Friday, December 12, 2014
Christmas Time Post
Well it's been awhile since I've been able to post. Some of you may know that I was in a bad wreck a few months ago. Banged me up pretty good...and not in the "good" way. Once I got over that, I was on the road. I think the company I work for saved all my work for my return. Naturally, it was shortly after this that I met a beautiful woman interested in collaring me. Yes, as you can imagine, that made me rock hard again. Anyway, right after we talked, I was off on work everywhere and it seems like each time we try to connect either she is out of town or I'm on the road. I'm confident though that someday soon I'll find myself with a leash leading from her hand to my collar as I kneel in front of her.
On the other side, I hope everyone has a great Christmas. If you have time read through some of my old post and we'll see you all soon. Maybe the next time I post, it will be a story about how my Mistress treats me....until then, don't lose the key.
Sunday, April 6, 2014
In BDSM, When Does Play Become Abuse?
I recently posted a question to different social media outlets with various answers. The question was simple, "When, for you, does play cross over into abuse?" So far on some outlets I've received answers like the following:
Never - I'm in control! When the safe word is ignored. When you reach the limits of your sub and force him or her beyond. Depends on the relationship.
I think ultimately I like the last answer best. I once wrote about castration on this blog to have a Domme inform me that was cruel and wrong. Her comment is still attached to the post and I respect her for it. I don't know if I always agree. It think the last answer above would be best because it does depend on the relationship.
Take for example my relationship with my Mistress. If you remember she passed away several years ago now. We had a positive relationship and met often. We were moving toward complete submission. By complete submission, I mean I was willing to get married. She had arranged for a friend to conduct the ceremony and for us to live together in Memphis. It was a very exciting time and we talked about a lot of things.
For us, tattoos were going to be a must. She wanted a wedding ring tattooed on each of our hands. I would have a ring on my ring finger that said, "Angie's". She would have a ring on hers that said, "Doug". In case you didn't catch it, she had the possessive "'s" and I did not...cute, uh? lol. Anyway. She further wanted a tattoo on my cock with her name. I'll be honest, I was worried about that one. I could just feel the needles pricking into my prick! I honestly did not know if I could handle it.
Finally we had agreed to two final points in our relationship. First, I would take her last name. That's natural for a sub to do in my world, and I know several who have done this. We also agreed that within one year, I would have my sperm frozen and kept on file for future possible offspring we might agree to. We had talked about the possibility of having children and not exposing them to our world. For all they would know, we were husband and wife like any other couple. The reason for having the sperm frozen was a safeguard. Angie, for all the love I had of her and the fun she had with my balls, had toyed with the idea of having me castrated. She had a family member who was a physician and she knew some of the benefits of castration, such as longer life, etc. She also knew that I could be kept fit by injections and that everything would still work with those injections. She said that by having the sperm stored, I would never know if and when she might decide to, as she used to like to joke, take me to the vet and have me fixed. In other words it was the excitement of never knowing. I might go in for a routine physical and come out a Eunuch at anytime.
Initially, I was concerned about this, but then again I loved my Mistress. This was also not an abusive situation. She was not going to cut my balls off during play and leave me to bleed to death. She wasn't going to beat me unconscious for me to wake up with a vet standing over me to remove my testicles. There had always been a lot of cock play. She had a large knife that she called her "Cock Cutting Knife" and she toyed with me often; however, it never went too far. We still had a safe word and she still respected me. To some, the idea of having my testicles removed might seem terrible...to me it was play. It was never abuse.
I've seen people who were abused. I know of one submissive who had his jaw broken when his Mistress hit him. That, to me, was extreme abuse. Was the act of slapping him abusive? Not necessarily, but certainly the broken jaw was abusive. Had Angie tied me down and cut my balls off, I would have been abused, but I don't think I would have if I agreed in a safe environment. Fortunately, Angie was never abusive to me. We talked about everything from tattoos to castration, to Prince Alberts. I never felt forced and I never felt abused; however, for some people, waking up to find their Mistress' family member about to remove testicles would have been abusive. I don't feel it would have been at that point in the relationship, but then again that's me. It would have been for other reasons. I'm not even sure it would have ever happened. After all Angie always said one of the things she loved was CBT and CBT without balls is just Cock Torture.....and where's the fun in that?
