Laying in bed wishing it was a lady curled up next to me instead of the dog, it seems the sleepy mind is poetic.
Sleep will find me soon,
The cicadas play their chirping tune,
They sing because they are lonely,
Trying to find another in the dark,
Tonight if she was here… if only,
I too may sing.. looking for that spark.
I woke up master by standing on him. Once he was awake I demanded he let me snuggle his leg for no less than an hour.
After I was done with him i allowed master to shower and shave. I licked his leg once as he was drying off… just so he knows I helped.
I then demanded a walk.
Master stoped to talk with the landlady. So I slipped out of my leash and made him chase me. It was so much fun! Then I had to stop and poop and he caught me.
I was exhausted from playing tag with master so I took a nap on his house pants.
Then I heard a loud noise. It was scary… so I hid under masters bed.
After I was shure the noise was gone I decided to get some protection in case the noise came back. I am makeing a shank.
This may take me a while.
I was distracted from shank makeing when master suggested a car ride. I love car rides!
I love going places with master.
Oh no! It was a trap! The groomers! Quick master, escape is this way.
Why are you not comeing! It’s the groomer! Run!
I am not happy about this.. oh! Master has returned for me! I love my master.. quick! To the car!
Because he is a good master I allowed him to give me a new bone when I got home…. omg.. it’s made of compressed cheese..
I reward master by snuggling his legs.
Fear cuts and scrapes across my spine…
Sadness and loss scream and moan..
Rage.. rage is the fire.. burning the world..
Hurt is the knife.. twisting in my side..
Anguish numbs like a freezing wind..
Joy, infectious.. laughing like children..
Hope is the first breath of air..
Hate wraps the mind in darkness..
Love, sweet calm and butterflies…
Confusion, dizzying pathways..
Pride is the monolith in the feild…
Shame, alone in a corner..
Jealousy, spiteful sicknes…
Pleasure, pounding heat in the vains..
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The storm rages all around,
But how can you explain color,
To someone born blind.
What do you do with a submissive that will not listen.. or says something inappropriate.. or fails to complete a task…
You guessed it. It’s time for the dom to step in and correct the behavior. This can take many forms depending on the submissive and what they enjoy and dislike. Intensity is also a factor. Take this scenario… a sub that enjoys getting spanked misbehaves. Do you spank them? Most would think no, use a different punishment. But the devious dom (me) would spank them. At first they enjoyed it.. then a little less.. now they are openly weeping and pleading.. then they are promising never to do it again. A second example.. the sub realy likes toys. Tie them up and tie a toy pressed hard against them. Turn it on and leave the room. Check in on them in an hour and see of they are sorry yet. Or still able to form coherent thought. Using this method of turning something the submissive enjoys into a punishment avoids the paradox of punishing a submissive. I refer to the idea that you cant punish a sub that enjoys the punishment.
This is something doms with a massocist sub especially have to deal with. How do you punish if they enjoy the pain? Simple.. dont give it to them. Ignore them. This is by far one of the most cruel things a dom can do to a sub. Or make them write an apology to themselves for being so disobedient and causing themselves suffering. (This can work wonders)
Punishments can range over a widespread spectrum of things from writing…
To spanking..
To being tight laced into a corset for a set period of time.
To corner time..
To sexual acts that the submissive doesn’t like or are painful.
To pubic humiliation…
Part of the dread that a submissive feels when they are told they are going to be punished is the anticipation and not knowing what the dom will do.
Delaying punishment is another technique that works well. Telling the submissive that they will be punished and showing your displeasure but not telling them when leaves them to stew on the feelings of failure and disappointment. This can be worse than the actual punishment. Left for long enough the punishment may become a relief from the feelings of guilt. A just punishment helps the submissive to let go of guilt and move forward without all the lingering feelings you find in a more vanilla relationship.
