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Some people drink or do drugs to alter their states. Other people meditate or chant to alter their state. Some people do power moves or jump and shout to alter their state. Then there are those that use BDSM to alter their state.

First, though, I want to briefly talk about alcohol and BDSM, or at least SM, because that is relevant to my current experience. Big play parties that I go to, alcohol is forbidden anywhere near the play space. It dulls the senses and can lead to bad judgment and injury. But I volunteer at a club where people experiment with corporal and electric play, bottoming to the completely sober crew while often under the influence themselves. We are careful to gauge their level of intoxication, and even more careful to do no harm regardless.  But I wonder about what it takes to get drunk and then want to do a scene. Some think they need the liquid courage, I guess. Some just don’t realize the danger. And I imagine some just don’t realize how drunk they are. Personally, I can’t imagine mixing alcohol with the sensation play we do. Occasional drunk sex, sure, but SM while dulled and out of control makes me shudder.

All that aside, the altered states provided by BDSM in and of itself are amazing. I’ve talked before about surrender. Other spaces I enjoy are rope space, sub space, pain space, service space. At least that’s how I can best name them today.

1) Rope space – I’ve talked a lot about rope, described scenes and fibers and all. The space that rope creates for me is one of warmth. No matter how cold the room is, the first run of rope on my body instantly creates warmth. If there is rope tied around me, I am warm. It is a soft space, my body gives in, relaxes. The tie might be restrictive, painful, gentle, or loose, but my body molds to it, making it part of me. I have to be careful of this when I’m doing suspension. I have to pay attention because I’m learning the ties. I have to be aware of my body so that I don’t sink to far into the ropes and hurt myself. But even then, I can find my rope space and enjoy it thoroughly.

2)Sub space – People use this term a lot, to mean different things. Today, to me, it is the space of being deep in a scene, letting go of my will in favor of his. It is a quiet state for me, when my mind goes still, and I am at peace. In this state, I can still say no, I can still safe word, but only when absolutely needed. I will not resist simply because I don’t want to do something. I will do my best to do whatever he wants me to. I will take whatever he gives until I cannot take anymore. This state sometimes turns into surrender, but not always.

3)Pain space – I am a picky pain slut. But when I am getting the pain I want, enjoying the pain I’m getting, I slip right into pain space. Pain space is an intense state for me. My body is buzzing and my heart is pounding. I am gasping or screaming or moaning. I lose my sense of the word and just exist in my body, in the sensation being given to me. I can feel him even if I cannot touch him. This is the hardest state for me to come out of once I’m there. It is the one that leads to drop most often.

4)Service space – This is my D/s space, the space that I find outside of scenes. The space that makes me feel warm and fuzzy when I’m helping, being useful, doing for others, but especially doing for him. I get a little bit of this in scenes when I’m Service Topping as well. When I am giving pleasure to others, and sharing with them or teaching them.

All these states are delicious to me. Not to mention Far more appealing that drunkenness or getting high.

Jag sitter djupt försjunken i en bok om hur vår identitet i viss mån skapas av de medier vi interagerar med. Hur förståelsen för oss själva bottnar i ställningstaganden mot dårar, köttindustrin och sverigedemokrater. Min Stabilo boss går varm och anteckningarna ramlar snabbt nedför raderna i min svarta anteckningsbok. Trots mitt brinnande låga känner jag mig trött, de senaste dagarna har fördelningen mellan vaket och sovande tillstånd inte varit hälsosam.

Det är ett dovt ljud som stör mig. Mer och mer tar det över mitt medvetande och till slut hör jag inget annat än det molande, gående mullret. Som en borr man hör genom flera meter betong, utan klara konturer i ljudbilden utan mer som en hjord av tunga djur som marscherar. Ta det ljudet gånger tio. Jag tittar upp, men ingen annan verkar märka något. De sitter bara nedsjunkna i sin litteratur, skuggar, stryker och markerar.

Kaffet rinner ur kroppen och jag lyckas inte stänga inne den gäsp som får hela min kropp att vrida sig, som en nyvaken gepard sträcker jag ut från tå till nacke.

