House of X – Humble beginnings

Every thing and every one, must start somewhere.  The House of X started many years ago in a plan, as a dream, to build a home dedicated to BDSM.  Slaves we agree to take in will not be in sexual service to the Master of the house, but we will enforce protocols and slave training.  The plan is now in its humble beginnings.

There is a tremendous amount of construction that will have to happen before the House of X is ready to take in house slaves.  There will be dust, and confusion, and construction issues.  But the house needs something sold, a steady and dependable aspect.  That will be the 7pm protocol.  This protocol states that dinner will be a sit down dinner served every evening at 7 pm.

So without further ado, I give you the very first 7pm protocol.

The mats, napkins glasses are gold in color. The plates and flatware black. In the back corner sits a cast iron hitching post. If I had four of these, I’d make a new bed. Still, what better place to chain your slave, than to a hitching post. The room has a single corner lamp, and is mostly lit by candles. We have seating for Master X at the end, my slave at my right, and room for three guests. Eventually, we’ll put in hardwood floors and a table for 8-10.

I and some helpers spent the day doing demolition, and removing carpeting.  Everything needs a good cleaning… All in good time.  Humble beginnings are good.

Construction stopped at the estimated time.  The first course was ready about ten minutes early.  The meal called for garlic bread, which was about three minutes late.  But could be excused as long as drinks were served. We’ll work on our timing.

Carpe Diem my friends..  And a happy new year..  Go be someone’s great day!

 

 

Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl

Over the holidays I have been reading a book by a former slave.   An un-consensual slave.  The author is Harriet Jacobs.    The key point I came away with was how strikingly similar the language of the un-consensual slave owner is with the consensual slave owner.

Harriet was a black woman, and the property of a white man.  At around 15 years of age, Harriet’s Master began to take an unwelcome interest in her.  Harriet’s Master wanted to use her body for sex.  This was in a age when a woman’s virtue defined her worth and value.  She was a strong willed and religious woman and the idea of having her virtue stolen was repelling to her.  He tried everything short of torture.  He even built a house where he promised her that she could live as a free woman, as long as she gave him sex when he wanted.  Harriet had no interest what-so-ever in her owner.  She chose to have sex with another white man, and bore children by him.  Under the laws of that time, her owner had the very real and legal right to torture her until nearly dead, or even kill her.  He did not.  He was a doctor and tried to maintain the respect of the community.  If it got out that he tortured his female slave, to steal her virtue, it might taint his reputation.  So he fumed and plotted but never was able to  force this strong willed woman into submission.

Many other slave were not so lucky.  The tortures many endured is unspeakable.   It was not uncommon for an owner or his sons to use the female slaves as sex toys.  In blunt terms to rape them.. or coerce them into submission.  In turn, you would think the wives of these victims would sympathize with and protect them but instead they tended to hate the victims.  They tended to blame the victims for the sins of their men.  And then there is the greatest atrocity of all.  The children born of these rapes… the sons and daughter of the men who committed these acts.. did not get to live with their fathers like normal children.. no!  Often a Master’s son or daughter would be sold immediately so that they wouldn’t have to see their own genes.. their own offspring.. their own faces and features laboring in the fields for them.

These animals sold their own sons and daughters into slavery, rather than face what they had done.  As if the crime of selling your own children wasn’t evil enough, the daughters would be more fair skinned, basically insuring that their next owner would find them more attractive and therefore more likely to be the next generation of rape and coercion.

If Harriet loved her Master, or if she had been bought by the man who fathered her children, perhaps she would have been OK with being a slave, perhaps not.  Harriet was a strong willed woman.  She didn’t love her Master.  He was much older, she much younger.  Surely there was no physical attraction.  And in this age, even a slave, her virtue was something she wished to protect.  She was compelled by law to be his property.   She had no choice in that.  Even so, she refused to be dragged into a dark corner and used.  Choice is everything.  Consent is everything.   Its why we in the BDSM community make a huge deal of consent violation.  Nothing is more critical to a successful Master-slave relation, then consent.

