A Corset A Day: #7

I have long been fascinated with corset piercings. While I do not want one myself, I think they are amazing – aesthecially, symbolically, and physically. There are many corset piercing images out there, most of them quite derivative. In this photo set, I present images (and piercings) I consider unique. I hope you enjoy.

(Photos: #1: Cable Corset Piercing by ~circle23; Corsets and Fishnets by ~timidbull; DNA Strand corset 32 piercings by ~mizuzinkaholik; The Mummy’s Eyes by ~timidbull)

True to the core, but not truer than happinness.

Here I was in the USA kneeling at the feet of Mistress in public, crushed by the clothing She had ordered me to wear and with a backside sore and bruised already

Mistress had arranged the hotel and on arrival I was ordered to strip for inspection. Then Mistress showed me the new device. A corset 34 inches in the waist and mine is 36 inches is more. Now it was on and was to stay on day and night except for showering. Clamps on the nipples and a new twist with the collar; superglue to hold it together firmly with no lock and no escape.

Mistress was wearing the key to the chastity around Her neck to show who was in control.

It was late for me so we chatted and i was put down for the night, just in the corset and nipple clamps but later in the body bag and blindfolded on the floor for the rest of the night.

Awake it was time for my exercises with a brisk walk corseted and then 75 steps at the double three times followed by press-ups. i felt dizzy with the exertion, the pressure from the corset and the lack of food.

But this would be only the beginning of my day.

Adora Bejeweled Chastity Belt is a outfit for the slave that loves to adorn herself, even though kept in perfect Bondage to her Owner. Jewels to show of her worth, but none can touch. Chains wrapped around voluptuous bodies, but safe from Slave-rape.

A privilege only reserved to the one who has belted you!

The snake integrated in the outfit, symbolizing you are owned, in eternity!

If you wish to wear this outfit as a SILK you can buy the “Adored Bejeweled ADD-ON SILKS” separately!

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There are toys for the body, and toys for the mind. Luckily, you can find both kinds on the Internet. 

The “mind toy” pictured above just arrived at my house in the mail a few days ago (thank goodness my roommate doesn’t snoop around my packages!). A little more light summer reading … a 500-page tome on the history of arousal and the whip.

From reading the dust jacket and some reviews about the book, it seems that the author, Niklaus Largier, traces the history of voluntary flaggelation all the way back to medieval times, and then up through its current place in the modern era. He apparently uses many resources – religious, literary, and medical texts as well as historical images – in exploring the evolution of a practice he calls “both erotic and devotional.”

Yep. Sounds about right, doesn’t it?

I’m quite curious to read what Largier has to say on the topic, and I approach the book with both an open and a critical mind. Of course, I am certain My Master will demand a full report on my readings. Which, of course, I will gladly give him, and will gladly share with my Tumblr readers as well.

Topics… Collar off… Ancilla de- activate

     The job of a good submissive is to keep things running smooth in the house.. To keep the owner happy and feeling content.. I pretty much have failed on both these missions during my time as sub to Miranda and Trina.. No fault of thiers, they have been patient in the extreme to let me try and learn and give them what they needed… But over the last few days it has become clear that I not only don’t give them what they need, but I overly complicated the situation with outbursts of confusion and emotions I had no right to have… They will be much happier with out my mess to clean up after..

      This change also includes a rather sad thing to have to do, I won’t be a DJ for Ancilla any more.. This is a big one, the people there have been nothing but fun and kindness from day one.. But, both Miranda and Trina are fixtures there and some distance is best for everyone I think.. Briella is now working there so they have a replacement DJ, it is her house now..

         So, what is next for the little British DJ you might be asking… Well, I am still employed at the Fox, Valkyrie, Kelly’s Closet, and Hard Rock Evolutions so my weekly magic is still going to spill out and make the dancing regulars all wet with happiness.. And let’s not forget, I have this crazy little Irish girl who likes to slip her hand up my skirt while I spin.. Heh heh.. sigh… Love you all.. Frenzy

I couldn’t stand your burning touch,

Your fierce stare, full of lust,

Oh your daring moves make me aghast.

Using me is your ulterior motive,

Wanting me to become your submissive,

Caring for me is just a make-believe,

Ohh how I hate those acts, so abusive!

