevent such an eruption happening but it was really the most difficult few hours for me to suffer. I would like to cum but I could not serve myself. I tried to move my cuffed right hand to reach my cock but it felt like they were separated by 2 miles away. I could tell that there was a little bit of liquid came out from my cock (probably pre-cum) which did not help at all because it just made me to feel even more horny.</p><p>A few hours later, Mistress released me from the closet and Mistress asked me how did I feel. I answered honestly that it was hard but it is something that a slave must experience. This is because liquid release itself is a reward and slaves will require permission from Mistress before they can do so. The permission would only be granted in some very special circumstances. I found that I need to get use of this feeling as my cock and cum are both belonging to Mistress Leyla but not myself. I am here to serve Mistress but not to ask Mistress Leyla to let me to do whatever I want. I am here to obey Mistress and not to ask Mistress to fulfil my wants.</p><p>Afterwards, Mistress escorted me back on the second-floor to do Mistress's bedroom cleaning. I was very lucky as I was allowed to clean Mistress's bedroom and again my cock became rock hard after I saw Mistress's clothes (and also her sleep mask). Compared to cleaning the bathroom, it was easier although I still need to practice more so that I can work faster next time. Once again, Mistress treated me so nice as she made me a cup of tea (Thanks Mistress). It took me about 40 mins to clean the bedroom and then I was asked to clean the landing and staircase. It was actually one of the hardest tasks ever. Don't forget that I was wearing a pair of short chained leg irons. In fact, it was very difficult to walk up and down the stair due to the short chain. I had to be extremely careful as one wrong step would cause me to fall down from the staircase. As a result, it took me about 30 mins just to clean the stair. I need to practice more on wearing leg irons to go up and down stairs to improve my work efficiency.</p><p>Before ending the cleaning duty, the final task was returning to Mistress's bedroom to do the bedding for Mistress. Again, it was not an easy task as I was cuffed so that I could not extend both of my arms at the same time. In fact, I could not do it properly at first and again Mistress taught me a method to do the bedding quickly. Thank you so much Mistress. I really learnt a lot of things from you today. After doing the bedding, I was asked to tidy up everything and then Mistress uncuffed both my hands and ankles and it was definitely the longest time I was in cuffs. However, I would like to be long-term cuffed by Mistress again in the future. I promise Mistress that I will improve my effectiveness next time and I will aim to do all the cleaning within 4 hours.</p><p>It was a really intense but fun session. I do understand Mistress a lot more after today and I believe it is same for Mistress. I also know a new friend and she is so cute. I will definitely come back to serve Mistress again and I hope in one day, I will have the opportunity to become an owned household slave of Mistress Leyla.</p><p>P.S. After the session, Mistress granted me permission to cum (Thanks Mistress). To return, I decided to write this blog post first before I am going to have my volcano eruption. Of course, if Mistress would like to change her mind, please let me know and will put on my chastity cage to become a good boy again. Also, thank you so much Mistress treated me so nice today.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Slave_Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365282187382408594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906318741482721756.post-11223692741261251342022-03-08T17:32:00.003+00:002022-03-08T17:32:52.424+00:00Submission to Mistress<p>I did not post anything on Mistress's Leyla blog for the last three months as I used this time to have a bit of reflection on the true meaning of slavery (in BDSM scene). This is because it was sometime unclear for me about if I am a true slave or if I just would like to find enjoyments and fun from Mistress's sessions...</p><p>After my last session with Mistress Leyla immediately before Christmas, I have started planning of my next session which was supposed to be done in late January. As usual, I sent a few emails to Mistress in January just to say hello and talked about my plans. It was strange that I did not receive any replies for a few weeks time. As a result, I kept sending Mistress emails and text messages almost every week but still did not receive any response. Then I started to worry about Mistress and kept asking myself is Mistress Leyla okay? Any chance that she is taking a break and hence, not responding my emails and texts? Or is it possible that Mistress caught COVID and currently self-isolating (touchwood, it was not the case)? Would the storm cause damages to Mistress's home so that she has no time to reply my emails/texts? I was extremely worried about Mistress at that point but luckily, I received a text message from Mistress in February. Mistress told me that she is fine but taking a break. I felt so good after reading Mistress's message and from that point onwards, I know that I would like to start a proper Mistress and slave relation with Mistress Leyla rather than just trying to get some enjoyments and fun from her sessions. I know that I do care about Mistress Leyla's wellbeing and I would like to serve Mistress to ensure that she is in good form.</p><p>I know that I may not be a good slave as I can tell I am not good in doing housework at all. In fact, I would say it would be lucky if I do not make a place even messier after I 'tidy' it up. However, as I would like to serve Mistress and to reduce her daily workload, I wrote an email to Mistress about being her housemaid for one day in order to do some housekeeping work for Mistress. I can tell that I am a lucky slave as Mistress agrees with my request and allows me to tidy up her place and to serve her a meal. I am very happy about it because I really want to serve Mistress Leyla in person which is something that I did not have a chance to do (other than providing her some foot massages) in my last few sessions with Mistress.</p><p>As I already mentioned, I am not good in housekeeping and definitely not a good chef. However, I will do my best to ensure Mistress's place is clean and tidy. In addition, I will try everything I could to ensure I cook something 'edible' for Mistress (ENO and Ambulance on standby😂). All I want to do is to serve Mistress which I think I will feel so proud and happy once I managed to do all the tasks assigned by Mistress effectively and properly. It does not matter if I will get any rewards or releases (will wear a cb to ensure no accidental release) upon completing the task. I just would like to serve Mistress and to show Mistress Leyla that probably I am a good slave to keep.</p><p>At the time when I wrote this article, I am not 'owned' by Mistress Leyla. Returning to an earlier post on ownership, for me, I do care ownership and I will work very hard to impress Mistress and hopefully she will consider myself as her owned slave. Ownership is very important to me because it is not just a fashionable thing but it is a promise for me to serve, obey and be loyal to Mistress Leyla. It is also a strong reminder of my decision to become a slave and my willingness to let Mistress Leyla to control myself by giving her all of my freedom. </p><p>I don't know if I am able to become an owned slave of Mistress Leyla but at least this is my objective in 2022, I will try and improve myself and wait for the arrival of an opportunity to be owned.</p>Slave_Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365282187382408594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906318741482721756.post-3467451337782424132021-12-23T10:50:00.002+00:002021-12-23T10:50:47.073+00:00A 'Ride' in Mistress's CarHere is a story of a 'car ride' with Mistress Leyla... 😀<div><br /></div><div>Last week, I messaged Mistress Leyla and asked if she could offer me a session before the end of this year. Mistress Leyla is efficient enough to come up with a plan in a couple of days time and we decided to meet on 21/12 (i.e. the Winter Solstice).</div><div><br /></div><div>As usual, I texted Mistress at 10 am in the morning to confirm my session and arrived Mistress's address on time. I messaged Mistress Leyla again about my arrival, but strangely, I did not receive any response from Mistress. When I was walking toward the dungeon, I saw a car dashing toward me and stopped suddenly. Then, I saw Mistress Leyla undo the seat belt and got off her car. Before I was able to say anything to greet Mistress, she opened the trunk door of her car and asked me to jump in. I quickly got in the trunk and I saw a roll of duct tape, some zip ties, a pair of metal hinged handcuffs and a hood in the trunk. Again, before I managed to do anything, Mistress Leyla cuffed my right hand to the anchoring point of the trunk and then quickly bound my ankles together using duct tape. Mistress was so nice as she left my left hand free so that I can take pictures (sorry Mistress, I was cheating 😁). Also before closing the trunk door, Mistress hooded me with a woven bag (or something similar) and then she started driving again.