Never - I'm in control! When the safe word is ignored. When you reach the limits of your sub and force him or her beyond. Depends on the relationship.
I think ultimately I like the last answer best. I once wrote about castration on this blog to have a Domme inform me that was cruel and wrong. Her comment is still attached to the post and I respect her for it. I don't know if I always agree. It think the last answer above would be best because it does depend on the relationship.
Take for example my relationship with my Mistress. If you remember she passed away several years ago now. We had a positive relationship and met often. We were moving toward complete submission. By complete submission, I mean I was willing to get married. She had arranged for a friend to conduct the ceremony and for us to live together in Memphis. It was a very exciting time and we talked about a lot of things.
For us, tattoos were going to be a must. She wanted a wedding ring tattooed on each of our hands. I would have a ring on my ring finger that said, "Angie's". She would have a ring on hers that said, "Doug". In case you didn't catch it, she had the possessive "'s" and I did not...cute, uh? lol. Anyway. She further wanted a tattoo on my cock with her name. I'll be honest, I was worried about that one. I could just feel the needles pricking into my prick! I honestly did not know if I could handle it.
Finally we had agreed to two final points in our relationship. First, I would take her last name. That's natural for a sub to do in my world, and I know several who have done this. We also agreed that within one year, I would have my sperm frozen and kept on file for future possible offspring we might agree to. We had talked about the possibility of having children and not exposing them to our world. For all they would know, we were husband and wife like any other couple. The reason for having the sperm frozen was a safeguard. Angie, for all the love I had of her and the fun she had with my balls, had toyed with the idea of having me castrated. She had a family member who was a physician and she knew some of the benefits of castration, such as longer life, etc. She also knew that I could be kept fit by injections and that everything would still work with those injections. She said that by having the sperm stored, I would never know if and when she might decide to, as she used to like to joke, take me to the vet and have me fixed. In other words it was the excitement of never knowing. I might go in for a routine physical and come out a Eunuch at anytime.
Initially, I was concerned about this, but then again I loved my Mistress. This was also not an abusive situation. She was not going to cut my balls off during play and leave me to bleed to death. She wasn't going to beat me unconscious for me to wake up with a vet standing over me to remove my testicles. There had always been a lot of cock play. She had a large knife that she called her "Cock Cutting Knife" and she toyed with me often; however, it never went too far. We still had a safe word and she still respected me. To some, the idea of having my testicles removed might seem terrible...to me it was play. It was never abuse.
I've seen people who were abused. I know of one submissive who had his jaw broken when his Mistress hit him. That, to me, was extreme abuse. Was the act of slapping him abusive? Not necessarily, but certainly the broken jaw was abusive. Had Angie tied me down and cut my balls off, I would have been abused, but I don't think I would have if I agreed in a safe environment. Fortunately, Angie was never abusive to me. We talked about everything from tattoos to castration, to Prince Alberts. I never felt forced and I never felt abused; however, for some people, waking up to find their Mistress' family member about to remove testicles would have been abusive. I don't feel it would have been at that point in the relationship, but then again that's me. It would have been for other reasons. I'm not even sure it would have ever happened. After all Angie always said one of the things she loved was CBT and CBT without balls is just Cock Torture.....and where's the fun in that?
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Slaves down on Lonely Street
It was a 1950s Elvis Presley song that sounded out the words, "I'm down at the end of Lonely Street...." It seems that is where a lot of submissive men find them themselves these days....hanging out on Lonely Street. The fact is it's easy for a female submissive or female domme to find an abundance of Doms, Domme's or slaves. It's harder for the male submissive to find a Dom or Domme.
I would like to think that there are simply more fewer submissive women and fewer Doms and Domme's out there than there are submissive men, but that simply wouldn't make much sense. It seems hard to believe that all the slaves hanging out on Lonely Street are fat, middle-aged men with fantasies of some hot young Domme spanking them....only to find that when reality sets in they chicken out. I simply can not believe they are all simple computer geeks hiding behind keyboards....there's bound to be a pool of real slaves seeking.