You’re such a despicable guy,

Now, it’s time to say good bye,

For I don’t want to utter another cry,

Promise, I would not give you another try!

**This is for those women who are physically, emotionally and verbally abused by their partners. Stay away from those abusive men. You deserve to be happy!

-Jeannie

Anyway perhaps the more mature of you in the lifestyle may be interested in what Master Bishop has to say.

click on the pic for Master Bishops words of wisdom!

]]> http://littlegirllost101blog.wordpress.com/2013/05/19/saintly-sunday-explicit/ Sun, 19 May 2013 12:42:12 +0000 sashasway http://littlegirllost101blog.wordpress.com/2013/05/19/saintly-sunday-explicit/ Remember the post from the other day??

Here is a little bit of a Sunday Pleasure – it is anything but Saintly and Pure – unless of course, this is your version of PURITY! *wink*

Hope all your day dreams are as fulfilling as this little treasure trove!!

Photo credit

I had been talking to a switch on Fetlife for a little while and we seemed to get along well. We swapped photos and decided to meet for a coffee after work to see if we clicked. I met him at a food hall within a shopping centre on a Friday afternoon. He seemed like a nice enough guy but I wasn’t attracted to him, there just wasn’t any chemistry. He was very eager to play with me but also cautious about the whole kink scene. He hadn’t shared his thoughts with many people and he told me he had been “burnt” more than once before. By burnt he meant he did not have an ongoing kinky relationship with anyone. They would play once and that was it. I didn’t see that as being out burnt. Anyway, I was very sincere and honest with him about my situation and what I was looking for and let him down gently. Which is a person I’m attracted to on a physical/intellectual/emotional level to have a relationship with to go on this journey together. In the meantime however I was open to playing with someone that partly filled my criteria. But honestly I’m really over casual sex. I crave a real connection with someone and for the two of us to care and respect each other to do this the right way, the safe way and push limits to have the most exhilarating and amazing time together. I want to have intimacy with someone so I can let all my defences down and lose myself in the moment knowing I’m not going to be judged. I struggle to do that. It takes me time to build that trust. I have very high expectations of people, and I am my own harshest critic. I was also still hung up on someone, and this was occupying my thoughts and holding me back from new possibilities.

Anyway, this guy took it hard and was quite vicious and scathing in his messages to me after our meeting. I was very calm and considerate in my responses however he continued to be quite nasty. I had to block him from my Fetlife account to put an end to the abusive messages. He then emailed me and apologised, but the damage was done. His attempt at an apology was a poor one.

The moral of this story is I’m not going to be so quick to meet anyone in the flesh anymore. I will always, and I always have, made sure it is in a public place. I haven’t and will not reveal my real name, where I live or work until I know this person well and I know I can trust him. What I know I have become in recent times is a little too eager to meet new people. Because up until that moment everyone I’d met from the site had been decent. This was a wake up call.

Copyright 2013

In a way, I think this question sets up a bit of a false paradigm between “vanilla” and “BDSM” relationships. Are there differences in these two types of relationships? Sure there are. Those of us (such as myself) who have been in both kinds of relationships can attest to that. But I think the foundations should be the same. Namely, communication, trust, and respect. I think any and every relationship will be eventually lost without these components, and for good reason. I don’t think any relationship could be healthy if it lacked these three factors.

A major difference to me, though, is how quickly these things have to be established. In a vanilla relationship, I would argue, it’s easier to casually date people. If you don’t really trust a guy yet? Then simply meet him at a bar for drinks and go home, separately. In a BDSM relationship, though, I think you have to establish these things much sooner, for safety reasons (physical and emotional). If, as a woman, I am going to let a guy tie me up, gag me, and blindfold me, then hell! I better trust him implicitly, because so many things could go wrong, either intentionally or accidentally. That trust requires both communication and respect on both sides, Dom and sub. 

A note about trust and respect: these are earned, both by words and deeds. Most especially by words that are backed up by deeds. My Master has earned both of these things from me, and has made it clear that he wants honest, open communication with me at all times, no matter how difficult the topic of conversation. This is (in part) why I care for him so much, and would do anything for him. 