So often, Harriet’s Master said to her.. you are my property.  I can do as I please with your body.   I say these words myself to my own property.   When these words rolled off the tongue of Harriet’s Master, they were evil.  Yet when they roll off mine, both my slave and I see this as something wonderful.   Where does the difference lie?  What changes these words from evil to warmth, is hard for some to see.  My own slave is often strong willed.  She too often resists my directions.. though never for sex.. its more often a small seemingly insignificant thing. But the fact she CAN raise an objection and have it count is important.  The real key is that unlike Harriet, if my slave reaches an impasse, she is free to leave.

Yes, un-consensual slavery is evil.  Yes, it is wrong to take away a persons liberty, their choices and their freedom.  All around us, there are forces at work all the time which seek to nibble away at our choices.  Your body should not be owned by the invisible collective will of the people we call a government.  Seat belt laws, and motorcycle helmet laws are about forcing you to make choices to protect yourself, but these are also tiny little dents into the decisions you can make, the risks you can choose to make with your own body.  Where does it stop?  If you are dying of lung cancer, and know you faced a slow painful death, drowning a little more each day as blood slowly filled your decaying lungs, shouldn’t it be your choice to do with your life, as you will?  Assisted suicide may be something you oppose, but who are we to tell another what they can or cannot do with their life?    We need to hold onto our freedoms, and not give them away to quickly or easily to the faceless collective we call the government.  Even the small concessions are important, because of that thing we call a slippery slope.

What we need and should have is the right to put our trust in who we choose.  If we choose to turn to another, to give our lives into the protection and custody of a Master, why should that not be allowed?  Certainly our faceless, juggernaut of governmental bureaucracy wants this power.  What gives government the right to TAKE with one hand, our right to consent while at the same time denying us the right to GIVE consent with the other hand?  Wherein does that twisted logic lie?  The nameless, faceless collective we call government feels that taking us into protective custody is its right and perhaps even its duty.  But we as free citizens are not allowed to make the very same choice if we turn to an individual for warm, security and protection.  Wherein lies the difference?  What fundamental right of humanity decrees that governments are the only system by which one person may entrust their well being to another?

Our choices are slowly eroding all around us.  In her chains, my slave finds her freedom but that freedom is not the same as being chained to a faceless bureaucracy that knows only the laws and loopholes of its control legitimized by the laws it creates.  It is in the care, the love, and the trust that we share, that my slave dares give this control to me.  And she knows that at anytime, consent can be withdrawn.   Not so with un-consensual slavery, or its doppelganger cousin,  the overbearing government intrusion that invades every aspect or our lives and choices.

Being in a Master and slave relation is not perfect.  Often there are disagreements.  Just today, I had to put my foot down on a decision regarding Izrina.  In the idealized world, every slave is happy to do Master’s bidding and trots off happily at the next task given.. Happy to serve.  Often it IS that way.  Sometimes it is not.  When it is not, I become like a bulldozer.   I am a juggernaut, an unstoppable force that cannot be moved or avoided.  I will have my way.  Not violently, but steady and persistent.  An unmovable force.  When I am like this, it is for the betterment of the house.. no dishes left in the sink, finances organized, a schedule for visits to the gym.  Since I have come into Izrina’s life, many, many things have improved for her.. especially in areas of health and finance… not because I did for her, but because I compelled her to do for herself.   This is the power of a Master.  This is what we bring into a slaves life.  In the nilla world, I could be a life coach, a trainer, an efficiency expert.  I am all these things and more, to my dear property.

The Master slave life isn’t for everyone.  But systems of power are all around us.  Your parents exercised near total control over your early choices.  Police may issue any command and you are compelled to obey under most circumstances.  Your employer holds incredible sway over your decisions as they are the source of that which provides your food, shelter and clothing.  Military groups may compel you to serve, making your body the legal property of the government.. a very real modern day version of slavery.

Yes, un-consensual slavery is wrong and evil.  But so to is any system of power that removes your right to make decisions about your own body, and your possessions.  It must be a fundamental right of every human to pursue what we choose to believe.. and to give our time and service to that which we believe in.  We need to be conscious always of the choices that are taken away from us, and to fight to keep our freedoms.

