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I might be a little twisted.

February 26th, 2014 3 comments

MeSo, this weekend, we argued. And I’ve restricted myself from DMs on Twitter, and any other private conversations (except for email, so if you need to discuss something with me privately, drop me a line at rayne [AT] insatiabledesire [DOT] com) because Master’s got one simple rule that I ignore constantly about private messages.

Basically, I have to ask permission before talking to people privately. Specifically men, and mostly because I used to get myself into conversations I shouldn’t be in without realizing where the conversations where heading (which only makes a difference because I was never actively looking to flirt, I’m just dumb when it comes to recognizing flirting for what it is), but he always wants to know what I’m talking to anyone about. He figures it’s his right as my owner, and he’s right. And I talk to him about pretty much everything, anyway, because we don’t do secrets and he’s my best friend, so even without the rule, I’ll eventually tell him.

I don’t really follow conversations into dangerous zones when I’m talking to women privately (even gay women), so if anyone’s being discriminatory (someone once accused him of that), here, it’s me. But if I’m to be honest, I must say I’ve never had a problem with women (even gay women) trying to drag me into conversations I shouldn’t be in. It’s always men.

Master knows I’ve restricted myself from DMs, but in truth, it was my idea, because it’s easier to just take the temptation away. I’m not trying to just ignore his rule on purpose, or pull one over on him. That would completely negate our dynamic, and indicate a much larger problem. What it comes down to is, I feel weird ignoring people until he answers me, or altogether if the answer is no, so I…just talk to them.

Apparently, somewhere along the line, I got the idea that not being impolite to other people was more important than following his orders. As if I think that, for even one second, he would care more about his reputation as my owner and husband (my behavior reflects on his training, his morals, and his manners) than whether or not I do as I’m told. Read more…

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Observations I’ve Made Based on M’s “Jokes”

May 18th, 2011 Comments off

This was actually written a couple weeks ago, and isn’t quite as relevant now as it was then. I’ve got a couple posts in the works that are more relevant to how things are going now. In the meantime, I thought something was better than nothing. Right?

When I get out of line, but it’s out of character with how I’ve been behaving lately, M has a tendency to make wisecracks about my behavior rather than reprimanding me. At least to start. If I don’t catch on, He reprimands. If I still don’t change my behavior, He punishes. These are some observations I’ve made about my behavior based on His “jokes”. Read more…

30DoK: Define Your Kinky Self by Jade

January 17th, 2011 Comments off

Jade

Rayne’s been bugging everyone for a guest post defining their kinky selves for the writing project Thirty Days of Kink. Next up, Jade of Pieces of Jade.

From Jade’s Bio: I am what you see here…and yet so much more.  These are just pieces of me, of who I am and what I do.

Day 1: Dom, sub, switch? What parts of BDSM interest you? Give us an interesting in-depth definition of what that means to you. Basically define your kinky self for us.

As Scarlet Lotus says in her first 30 Days of Kink post, much of what I have been writing about all along in my blog has been about just that: discovering who I am in kink, musing on where I’ve been, talking about where I am now, exploring where I’m going. It’s been, and continues to be, a wild ride.

I’ve been practicing BDSM for about 10 years now, off and on, and in those years have learned much about myself and what makes me tick, and yet I am still learning, all the time, and it is still hard to pin just one label on myself. Read more…

It’s really nice, right here.

October 20th, 2010 Comments off

M seems pretty intent on taking a Wanton Wednesday series.  Of which, I’ll probably be able to “borrow” a photo for HNT.  Unfortunately, He’s still working.  So here I sit, waiting for instructions.

We have a cat. A black cat with awesome golden green eyes.  Her name’s Cara.  She sleeps all the time.  Except at night, when she peeks her nose under the cage cover of Zedd’s cage and freaks him right the fuck out even though she can’t reach him.

And here come the instructions.  He’s talking about hoods.  Oh dear god.

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There’s something to be said for a man who can respond to “That hurt my elbows.” by looking around the room and saying, “Yeah, I think the guy who gave a fuck left.” without missing a beat.  And then look at my shocked and appalled expression and laugh.

“I was hoping it would hurt.” He said as He walked away.

He locked my wrists to either end of a homemade spreader bar, and put me on my knees.  Then He tugged the hood over my head.

For the first time ever, Master put clothespins on my tongue.  Ow! Four of them! Quadruple OW!

And the panic that rose every time the material clung to my nostrils was exacerbated by the pain in my calves and knees.  He has this habit of walking forward as He thrusts, which makes me bend backwards, which makes my calves and knees hurt more than they would if I just knelt there.

And as He’s reading this, He’s probably rubbing His hands together, and planning His next face fucking on my knees without the use of my hands.  He’ll probably figure out a way to make it less comfortable.  He’s already told me I need more practice on my knees.  But truth be told, the kneeling was only half of it.

I still don’t do well with things over my face.  And it didn’t help that the hood kept going up my nose in the few brief moments M would back out of my throat just far enough so I can get a breath through my nose, but like… You’d think Id open my mouth or something, but instead, I keep my mouth tightly clamped around His shaft as He lets me attempt to suck in a breath.

And like… There was something over my face, man.

But I had no trouble cumming on my back while M rubbed one off on my hooded face with only my tongue sticking out.

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Slavese

December 3rd, 2003 Comments off

I am sitting here in absolute shock and blinking my eyes repeatedly praying that this isn’t a dream. I have just happened upon an article that I mostly agree with! The funny thing is, I added the site to my favorites ages ago because I liked their version of the rose ceremony and never got around to reading the rest of the site. And now here I sit enthralled by every article I choose to read.

The article I just finished reading is written by Jack Rinella and is an answer to a question he received from someone else. The question asked is basically what’s with third person speech, capitalizing doms’ names, lower casing submissives’ names, the whole O/our thing online? Why do people use it? Is it Old Guard?

His answer basically says: No, it isn’t Old Guard. No, it isn’t mandatory. And people who use it are following a protocol that has been more recently developed than Old Guard. He refers to this type of speak as slavese. He goes on to talk about how slavese isn’t required and doesn’t make a slave “good” or “bad.” He also says that the slave should act according to his/her owners wishes, and if they’re not owned, according to what they think is right or the type of dom they wish to attract. I like that. Not too many abide by that anymore. Read more…