Any of my readers have thoughts on this?

The next day I took him to my dr and he started him on a strong antibiotic. Thank God he started to feel better within the next 3 days. Now, he is back to himself and things were finally starting to get back to normal, except for the dd part of our marriage. Frustration has made a visit and she seems quiet comfortable

Obviously, things were not normal around here while he was sick. The one who is always strong and firm was now laid up and I was doing everything and being both mom and dad. Taking care of him was never an issue or inconvenience to me. I love taking care of my family, I just hate to see any of them suffer. Needless to say, being the strong one who is doing everything and being the submissive one don’t exactly go hand in hand.

The night his medicine was ready at the pharmacy is a perfect example. It was about 10pm and I got the text that it was ready for pick up. The store is literally up the block, you can see the corner from our porch. At this point, I was so overwhelmed. I needed to get out and clear my head. I do this by walking. So, I decided that I would walk to the store to get his medicine. I knew he needed to start it asap and I needed to escape for 10 minutes. Once he realized I planned on walking, I was met with a stern “no”. I guess you can say that I wasn’t exacty feeling submissive because I went anyway. To make matters worse, my phone died halfway there so I didn’t get his text until I plugged my phone in when I got home. His text was simple, “you disobeyed me, I am not happy. This will not be forgotten, there will be consequences”. I knew he wasn’t able to do anything at that time and his memory isn’t the greatest, so I didn’t worry too much about it. Normally I have to ask permission to use my phone or tablet because he feels I spend to much time on both and wants to regulate my use. During this time I wasn’t going to ask him every time, was I supposed to wake him and ask to use my phone to call the dr? No. So, yes, the rules and consequences weren’t exactly playing a part at this time and I have to admit, I was feeling the frustration build. Not that I missed the consequences, but I did miss our normal. I missed knowing and feeling that HE was the leader and the strong one. I missed submitting to him and feeling the closeness that brings to us. So, when he started to feel better I was extremely happy! Not that I would admit this to him, but a part of me kinda wanted a maintenance just to clean the slate. Start fresh, get back into our respected roles. I was anticipating when that might happen or if he planned on punishing me for some rules I had broken, if he remembered.

Thursday came and he was pretty much back at 100% . He had made some comments or threats that I had a punishment coming my way that night for walking to the store at night. Ok, so he did remember and he was still angry about it. Safety is his biggest issue, along with respect and obedience. I broke all of them. So, night came and both kids were sound asleep. He went into the bedroom and waited for me to get out of the shower. After I was done, I climbed onto the bed next to him waiting for the lecture to start. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me and started kissing me. Obviously during the time he was sick, sex was non existent and he clearly missed it as much as I did. He told me that he didn’t want to punish me that night because he wanted me to know how much he appreciated everything I had done during that time. So instead of a punishment I got amazing sex, I’ll take that trade any day He did however say that the punishment was not being forgotten, it just wasn’t going to happen that night, but tomorrow was a whole new story.

Friday came and went, no punishment. Now, any other wife in this lifestyle I think will agree with me when I say that waiting for a punishment is sometimes worse than the actual punishment! I am not a patient person and if I know I have a punishment coming, I’d rather get it done and over with. By now, I really was feeling guilty for what I had done. I caused him to worry for no reason while he was sick. I caused him more stress that he didn’t need or deserve.  I didn’t say anything about it on Friday, but I think he started to see my frustration. Saturday came and we had a busy day of shopping and cleaning. Our neighbor wanted to take us out to dinner, so by the time we got home it was after nine. We put the kids to bed and went to relax.  I had made a few passive aggressive comments throughout the day regarding my annoyance over him making empty threats and not doing what he says he’s going to. That night I was kindly informed that I was getting a spanking and that it was only 1 out of the 3 I had earned myself. He made true on his threat and I got spanked (hard) that night.

I am always (I feel) the most submissive after a punishment. We went to bed and I fell asleep in his arms feeling relieved and loved. Sunday came and usually during the day the only punishment he’ll issue is a writing assignment because our son is home. That afternoon though our son went out to play and my husband told me to go into the bedroom. I did, but had no idea why. I got spanking 2 out of 3 at that moment. I was defintely surprised by him doing it during the day but he said he was going to take every chance he got. I was expecting number 3 to come that night, but it didn’t. I wasn’t frustrated, I was relieved. I was sore, bruised and was in no hurry to see his belt anytime soon.