Ljudet är borta. Som om något renats i kanalerna mellan munhålan och örongångarna, sköljts ur av ett tryck sprunget ur gäspningen.

Jag tittar kring mig, ingen har märkt något. Japanen precis bredvid mig tittar på mig och verkar ha uppskattat mina gäsprörelser, han fnissar tyst ner i sin bok.

Utan att vara säker känns det som att något lämnade mig med gäspen. Något instängt. Någon.

As worn by Miss Universe Australia 2009. Sigh…LOVES IT

The Green Stone

1.
As I look

at the stone
I have purchased

trying to make out
the lurky shape

that lives within
I sense the questing

that dwells beneath
that shy and tender

smooth and glowing
skin that covers

your within.

2.
These are new

these tools
I use

to caress you
but unlike a relief

I do not chip
at your surface

but at my own
to bring forth

clear the dust
and find the depth

of the us in we.

3.
Of the senses

we use our touch
which was somehow

lost like green stone
beneath the earth

new born
on each others’ skin

I feel your breast rise
to my hand and tongue

and yours against
mine a soft rasp

I gasp to know more.

—–

Bullet

—–

She felt his hand in her pocket, turning up he dial as she lined up her next shot.  Her breath quickened as the little bullet sprang to life in her panties.  She barely noticed that her shot went wide and the cue-ball didn’t hit a single thing as she handed off the stick to her partner.

“You missed,” he said, pulling her against his leg, pressing the little vibrator tighter against her clit.

“Umhmm.”  She mumbled.

“Stay in control, little one.  You have to be ready for me later.”  He kissed her tenderly, turning it down just a bit.  “Wouldn’t want to distract you from the game.”

—–

Arrest

—–

“Stop right there.  Drop your purse and put your hands on the hood of the car.”

She didn’t turn, there was no need, the voice and the tone were unmistakable.  She pulled her purse off her shoulder and let it slip to the ground.  Taking a step sideways, she put her hands on the top of the hood.  She didn’t bother to ask what she’d done, it hardly mattered at this point.

“Spread your feet apart and then hold still.  I’m going to search you.”

He waited for compliance and began to pat her down.  She was not surprised when he roughly squeezed her breasts and massaged her ass.  Then she felt him kneel down behind her as he made a thorough search of her panties and stockings.  As he stood back up, he gave her crotch one last grope that made her gasp softly.

“Hands behind your back, we’re going for a little ride.”

—–

Hair

—–

His fingers slipped up the back of her neck and entwined themselves tightly in her hair.  He pulled her slowly toward his mouth, feeling a shiver run through her body.

“Behave yourself, little one.”  He whispered against her throat.  “or I might put you over my knee right here.”

“Master, please, you wouldn’t…” she stiffened and caught a moan behind her teeth as he bit a taut tendon in her neck.  “I… I’m sorry, Master. I’ll be good.”  She gasped as he release her with a single swat on the ass.

“You better, little one. I’ve always wanted to spank you in public.”  He grinned at her shiver and lowered eyes.

—–

Bite

—–

She stood blindfolded at the foot of their bed, listening and feeling him moving around her.   He slowly stripped away her clothing, running light fingertips over her skin.  She smiled and shivered at his touch.

When they were both naked, he slipped behind her.  One hand brushed her hair back, away from her right shoulder and then slipped around her waist.  His left hand slipped around her shoulders, over her forehead, to catch a nice handful of hair on the top of her head.  He pulled her head firmly to the side as he kissed her throat.  She squirmed back against him and froze for just an instant as his teeth sank into her neck.  Then she moaned with pleasure as he bit deeper and sucked hard on her flesh.

—–

Spank

—–

“You’ve been naughty, little one.”  He ran his hand over her bare back, bending her over the end of the bed.  “You disobeyed your Master.”  He dragged the leather slapper over her pale ass cheeks.

“Yes, Master.  I’m sorry, Master.”  She shivered at his touch, anticipation of punishment tensing every muscle.

