Fuck it.
You ever had one of those days when your so tired you want sleep more than dinner? But you know if you dont eat you will wake up starved in the middle of the night?
Yah… that’s been my day.
3 hours of sleep last night followed by 8 hours of work out in the heat. At three o’clock I thought to myself “wow, I actually dont feel too bad considering the lack of sleep and the heat.”
5 PM rolls around and I am driving home and that’s when it decides to hit me. I could barely keep my eyes open, was feeling dizzy and nauseous.
Made it home through shear willpower I think.
And now I am faced with cooking dinner.
Fuck it. Sandwiches.
Out of bread.
Fuck it. Use a bagel.
Out of mayo.
Fuck it. Just add extra mustard.
Damm I am tired…
Fuck it. Nap time.
A hot one for the ladies

Ewww… no. No. No. No.no. get your head out of the gutter. We have not even started yet!
Ok. It’s a riddle. Figure it out and try not to perv out too much…
Hint 1. It is smaller than a bread box. :p
Hint 2. You may cry out when it goes inside you.
Hint 3. You may feel a warmth deep in your belly.
Hint 4. Careful when handling it. It may drip.
Hint 5. You get different amounts depending on how hard you push.
Hint 6. Once you have had it you will come back for more.
Hint 7. With the right tools and ingredients you can make it yourself.
No more hints! First one to guess correctly wins a prize! Enjoy reality grinding on this one…. lol
Best of luck -SirHanz
Kink 109
Gags.
This can be anything from the simple to the complex and mechanical. They can serve a veriaty of purposes from quieting a submissive to inflicting discomfort or humiliation. Gags are used to manipulate the mouth of a submissive, ether to block it or to keep it open.
They can be used to muffle or silence,

Or to force a sub to be unable to hold back their voice.

They can be sexual,

Decorative,

Restrictive,

Painful,

Humiliating,

And can be made from anything. A sock, a stick and some rope, or even chopsticks and rubberbands.


Still want to lip off to your dom?
Better hope he doesn’t read my blog. 😏
Best wishes -SirHanz
The Rain
Rain has been falling all morning,
It is that humid kind of rain that makes your skin feel damp and sticky.
The kind of rain where your not shure if the droplet on your forehead is rain or sweat.
The air feels heavy, like you cant quite get a full breath no matter how deeply you fill your lungs.
Droplets of condensation form almost immediately on the glass as I pour myself an ice tea.
Lemon… definitely going to need lemon.
The grass is damp beneath bare feet as the dog tries to play in the yard.
After a short while he looks plaintively at the door wanting to go back inside.
The little prince doesn’t like to get his paws wet.
Inside he goes strait for the water bowl, then puts his paws on my leg and looks at me imploringly begging for a carrot.
I sit in my chair sipping the cool tea from the wet glass and listening to the crunching of carrot mixed with the sound of rain on the roof.

Kink 108

Orgasum denial.
The sadist in me loves this one. To bring a sub right up to the edge.. then nothing. The pleading need filled look in their eyes, priceless. This is not to say that I dont want my partner to have an orgasm, on the contrary.. I vary much do. To me orgasm denial is not about the removal of pleasure. It’s about creating a buildup to that pleasure so that when it finally arrives…. it is epic. I want them to want it so bad that it hurts before I give it to them. That kind of single minded and focused need is like crack for a dominant. It puts an incredible amount of power into our hands when a submissive would do literally ANYTHING to be allowed to cum.
Stop and think about that for a moment. The submissive is in a mental headspace at that moment wherein they have lost the ability to reason. A good domanent would never take advantage of that and do something that would brake one of the subs hard limits… but they could. And the submissive knows it. They know that if the dominant promised to let them cum as soon as they broke one of their own hard limits… that they just might do it. And the dominant haveing that kind of power over them just pushes them deeper into subspace.
In some ways orgasm denial is both punishment and reward. The frustration experienced by the submissive while entertaining as hell for the dominant can feel cruel to the submissive. If it is not a punishment be shure to keep telling the submissive that it’s not and that you are pleased with them. That takes the edge off the cruelty and just leaves them with the need and frustration.
And after the mind shattering orgasm that is shure to follow an extended period of denial and edgeing… aftercare will definitely be needed.
Best wishes -SirHanz
Not Perfect by a long shot.