</div><div><br /></div><div>I heard from Mistress a few days earlier that she would like to do Christmas shopping. Therefore, I know that Mistress was driving me around to different shops for her shopping. I was in the trunk and was hooded (partially true as I will explain later why 😊), so I don't know where was Mistress going (at least for the first 10 minutes). From the engine roaring noise and the rather hard acceleration/deceleration, I thought Mistress was in hurry. About 10 minutes later, Mistress stopped and parked her car. Before leaving me alone in the trunk, Mistress opened the trunk door and checked if I was doing fine (Mistress Leyla is super nice to her subs/slaves). She then closed the trunk door again and locked the car and started her shopping business. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Now, as a naughty slave (sorry Mistress but I need to mention it as it is funny 😂😂😂) with a free left hand available to use, I managed to take my mobile phone from the right side pocket of my trousers. Then, I removed the hood on my head and started using google map to locate myself. I was also taken some pictures of my bounded ankles and cuffed right hands when I was waiting Mistress to come back. Immediately after I took the picture of my bounded ankle, Mistress returned to her car and I quickly put away my phone in my jumper's pocket and put the hood back on (just in case Mistress came and check). I heard that Mistress moved around things for a few minutes so that she could fit everything she bought in the back seats of her car. About 5 mins later, Mistress started driving again (and she started listening songs) and we were heading to the next stop.</div><div><br /></div><div>Again, as a naughty slave, if I can access my phone once, I will definitely use it again. So when Mistress was driving, I decided to take my hood off completely and kept checking google map. I found that Mistress was driving toward Central Reading and she spent about 15 mins in that area for her second stop. In fact, the second stop was definitely the most interesting one for the whole trip. Once I heard that Mistress locked her car, I started using my left hand to play around things again. Firstly, I wore a Cellmate (i.e. the app controlled chastity cage) yesterday, originally just would like to give Mistress some surprise but now it was practically useful. I knew that I would start to play around that part of my body when I am alone (and with a free hand). To prevent something 'mis-fired', I used my left hand to switch on the Cellmate and managed to connect it to the app in my phone. Then I set the timer for 1 hour and 15 minutes to ensure that I would not be able to unlock my cage for the next hour. Also, I managed to set up a Twitter account in that 15 mins and started following Mistress's Twitter (haha, another surprise for Mistress 😛) and found Mistress’s YouTube posts. Once I heard the door unlocking sound, I re-hooded myself and put away my phone and then Mistress started driving again.</div><div><br /></div><div>After stopping near Reading Station, Mistress did a few more intermediate stops in the surrounding area before she drove to somewhere a bit further away. I remember that during one stop, Mistress got off the car and opened the trunk to see if I was fine (Of course, Mistress saw a good boy sitting in the trunk with the hood on 😅). Now I think if Mistress knew what I did in the last hour or so, she would definitely cuff my hands behind the back (I did tell Mistress what happened once we back to the dungeon). Nevertheless, after that stop, I knew that Mistress started heading back to her dungeon and she refuelled her car on the way back. I was a good boy in the petrol station as I know that using phone there might trigger an explosion so safety first (XDDDD).</div><div><br /></div><div>About 2 hours later, I returned to where I began, i.e. outside Mistress's dungeon. When the car stopped, Mistress opened the trunk door and untied and uncuffed me. She asked me to get out the trunk and walked to the dungeon. I was asked to face the wall outside Mistress's dungeon for a few minutes before I was let in. I then quickly stripped and put on my slave collar and went to kneel in front of Mistress Leyla. During the session, of course, the first thing Mistress asked me was about the car ride. Although I am a naughty slave (that's why I need Mistress to control my behaviour), I did honestly tell the truth to Mistress Leyla about everything I did in the trunk. Of course, I received some painful punishments from Mistress due to my bad behaviour as Mistress did not cuff my hands behind my back because she would like me to be able to access my phone in case of emergency (Mistress Leyla is so nice and always put her subs/slaves safety in the first place). Of course, Mistress knows that I am a naughty slave who needs to be properly restraint and therefore, she will tie me up properly next time to prevent same thing happening again. We have also discussed and came up with a simple solution so that Mistress can have my hands cuffed behind the back while I can still contact Mistress in case of emergency.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nevertheless, I do think both Mistress Leyla and I found that it was an interesting session which gave us a lot of fun and excitement in a cold and rather cloudy Tuesday afternoon. I think this is what we need to give us happiness and positivity to deal with the current uncertain environment.</div><div><br /></div><div>Probably, I will be in the trunk of Mistress Leyla's car again in future... May be Mistress Leyla is already planning another 'journey' with her subs/slaves... We shall see and in the mean time, I wish everyone a Merry Christmas 🤶.</div>Slave_Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365282187382408594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906318741482721756.post-44324666711854342672021-12-13T09:25:00.004+00:002021-12-13T09:25:40.110+00:00Session with Mistress Leyla – Some Thoughts After Session <p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">On the first Tuesday in November, I had a
session with Mistress Leyla. This was my second session with Mistress Leyla and
I was very excited about it. I woke up early in the morning and checked the
traffic condition to ensure I would arrive Mistress’s dungeon on time. Before
setting off, I texted Mistress Leyla to confirm my booking and then started
driving. This time, Mistress Leyla ordered me to wear stockings under my
clothing. I am not so experienced in wearing stocking and I found that they are
quite comfortable although it would be better if I get a pair of large instead
of medium as it was a bit too small for me. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I arrived Mistress’s dungeon on
time and upon arrival, Mistress Leyla welcomed me and asked me to sit down on
the bench in her Dungeon. Then what happened next made me to face the reality,
i.e. I knew that I would have a harsh session today… Once I sat down, Mistress
Leyla handed me two things immediately - a female panty and a slave collar
which has my name on it. I wore the collar immediately although it does not fit
well and then I put on the panty. Probably I was too stressed or excited, I put
on the panty incorrectly as well as I did not aware that the stockings were not
at the correct height. I then knocked the door of the chamber and Mistress
Leyla called me in. As usual, I was asked to kneel in the ‘full position’ and
then the first thing Mistress told me was: ‘did you check your stockings and
panty before coming in? Also, why the name tag of your collar was at the back?’
I apologies to Mistress Leyla immediately and then I spent quite some time to
rectify all the mistakes I made. In fact, I was not able to spot what was the
problem for my stockings and I received penalty from Mistress immediately. I
was asked to run around the garden outside Mistress’s dungeon for 2 mins. I was
naked and did not wear shoes. I felt so embarrassing as I afraid Mistress’s
neighbours will spot me and, there was a helicopter flew past at the same time.
I ran slowly and carefully as I did not wear shoes and 2 minutes passed (it
felt like 2 hours) and Mistress Leyla allowed me to come back in the dungeon.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Then Mistress Leyla gave me the
first task of the session. To be exact, to wear the stockings properly (i.e.
same height in both sides and also to have the same area of the dark colour top
bit) within 60 seconds. I managed to do it in my first attempt and Mistress
Leyla was pleased. I was then asked to repeat the task but the time was reduced
to 45 seconds. Before the timer started, I know that I would not be able to
complete the task on time as my feet were wetted by the damped soil in the
garden and hence, it was difficult to put on the stockings. I could not finish
the task (not even managed to do one side) on time and hence, I received more
canning punishment (14 strokes) from Mistress Leyla.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Afterwards, Mistress Leyla tested
my knowledge in different slave positions. Although I did practice all the positions
many times before attending the session, I was too stressed so sometimes I
needed to think about how to do a particular post, especially for those similar
posts such as the lying, prone and invert positions. In addition, I am not so
flexible nowadays so could not really get the inspection position right.