“Too late, little one.”  He punctuated this with a sharp slap on her backside.

“Yes, Master,”  she gasped, “thank you, Master.”

He stroked the reddened flesh with leather a moment, enjoying watching her squirm.  Then he brought it to bear on the other cheek.

“Thank you, Master.”  She moaned as he struck her ass again.  “Thank you, Master.”

He smiled behind her, watching her ass grow red, enjoying every gasp and groan and Master that came from her lips.  “Such a good little naughty slave you are.”

—–

Collar

—–

“You have much to learn.”  He stood over her kneeling form.  “But if you work hard, I think we will both be very happy.”

She nodded silently, unable to pull her eyes from the bag at his feet.  It was from their favorite toy shop, and the outline of the sagging plastic clearly showed a collar within.  She could barely breathe through her excitement at the prospect of finally earning her collar.  So much so that she hardly heard him speaking again.

“…at any time, any place. “  He watched her, knowing it was the bag that had her attention and not his voice.  “You will learn to be a proper slave to your Master without losing your self to the role.”

“Yes, Master.”  She replied, her mind reengaging at the key words of ’slave’ and ‘Master.’  “Thank you, Master.”

“Good, my little one, now go get dressed, we’re going out for dinner.”  He pulled her to her feet and kissed her tenderly.  “I love you.”

OH MY GOD!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!

” You don’t see this everyday!”

Picture form google images.

Reunited after 18 months in Iraq. Photo: Courtesy of Guardian Angels for Soldier’s Pet

In the past, soldiers without family or friends to care for their cats and dogs were often forced to surrender their pets to a shelter. Luckily, thanks to a nonprofit organization called Guardian Angels for Soldier’s Pet (GASP), that’s changed.

Since 2005, GASP has placed 100 soldiers’ pets in loving foster homes across the country. GASP founder and CEO Linda Spurlin-Dominik tells Paw Nation that the organization currently keeps tabs on 67 military pets in foster care. When soldiers return, they are reunited with their furry family members.

Most fostered pets are cats and dogs, but ferrets and rabbits have also been cared for by GASP volunteers. The organization screens potential foster homes to ensure that soldiers’ pets end up in safe, loving environments until they can be returned to their owners. Usually, foster homes are within a two-hour drive of the owner’s home, Spurlin-Dominik says. But in cases where local foster families aren’t available, pet transport volunteers have ferried pets across state lines to make sure they find a caring household. “The objective is to place the pet in a home similar to what they’re used to,” she says.

Soldiers provide funds to cover feeding and vet expenses while they’re away and they set up a billing account to cover any emergency medical treatment in case their pet falls ill. In some cases, GASP also provides financial assistance with vet bills and housing. Most soldiers have a chance to meet their pets’ foster families before they depart, and foster families keep soldiers’ spirits up by sending photos and update letters about their furry friends.

When a military member’s orders change on short notice, or pet-care plans fall through at the last minute, GASP will pay to board the pets until a suitable foster home is located, Spurlin-Dominik explains.

Before heading to war, military members prepare a will instructing what should happen to their pets if they don’t make it home safely. In some cases, they allow willing foster families to keep the pet. Fortunately, though, that hasn’t happened yet, according to Spurlin-Dominik. So far, 33 former foster pets have been reunited with their owners after they’ve returned from battle.

She recalls a soldier who was reunited with his two dogs after having served 18 months overseas. “The dog was all stretched out on the couch when the owner came in. He perked up his ears. When the owner called his name, the dog went ballistic. I can attest that they do not forget their owners,” she tells Paw Nation. “As one soldier told me, having his two dogs back was a tremendous help for him to transition back into a non-war environment. He just had comfort having his dogs with him.”

Interested in assisting Guardian Angels for Soldier’s Pet or applying to be a foster family? Visit their website to learn more about volunteer and donation options.

by Kirsten Taylor – Aug 27th 2009 5:00PM – PawNation.com

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I helped a couple friends create scenes this weekend, and participated slightly in other informal scenes. Mostly I wandered around watching, being the voyeur. The first night I did not play at all. I just blinked at people reaching out to grab the ring on my collar. Whatever happened to respecting protocol?