Now let’s talk about a different aspect of punishment. What is the difference between punishment and play. Punishment is designed to modify a bad behavior. Play may use similar elements and sometimes be just as intense, but play is designed to stimulate and increase the feelings of submission in the sub. A lot of it is the headspace the dom guides the submissive into.
After the punishment it is important to talk to the submissive. Explain what they did wrong and how their actions effect your dynamic, themselves, and their dom. Talking after punishment is an essential part of the process. It shows that you care and reinforces the lesson.
Aftercare is particularly important after punishment. Often the worst part of any punishment for a submissive is the feeling of failure and disappointment. It is important that the submissive is not left to spiral down and is made to feel cared about even after makeing a mistake.
Thanks for reading and I hope this helps someone out there.
Best wishes -SirHanz
Submission.
The willingness of a submissive to open themselves to me and give up their will into my hands…. yes. This is my biggest kink.
I have saved this blog for last as i wanted to put a lot of thought into it. So take my hand and let me show you what submission is to me, and why it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
It all starts with desire.. the desire to let go… let go of control.. let go of fear.. let go of responsibilities.. let go of thought.. and just feel. No living in denial of secret needs.. no more haveing to wear the mask that you show the world. Completely free to be your deep down real self. The self that wants to be loved, protected, fucked, given honesty and trust, given permission to revel in your darkest desires and then comforted as you lay exhausted, the you that wants to just let go of everything knowing someone will let you just feel and keep you from harm, the you that wants all this more than anything but cant take the step off the cliff.
And that’s where the dominant comes in. We give that push. We push right up to the edge… then holding your hand… ask you to jump.
Through time and communication we build the trust that allows the submissive to no longer have to think about if it is something to fear or shy away from, it is enough to know that it is our will and to know we would never bring them to harm.
And when they let go and step smiling from the edge of the cliff.. *sigh* the word beauty is pale and sickly compared to how they look through my eyes.. there is no word that I can conjure that holds that feeling of awe. This gift.. so freely given.. this life.. cradled in ny hands.. extraordinary. To hold such control over another person, and know that they want that… it is both humbling and exaltent.
I could talk about what a submissive does or how they act but to me that’s not what makes submission such a kink to me. Shure.. I enjoy those things… quite a lot. But to me it’s the headspace.. the mindset.. that I find most exciting. Anyone can do what they are told. A submissive WANTS to do what they are told and gets pleasure from seeing their dom happy. Small gestures like a simple pat on the head or a “well done” mean the world to them. It’s not the words or the gesture that matter… it’s that they came from their dominant. It is the dominant showing his pleasure. And that… is something incredibly special to a submissive.
Many submissives work a long time to reach that mindset. It is part of the dominants enjoyment to teach and guide the submissive. Building them up to be the best version of themselves so they may choose to serve the dominant in more and better ways. It is a difficult road.. but the view is amazing.
For myself it all comes down to choice. Choosing to serve and learn under me is a huge thing to me. I take this responsibility vary seriously, but through it I find the unrestrained affection that I crave. It is the submissive that gives the dominant their power, their control. Without the choice and concent I have neither and would not seek to impose them. To me… forcing submission defeats the purpose. It is a gift. Freely given. Or it is not something I want. But that is just the start. Once the gift has been received and concent given.. I will push. I will dominate. And as long as it doesn’t violate a hard limit, I will absolutely force a submissive to do things. But there is a method.. a goal.. a reshaping of needs.. everything has a purpose.
And for me… that.. is my biggest kink. Submission.
Hope you enjoyed my dive into my own kink list… untill next time..
Best wishes -SirHanz
The water steams in the cold air, I lay back my head and close my eyes… enjoying the contrast of heat from within and the chill apon my skin…
Tension unfolds.. soap smells of sandalwood… the patter of feet.. a drop of water from the tap.. the splash of the water as she slips into the bath..
I smile..keeping my eyes closed, feeling her smoothness as she slides along my legs and leans back into my chest…
Her hair smells like lavender.. she draws her knees up, turning.. I can feel her breath on my cheek..