Luckily Mistress Leyla was very kind to forgive me but I know that I need to do
more exercises to improve my flexibility and to practice more to make sure I
can do all the positions without thinking in my next session.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Then, Mistress Leyla asked me to
go into the cage. It sounds like an easy task to complete but it wasn’t… Before
going into the cage, Mistress Leyla cuffed my hands using a pair of metal
handcuffs in front. Once the cold metal cuffs touching my wrists, I felt that I
am now really a slave fully controlled by Mistress Leyla. It is not a secret
that many Mistresses/Masters tend to handcuff their slaves all the time to
ensure their safety (joking <span style="font-family: "Segoe UI Emoji",sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol-ext; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: "Segoe UI Emoji";">😊</span>) but to make the slaves to feel that they
are now under control and hence, to give them slavery feeling. Although my
hands were cuffed in front (luckily), due to the short chain between the two
cuffs, the movement of my hands was highly restricted. Before putting me in the
cage, Mistress asked me to remove all the pillows and the duvet from the cage.
It is of course an easy task in normal times but don’t forget that my hands were
cuffed so I could not actually spread my arms. It was extremely difficult for
me to hold the door of the cage which is hinged from the top of the side frame
and to take out all the things inside the cage. I used my shoulder to support
the cage door and then took out all the pillows. Now, I faced another new
challenge which was to remove the bulky duvet. I know that as my arms could
only spread for max. 20 cm, I would not be able to hold the duvet. I tried to
roll the duvet so that I could hold it with my cuffed hands. It was an
extremely difficult task and after 3 mins of struggle, I finally managed to
remove the duvet from the cage. Now, Mistress Leyla asked me to kneel in front
of her. I was then blindfolded and gagged before I was led to and locked in the
cage. Also, Mistress Leyla clamped my nipples and the chain of the nipple
clamps was connected to my neck collar. This means that every movement of my
head will move the clamps. I tried to minimise my head movement to minimise the
pain sent from the clamped nipples to my brain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I was blindfolded, I did not know how
long I spent in the cage. However, I do think that every minute in the cage
feels like an hour as I could not see and could not talk. I felt so vulnerable
as I could not tell what will happen next as I was confined in a small cage.
The first 20 minutes (I thought) was okay as nothing happened on my body and I
was about to relax a bit. But then…. Suddenly some pain came from my cock
because Mistress Leyla started canning my cock. I could not see and my hands
were cuffed. I tried to move to avoid but I couldn’t as I was locked in a cage.
What I could only do was screaming through the gag. Mistress Leyla did the
canning three times during my time in the cage and then I was released.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">After releasing from the cage, I
was asked to kneel in front of Mistress Leyla again. Mistress removed my hood
and the gag but then she gagged my mouth using the device that used by dentists
to keep their patients’ mouth open. Mistress Leyla then lighted a cigarette and
my mouth became the ash tray for Mistress. After smoking, Mistress removed the
handcuffs from my wrists but put a pair of leather cuffs on my ankles so I
could only walk in small steps from now on and re-gagged me. Mistress Leyla
then asked me to put on my shoes and I was led to the outdoor garden. Mistress
asked me to walk toward a wooden stock and I was locked there. It was again a
very embarrassing experience as I was naked and I was hold still in the garden
with a helicopter kept flying around. Also, as I wore the dentist gag, I couldn’t
swallow saliva and it kept drooling from my mouth. I don’t know how long I
spent on the wooden stocking, probably 10 mins but again I felt like I was
there for at least 1 hour as I was completely immoblised and I was scared to be
spotted by someone in the helicopter or by Mistress’s neighbours.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">After coming back from outside, Mistress
Leyla kindly removed my gag but re-cuffed my hands and allowed me to give her a
foot massage. I used my cuffed hands to hold Mistress’s foot and used my tongue
to provide a foot massage to Mistress. This is a relatively easy task before I
was asked to do the most challenging task of the session. Mistress Leyla asked
me to fold the duvet (the one I removed from the cage earlier) and the bed
lining and put everything back into the cage. Well, if removing things from the
cage is already challenging enough, putting them back will definitely not be
easier. To make things even more challenging, my head was hooded, so I could
not actually see as I was like semi-blindfolded. Mistress Leyla also re-gagged
me so I could not speak (or make a request). With my cuffed hands, I know that
it will be extremely difficult for me to fold the duvet. I kept walking around
and fold the duvet bit by bit. Also, because I could not see, I could not tell
if I did fold the duvet correctly. After struggling for about 10 mins, I
finally managed to fold the duvet and made it look reasonably presentable. Now,
I faced a new challenge which was about to put the duvet back into the cage.
Again, with my cuffed hands, it is an extremely difficult task. I need to hold
the duvet which is already a difficult task and to open the cage door. Mistress
Leyla noticed that I could not open the cage door so she was very kind to help
me to hold the door (thanks Mistress <span style="font-family: "Segoe UI Emoji",sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol-ext; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: "Segoe UI Emoji";">😊</span>). However, I was still struggling to hold
the duvet as my arms could not spread wide enough to grasp it without unfolding
it. Then I tried to roll the duvet and after several trials, finally I managed
to hold and put it back into the cage.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Afterwards, there was about 10
minutes before the session end. Mistress Leyla was kind enough to allow me to have
a happy ending. However, I need to use my cuffed hands to masturbate and cum
within 5 minutes. It was a very hard task as although my hands are cuffed in
front, the chain was too short so that my left hand could not move free enough
to get a full stroke. I have tried different ways to masturbate but the result
remained the same. The chain was just too short so I could not really stimulate
my cock enough to cum. 5 minutes passed quickly and Mistress Leyla asked me to
stop immediately when the timer alarm set off. I put my hands on my head
although I was quite close to cum. At that time, I just felt frustrated as I
could not get the happy ending. Nevertheless, what I can tell is luckily in
this session, most the time my hands were cuffed in front, I could not imagine
what would happen if my hands were cuffed behind (I am not convincing Mistress
to try it next time though <span style="font-family: "Segoe UI Emoji",sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol-ext; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: "Segoe UI Emoji";">😊</span>). It also shows that handcuffs are very
effective for the purpose of slave’s behaviour control (as well as to make sure
Mistress Leyla is safe <span style="font-family: "Segoe UI Emoji",sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol-ext; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: "Segoe UI Emoji";">😊</span>).<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">After the session, I found that I
need to have more practice on how to serve effectively while wearing handcuffs.
Therefore, from now on, I wear handcuffs to write the blogs and to do all the
Mistress Leyla’s assigned tasks in order to get use to the feeling of being a
shackled slave as well as to learn how to use my cuffed hands effectively. <o:p></o:p></p>Slave_Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365282187382408594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906318741482721756.post-58807857853582517062021-10-16T13:46:00.001+01:002021-10-29T07:33:56.330+01:00Ownership, is it for fun only? (Revised)<div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">In recent weeks on social media,
‘ownership’ seems to be a hot topic to discuss and debate about. In fact, it is
common to see slaves put status like ‘owned by Mistress/Master ABC’, ‘looking
for an owner’, ‘currently unowned’ etc on twitter or Facebook. In addition, I
frequently see Mistresses post on their Facebook pages or blogs about owing
slaves who do not want to serve. In some more severe cases, there have been reports
on owned slaves suddenly blocked their owners and then simply disappeared. These
posts make me to feel that ownership nowadays is just a fashionable term. To be
exact, it is no longer a mutual relation between the dom and sub. So my
question here is, are people still treat ‘ownership’ seriously or it is just a
‘deposable’ item that everyone can choose to start and end the relation at any
time without facing any consequences.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Of course, there is nothing wrong
to seek for an owner or being owned. However, if we step one-step backward and
ask ourselves several questions. Why ownership is important? Is it just a
fashionable word or does it mean something valuable for slaves? Why it is
necessary to be owned or why slaves would like someone to control them? In this
post, I am trying to answer the above questions as a slave’s point of view. As
it is a debatable topic, the following is just my personal thoughts and please
feel free to agree or disagree what I say.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Ownership, in one sense, means a
slave agreed to transfer itself (note: people use it to describe slaves in
ancient times) as an asset to its owner. Wait a minute! this means now the
owner has full control on how to ‘utilise’ his/her ‘property’ and the slave can
only obey and execute all the orders coming from its owner. Doing so means that
the slave will lose its freedom but does not seem like one will gain anything
form this relation. In other words, it seems like for slaves, ownership is a ‘profitless’
business. Then why slaves are still seeking to be owned? <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Personally, I think the feeling
of security and an opportunity to play a part in the owner’s daily life are the
two most important things that a slave will gain from this mutual relation. For
a slave, it will feel empty if no one willing to control and train it.