The doctor had put him out of work another week, so Monday morning he was home with me. I wasn’t sure if the last spanking was going to happen or when it was going to happen, so I said nothing and just went about my day with anticipation sitting in my stomach. Well, here we are Tuesday evening and still nothing. He had given me a writing assignment Sunday evening that I still haven’t finished. Normally, any writing I have to do must be completed before bed on the day it’s given, but this was a long one so I knew I had Monday to complete it. I worked on it a little yesterday but still didn’t finish. I haven’t even looked at it today. I can feel the rebellion building. I want so badly to be submissive but I feel I need a dominant man to submit to. It’s hard to submit to a man who you feel is slipping in his role.  It may very well be me, maybe it’s me who has the problem. Why do I have this need to feel his complete dominance over me at all times? Why can’t a few days go by without the mention of anything dd related without me getting all frustrated?  I get very annoyed when he makes a comment about how I get frustrated if a few days go by with no punishments because it really is not about the punishments at all!! Yes, I do feel the most submissive after one but that is not what I am missing or craving. What I am missing is knowing HE is in control! I miss his authority, his leadership. If there was never another punishment but he made it known that he was the head of our home, I would be content. I miss him feeling and behaving as though he is the strong, dominant leader of our family.

This entry has been writen over the course of a few days, so at this point I am way passed frustrated! It’s Saturday and I can’t help but feel that dd has left our home, I don’t know if it’s coming back….. I hope it will.

Nothing, absolutely nothing has happened despite me telling him why I am frustrated. We went on Thursday to a gun range and I was able to release some built up frustrations with the help of a .22, .38, a long rifle, a 20 gauge shotgun and a wasser 10. It helped but I still have an overwhelming need to feel my husband’s control, his dominance. We did talk a little more about why things have seemed to change and I believe it’s because my husband seems to be in a depression. I think he feels weak and I think it has a lot to do with him being out of work. He has an enormous amount of pride and being sick and not working makes him feel like he is not providing for our family. I’ve battled depression my whole life so I do understand and I try and get him to see how much he really does provide for our family. There is nothing that myself or our kids need. He gives us everything, including things money cannot buy. He makes all of us feel secure, safe and loved. He provides guidance and friendship and is always there for each of us. Our family would not be a family without him.

I don’t want to keep bringing up dd or the lack of it, so I haven’t mentioned it at all. He knows what I want/need and when he feels he is ready to fullfil that role, he will. All I can do is wait and hope he comes back around quickly. I am still trying to be submissive, but it is not easy when the man I want to submit to doesn’t seem to care if I submit or not. He goes back to work on Monday, I’m hoping for something to click and for him to feel dominant again. We’ll see, but I don’t know how much longer I can continue pretending that I’m content before I snap.

Where did my husband go? I miss him terribly

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“Broken”
By Gorillaz

Distant stars
Come in black or red
I’ve seen their worlds
Inside my head

They connect
With the fall of man
They breathe you in
And dive as deep as they can

There’s nothing you can do for them
They are the force between
When the sunlight is arising

There’s nothing you can say to him
He is an outer heart
And the space has been broken

Broken
Our love
Broken

Is it far away in the
Glitter Freeze
Or in our eyes
Every time they leave

It’s by the light
Of the plasma screens
We keep switched on
All through the night while we sleep

There’s nothing you can do for them
They are the force between
When the sunlight is arising

There’s nothing you can say to her
I am without a heart
And the space has been broken

Broken
Our love
Broken

You know that what I have for you is good—intensely good. You know with your intuition’s certainty that your deepest longings will have their fulfillment in me. You hesitate at the edge of the stream. You stand poised for the plunge, sorting out the mixed messages, wondering if that part of you that holds you back will ever relent and be satisfied.

Look at this motherly part of you that hesitates. Examine her motives. She tells you that she is moral and upright but she is lying. She tells you that she is sensible and that her caution will save you from a part of yourself that will destroy you. Again, she lies. She lies because she heeds a deeper entity, a separate yet connected entity—also motherly—that too long has been allowed to possess the seat of power in this life.

