So Simple

"What do you want from me?" she said.

"Obedience," said He.

slave freya
(always questioning, always testing)

Opinions

Sometimes opinions make me sick. Especially opinions that criticise what others do or say.
If what others do or say doesn't affect you, and it doesn't break the law, why do you care?
Those wonderfully opinionated superior people are often amazing to behold. God bless them.

Just my little rant for the day.

So, how did you meet?

It seems to me that whenever someone new appears in any one's life, people, in general, are curious as to how they met. Most often, my stock response to such inquiries would be that we met on the Internet. For those who wanted more details, i would indicate that we met though one of the many sites devoted to matching compatible singles. Any more details than that, they really didn't need to know, especially since i have always refused to listen to the opinions of others as to what i should or should not do, or how i should or should not live. Anyway, if they knew the whole story, i'm sure i would have been bombarded with opinions, advice, and with dire predictions about the consequences of my rash actions.

For you see, i went beyond joining a common garden variety matchmaking site. Since i had a good handle on my particular needs and desires, i knew that i would be wasting my time at vanilla venues. i was looking for more "unique" experiences. Therefore, after carefully considering my options, i became a member of some "alternative lifestyle" sites devoted to getting down to the basics in sexual matters. You see, i was primarily looking for a passionate, experienced, sexually dominate, sometimes sadistic, man with inventive tendencies, and i knew the best place to find what i was looking for was at these specialized Internet locations. To be honest, i really had no time for the slow unearthing of another person's sexual proclivities. The need to know, and the need to know sooner rather than later, was uppermost in my mind. After all, at the time, i just wanted someone who's kinks matched mine. i didn't want a romance, a husband, or a soul mate. i just wanted to have unfettered deviate sex.

So, at the end of the inevitable process of elimination, exploratory e-mails, lengthy phone calls, and the nervously anticipated first meeting, i found the dominate man i was looking for. i found the man who would, in time, become my Master. i found Him on the Internet.

Think Again

Unfortunately, there are still too many people who think that once a woman reaches a "cetain age", or time in life, sex is of little interest or concern, and is just so much bother.


Perhaps it's just the thought of mom and pop, or even grams and gram pa, engaging in any type of sexual activity, and enjoying it, that is too unsettling and unseemly for way too many "enlightened" people. After all, can you picture anyone you know over 60 in a sexual situation? You do get my point, don't you. Well, folks try a new way of thinking because that "cute little old couple" down the street, or down the hall, might be doing things that are anything but cute, and having a grand old time doing it. In support of the obvious enthusiasm exhibited by seniors when it comes to sex, i would note that in Fetlife one of the largest and fastest growing groups is the 50+ crowd.



Yes, Virginia, contrary to popular belief, old people do have passions, desires, and sex, even kinky sex. And by the way, if you didn't already know, all of us are not shocked, confused, or distressed at the mention or thought of unusual, some might say deviant, sexual practices. In fact, i'm pretty sure that oldsters the world over are engaging in some of the same kinky, perverted pleasures.



Remember, just as you can't judge a book by its' cover, neither can you judge it by the year that it was published.

connecting

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Sometimes i wonder why, at this time of my life, this slave has decided to blog. Something, until now i have had no desire to do. Then i think of how much my life has changed and, because of those changes, i have developed a need to connect, to communicate in some fashion with others. Those other persons who might understand how i have decided to live the rest of my life. Those other women who live as and call themselves slaves. Believe me, a few years ago i would never have conceived of giving up my "freedom" to be a slave to anyone for any reason. To give myself over to the will of another was unthinkable. It wasn't happening. Nope, not interested.

Up until a couple of years ago my life was fairly predictable. i was married in my twenties, had two children, back to school in my thirties, then a career that gave me satisfaction. With grown children, my husband and i had looked forward to retirement. Three years ago this month he died, and the course of my life changed.

Getting back to the original purpose of this entry, that is my interest in blogs and blogging. In my quest to find out as much as i could about "different loving", along with other sources of information, i started reading personal accounts of Master/slave relationships. I had to know if it could work, and if it could, how?

Without a doubt, i have read some amazing blogs written by diverse bloggers with compelling life stories to tell. What ties them all together, however, is their commitment to those they love. Such devotion to another is rare even in the best of circumstances, and often the challenges to that devotion could be daunting to those less determined. I have found that we slaves, above all else, are determined. We are determined to make each of our unique slave positions as self fulfilling and as satisfying to our Masters as possible.

Being a slave, however, is a lonely proposition. i think that's where blogging comes in, the connecting, the communicating. For me at least, i need to connect with others with similar ideas and behaviors. i need to know that there are others who are out there living life on their terms and conditions. . . .living and loving being slaves.

Inevitable

Open letter to me,

Don't expect your M/s relationship, or any other intimate relationship for that matter, to be tomorrow what it is today. In my observations, it seems that intense relationships over time will either be nonexistent or will have been altered to accommodate changes in conditions, attitudes, or abilities. In short, you can't escape the challenges of just existing and exploring the boundaries of your coupling. Without a doubt, you will discover that your Master is not always so masterful, and He will find out that his slave isn't always so blissful in her submission. In fact, in many cases, what is now an inconceivable situation may be just around the corner. You never know.

Please try to mentally prepare yourself for the inevitable changes to come, some wished for, some not. Try to consider, from time to time, what if. . . . . .?

Ah, The Cage

This slave had been in the cage twice before. Each of those times had been for punishment and correction. On those occasions, i protested and railed against the unfairness of it all. But, as always, slave eventually acquiesced and quietly descended to the cellar and the steel enclosure only to be released at His will.

This time, however, it was different. Yesterday i asked Master to put me in the cage. This slave has not figured out exactly why, but felt it was necessary. Wise Master agreed to let slave spend some time there. So, Master took slave's robe off, got a blanket from the closet, and proceeded to escort me downstairs to the cage. This slave crawled into the cage wearing collar, slippers, and clutching the blanket. Master locked the door and went back upstairs.

After awhile, Master came back to check on His slave and found His cunt, as He said, "gooey". He had me back up to the door. Master put His hand inside His cunt and began to stroke His property ever so gently at first, then increasing the pressure and pace until His slave came at His command. It was wonderful. Contented, this slave pulled the blanket around shoulders and slept for hours, waking when Master came downstair to announce that slave's daughter was on the phone.