Psychologically, this means we want something (i.e. the satisfaction due to being
owned) but we cannot achieve what we want due to no one willing to do anything
to give us what we want (i.e. not being owned).<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">As a slave, it is easy to tell
the awful feeling of not being able to serve no one. We (slaves) get
satisfactions after serving our owners. For example, I do all the tasks
assigned by Mistress Leyla promptly, usually within a day or two, to make
Mistress happy. I feel so happy if I managed to finish all the assigned tasks
on time and when Mistress Leyla thanks for my good work (not always so good <span style="font-family: "Segoe UI Emoji",sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol-ext; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: "Segoe UI Emoji";">☹</span>).
Similarly, I feel sad if I let Mistress Leyla down and make her feels
disappointed. Of course, I get punished by Mistress Leyla but at the same time I
learn how to improve and do better next time. This learning process not just
makes me better but at the same time make me to feel I am playing a role in
Mistress’s life. This warm feeling is something that I gained from this
relation and I think this is a mutual relation which links Mistress Leyla and I
together. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">For all slaves, being owned means
that they are now fully committed to serve their owners with no regrets. Similarly,
for all Mistresses/Masters, owning slaves means they are committed to train up
and to make them better. So far, I have just talked about physical ownership.
There are many other types of ownership such as long-distance ownership,
lifestyle ownership, financial ownership etc. Of course, the purpose of
different types of ownership is different but the ultimate principle stays the
same. We serve to appreciate our owners, and we get both physical and
psychological satisfactions through completing tasks assigned by the owners. I
do believe that ‘ownership’ or ‘being owned’ is still playing an important role
in BDSM. I think most slaves are still treating ownership very seriously and most
slaves will feel proud at the point when their owners collared them. At least
for me, I feel so proud when Mistress Leyla collared me and let me to be her
slave. Although I did do something which dissatisfy her at the time when I was
writing this post, I enjoy being owned by Mistress Leyla because I am satisfied
with my identity. I know that I am a slave and serving Mistress is my daily
duty and if I am not performing well, Mistress Leyla will punish me hard
because I know that Mistress Leyla would like me to become a better slave. Like
all other relations, we will get good and bad times but since ownership is a
mutual relation, the successfulness of this relation depends strongly on how
much effort each party would like to commit to keep it running. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">To conclude, I think ownership is
a serious mutual relation which is not something that we should take it easy.
Before committing to become an owned slave, one should ask if he/she is serious
enough to play a part in maintaining this relation by serving his/her owner
daily. If the answer is yes, then ownership is the thing one should go for. As
I already mentioned, ownership is a mutual relation. If no one would like to
input nothing, then this relation will not last long and the debate about why
owning a slave or why being owned will just keep carrying on…<o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p><br /></div>Slave_Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365282187382408594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906318741482721756.post-67216299849556776622021-10-04T14:02:00.002+01:002021-10-15T00:20:14.103+01:00Needs vs Wants in BDSM<p>As a Sub, it is always easy to tell what I want during a BDSM session. However, it is sometimes a bit more challenging to identify what I need. Needs and wants take similar meaning in board sense but these terms are different in the sense that 'need' tends to mean essential things while while 'want' usually means something is optional.</p><p>A successful BDSM session required the submissive fully understood what he/she would like to experience (i.e. wants) and also what he/she hopes Mistress Leyla will do (needs) during a session. As an example, I always imagine myself as a naughty slave who is a bit dangerous to Mistress Leyla (due to lack of discipline) so that I would like to be restraint, gagged and put in a cell/cage to reflect and control in every session. This is what I want. Similarly, I would like to be tied or chained up, blindfolded and gagged all the time during a session so that I will not have control on anything and Mistress Leyla will determine what to do on my body in the next few hours. This is what I want. I would like to be tortured and tormented by Mistress Leyla, using various tools and methods. This is what I want. I would like Mistress Leyla to control my behaviour and speak all the time so that I could only act and speak with Mistress's permission. This is what I want. Of course, I also want to be trained up by Mistress Leyla to be a better slave and hence I would like Mistress Leyla to assign me some daily tasks to do. Again this is what I want...</p><p><span></span></p><a href="http://mistressladyleyla.blogspot.com/2021/10/needs-vs-wants-in-bdsm.html#more">READ MORE</a>Slave_Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365282187382408594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906318741482721756.post-50452401202682194292021-09-30T10:00:00.002+01:002021-10-15T00:20:46.273+01:00Between BDSM and the DSM: The Relationship of BDSM and Psychology<br>
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<span face="David, sans-serif" lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 42.6667px;">I have posted a copy of </span>Between BDSM and the DSM: The Relationship of BDSM and Psychology, By: Doron Mosenzon (Instructed by: Dr. Otniel Dror) Seminar Paper for the Course “Gender and Science” 2013-14. </div>
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You can read the full paper at: <span face="Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #444444; font-size: 13px;"><a href="https://goo.gl/HK3r1F">https://goo.gl/HK3r1F</a></span></div>
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<b><u><span face=""David","sans-serif"" lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: David; mso-hansi-font-family: David;"><br></span></u></b></div>
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<b><u><span face=""David","sans-serif"" lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: David; mso-hansi-font-family: David;">Dominant
Views in Psychology and Psychiatry<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<b><u><span face=""David","sans-serif"" lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: David; mso-hansi-font-family: David;">What
is Sexual Deviance?<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<b><u><span face=""David","sans-serif"" lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: David; mso-hansi-font-family: David;">Early
Sexology and the Creation of the Deviant<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span face=""David","sans-serif"" lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: David; mso-hansi-font-family: David;"><br></span></div>
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<span face=""David","sans-serif"" lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: David; mso-hansi-font-family: David;">"Sex and sexuality
were always an inflammatory subject, and every religion, ideology, and
discipline has an interest in the way people relate and operate with their
sexuality. More specifically, trying to decide what sexual acts and dispositions
are “normal”, “healthy”, “natural”, and “moral” is an important part of any
philosophy or area of study that deals with human sexuality.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face=""David","sans-serif"" lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: David; mso-hansi-font-family: David;"><span></span></span></div><a href="http://mistressladyleyla.blogspot.com/2018/03/between-bdsm-and-dsm-relationship-of.html#more">READ MORE</a>The Mistresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388822816694814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906318741482721756.post-77976674167746668182021-09-29T10:00:00.001+01:002021-09-29T10:00:00.215+01:00Pony Boot Camp - A must read BDSM story<p>I absolutely must recommend the deliciously wicked stories written by the sinful and creative author Venom (pen name). His blog <b><a href="https://venomstories.wordpress.com/">VENOMSTORIES</a></b> contains a myriad of fantastic BDSM stories. </p><p>To entice you further, below is part 1 of Pony Boot Camp. To enjoy part 2 of this story, you will need to follow the link at the end of this post...</p><p><br /></p><p>Enjoy fellow deviants.</p><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i></i></p><blockquote><p class="MsoNormal"><i><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Pony Boot Camp — Part One </span></b></i></p></blockquote><blockquote><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Prologue (Law and Order)<o:p></o:p></b></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><b>It was either this, or two years without probation or
parole. Maybe I’d really pushed it too far this time. My latest stunt crowned a
dubious career that had started when I’d been fifteen, and with a true classic:
shoplifting. Breach of the peace, public nuisance and damage to property had
followed; they had even nicked me once for hacking the server of the public
library (don’t ask what reason I’d done that for).</b></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><b> </b></i></o:p><i><b>I forgot to introduce myself: My name is Alexia Wert. But