Unfortunately for those real slaves like myself, when we do get out on twitter (Slave_4_Collar) or out on Yahoo and Google, ninety percent of the time I find Domme's seeking a dime only. There are tons of these Dommes out there. They will tell you what to do as long as you provide the financial follow up. I had a recent conversation with one that told me to go jack off in a cup, drink it, and buy her a tribute to show my gratitude for her allowing me to cum. Consequently, I jacked off, I drank it and I did not send any tribute. Sorry, I just can't pay from back here on Lonely Street.
So the question becomes, what's a sub to do? Does he just give up and try to find his own submissive woman or man that he can occasionally switch roles with to get his own thrills? Would it be better to just give up and find a nice mate? Maybe pop the submissive side later in the relationship and see what happens? Or is the sub doomed to stay on Lonely Street forever? To tell the truth, I haven't found the answer. I maintain this blog in hopes of feedback. Even when I get feedback that says something like, "If you were mine, I'd...." it's nice. Even if that person has no intention of ever placing a collar around my neck, it's cool to know people are reading. Too often, I hope back into my blog and find there's been a good readership with no comments.
I've also noticed on my blog that the more I describe my self training, or sexual acts completed alone, the more feedback I get. So if I describe how I sometimes tie a belt around my neck, pull it tight, and then jack off while I'm starting to black out, have a huge cum, and wake up to find the belt loose and cum splattered across my legs, more people will respond. But ultimately, like so many slaves down on Lonely Street, I want more.
I want to have a Domme or Dom that I can wake up at the foot of the bed and serve breakfast too, that I can massage in a large tub, that will force me to wear a cock cage despite my throbbing hard on each time I think about them, and maybe in the end an owner that will remove that cage from time-to-time and allow me to pump it with a belt or noose tight around my neck and balls. I know, it all sounds like too much, but somewhere out there there is a Dom or Domme who is searching for that slave that is me....maybe if you meet them, you can just point them down Lonely Street.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Self Preparations for a new Master or Mistress
After many years of serving Masters and Mistress I can tell you one thing that is true about all of them. They are all different. Some of them want their slaves bald from top to bottom, some want fat slaves, some want thin slaves, some want hairy slaves, and some want cut and some want uncut slaves. Each Master or Mistress is an individual....if you want to be a slave you have to remember that. While you are basically nothing, or I should say that you have no real say, your Master or Mistress will have specific things they want you to be, do, and/or fulfill. However, regardless of an Owner's preference, there is a few things you can do to be ready, regardless of their expectations. Keep in mind, don't do these if you know it's against an Owner's preference.
Here You Go: 1. Be neat - shave your face, have your hair groomed (regardless of length) trim your public hair. If you have hair everywhere, leave it if you don't know...even if your Master or Mistress turns out to want you clean shaven, it's easier to do it after you know, than to do it before. However, the two areas you want neat is your face and your pubic area. Trim all the hair around your cock and balls, but no reason to go clean shaven unless you know in advance. Female slaves, shave your legs, and trim your bush. Let's be honest, a new Master or Mistress isn't going to like hairy legs and if they do end up examining your bush, you don't want them to have to go through a jungle to see the prize.
2. Dress neat - they are looking at not only how neat your body is, but what sort of looker are you in public. Wear nice clothing. Jeans should be neat, shirts pressed. Treat meeting a potential Mistress or Master as if you're going to an interview....because you are. Now, don't go to a biker bar like this, or to a corporate meeting, but in a general meeting, like a restaurant, small bar, etc, be neat and appear decent. Females should also dress neat, but you may decide to wear an attractive dress. No major rings or ear rings, be modest in this area. Wearing your Gor slave bracelet might be nice, unless your potential owner has no idea what Gor is, then it's just a waste.
3. Be honest - If you're fat, you're fat. Don't send them a picture of a super model and tell them you are going to rock their world if your tits bounce on your knees when you jog. Men, don't send them a picture of someone's tight abs and huge cock, if you're flabby with a fat cock. Nothing will turn a Master or Mistress off more than that.