Night Two. I had two scenes.

Lover asked what I wanted, and for once in my life, this weekend, I knew what I wanted and I asked for it. I wanted Rope. I wanted No Escape. I wanted as much rope as he could possibly use. We even dropped by my apartment and picked up all my new rope. There was a wooden frame laced with thick bungee cord into a spider web. He used all 150 feet of my new hemp to wrap me up. A chest harness, a corset, thighs wrapped, calves wrapped, arms wrapped. Then he used his own rope to secure every wrap of hemp to the web, as well as his rope cuffs to finish securing my hands, and a few extra ropes to lace my ankles to the eyelets on the frame. He pinched my nipples as he secured me, and then, with borrowed knife, he traced what flesh he had left exposed. He made me orgasm at knife point, over and over. Hard, soft, thrashing and still. The knife went away and he went back to pinching my nipples, taking his sweet torment while he made me orgasm for his pleasure. Then down to taste me, finish me with his tongue. He untied me slowly, pausing to steal orgasms ever now and then. Took me down, wrapped me up in his jacket and held me until we were both back to ourselves.

Master/Husband asked what I wanted, I told him I wanted sharp things. I wanted the Whartenberg Wheel, I wanted the two-pronged claw. He added a knife. He laid me out on the bed, and dragged the sharp metal along my skin. I yipped and screamed and moaned and gasped. Sensations wonderful, sharp, and delicious covering my body. He delighted in my sounds, repeating motions that created his favorite sounds. Drawing red designs in my flesh, but not cutting, never cutting, though oh did it feel like he was. Delighting in the twitching, tickling that drove me crazy, and the moan of satisfaction at the sharp stabbing that ended it. Until I could take no more, and raised my arms to him, and he entered them wrapping our arms around each other and just holding tight, sharing our love for each other.

And those were the good parts. But both scenes had parts that I will remember separately from the wonderfulness that I enjoyed with my partners. Both scenes had the intrusions that are the reason I shy away from public play. The beginning of the first scene was repeatedly intruded upon by our other lovers, poking and pinching me as though they were included in the scene by default, without asking. The second scene, others were invited to listen and comment on the noises I was making, and He held other conversations apart from our scene. Minor distractions and intrusion, but annoying to me, when I want to have a scene where I can lose myself in the scene and Be with my partner. Perhaps that is asking too much in public?

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“Sweet ****! Wow!”

The gasps just keep’a'coming. Feels like my breath is in front of me and I’m delayed by a minute. PMSL. Just unable to catch it. Pretty much the best thing ever on this plan so… A million thank yous.

2009-8-18 15:37:20
source:news.hz66.com

According to news, Kelly Lin is appearing in a cameo role for Stanley Kwan’s new film “”Energy behind the Heart” . Yesterday, she appeared in the scene to film in Shanghai, replacing Carina Lau’s role as the wife of the owner of a cleaning company. However, talking about the floods that took place on August 8 in Taiwan, Kelly Lin was suddenly in tears , and was unable to control of her emotions.

Will Participate Next week for the Publicity of “Gasp”

Kelly Lin came out donning a dress yesterday at the Studios, and she was in a good mood during the meeting with media. A reporter asked her whether the good mood was because the “good thing ” is nearing. Kelly Lin asked: “What good thing?” After hearing the so-called “marriage speculations”, she smiled and said: “With regards to the rumors, it has already been widely circulated that I have been married for a long time , so I dont have anything to speak of. Thank you for your concern. ” She stressed that she will no longer be absent on the publicity of “Gasp”, so next week she will go to Beijing, Shanghai and other places to promote, taking concrete actions to crush rumors of marriage. According to informed sources, since 2 years ago Kelly Lin has been photographed by weekly magazine with zhu xiao tian, and the two were wearing pajamas, coming out of Lin’s house . Their relationship has long been evident, but Kelly Lin does not like having her private life becoming a public consumption.