you can call me Alex.</b></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><b> </b></i></o:p><i><b>I consider myself intelligent, have never done hard drugs,
never shown violent or otherwise deviant behaviour. I never was rebellious as
such, never wanted to fight the system. I was just bored, wanted to test myself
and my environment alike, wanted to know what I could get away with. And with
what not.</b></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><b>This time they had dragged me out of a stolen car. It had
only been a joyride, nothing more. I may be a troublemaker, but I’m not a liar
– and I stand by my actions. However, the prosecutor not only claimed theft,
but felt free to spice things up with intent to resell. And if that wasn’t
enough, he added abscond from justice for good measure, since my silly self
hadn’t stopped the car immediately when spotted by the coppers (a circumstance
that had earned me a healthy bite of tarmac sandwich, a rib contusion and two
pissed policemen’s knee prints on my back – not to mention the titillating
experience of having a nine-mil pressed against the back of my head). To top it
off, I was over eighteen by now, and considering my mighty criminal record the
judge refused to show lenience by once more applying law related to juvenile
offenders.</b></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><b> </b></i></o:p><i><b>It dawned on me that I was running fresh out of luck.</b></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><b> </b></i></o:p><i><b>“Salvation” came in form of a one-time offer near the end of
my trial: three months in a special boot camp – that, or the prosecution would
aim for two years in prison. By then I already stood under the impression that
the judge would go for the requested twenty-four months pour encourager les
autres. Which caused me to listen to the offer. They were somewhat thin on the
details, yet “educational techniques also used for the dressage of animals”
didn’t sound too hot. Would I be taught how to fetch and play dead? But three
month to have my spirit broken and reshaped into a form useful to society was
still better than sticking my tongue all the way up a bull dyke’s minge for the
next 730 nights.</b></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><b>So the verdict came to pass that I, after the complete
healing of my rib contusion, was to be transferred to the Deepfall Advanced
Correctional Centre and kept there for a term not shorter than ninety days.</b></i></p></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal"><i></i><o:p></o:p></p><a href="https://venomstories.wordpress.com/2021/06/19/pony-boot-camp-part-fifty-two/" target="_blank">CLICK FOR PART 2 OF PONY BOOT CAMP </a><p></p>The Mistresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388822816694814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906318741482721756.post-64939559514835042252021-06-23T16:30:00.004+01:002021-06-27T02:56:09.002+01:00Consent NEEDS communication. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOquAYJw_kk4KEngN8Sf1nnoHsvQkY6w_NMNF09tKKJnPm1gMsqm9bBLMyhSGawc_6fp2gCYkyOYbrSqzvGKDLV-s6wELk9MYYFXUfjSAbUkZjHUxThHVQu70tIlLopHdL1DiJmpcWpEW/s300/role-play_-dominatrix-800X800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="223" data-original-width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOquAYJw_kk4KEngN8Sf1nnoHsvQkY6w_NMNF09tKKJnPm1gMsqm9bBLMyhSGawc_6fp2gCYkyOYbrSqzvGKDLV-s6wELk9MYYFXUfjSAbUkZjHUxThHVQu70tIlLopHdL1DiJmpcWpEW/s0/role-play_-dominatrix-800X800.jpg"></a></div>There's a lot of discourse about consent going on lately. And that's a good thing. We've ignored consent violations too long, both as a BDSM community and in American culture as a whole. As much as it's frustrating and painful to talk about such things, talking about consent and what it means is good and healthy for us. It's like lancing a wound, it hurts and a lot of pus comes out at first, but it's what's required to start the healing process.</div><p></p><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><a href="http://mistressladyleyla.blogspot.com/2021/06/theres-lot-of-discourse-about-consent.html#more">READ MORE</a>The Mistresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388822816694814noreply@blogger.com0London, UK51.5073509 -0.127758340.343312768720779 -17.7058833 62.671389031279219 17.4503667tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906318741482721756.post-1113432053872285242021-06-08T21:06:00.004+01:002021-09-29T02:02:23.183+01:00BDSM Consent in Non-BDSM Sex<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;">By Kayla Beare - Original Post <a href="https://blogs.bmj.com/bmjsrh/2020/09/24/bdsm-consent-in-non-bdsm-sex/" target="_blank">HERE</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LOUA8Yr198k/YL_NINWWp9I/AAAAAAAAFa4/XexBp4TMtFU_CIE6ZvzM28rCxnXT6RH5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s538/consent.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="346" data-original-width="538" height="283" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LOUA8Yr198k/YL_NINWWp9I/AAAAAAAAFa4/XexBp4TMtFU_CIE6ZvzM28rCxnXT6RH5QCLcBGAsYHQ/w439-h283/consent.jpg" width="439"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div>In a post-#MeToo world, the need for a clear-cut and
comprehensive definition of sexual consent has become a topic of conversation
for many. The BDSM community is often said to be ahead of the curve in having
this conversation, and there is much that can be learnt from this community.<o:p></o:p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>BDSM, an acronym referring to bondage/discipline, dominance/submission
and sadism/masochism, is a term that encompasses a broad range of intimate
activities that often, but not always, includes some component of sexual play.
BDSM has been around for centuries, as early as Mesopotamian times, but has
only recently become part of public discourse in Western societies thanks to
kinky books and films such as the 50 Shades of Grey series.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>Unfortunately, the 50 Shades of Grey series, although hugely
popular, is not an accurate depiction of healthy BDSM. The books, and films,
underplay the consent negotiation process generally present in BDSM play.
Consent in BDSM, much like consent in sex more generally, is often considered
morally transformative. This means that it defines the morality of a sexual
act: without consent, it is abuse but with consent, it is a shared, actively
chosen experience. Consent is so vital
to BDSM play that is one of the tenets of the BDSM code: “risk-aware consensual
kink “ Arguably, we should all be having sex in which we are aware of the risks
and are fully consenting, regardless of whether or not we are engaging in
elements of kink or BDSM. Let’s explore the key facets of the BDSM model of
consent and its use in non-BDSM sex.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> <span></span></o:p></p><a href="http://mistressladyleyla.blogspot.com/2021/06/bdsm-consent-in-non-bdsm-sex.html#more">READ MORE</a>The Mistresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388822816694814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906318741482721756.post-16723149580755418912020-11-02T11:42:00.002+00:002021-09-29T02:02:02.733+01:00Do as I say... or suffer the consequences.<div style="text-align: center;">
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naked, spread-eagled, wrists and ankles cuffed to the frame of the sturdy
wooden cross. The leather mask over my eyes made it impossible to see anything
but the slightest shimmer of light. I could only hear Mistress walking around
her play room, opening and closing cabinets and drawers, clearly getting ready
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beaten, tortured and humiliated while at Mistress cross. I had my balls bound
and weighed down, my nipples, cock and balls adorned with clamps ranging from
mild clothespins to agonizing alligator clamps. Mistresses had subjected me to
electric shocks, whipped my cock and made me the subject of the laughter of
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif">I was wondering what Mistress Leyla would do today - almost
dreaming as she had let me stand there quite a while, full of anticipation.
Mistress had said that today's session would be different. Suddenly something
hard with rounded corners touched my
right arm. I shuddered, wondering what instrument of torture Mistress held in her hands. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Marie! Lovely to see you, come in,” exclaimed what looked like a half-drunk Joanne leaning perilously out of the front door of the large town house where she lived with her husband Greg. Marie gave her friend a quick hug and the obligatory peck on the cheek and moved past the pile of discarded coats just inside. <br>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif">It was quite bright when I got out of my house and looked around. There
are not many people on the street. It had stopped snowing a few weeks before;
you could still feel the nip in the air. My hands were shaking while locking
the door. This had less to do with the cold and more out of apprehension of
being seen. I was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. I was wearing a
long overcoat over a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. I had put on my blue 6”
stilettos. Under my clothes I was
wearing matching black bra, black lace panties and black lace garter belt
holding up my fishnet stockings on my newly shaved legs. I had a medium size
anal plug up my rear. I was now ready to meet my Mistress.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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full my concentration on walking properly in these heels. This was a part of my
obedience training. I was to take public transport to mistress’s dungeon.