Hot water like feathers brushing agenst me.. the feel of her chest on mine.. hands on my shoulders..her breathing is quick..
I whisper… “slowly..” I can feel her frustration.. she growls softly.. hands grip tighter..
A touch beneath the water… she lowers herself… legs shake with need… her lips part..ever so slowly.. down… the heat builds..
“Stop” I feel the command strike her.. she moans.. unmoving….”wash me..” a hint of a smile touches my lips…
Hands.. arms.. chest.. she washes me carefully.. I can feel her hands shake..
Face.. neck… her legs quiver with strain..
Shoulders……… she crys out.. her legs collapse, impaling herself apon me.. I feel her spasm and shake from deep within.. sandalwood and lavender mix…
“Naughty girls…. get punished…” I open my eyes.. strong hands lift her off of me… laying her back in the water..
“Open.” She nods… her tounge is warm.. fingers in her hair.. deeper.. her throat is tight..
Her eyes shine.. she is enjoying this…
I grin as she moans from deep in her chest… she has forgotten… this is punishment..
Faster.. harder.. her hands plunge beneath the water and between her thighs..again she shivers and quakes…
Again she has disobeyed.. she knows that I could see her… use what is mine.. without permission…
The fan cools my skin.. but I am warm within her…faster.. I am close..
Time to punish my naughty girl… hands twist in her hair pulling her firmly against me..
I drop to my knees.. her eyes widen as they are pressed beneath the water..
Supprise… fear… lust.. she knows.. I will not let her breathe till I am done… her mouth tightens frantically…
Wild eyed… her chest heaves for air.. she is beautiful in her desperation… she convulses as I pour out my lust within her…
Pulling her up.. gasping.. panting.. shivering.. i hold her then.. strong arms.. warm water…
In shaking tones.. her voice like bells in the wind.. “thank you sir…i.. will be good…”
It’s cute… she thinks we are done.. i lay back in the water feeling her curl agenst my chest..
The soap surprises her as I press it into her hand.. “do.. it… again..”
She turns.. her eyes pleading.. I smile softly as she lowers herself toward me… her legs feel good against calloused hands..
She slowly draws closer… I shake my head “no… ” she bites her lip and blushes.. she knows what I want…
She leans forward… sandalwood and salty sweat drip into the water.. her blush deepens as she lowers her ass apon me…
A soft gasp as she presses me within her.. “stop.” Her eyes find mine.. “wash me..” trembling hands again slide across my arms and chest..
Her legs start to shake again as she washes…”poor girl… you look tired.. you may sit… slowly..” she groans as she sits.. engulfing me in heat..
Her head is thrown back… beads of water cling to her pale neck… my hands grip her thighs… “I am clean.. ride me.”
She moves slowly at first.. but soon the bath churns as she writhes and grinds herself against my skin..
I draw her to me… kissing the gasping lips.. stifling her cry as I fill her…
She collapses on my chest.. panting quietly….
I let my fingers tangle in her hair.. pulling her head back to look into her glazed eyes.. “Now… we are done.”
Best wishes -SirHanz
Thought I would share what I have been listening to as I lay in bed reading and trying to get sleepy enough to rest.
Puscifer – The remedy
Sam Tinnesz – Man or a monster
Meg Myers – Desire
Disturbed – The sound of silence
Apocalyptica – Broken pieces
Apocalyptica – Not strong enough
Eurielle – City of the dead
I saw her their.. waiting at the bar, I knew she would be waiting… she was a good girl.
Her black coat draped over the back of her chair, she wore a red dress.. it had a high collar, long sleeves that clung to shapely arms. My eyes traced form, being drawn magneticly to the cut out down her back showing pale skin down to just above her hips. Her hips… crimson clung to them and flowed like blood downward to end abruptly mid thigh. Her legs were crossed, letting her feet hang just above the floor. Red heels shown in the dim light.. if I did not know it was there I would not have noticed the lock that held them to her feet.