Yes, the right to give up our freedom too is a right we must fight for as well, as twisted as that may sound.  We all seek a place in society, at various levels, and we must be free to choose at what level we will serve, and to whom.   Because systems of power are normal, we must be free to choose what we are comfortable with, what systems we will give authority to, and which ones we won’t.

Its not a simple subject.   That which seeks to take without consent is evil.   At its essence, no one has a right to use force to take from us.  We all have a right to use force to protect things from being taken from us.  To paraphrase the latest Star Wars, we don’t win by killing what we hate, we win by protecting what we love.

Yeah, it takes thought to figure out what you want, and what contributions you will make to help shape the forces around us.  Never forget that true happiness comes when you are a source of happiness.  When you are someones great day, your own great day is assured.  As you fight the good fight to hold onto your right to choose, never forget that to give is to receive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anal sex – every man should try this

My last blog was all about anal sex and why I fantasize but am not really keen on actually doing it.  That being said, there is one form of anal the every man should try.

Did you know that when humans first form in the womb, we all begin as women?  Well, technically, we start with the ability to be either male or female.  In the embryonic state a developing human has no anatomic or hormonal sex. . When the sex-determination process begins, we both will have nipples, but a line that could become the vagina might turn into a ridge on the scrotum.  During this time the genital bud grows into the penis or a clitoris.  Sexually speaking, men and woman share a large number similarities, most likely because of our common origins.  For example, both men and women ejaculate.

But here is the key point that men should think about.  A woman ( if she is lucky) has at least two anatomical areas she can orgasm from.  Actually I’ve know women who orgasm from the touch of my fire play or other ways..  but from an anatomical perspective, we know that some women orgasm from stimulation of the clitoris and some from penetration against the G-spot, and some very lucky women from both.

Men.. think about that.  How lucky are women to have TWO spots that can be stimulated to orgasm.  Doesn’t seem fair.  Us with our one big bundle of nerves begging to be squeezed and sucked.  Don’t you wish you could have two spots like women?  Wish no more.

Many men might have a problem with something stuck up their ass, but guess what?  Just as a finger that enters a vagina, and curls forward towards the stomach wall touches a woman’s G-Spot, a finger up your ass and curled towards your stomach touches your male g-spot.  If this is news to you, don’t go straight out and try it.  You want to combine it with something else.  Just as some women get off on just the clitoris, or just penetration, some men have difficulty getting off from just their male g-spot.

What your really want to do is have your slave.. or girl friend start some good old fashioned oral service, and when you’ve braced yourself for this new experience, let her stimulation YOUR g-spot while she goes down on you.  This may cross a line with you, maybe you are too much of a man’s man to let a woman go there, but let me tell you what… its one of the most awesome blow jobs you’ll ever get.

Well assuming you don’t have a problem someone asked me about.. it appears his male g-spot is a little deeper than her finger can reach.  So if you have that problem, or if she had really long nails, you might want to find a long skinny vibrator.. something finger sized but longer.  Right.. I can imagine THAT suggestion is definitely going to be a line some men can’t cross.  If so.. try reminding yourself that if you order it, you are still in charge, and its your partner that determines if you are heterosexual or homosexual, not what you do with them… so lighten up!

Its an important point, so let me dive deeper. If you order your slave to spread their legs so you can go down on them… yes, you are performing oral service but you are still in charge.  Its who makes the decisions, not what you do that ultimately determines who is the Master.  And its not what you do with them, but who you do it with that determines your gender preferences.  You can be a masochist and a Master if you are ordering the pain. At the end of the day, don’t let others make decisions for your limits.

So, that’s right bucko…  If you have a ready and willing partner, and you never did this before, screw up your courage for something new.  THIS you gotta try.  FYI.. prostitutes have used this trick as a way to shorten a blowjob and turn more tricks in a night….  like…. forever… But what do you care where the info comes from?   Now got out there and discard your female g-spot envy.. pleasure awaits!

 

 

BDSM and Anal sex

I am not much into anal sex…. but then again I am.   That statement will require some explanation.