4. As questions - simple questions during a meeting should be okay. Such things as "What do you seek in a slave?" "What is your ideal night with your slave?" "Is this a domestic slave, or sexual slave?" "What aspects of my life do you want to control?" Remember, while you are submissive, you still have to be happy or the relationship will just be boring for you both.
Final thoughts- be attracted to the person. If you are that hot blond, or hot guy and you show up and the guy weighs in at three hundred and has cheese dripping off his face, is this a turn on for your? Is this guy going to get your motor running by paddling your ass or making you masturbate while he watches. The bottom line is the relationship of a slave and Master or Mistress is a "Relationship". You have to be happy. I have personally had heavy set Mistresses, skinny ones, and neat looking Masters. I am, however, very open as a slave. My Mistress, the one many of you may have read about that died a few years ago, was heavy set in a wheelchair. To me it was very erotic to be owned and told what to do by someone bound to a wheelchair. It was intoxicating and my cock spent most of the time at attention and begging for more attention. I don't know if I could do that again at this point in my life. I am, however, looking for someone who will dominate me emotionally, but sexually as well. If I'm attracted to him or her, then we're on the right track, if I'm not, then I'm doing a potential Master or Mistress a disservice to try to serve.
I hope this helps you as you're looking for your new Master or Mistress....as for me, I'm still hanging out there in the wind and searching. Maybe my King or Queen will come along soon.
Here You Go: 1. Be neat - shave your face, have your hair groomed (regardless of length) trim your public hair. If you have hair everywhere, leave it if you don't know...even if your Master or Mistress turns out to want you clean shaven, it's easier to do it after you know, than to do it before. However, the two areas you want neat is your face and your pubic area. Trim all the hair around your cock and balls, but no reason to go clean shaven unless you know in advance. Female slaves, shave your legs, and trim your bush. Let's be honest, a new Master or Mistress isn't going to like hairy legs and if they do end up examining your bush, you don't want them to have to go through a jungle to see the prize.
2. Dress neat - they are looking at not only how neat your body is, but what sort of looker are you in public. Wear nice clothing. Jeans should be neat, shirts pressed. Treat meeting a potential Mistress or Master as if you're going to an interview....because you are. Now, don't go to a biker bar like this, or to a corporate meeting, but in a general meeting, like a restaurant, small bar, etc, be neat and appear decent. Females should also dress neat, but you may decide to wear an attractive dress. No major rings or ear rings, be modest in this area. Wearing your Gor slave bracelet might be nice, unless your potential owner has no idea what Gor is, then it's just a waste.
3. Be honest - If you're fat, you're fat. Don't send them a picture of a super model and tell them you are going to rock their world if your tits bounce on your knees when you jog. Men, don't send them a picture of someone's tight abs and huge cock, if you're flabby with a fat cock. Nothing will turn a Master or Mistress off more than that.
4. As questions - simple questions during a meeting should be okay. Such things as "What do you seek in a slave?" "What is your ideal night with your slave?" "Is this a domestic slave, or sexual slave?" "What aspects of my life do you want to control?" Remember, while you are submissive, you still have to be happy or the relationship will just be boring for you both.
Final thoughts- be attracted to the person. If you are that hot blond, or hot guy and you show up and the guy weighs in at three hundred and has cheese dripping off his face, is this a turn on for your? Is this guy going to get your motor running by paddling your ass or making you masturbate while he watches. The bottom line is the relationship of a slave and Master or Mistress is a "Relationship". You have to be happy. I have personally had heavy set Mistresses, skinny ones, and neat looking Masters. I am, however, very open as a slave. My Mistress, the one many of you may have read about that died a few years ago, was heavy set in a wheelchair. To me it was very erotic to be owned and told what to do by someone bound to a wheelchair. It was intoxicating and my cock spent most of the time at attention and begging for more attention. I don't know if I could do that again at this point in my life. I am, however, looking for someone who will dominate me emotionally, but sexually as well. If I'm attracted to him or her, then we're on the right track, if I'm not, then I'm doing a potential Master or Mistress a disservice to try to serve.