Emotional About The Flood

Kelly Lin and Stanley Kwan have known each other for seven years, and due to hectic work schedules, she has missed the opportunity working with Stanley Kwan. “At the Shanghai Film Festival this year, we finally met again, and he invited me to guest in “Energy Behind the heart “. At that time I agreed, because it has been my dream to do fillms about labor.”It is learned that Kelly Lin is just a guest star in the film, and replaced Carina Lau as wife of the cleaning company. She said she only have a half-paged script, and only there for a day,but she said she does not mind, “I have worked with Johnnie To films for quite some time, and we even come to shoot without a script at hand, we’ll only learn what we’ll shoot when we arrive at the scene, , and give us idea little by little. ”

Furthermore, when speaking about the August 8 floods in Taiwan, Kelly Lin suddenly went into tears , she was unable to control of her emotions. After a moment, regaining composure, she choked her words in between sobs and said: “My relatives with my Mum (mother) were among those in the affected areas, and we were only able to contact them a few days ago. Thank you all for your concern. I would do anything in my own efforts to help the victims, in a desire that they would not lose hope to live. ”

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Kelly, unable to control her emotions

Öldüresiye dövülen kadın; gasp ve tecavüze uğradı, hem de..

İstanbul Beşiktaş’ta bir firmada çalışan 48 yaşındaki T.K., 2 hafta önce saat 18.00 sularında Bayrampaşa’daki evine gitmek için Topkapı minibüs duraklarına gitti. Köprü altındaki durakta minibüs bekleyen kadın, 2 tinercinin saldırısına uğradı. Tinerciler, boğazına bıçak dayadıkları kadını kuytu bir köşeye götürdükten sonra önce dövdü. Sonra da kadına sırayla tecavüz etti. T.K. yoldan geçen otomobillerin gürültüsü nedeniyle sesini kimseye duyuramadı. Dehşet dolu dakikalar yaşayan ve başına kaldırım taşıyla vurulan T.K. bir süre sonra baygınlık geçirdi.

CEZAEVİNE GÖNDERİLDİ

Gece yarısına doğru kendine gelen T.K. yoldan geçen bir otomobil sürücüsünün yardımıyla hastaneye kaldırıldı. Hastane polisinin üst geçitten düşüp yaralandığını sandığı talihsiz kadının tecavüze uğradığı ise muayenesi sırasında ortaya çıktı.

Asayiş Şubesi Gasp Bürosu dedektifleri olayla ilgili soruşturma başlatırkenhastanede tedavi altında tutulan T.K., içinde 500 TL ve cep telefonu bulunan çantasının da kayıp olduğunu söyledi.

Gasp Bürosu dedektifleri, telefonun 19yaşındaki madde bağımlısı S.T. tarafından bir cep telefonu bayiine satıldığını belirledi. T.K. olaydan 1 gün sonra polis operasyonuyla gözaltına alınan S.T.’yi teşhis etti. S.T. ise Emniyet’teki sorgusunda suçlamaları reddetti. S.T. sevk edildiği adli makamlarca ‘darp, gasp ve tecavüz’ suçlarından tutuklanarak cezaevine gönderildi.

T.K. psikolojik tedavi altına alınırken, Gasp Bürosu dedektifleri şimdi kimliği belirlenen diğer madde bağımlısı saldırganın peşine düştü.

Bu, kentin denetimsiz bölgelerinden olan ve tinercilerin yatıp kalktığı Topkapı’da yaşanan ilk vaka değil. 2007 yılının ilk aylarında yine Topkapı’da 2 kadına tecavüz, 3 kadına da cinsel tacizde bulunmakla suçlanan 23 yaşındaki T.G. GaspBürosu dedektiflerinin çektiği video görüntüleri sayesinde yakalanmış ve adalete teslim edilmişti.

Russin på landet

Trutt.

Jättetrutt.

Och det är flera timmar tills man får gå och lägga sig…