 

When my protege asked me to take control of his slave for a night so that he could observe and learn, I readily agreed.  I had given Izrina into the hands of an older Master for the same reason.  This wasn’t a sharing of her for sex, it was an exercise in experiencing that a slave is property… and the control of one Master is not the same as another, on many, many levels.

Towards the end of the evening, I had her down on all fours and acting as a very human pet.. and we began to play fetch.  She obediently did so, but readily gave up the toy instead of playfully holding onto it with her teeth..  So  suggested to her that she become more playful, and when she did I suddenly found myself with red wood.  A towering hard and throbbing erection.  It was then that I turned control of her back to her Master.  Even if no one else knew I was crossing a line, I did.  I like to think I have some honor.

I told you that story to illustrate that when I totally control a slave, that is what really arouses me.  When first training Izrina, while in her collar of consideration, she was required to call me Sir.  Just having this inexperienced slave whisper “Sir” was enough to make me hard.  When she earned her training collar, she moved up to calling me “Master”.   The excitement of hearing “Master” has worn off a bit so I look for new ways to revive the excitement.

Anal is potentially one of those ways I could exercise that sense of control.  My slave is for my pleasure, and all three holes are mine for the taking.  But then I have never much been into anal.  Its tight, yes, but not naturally lubricated.  A mouth or a pussy is just so wet.  When Izrina is wet, its like a gift… her body has naturally responded to my demands, producing wetness for me to enter and enjoy.   The sensation of her tightening around me, of the warmth, the wetness is heavenly.   As she nears orgasm and I can feel the tightening, my cock pushing aside the collapsing wetness with each thrust, the pleasure is nearly indescribably.  Not so with anal.

Anal is naturally dry.   It can be painful.  I like painful.. but the good pain, not the bad.  Dry anal sex is bad pain.  Still, going there for me is all about the control.  It is taking something that on some levels and with many people, is forbidden and offensive.

With artificial lubricants, that tightness can be quickly become pleasurable.  But the lubricants do not renew themselves and being an older gentleman, I tend to do all night once, what I once used to do all night.  With anal, I have to stop periodically to replace what isn’t naturally replaced.

In short, its a pain in the ass on two levels… I can get the same feeling of control in the other two holes by talking dirty.  I can order oral service, and while stroking Izrina’s hair, compliment her on what a good little cock sucker she is.  Talk like this evokes an odd sense of control, mingled with some sort of forbidden fruit.  Using offensive terms like, slut, cock sucker, pussy, bitch, and others elevates me while lowering her.. It drives home Master and slave positions.  It drives feelings too complex to unravel.  And yet through it all she is my most prized possession.  Such an odd game and yet so exciting.

But again.. a slave’s body is there for the use of the Master or Mistress that owns it.  And this is where we talk about rights.  When we talk about BDSM slavery, we are talking about consensual slavery.  I have read books written by real slaves.  Both consensual and non-consensual slaves are property, and their body is free to be used by its owner in any way.  The words are exactly the same from both consensual and non-consensual owners.. Your body is mine to do with as I please.

It is consent that turns slavery turn 180 degrees from abhorrent to pleasurable.  But consent does not diminish the fear.  The limits a Master will recognize must be a point of concern, and plays on the level of trust you have. At the start of a relation, there are negotiations.  In that time, hard limits are set.

A slave has the right to request anal be a hard limit, and a Master has the right to decide not to keep a slave that doesn’t give him or her what they want.  Its a two way street, bound by the rules of consent, and grounded in the pursuit of mutual happiness.  You have to talk, and learn about each other, and then you move forward.  As a new slave or Master, you have to decide if your prospect is compatible.  I strongly suggest that you base your relations more on trust than hard limits.  There is an exciting terror and excitement in what the person you trust will do with that trust.

Peeing, anal, roman, face fucking.  There are so many places you as a Master may wish to go, or as a slave, may hope the Master you serve will take you.  But it can’t be a complete surprise.  You have be clear, and you have to have an idea what a Master will do.