I hope this helps you as you're looking for your new Master or Mistress....as for me, I'm still hanging out there in the wind and searching. Maybe my King or Queen will come along soon.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Denial Experiment
The other day I decided to do some experimenting. It has been awhile since I did much of anything other than jack off. I would do the usual as a sub with no home. I would stand over the toilet, stand in the shower, lay back on the bed, kneel down on the floor. You know, pretty much wherever I wanted to go. So I decided for something a little different.
Since I have no owner at this time to control when I cum, I decided to do it myself. I purchased a nice cock cage, put it on, snapped the lock and then put the key away. It didn't take too long to realize how uncomfortable those things are for daily use. I had forgotten how awkward they can be to wear under clothing etc. Being as sexual as I am, I had also forgotten how restrictive they are. Erections are dead with these little babies on as you can imagine.
After a week, I decided that it was time to take a break. I wanted to see if a a man in his forties could still pump off as much after being denied as I did say in my younger years. I had no illusion about shooting the headboard like I did when I was eighteen, but at least it was worth I shot (no pun intended).
So, I decided to go with a gay porn domination site. You know I found one of those where the muscle boy is spread out on a table and some big bear is torturing his balls. I thought this is perfect. Now, since I'm not gay at heart (usually a plus for a male dominant by the way) and I prefer a female owner, using the gay site was a way to test and see how effective the device had been.
I turned on the pictures and set them to scroll over the screen. I then unlocked the device and allowed myself to pop free. Needless to say I went instantly hard as I imagined I was the young muscle stud in pictures. I reached over and got a little K-Y and started stroking.
Within just a few seconds, I could feel my stomach muscles tightening and my hips lifting slightly off the bed. I tried to maintain my gaze at the screen, but it was no use. My own sexual urges had exceeded those of the young stud on the screen who was now having some sort of shock device touch his balls. I felt myself edging closer to climax and as I did, I pumped faster.
Like most sessions, I began to imagine myself as the sub to some great dominant person. I imagined that He or She had me in front of all their friends and had decided I had to jack off for their amusement. Within seconds of that imagine entering my mind I exploded.
It felt fantastic and my experiment was a success. I had not felt that time of ejaculation in years. A little denial had led to a huge explosion. As I took a wash cloth, got up and moved toward the bathroom, I looked back at the bed for a moment. Right there on the corner of the headboard was a small, slow moving stream of white juice making its way downward. It wasn't as much as when I was an eighteen year old slave to Mrs. Penny, but it was a stream nonetheless....
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Story: Time Dom
Nathan watched the bead of sweat slip from his neck, onto his chest and glide slowly toward his firm pecs. "Perfect," he thought as he watched in mirror. Just as the bead rolled over the top of his nipple, he swiped it away with his finger. He turned and looked to Charles. "Bout done?"
Charles wasn't the time to sit by and watch his sweat slide down his own nipples. He was hard at work pumping the iron into the air over his head. His shoulders ached, but it was the kind of ache they needed to keep him in optimal shape. He pushed the weights high into the air, glanced at Nathan and said, "Weights off." The weights disappeared into thin air. Just one of the many benefits of holographic technology and what it could do for the world.
"So, what are you thinking about doing," Nathan asked. He was putting on his slimming shirt while maintaing a constant view of himself in mirror.
Charles picked up a round disk and pushed the button. It flickered for a moment and then a picture of a young woman dressed in full armor appeared standing there on disk. She was wearing bright silver armor, a helmet and hold a sword. For a moment Nathan did not realize what period the dress was from, but then it occurred to him and he smiled. "Who is she," he asked?
"That my dear boy," Charles said as he flicked off the image. "Is one Joan or Arc, or at least it is her during her heyday."
"She was what...about eighteen when she died?" Nathan continued to dress.
"Nineteen, with long flowing red hair and rumor has it a cherry that's never been popped," he winked at Nathan. "At least not according to history."
Nathan sat down and shook his head. "You know the rules. You can't mess with anyone who might have an impact on history. If you go to this girl, you run the risk of being fined or even prison time."
Charles sat down and smiled. He moved closer as if to tell a big secret. "She was in chains in jail under the watch of guards. It's thought that she had schizophrenia or even some other mental illness. It's perfect. I slip in as a guard, use this little saint and slip out. I'll even give her something to make her a little more delusional for the execution."