She has told you that you must use your body to get what you want. She has told you that your body’s natural desires must be quelled and contained so that you will be able to negotiate and bargain for what you have believed you must have in this life. She has used shame to control you. She has insinuated that your desires are somehow tainted and impure—unacceptable in polite company. You must veil them or others will look down on you. They will call you names. They will brand you.

She has told you that if you give yourself without conditions you will be taken advantage of—you will be played. You have been told this for so long that it seems ludicrous even to challenge the assumption. This is conventional wisdom. Everyone (both male and female) knows and believes it. Any other way of thinking is utter rebellion and must be put down at once.

Wrestle with her and defeat her. Put her down from the seat of power. Stand and face her squarely and let her know in no uncertain terms, that no matter how much she wheedles and cajoles, she will no longer be allowed to call the shots. She will no longer be consulted on every decision. She will no longer be allowed to offer her unsolicited opinions. She must be deposed. She must be commanded to leave. Then wait until she turns away angrily and walks out of your house, out of your life. Keep watching her until she has gone outside of the steel doors that stand as the only entrance to your heart. Then, before she turns back to plead with you, slam the doors and bolt them from the inside.

Now examine through new unclouded eyes what I offer. I am empowered by the True Mother. She has revealed to me the imbalance in this world. She has shown me the daughter who has become fearful and disruptive and who, if left unfettered, will cause the diminishing and eventual destruction of all the other created children. She has authorized me to go beyond Her, both to unsettle and to thrill the children who have need of restoration.

I am fully and unapologetically male. I represent the utterly creative and sometimes chaotic forces that defy order and control. I am disruptive and unpredictable. I am the “bad” little boy who will not pay attention in class, who asks too many questions, who makes demands that pull the teacher away from the lesson plan. I am the one who entices you to remove your swimsuit and swim naked with me in your aunt’s swimming pool (the aunt who lives out in the country with no nearby neighbors) when no one is home—and no one will be home for hours. What harm can it do?

I am fully equipped to please you. I am powerfully erect, bulging, insistent, large, long, and thick—obscene even to the point of being grotesque—I have more than you say you want and I cannot be hidden or ignored. I urge you to discomfort. I pull you beyond what you feel is reasonable and I seem dangerous. I speak directly to your deepest self (bypassing the counterfeit shallow self) and offer what is truly desired. Your shallow self protests but she already has been locked out of your heart and her protestations are muffled and faint—almost inaudible.

You want to offer me your delicious breasts but you want me to realize that these are unusual circumstances. You do not usually act this way. You want me not to look down on you or to take advantage. You have allowed yourself to be vulnerable. You have temporarily suspended the age-old contest—of getting your way in opposition to mine, of chaining your desires for the purpose of getting something else—and the freedom is intoxicating. You realize that I also have surrendered and yielded to the True Goddess who will not allow either of us to come to harm. Therefore, you gladly release the need to negotiate, to be in control, to ensure that you can possess and retain what you have long thought you needed and your inner goddess shouts in triumph.

What will come of this? Is all to be lost or is all to be gained? Who will reassure you and comfort you? Where is that insistent strident voice that you have heeded time out of mind? You are unhinged. Nothing is completely familiar. Everything important is still there but has a new context, a new meaning. Who will make sense of it all?

And the answer is heard from within: You are alive now. You were asleep, almost comatose but you have been called back to life and, as you process the new state of your thoughts and emotions, you realize that there has been a restoration. Long ago, beyond the most distant conscious memory, you recall something that was lost. You realize that you have been restored to a state that you once knew and you weep in gratitude.

Take the plunge. Swim with me in currents that are too strong for either of us. Release your true self and allow her to find mine. But do not grasp or cling to me. Do not demand that I stay. Do not confine me by building a wall around me that would prevent me from giving joy to others. Release your old insistence on all of the conventional rules and expectations. Then allow yourself to find the others who are like me. They will find you if you allow it. You will find in this powerful current that you must release what you thought you possessed in order to find something even better that dwells farther along the stream. Make no demands but accept the joy that finds you around each new bend—in each new glorious moment.