Mistress had given me an option of wearing a knee length pleated skirt or 20
stokes of the cane. I decided on the latter. I was not gaining any extra
credits today. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif">It was still early in the day and there was only a lady ahead of
me. She smiled at me and we made small conversation on the weather and the
transportation network. Her eyes suddenly spotted my shoes, and she gave me an
all knowing smile. I continued speaking on the bus network, blushing with
embarrassment. I thought I was saved when the bus arrived, but my anxiety only
grew when I saw a group of 4 teenage girls in the bus. I quickly found a seat
in the front of the bus and sat down. Only then I realised how high the jeans
hike up when I sat. I heard one of the girls exclaim loudly. I could see the 4
of them looking in my direction, whispering in each ones ear and giggling. I
looked towards them and tried to smile, which made them burst out in laughter.
I must have turned a deeper shade of red. My destination bus stop could not
have come any sooner. I rushed out of the bus and started walking towards my
mistress’s dungeon. What would usually take me around 10 minutes to cover the
distance, took me twice as much today while walking in heels with a butt plug
up my ass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I awoke in darkness, a hood tied over my head and face. I
sat in a chair, my hands tied behind me. The room was cold and damp and I was
dressed only in my underwear. Suddenly I heard the loud, unmistakable sound of
clicking heels…louder and louder…and then they stopped. I heard breathing and a
soft moan: “Mmmmmm, look at my helpless slave, ready for his fate.” A hand
ripped off my hood. My eyes adjusted to the light and I gasped at the stunning,
powerful figure before me. I had never seen anyone like her…there she stood,
towering over me in a long leather coat. She smiled down at me, and then let
the coat drop to the floor. I nearly fainted at the sight – A beautiful,
powerful woman who made my heart race – she wore the tightest-cinched corset I
had ever seen – it gave her a wasp-like waist and pushed her breasts up … they
were nearly spilling out of her corset. Her magnificent, toned legs were
covered in fishnet stockings with multiple garter suspenders. Her legs were
endless and strong, accentuated by sky-high, steel-tipped heels. Her eyes sparkled
with evil and power. Where was I – and why? </div>
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<p class="MsoNormal">I am standing In front of a mirror in the bedroom of a woman
whose house I rent a room in. I
am wearing her black nylon panties with
lacy insets thinking I am alone in the house.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I suddenly hear a laugh and turn towards the door and see
her standing with a smirk on her
face I am so embarrassed that I am paralyzed. I start staring
at the floor afraid to meet her eyes but I know I must look up . I hear
her walk towards me. She is older and
very elegant and I knew she would
have glamorous panties and even though I fought the urge, I knew it was
only a matter of time till I snuck into her bedroom. I knew it was wrong but I
couldn't stop myself. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Now I must face her and the fact that I am a sneaky
underwear thief . She gave me a slap on the face and it made me look up. I was
scared but She was grinning . Not much of bulge in the front panty boy. She
said. She then pulled the panties down and looked at my undersized penis. Oh my
god ! She exclaimed. You're hardly even
a man with a dick like that. No wonder you want to wear my underwear.. You're even more of girly boy than I first
thought. Even so I can't have you sneaking around my
room.. My things are my things and you have no right to be in here... I started
to apologise profusely.. I am so sorry Mrs Lee..I really am I won't do it again I promise..
while I was apologising I heard the click of a camera phones and I
thought Oh No this can go out on the
internet I looked over to her as she was snapping away and smiling evilly.
Please don't send those out Mrs Lee .I was close to tears and begging. She then
said I like embarrassing people.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I Know a few of your
friends on the Internet as well as your employer. I could really see to it that
you'd be blushing in public for a long time . I could also call the police and
say you were in my room trying to steal
I wouldn't be lying you did take a pair of my panties. I could only beg her for forgiveness and I kept it up. A litany of I am sorry ,Please let me
make it up to you, I won't ever do anything like this again. I really needed
the room that she let me rent. I couldn't possibly afford anything else in this town and I need to be here to work a job I had just started . A job with a
future. SO I was in dire straits and I
told her and begged her. She just looked at me with an indifferent look..
Then asked me if I always wore women's clothes
and stressed that she wanted the truth
or it would not go well for me.
I said that I really didn't but that I
thought of it a lot.. So you like
wearing panties . Do you wearing bras and slips? She asked. I nodded She snapped A nod is not an answer! Say it! I
said I like wearing slips and bras. And panties she demanded. Yes Mrs lee I
like wearing panties. I suddenly
realised she is videoing me but I had no
choice but to go along. Good girl she said.
I felt a thrill at being called a girl by this very feminine and elegant
lady and was surprised by it as well considering the circumstances. She
said I have always liked you.
I thought you were a nice young man slim and not too masculine perhaps you can now be a
nice young lady for me as I think we can both benefit from this turn of events.
You can be a girl while you are here and I can use you as a maid or an errand
girl. I entertain a lot people in
my job and some of them I know are quite
kinky.. A little sissymaid at some of my
parties may go over well. I knew she had a high powered sales job that she was
very good at.. I also knew I had to agree but at the same time I was
aroused. I was going to nod but then said Of course Mrs
Lee anything I can do to help. She
seemed pleased. Then looked at me sternly
If one of my clients wants to
fondle your ass while you're serving drinks you had better giggle and put up
with it... I was a little bit dismayed I never thought about sex with men. Huh Sissy she demanded.. I knew I had to
agree and was worried why I was feeling frisky. Yes Mrs Lee I said. Mrs Lee
then added I have a lot of gay and bi clients as well some very kinky older women and you're going
to be a darling to them. Aren't you
sweetie ? I hope it won't entail me
having sex with them I said . Wondering
where I found the courage.. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Mrs Lee gave me a very stern look. It will if I say so
sissy. Trust me sissy if you like wearing panties you won't mind getting on
your knees once in a while. After all I wear panties and I had to do it... Do
you think you're better. ? Do you? I had
to say no.. Say it again She demanded.. No Mrs lee I am not better than you. She then rubbed my cheek with her hand.. I
can find a dildo for you to practise on cutie and we can practise makeup and
walking in heels and curtsying . You'll be glad to know I'll get you the
girliest panties I can find along with
some knockout sissymaid outfits. You won't have to pay it will be a
business expense for me.. . I Knew that I should thank her and I did. She winked at me. Don't worry sissypoo she said You'll more than earn it back for me<o:p></o:p></p>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><p class="MsoNormal">I carefully read through Mistress Leyla’s website and can
feel myself coming under Her commanding spell, I know I must submit myself to
Her for whatever purpose She may desire. I obediently fill in the application
forms and wait with baited breath for my reply. I have to wait for what seems
an eternity as every day I check my emails in the hope that Lady Leyla will of
found me interesting and intriguing enough to grant me Her time. Finally I
receive Her email and I am filled with nervous anticipation and a slight sense
of foreboding as I read it. The lady has decided to grant me permission to
serve and as my first task I must give Her a call on a set time and date to
speak further of my duties and to arrange a suitable time for my first session.
I cannot wait to talk to my now Mistress although when I do call I’m a bag of
nerves and shaking as I hold the phone listening to Her silky smooth yet
demanding voice.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We arrange a suitable day for my first visit to Lady Leyla
and am told to expect an email beforehand. Next morning my email has arrived
and it transpires Lady Leyla has definite plans for me and has taken into
account what I have told Her of myself. I am instructed to purchase a pair of
pink frilly girly knickers, black opaque hold up stockings, some rather slutty
looking shoes with a higher than average heel and an inflatable butt-plug. This
I do obediently although I am now beginning to wonder just what I have let
myself in for?!</p>
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possible he likes to be reminded of his school days where the housemistress in
charge of his boarding house was extremely beautiful but also very strict and
vindictive. She was a firm believer in the
value of corporal punishment for naughty boys.