"You know she was burned at the stake, right?"
"Sure," Charles shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me. I'm just looking to add a little more history to my life."
Nathan laughed out loud. "Add a little more history to your life? You mean like you did that Betty Page girl you visited in the past?"
Charles smiled as he remembered, "Yeah, she was a straight arrow model, but a little time in front of her master and in chains and she was ready to model it for the world."
Heading to the door, Nathan added, "Well, just be careful. Screw with the wrong submissive in the past at the wrong time and you'll end up someone's sub in our time." He winked, "They'd likely give you cock and ass to me just for punishment."
End Part I
Charles wasn't the time to sit by and watch his sweat slide down his own nipples. He was hard at work pumping the iron into the air over his head. His shoulders ached, but it was the kind of ache they needed to keep him in optimal shape. He pushed the weights high into the air, glanced at Nathan and said, "Weights off." The weights disappeared into thin air. Just one of the many benefits of holographic technology and what it could do for the world.
"So, what are you thinking about doing," Nathan asked. He was putting on his slimming shirt while maintaing a constant view of himself in mirror.
Charles picked up a round disk and pushed the button. It flickered for a moment and then a picture of a young woman dressed in full armor appeared standing there on disk. She was wearing bright silver armor, a helmet and hold a sword. For a moment Nathan did not realize what period the dress was from, but then it occurred to him and he smiled. "Who is she," he asked?
"That my dear boy," Charles said as he flicked off the image. "Is one Joan or Arc, or at least it is her during her heyday."
"She was what...about eighteen when she died?" Nathan continued to dress.
"Nineteen, with long flowing red hair and rumor has it a cherry that's never been popped," he winked at Nathan. "At least not according to history."
Nathan sat down and shook his head. "You know the rules. You can't mess with anyone who might have an impact on history. If you go to this girl, you run the risk of being fined or even prison time."
Charles sat down and smiled. He moved closer as if to tell a big secret. "She was in chains in jail under the watch of guards. It's thought that she had schizophrenia or even some other mental illness. It's perfect. I slip in as a guard, use this little saint and slip out. I'll even give her something to make her a little more delusional for the execution."
"You know she was burned at the stake, right?"
"Sure," Charles shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me. I'm just looking to add a little more history to my life."
Nathan laughed out loud. "Add a little more history to your life? You mean like you did that Betty Page girl you visited in the past?"
Charles smiled as he remembered, "Yeah, she was a straight arrow model, but a little time in front of her master and in chains and she was ready to model it for the world."
Heading to the door, Nathan added, "Well, just be careful. Screw with the wrong submissive in the past at the wrong time and you'll end up someone's sub in our time." He winked, "They'd likely give you cock and ass to me just for punishment."
End Part I
Monday, July 8, 2013
BDSM Visitors
Hi all...your Texas Dog Slave here.
I just wanted to thank everyone for reading. As you may know blogspot has a page that tells how many visitors have been to a site. On average we see anywhere from a low 30 visitors a day up to 85-100 a day. This all adds up to over 43,000 page visits since this site started. I am so grateful to all of you for visiting. All the Doms and Domme's out there taking time, thank you. All the fellow slaves or want-to-be slaves, thank you for reading too.
My initial quest as you know was to simply make contact with a new Dom or Domme seeking an experienced bondage pet. To this date, I have not found one. I find it interesting that with over 43,000 visitors, most do not seem interested in linking up. While I could continue to tell you all the experiences I've had over the years, I'm considering changing direction and simply doing bondage fiction throughout most of the site. This, as a mix of real life and potential life, might give the Domme and Doms out there looking some ideas. It might give the slaves something to consider, and it might give the want-to-be's something to help you make it through...well, the night I guess. Over the next few weeks there will be a poll (not that kind of poll) on this page to the right. Please vote on how you would like this site to go. If I don't get a lot of votes, then I may let it go dormant. I don't think it really matters how many readers I have if I can't connect with you on individual basis.
So, please look over the poll and consider voting. Thanks!
Yours (could be with a brand new collar)
doug
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