I stood and watched her.. a shining jewel amongst the clamor of the bar. She was nervous, fiddling with her napkin.. looking at her phone to check the time. She had not noticed I was there. I picked up my phone and dialed. She jumped slightly as the phone rang on the bar almost spilling her drink, she fumbled to answer. Her hands shook slightly as she lifted it to her ear. “Hello?” I grinned.. “nice dress..” she glances around trying to find me, “where are you? I dont see you.” I chuckle..”go to the bathroom, take off your panties and come back, pay your tab and leave. I will be waiting in the parking lot.”
I watched through the window as she left the bar. The misty rain formed Pearls of light on her coat as she hurried to the car. I got out, walked around the car letting the headlights intentionally catch the reflection of my eyes. One step more and I stood inches from her.. leaning down I whispered in her ear, “get.. in.. the… car..”
her knees buckled. I was already close so with one arm I caught her and with the other opened the door. Her red dress clung to my fingers as I lowered her into the seat. The smell of her hair… the dazed look in her eyes.. she was exquisite. I shut the door and hurried to the driver’s side, slipping into the seat. I turned to her.. cupping her face in my hand. And kissed her. Her eyes closed relaxing as my lips left hers.. she never even saw the blindfold. She opened her mouth to ask something but I did not give her the chance.. in went the gag. I tied it behind the headrest, binding her head in place to the seat. Now blind and mute she relaxed as i bound her hands.. first one.. then the other. With a quick jerk her hands were pulled behind her and bound tightly behind the seat. I reached over and pulled the lever to lower the backrest, laying her down next to me. Now she was hidden from view.. I turned on the radio to drown out any sound, I slowly unbuttoned her coat and laid it open. There it was… the red dress.. beautiful.. and I was going to ruin it.
Her back was arched with her hands pulled behind her. Her chest pushed upward, she was blind.. mute.. and could not hear the sound of the scissors. A trail of cold metal slowly worked it’s way upwards. It was not until I sniped through her bra that she realized what was happening. I chuckled at her muffled protest, and finished my cut.
Red fell away.. puddleing around her hips and chest.. I started the car. We drove for almost an hour with her like this. Occasionally as we stopped at a light I would reach over and twist her nipple, rolling it between calloused fingers. Or trace my fingernails up her thigh and across her belly and ribs. Finaly we had arrived. I turned off the car, by now she was sweating even in the chill of early night. I got out of the car, walking slowly around to her side. Undoing the binding on her hands I turned her on her side.. now wrapping padded leather cuffs around her wrists and clipping them together. Undoing the gag she gasped “where are we?”. I said nothing. Simply lifting her out of the seat and throwing her naked and blindfolded over my shoulder. I walked for a bit… just to confuse her a little more. We actually made a big circle coming back close to where I had parked the car. And to where I had set up the pulleys and ropes.
I stood her up and unclipped her hands, quickly clipping the cuffs to the rope. Pale moonlight cast a beautiful mosaic of shadows through The trees and across her skin. A jerk of the rope through the locking pulleys and her arms were pulled taught away from her body. Not enough to lift her but just enough to make her toes barely touch the ground. Dried leaves crunched under my boots as I casually walked toward her. I cupped her breast, putting my face close to her neck.. her skin smelled of vanilla. She whimpered, the mist starting to collect on her in tiny droplets like rhinestones in the moonlight. I left her there.. with the feel of hot breath on her neck, and retrieved the cut dress from the car. Carefully making shure she did not hear the door open or close. The red looked gray in the silver light as I bent and tied it around her ankle. A hand on her chest and a little push made her loose her balance. A pull and her foot lifted from the ground, dragged upward by crimson silk. She moaned softly as I secured it next to her wrist.. leavening her balancing on one shining heel. “Are you cold?” I said, finaly speaking. She only nodded letting her head hang forward.