So for anyone who was wondering… “there has got to be something wrong with that guy”
I can tell you that you are definitely correct.
The biggest thing is probably this…
I cant remember numbers.
Dead serious. 3 to 5 min and they are gone.
With enough repetition I can remember a few things.. the year I was born… my birthday.. the last four digits of my ssn. And some others.
It took me 5 years to learn my new phone #. And I still dont know my own address. Oh I know the street names.. but not the numbers.
I keep the most important numbers written on cards in my wallet.
When I was first entering school as a child my parents were really worried by this. They thought I might be “slow” so they did the responsible thing and got my IQ tested. The result surprised them.
I am an idiot savant.
The part of my brain that deals with remembering numbers does not work right.
But problem solving and pattern recognition is vary high. And I remember color perfectly. I’m not talking about remembering that the car that just drove past was blue.. I’m talking about knowing exactly what shade of blue it was.
As I grew other things started to show…
My sister decided to join the school band and picked the flute to play. She brought it home and was trying to practice but the poor girl could barely get a note from the instrument. So I asked if I could try it.. and I played. It was easy.. no thoughts required. I thought of the sound I wanted and just played it. I had discovered something new. As for my sister.. she was crushed, the poor girl. She did eventually learn to play. But she had a leg up on me once she did. Near photographic memory. She looks at the music sheet once and she can play the song anytime. Me? I never learned how to read music. I can only play by ear.
And as I have aged I have discovered a few more little things like that but they are few and I never really developed any of them. Maybe that is another flaw?
But wait! There’s more!
Proactive laziness.
No… I dont go out of my way to be lazy.
I work crazy hard so I will have more time to be lazy. People are always telling me “wow! You got that done fast! You’re such a hard worker!” And I am thinking “yah.. now I can sit down and chill for a while ” I make a mental list of things I need to get done and then work hard to get them all done in the most efficient way I can. Want to annoy me? Add more things to my list after I think I am done. Yah….. that will grind on me good because I am already tired and now your cutting into my relaxing time. Soooo flaw?
Another? You mean there’s more? Yup.
I am too nice.
Wait you say.. that’s not a flaw…
Really? Let’s see… I have been hurt a lot because I tend to overlook my own wellbeing to help others.
People try to take advantage of me because they equate “nice” with “soft” or “easy target ” I am not. But it is annoying to have to sort through people to figure out what they really want from me.
Aaaannnd that creates trust issues.
Combine that with being emotionally destroyed in the past and yah… trust takes time with me.
Well.. now you know the big ones.
The little flaws I am working on whenever I find them. Because I am a curious guy I have learned a LOT of things in my life and as a consequence tend to try to help by explaining things to others. Often they are annoyed because they wanted to figure it out for themselves. I am trying to cut back on that.
I guess that’s enough self reflection for now.
It’s ok to be imperfect, it’s not ok to stop trying to be better.
Best wishes -SirHanz
Kink 107

Sensory deprivation.
Just so you know what kind of twisted mind your dealing with, I was sooo tempted to leave this post totally blank. Seriously.. the thought had a huge ole smerk plasterd across my mug.
But in the end I decided not everyone would see the humor in it as I did. So off we go… into the world of sensory dep.
Sight. Probably our most fundamental of senses. It orients us to the world around us and our physical place in it. It is often our first early warning system to avoid danger. When taken away… unless you are trained to deal with it we feel fear and often everything feels dangerous. Imagine you are in a room full of evenly spaced tables and chairs. Suddenly someone turns off the light and shuts the door leaving you in complete darkness. You know you must find the lightswich on the other side of the room…what is the first thing you feel? Anger that someone stole your sight? Fear that you cant remember where all the tables and chairs are? Do you need to tell yourself to calm down? Are you worried that the person that shut off the lights may still be in the room? All these thoughts crash through you in a few seconds. At first you dont move as your brain struggles to orient itself. Which direction was the lightswich? Do you then move slowly with arms outstretched to try to feel if you are about to bump into something?
Touch.
Now imagine the same scenario but with your hands bound behind your back encased in thick gloves. You can no longer feel the tables if you bump into them, it just becomes hard to move forward. You cant even feel the stress sweat beading on your neck and lips. But it’s ok… you can hear the footfalls of the people walking past the door, you can smell the flowers on the table to your left and right.. you can taste the fresh air from the ac vent by the wall mixed with the salt of sweat..
Smell.
No more flowers. No more smell of your perfume. No more anything.
Taste.
The fresh air is gone. You dont know if its flowing or not.. are you going to run out of air? How tightly is this room built? The taste of salt is gone.. are you still sweating or are you just feeling hot and uncomfortable?
Hearing. No more footsteps. No more sounds of tables scraping the floor when you bump into them.. only the sound of your heart beat and the blood rushing in your ears..
You are alone in the void.. you can move but how will you know if your getting anywhere? There is only you.. time looses all meaning.. moments feel like hours.. and then a touch In the darkness.. your mind snaps like a whip focusing entirely on where you where touched, how hard, how long… anything for a point of reference.
This is the magic of sensory deprivation. It forces the mind to only focus on the sensation given to the submissive through touch. Because that is the only connection to the world outside of the void you have left them in the mind clings to it like it is the only thing in the universe. Through the whole process of slowly taking away the senses you are putting the mind under more and more stress to seek out stimulus. And with endorphins and elevated heart rate the skin becomes extra sensitive as the mind desperately seeks some kind of stimulation. A simple touch can bring a rush of pleasure. Things that before where a bit painful are turned to pleasure as the brain rewards the body for finding something… anything.. in the dark of the void.
The key to good sensory deprivation play is for the dominant to understand what is happening to the mind and body of the submissive. It takes trust from the submissive and a strong sence of self. Leaving a weak willed sub in sense dep for an extended period of time is literally torture and can cause serious mental trauma. Know your sub well before attempting this. And give them an out. A ball in the hand that they can drop to be released for example.
Hope you have enjoyed this little journey into sensory deprivation play.
Untill next time..
Best wishes -SirHanz
#Adulting

Yup. Nuggets, soda, jalapeno peppers, beer and toys and coffee. Feeling worn out from the heat and didnt want to cook tonight.
Avatar.
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I am the avatar.
The embodiment of me.
The real deal.
Dust and blood.
Oil and leather.
A storm locked in a box.
The harmonic of memory.
The martyred heart.
The complex mind.
A Finder of beauty.
Keeper of secrets.
The artists hand.
The one who builds.
The Heat and the light.
The stone that waits.
I am the avatar of myself.
Best wishes -SirHanz