From time to time Mistress Leyla helps Jeremy relive his schooldays.<p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Mistress Leyla is her usual elegant and disdainful self in
her role as Jeremy's housemistress. She
is wearing a white blouse and a short black skirt and her elegant legs are
covered with nylon stockings. Her black
high - heeled shoes have spiky high heels.
Jeremy knows he is in love with her but fears her ruthlessness and her
punishments.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">On arrival he is sent to change into his school uniform of a
grey shirt, a striped school tie and short grey trousers. He shivers as he taps gently at Mistress
Leyla's door.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">'You're late boy' snaps Mistress Leyla reaching for the
rubber soled plimsole - mostly called 'the slipper' in schoolboy language -
with which she dispenses justice.<span></span></p><a href="http://mistressladyleyla.blogspot.com/2012/08/jeremy-mistress-leyla.html#more">READ MORE</a>The Mistresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388822816694814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906318741482721756.post-53929652620124480732020-10-13T18:00:00.001+01:002021-06-27T02:34:16.383+01:00Dear Mistress from Your most humble slave Paul<br />
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time, with the promise of "something special, which You are sure will
intrigue me". <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif" style="font-family: arial;">When I ring Your doorbell, I am immediately amazed by Your
Astounding Beauty, as you stand at the door dressed in a wonderful filmy dress,
very sheer stockings and extremely high-heeled boots. You lean forward and with
a flick You embroil my neck with Your long whip. As I stand there, helpless
within Your power, You blindfold and gag me, and lead me I know not where
within Your lair. I am instructed to strip - very quickly, or else I will feel
the sting of Your whip - and while I am stripping, I am aware of another
presence in Your chamber. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif" style="font-family: arial;">I am commanded to kneel, and I feel someone else kneeling
close beside me. My right hand is bound to this other person's right hand
around their waist, and their left hand is bound to my left around my waist.
Our ankles next to each other are then bound together and nipple clamps are
attached to both my nipples, and I can feel nipple chains and clamps being
connected to the other person. As we kneel, You command us to present our arses
high in the air, and start chastising us with increasing vigour, with canes,
paddles and increasing sizes of whips. Neither of us knows who is to receive
each blow, but as we scream inwardly within our gags, the other shares in the
agony through our joint bondage as we twitch and leap within our bonds.
Eventually, when we are reduced to a whimpering heap of intertwined bodies, You
graciously remove our gags and blindfolds, and I realise I am sharing my
bondage with a gorgeous red-head. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif" style="font-family: arial;">You grasp the chains connecting our nipples and force us to
kneel at Your feet, where we are commanded to worship Your Glorious Body, still
bound together, starting at Your Tiny Toes, and working up to Your Perfect
Pussy, and Your Amazing Arse, which we are commanded to lick out until You are
satisfied. After some minutes, during which I hope we have entirely satisfied
Your desires, You leave us kneeling in trepidation. When we had reached half
way up Your leg, I stole a quick kiss from my companion slave, but You have
seen this happen, and we are left with the knowledge that we can expect further
punishment when <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif" style="font-family: arial;">You return. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif" style="font-family: arial;">I await whatever punishment You choose to deal out to me <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The Mistresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388822816694814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906318741482721756.post-81487096925907519412020-10-01T21:21:00.002+01:002020-10-01T21:21:00.304+01:00The BDSM Test Is the Get-To-Know-Your-Kink Diagnostic So Many Sexologists Recommend - or is it?<p> </p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 15pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">BDSM is a tidy acronym for a broad range of sexual
preferences that relate to physical control, usually broken into six
components, “bondage and discipline, domination and submission, and sadism and
masochism,” according to Ali Hebert and Angela Weaver, professors in the
department of psychology at St. Francis Xavier University, writing in the <a href="https://muse.jhu.edu/article/553136" target="_blank"><i><span style="color: #333333;">Canadian Journal of Human Sexuality</span></i></a>. And
it can be <a href="https://www.wellandgood.com/bdsm-for-beginners/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #333333;">a safe, consensual avenue</span></a> for
exploring the kinks that comprise your unique sexual fingerprint. But for the
uninitiated, BDSM can conjure images of how it’s portrayed in pop culture—and
let’s just say, <a href="https://www.theatlantic.com/culture/archive/2015/02/consent-isnt-enough-in-fifty-shades-of-grey/385267/"><i><span style="color: #333333;">Fifty Shades of Grey</span></i><span style="color: #333333;"> is
not it</span></a>. Sexologists and sex educators say that IRL BDSM is more
about communication with yourself and your partner than it is about Red Rooms
of Pain. And to get that conversation started, there’s an online BDSM test that
can help you safely learn your tastes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><font size="1">C/O: <a href="http://www.asubmissivesjourney.com/internet_submissives.html" target="_blank">LINK</a></font></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNShHyef4yHrE1-MGk5TFPmLM2YKH8M72_rFJ15OuDuwE82zRpWQHAHEtd-LP_TWE4cH25-N4Ve6ieMx8xpGYd72Ynirlw6rUVzVSH25Og0SLeYyeAimep-zcvQxYZGV9hgzLvBWmhtKBy/s568/dom+sub.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="568" data-original-width="338" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNShHyef4yHrE1-MGk5TFPmLM2YKH8M72_rFJ15OuDuwE82zRpWQHAHEtd-LP_TWE4cH25-N4Ve6ieMx8xpGYd72Ynirlw6rUVzVSH25Og0SLeYyeAimep-zcvQxYZGV9hgzLvBWmhtKBy/w173-h290/dom+sub.jpg" width="173"></a></div>In day-to-day dealing with the online BDSM community, a dominant will typically run across many submissives in chat, forums or mailing lists. Although each submissive has their own personality and quirks and flaws and merits, each will usually fit into one of the following seven categories of internet submissive behavior.</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">Please do note that these are only the most common types of internet submissives; others do exist, but to much lesser degrees.</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><b><u>Type One: The “Little Girl” Submissive – </u></b></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">Ever-blushing and ever-giggly, the “little girl” type of submissive is the consummate child actor. She will usually use every cute little hair twist and every sweet little smile in her arsenal to make sure everyone finds her to be the sweetest little girl in the whole community. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">These little girls typically ooze sweetness and often make dominants and other submissives in the community wonder what they’re really up to. Little girl types usually do not get along with other little girl types at all, as they typically crave attention and another little girl trying to muscle in on another little girl’s turf is an open threat to the incumbent little girl’s monopoly on attention-getting. For this same reason, little girl submissives do not usually do well in polyamorous relationships, preferring to be the sole object of their partner’s attention. A positive aspect of little girl types is that they are usually unwaveringly devoted to their partners and once they find a partner, they are unlikely to leave that person. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">From a purely psychological perspective, one has to wonder if the little girl type uses her wiles and charms and craves attention to cover up self-esteem issues.</span><br>
<span></span><a href="http://mistressladyleyla.blogspot.com/2012/12/the-seven-common-types-of-internet.html#more">READ MORE</a>The Mistresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388822816694814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906318741482721756.post-68643671975405764182020-07-18T09:00:00.001+01:002020-07-18T09:00:09.364+01:00BDSM 101 - an Introductory Guide to Humiliation Play for Consenting Adults<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">Humiliation, according to Wikipedia, is an abasement of
pride or mortification. It is the state of being reduced to lowliness or
submission. An example of humiliation is: "You are such a dirty little
bitch."</span><br>
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of rank, character or reputation of a person. An example of degradation is:
"If you were any fatter, we would have to get rid of your worthless
ass."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">In play though, there are various ways of humiliating a
submissive. First you can have the submissive beg for the privilege of being
humiliated. Make them aware that you are doing them a favor by doing it for
them. You can use the dirty, sexy, kinky words we all generally do not use like
the word "whore". Then you can have them do humiliating things like
drinking water from a bowl with no hands or parading them on a leash in front
of other people. It all depends on the submissive. Even having them display
themselves in a way that they would never even consider could be extremely
humiliating. Puppy play and infantilism has some definite elements of
humiliation as well. Both of these role play situations clearly show the need