Speaking for myself, if you didn’t make something a hard limit, you can be damn sure if I want to go there some day, it will happen.  If it is something you consider unpleasant, but not a limit, I’ll take that too, but with an effort to turn it to pleasure.  I am not a fan of constant re-negotiations. Ha!  Unless its to remove a hard-limit on something I want.

But back to anal.  To take the conversation even lower, there are some health considerations with anal sex.  The anus lacks natural lubricant as I mentioned, so misjudging or not replenishing lubricant can lead to tearing and fissures inside.  The body will heal, but the presence of blood is not a good thing.  We are talking bad pain.. at least for my slave.  Maybe not so for others.

The sphincter is what makes it so tight.. and in time anal may stretch that which will lead to anal leaking.   Then there are hemorrhoids and polps, both of which will be aggravated by anal sex.  The anus is full of bacteria which means while it is exciting to push the boundaries and go ass to mouth, or ass to pussy, there is a real danger in vaginal and urinary tract infections.  So make that a pain in the ass on three levels.

So do I like anal?  Yes and no.  Its one of those things that when I think about it in a fantasy context is very exciting, but when I get to actually doing it turns me off.  Its a bit like force fantasy.  When it is all play or fantasy its exciting, but when you begin to wrap you head around a non-consensual experience, force fantasy rapidly turns ugly and repulsive.  For me, anal is a bit like that.  So odd that we can have a fantasy, but have no desire for it to be real.

So now you know more about my anal tastes than you probably ever wanted to.. Hope it was worth the read..  Carpe diem my friends, go make a great day!

When boredom sets in

I never wanted to crank out one or two blogs a day.  Some folks do and I find after a while I don’t want to read all those posts.  I like an occasional and interesting blog from my favorite writers, and so I set out to do likewise… but.. my last blog was November 2nd.  Seems I over did it.

I am no stranger to excess.  So what you may wonder, have been my wild exploits that have kept me from writing.  Brace yourself.. they are nothing much to tell about.

The other night I had Izrina cross the floor on hands and knees, then place her head in my lap and close her eyes so I could stroke her hair.   It was as wonderful little  moment.. The submission, the human pet with her head in mylap, nuzzling.   Or when she knelt beside the bed, requesting permission to join the Master she loves and chooses, in his bed.   She fell asleep quickly, and woke to me over her, my hand in the soft curls of her pussy, grinning that evil grin I have.  The morning I woke her to fuck her not once, but twice, reminding her every moment that she was mine to use, her wetness my pleasure, her orgasm a gift of submission.  There were long trips to see family, and the warmth of her submission by my side.  The kinky pleasure of ordering her to refill my drink in the presence of my brother-in-law.   His response?  Your sister would kill me if I talked to her like that.

Its the Ds quickies, the little moments of dominance that keeps the magic alive.  It is a constant challenge, to not allow ourselves to fall into a rut, to not just come home, order my meal and drink, fuck, and fall asleep.   You have to THINK.  You have to reach out and make your slave feel your dominance.  Especially after years of service.

Any newbie can fake it for 30 days.  After 90 days in a relationship, you begin to know if your slave is real, or if the Master you serve is real.  If it is real, the protocols stay in place, and the reality of the control sets in.  But then there is the other side.. if the protocols do not change, if there is no variance, if you get into a rut, it becomes just another relationship.

I was on top of Izrina in bed, she gazing up at me waiting for my next move, how I would use her next.  It was a moment of special connection, when I could feel her appreciation for my Mastery, a strong almost palpable emotion, which matched my own for this slave I call mine.  And I smiled… We have something special, I said and went on..  we have something wonderful and we should share what we know with those that would hear.  And then I kissed her long and deep..

That boredom that seems inevitable to a relationship, I can tell you from my own experience, need not happen.  I don’t know if I am smart enough to give you the words that will unlock your own happiness… or if I was just lucky enough to find the right slave, but I do know that I am quite happy and pleased with this slave.. and plan to keep her for a very, very long time.  In the chains of slavery, Izrina has found her freedom.  In that willing submission, I have found the keys that unlock my own happiness. Like a prophet, I want to preach what we have found.. but that would make me a zealot.  It is enough to share here.   Carpe Diem my friends.. go be someone’s great day!