The clink of the belt buckle being undone was an unmistakable sound in the quiet of the misty trees. “Then let me warm you….” the holes in the belt sang as it tore through the air, leather kissed her wet skin with fire. She bit her lip.. her body swaying slightly. The line on the back of her thigh was gray in the moonlit darkness. Again the leather kissed her.. slightly higher than the last. She jerked against the sting, her head snapping up as she realized what was to happen. Now she was babbling.. “oh no.. oh no.. not that.. please sir.. please… please…” I moved in front of her, kissing her frantic lips. A hand delicately touching the wetness and heat between her legs.. teasing.. caressing..
A sudden step back and again the leather bites.. higher.. closer.. now she jerks.. head thrown back, sweat pouring in rivulets across her chest. “Please sir.. anything.. I will.. do.. sir.. please.. not tha” CRACK! Fire engulfs her as leather bites deeply apon her clit. She screams. Sanity has gone, plunging her deep into subspace. She writhes… twisting and jerking in orgasmic bliss. I let her have her moment.. then as she calms, head hanging limply to one side, mouth agape.. I step forward and lower her gently onto the blanket I had placed behind her. Unbinding her foot and arms, gentle kisses fall like rain apon her neck and shoulders. The blindfold is pulled away.. eyes wet with tears and filled with need meet mine… “please sir.. fuck me.. I need it..” she is burning hot as I drive into her… then it is a blur.. fingernails rake.. gasping, moaning. Flesh slaps.. begging.. twisting.. crying.
Heat……….. lust………. bite……. the taste of salt……
We lay on the blanket.. her head on my chest as we looked up at the moon through the clouds and trees. Our breath is slow and even now.. “sir?” Her voice vibrates against my chest. “Yes? My lady?” My smile is soft now as I look down at her wrapped around my side. “Will the neighbors be mad?”
I chuckle and hit the button on my keys to turn on the porch light of the house. “Fuck them, they broke my weedeater.”
Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writeing it.
Best wishes -SirHanz
Collars.
There are many different meanings for collars in the bdsm community. But one thing they all have in common is they say “this is mine”.
The most common collars are these.
1. Collar of protection. The first step in the process. It signals that the submissive is still free to do as they like but are under the watchful eye and protection of a dominant. It is usually something simple, a thin leather band with a ring for example.
2. Collar of consideration. The second step. By accepting a collar of consideration a submissive is saying that they are no longer looking for a dominant, and if the dominant finds her worthy she or he may be taken into service more permanently. Think of it as the bdsm equivalent of something in between a promise ring and an engagement ring. This collar is usually of more substantial design than a protection collar.
3. Collar of ownership. This is usually the Last collar to be given. It has deep meaning in the bdsm community. It shows that the dominant has accepted the submissive as his/hers. This is not something given lightly. It is a symbol of the trust and commitment between the dominant and submissive. It is vary much like a wedding band in bdsm. These collars differ quite a bit depending on the tastes of the dominant and submissive. They can be simple or ornate, metal or leather. The important thing is the meaning it has to the dom that gives it and the sub that wears it.
I myself have one more collar. I have never given it before and am not shure I ever will.
4. The collar of life. I designed this collar myself and maybe one day will find someone devoted enough to wear it. I will make it by hand. (I have some skill as a blacksmith) it will be a Damascus steal band with silver and gold inlay. It has no hinge and must be bent around the neck of the submissive. It has an internal catch lock to close and secure it. It cannot be removed without cutting it off, once it is closed… it is permanent. This is my last collar, the last I will ever give. It is a lifetime commitment to and from the submissive. I have not made it because it must be made to the dimensions of the submissive it is to be given.
Collars in use.
Collars are more than a symbol they are tools for the dominant as well. There are many different kinds with different uses. Some are used like cuffs to secure a submissive into a certain position,
or to make them feel controlled.
Or to enforce discipline.
I am not possessive but I am protective of what is mine. And haveing a collar on a submissive makes them feel safe and cared about while giving the dominant a feeling of control and protectiveness.
Hope you enjoyed this.
Best wishes -SirHanz
Knotty Thoughts 