to balance care and love with the humiliation. Some submissives need far less
to become mortified or ashamed. As it is a lot of submissives are ashamed of
being submissive in the first place and having them ask for what shames them,
is a great way of putting a submissive right back into his or her place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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BDSM realm, this is also the reason that so many people end up getting
accidentally hurt. All too often someone is watching a pornographic movie and
sees someone drip wax on his or her partner and suddenly they are rummaging
through their kitchen cabinets looking for a candle that they can experiment
with. “It looked so easy in the movie…” or “The women in the movie seemed to
really like it so...” are phrases the emergency room staff have undoubtedly
heard time and time again. Although most individuals probably make up some
story about accidentally dropping a candle on their naked genitals or knocking
a candle over and splashing wax all over their bare back as they turned; having
worked in an ER I myself heard a few excuses such as these, although you
honestly are suspicious about the method of the injury the means is always
quite clear. Wax play done improperly can lead to first and second-degree
burns, pain and permanent scarring.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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very basic safety tips and details that you need to know prior to exploring the
wondrous avenue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">What type of wax are you using? Each type of wax has a
different melting point. The melting point is the temperature that the wax must
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Having re-read the article, I remembered the anger I felt during a 'Drag Queen' event I hosted a couple of years ago. <br>
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I had a good friend who offered the use of his pub for our party. The venue happened to be a 'gay' pub. Naively, I didn't see any issues arising from the event being held in a gay pub. But, what actually took place - behind the scenes- as you might say during the evening, shocked me. There was a definite divide amongst the two sets of party attendees. There was an almost aggressive animosity from the 'regular' lesbian pub goers towards the transgendered / transsexual and cross dressing party attendees. <br>
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At first, I really couldn't work it out. I remember marching in late 80's (yes - I was still a wee girl then) and 90's throughout London, fighting for 'gay rights', EQUALITY and acceptance. I couldn't understand how or why, one section of a minority group ( who should understand the struggle for acceptance and equality ) could be so against the struggles of another? <br>
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As is my character, I started asking questions.... The one comment I can clearly remember was this: "I may be a lesbian, but I'm still ALL woman! Not some wannabe. My pussy's real."<br>
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You can imagine, the anger and disappointment I felt. <br>
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Going back to the article I read: <span></span><a href="http://mistressladyleyla.blogspot.com/2020/03/the-great-transsexual-radical-feminist.html#more">READ MORE</a>The Mistresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388822816694814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906318741482721756.post-14979767003925898822020-03-17T23:50:00.000+00:002020-03-17T23:50:11.471+00:00BDSM Lifestyle Versus Play<br />
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Najee is an accomplished author and speaker. He advocates freedom above all
else. I enjoy reading his articles and have decided to include some, from time to time, on this Blog.</span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">What do you like about BDSM? Why are you involved? What is
it that attracted you and what do you want to get out of it? Questions such as
these will determine the direction one opts to take with this genre known as
BDSM. As with most things in life, the answers will be individual in nature.
Each person is different with goals and aspirations that are personal. That
being said, the arena we are in is large enough to fit everyone.</span></i></b></blockquote>
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<a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1TtOWgfE0EQ/T1F-KhMbdhI/AAAAAAAAD6M/MLBCLJl_2igA5-tdVK3pBedibcNf1kGjgCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/role-play_-dominatrix-800X800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="223" data-original-width="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1TtOWgfE0EQ/T1F-KhMbdhI/AAAAAAAAD6M/MLBCLJl_2igA5-tdVK3pBedibcNf1kGjgCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/role-play_-dominatrix-800X800.jpg" /></a><i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Most find this way of life through the imagery presented on
the Internet. We all have noticed the "porn" based pictures and
videos promoted by the X-rated industry. Intending to sell more of their
product, the World Wide Web is flooded with images depicting the BDSM lifestyle
as a sex and bondage show. While there is some realism to what is presented in
that some of us implement parts of what is seen, few of us live that way on a
daily basis. The truth is we have lives to live.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">There are many whose sole interest in BDSM is to "wake
things up in the bedroom". If one enters this arena for the main purpose
of enhancing the sex in one's relationship, then that is the answer the person
is seeking. Many utilize BDSM for role playing and some of the other fetishes
offered. These people seek nothing more than play and should not be considered
in the "lifestyle". However, they should not be degraded for their
decisions either.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">At the same time, there are those who engage in BDSM for the
"scening" only. What this means is the person wants to be involved in
non-committed power exchange scenes. Some will utilize the services of a
professional while others will attend munches or clubs where this activity is
commonplace. Again, the sole purpose is some short-term satisfaction usually,
but not always, on a physical level. Even those who follow this course for some
emotional or mental benefit do so on a limited basis.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Please hear me when I tell you there is nothing wrong with
adapting aspects of BDSM for play only. This is a wonderful way to enhance
one's sex life and if things got a bit stale, BDSM is a way to liven things up.
Bondage, power exchange, and impact play are done by millions of couples even
without the foreknowledge that they are involving themselves with BDSM. The
goal is to follow whatever makes one happy.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The word lifestyle is a term that I never truly liked.
Nevertheless, it is fitting in the sense that it denotes those people who have
a deeper commitment to this way of life than just scening. When I look at BDSM,
it is not a lifestyle I chose as much as it is my life. This is what I live
each day. I do not awaken and opt for a dominant role but, rather, simply fall
into it. Interacting with one who is submissive is natural to me because of
what is within me. This is not something that is created or developed as much
as it is uncovered. It took a while and was a bit of a process. And it is
something that most who pursue this path deeply undergo.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">To me, those who choose this as a lifestyle have a power
exchange relationship at the core of their lives (or desire one). This is a
distinction from those who want to add a little spice to their lives. Many are
perfectly content with a relationship based upon equality. However, those of us
who found our way here realized at some point that was not for us. A dominant
wishes to have the power tilted in his/her favor while a submissive is desiring
that same dynamic. While the areas that power exchange pertains to varied from
each person, the common ground with all is that it exists.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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people have to this way of life. Now, I will admit that not everyone is an
advocate nor willing to engage in behavior that promotes the lifestyle as a
whole. However, because of the Internet, we seem more and more people voicing
their opinions about matters that are important to them. There are now patches
of people all over the world who hold BDSM in high regard and are willing to
defend it against the nitwits out there. More of the abusers are being
challenged and brought to light by those who take things seriously. This is a
positive sign.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWXHH9nFJn8-xhn5k31t4SGghb7JEEz24crYN94-voOBfEJyXCydCy0tE69AYTI6EzJeVHpN4BvVmmMQp6CuSI-JyLSzf7AKrLZO1ROIkX89kCO42vC2yhGclXwy4zllvxwJYd0EiZ-hEp/s1600/product_thumbnail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="140" data-original-width="99" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWXHH9nFJn8-xhn5k31t4SGghb7JEEz24crYN94-voOBfEJyXCydCy0tE69AYTI6EzJeVHpN4BvVmmMQp6CuSI-JyLSzf7AKrLZO1ROIkX89kCO42vC2yhGclXwy4zllvxwJYd0EiZ-hEp/s1600/product_thumbnail.jpg" /></a><i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It matters little whether one is hard
core into the lifestyle or just one who likes some light bondage. Every person
has a place as long as they are respectful of others and what we are about.
Sadly, this is not the case for many in the online world. Yet as time passes,
people are learning the tricks of these nitwits. With information and knowledge
comes protection. This is a positive sign for the genre overall. So, if you are
interested, enter into our world and explore whatever strikes you. It is an
open arena for anyone to try.</span></i></div>
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