<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:40:09.600Z</updated><category term='rules'/><category term='music'/><category term='collar'/><category term='Punishment'/><category term='upsetting'/><category term='lost'/><category term='learning'/><category term='scared'/><category term='chain'/><category term='broken'/><category term='about me'/><title type='text'>submissive with the slaves heart</title><subtitle type='html'>the life of a submissive</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-8615016100965137985</id><published>2012-02-11T15:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:33:07.096Z</updated><title type='text'>how to</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;how to ware leg chains in public (and not get spoted, hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v1.&lt;br /&gt;you will need leg chains (longer then normal up to the knees when warn and pulled up is good)&lt;br /&gt;elastic+safety pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 put on leg chains as normal&lt;br /&gt;2.tie elastic to center of chain with a good strong knot&lt;br /&gt;3.pull chain tight and some of the strech in the elastic (but not all the strech)&lt;br /&gt; 4 using the safety pin, pin the elastic to somthing that is not going  to fall down the top or center of bra (back) works well, do not use  knickers as they fall down !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v2. this takes guts as you can hear them clink as you walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will need a long leg chain that can reach from you ankles to your belly&lt;br /&gt;belly chain that can not slip over your hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 put on leg chains and belly chain&lt;br /&gt;2 find the center of the leg chain and lock to the center of the belly chain at the center on the back of the belly chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** ware long skirt or trousers over chains take short steps DON'T FALL OVER ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-8615016100965137985?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/8615016100965137985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/8615016100965137985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/8615016100965137985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-to.html' title='how to'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-4826921217510210344</id><published>2012-02-08T18:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-08T18:09:21.023Z</updated><title type='text'>being a kajira</title><content type='html'>&lt;span jsid="text" class="commentBody"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4f32b9daaa65b6322000683" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;while  being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kajira&lt;/span&gt; makes one no less a woman, a girl's Master must trust  her to allow her freedom....a good Master will not put many restraints  on a girl, however trusts her and lets her prove herself and her  worth....a true Master knows &lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;that no  chains or collar truly bind a girl to Him, it is the collar around her  heart (her love for Him) that does so. a Master that knows he truly Owns  His girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; allow her freedom to come and go, knowing she will be  true and loyal to Him and His rules, and always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;strive&lt;/span&gt; to reflect well  upon him and make Him proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-4826921217510210344?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/4826921217510210344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2012/02/being-kajira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/4826921217510210344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/4826921217510210344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2012/02/being-kajira.html' title='being a kajira'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-1959371250649534710</id><published>2012-02-04T14:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-04T14:40:41.969Z</updated><title type='text'>hair removal</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises&lt;br /&gt;Of easy, painless removal - The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair&lt;br /&gt;And now the wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home,&lt;br /&gt;Fix dinner&lt;br /&gt;I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for&lt;br /&gt;The next few hours: 'Maybe I should get the waxing kit from the&lt;br /&gt;Medicine cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those 'cold wax' kits. No melting a clump of hot wax,&lt;br /&gt;You just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and&lt;br /&gt;You peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else)&lt;br /&gt;And you pull the hair right off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough&lt;br /&gt;To figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)&lt;br /&gt;So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other&lt;br /&gt;Stuck together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out&lt;br /&gt;The hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ('Cold wax,' yeah...right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of&lt;br /&gt;Smooth skin Extraordinaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids,&lt;br /&gt;I sneak back into the bathroom for the ultimate hair fighting championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side&lt;br /&gt;Of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching&lt;br /&gt;Down to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I inhale deeply and brace myself.... RRRRIIIPPP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!..... OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may pass out.... I must stay conscious.... I must stay conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe.... OK, back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused&lt;br /&gt;Me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in&lt;br /&gt;The glory that is my triumph over body hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold up the strip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no hair on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the hair???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS THE WAX???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip... it's not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touch.. I am touching wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now&lt;br /&gt;Covered in cold wax and matted hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I make the next BIG mistake ... Remember my foot is still propped&lt;br /&gt;Upon the toilet? So I put my foot down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut!&lt;br /&gt;I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do&lt;br /&gt;And think to myself 'Please don't let me get the urge to poop..&lt;br /&gt;My head may pop off!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to melt the wax?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can&lt;br /&gt;Stand in the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax&lt;br /&gt;Should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WRONG!!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to&lt;br /&gt;Torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued&lt;br /&gt;Together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom&lt;br /&gt;Of the tub..... In scalding hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, by the way, does not melt cold wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented&lt;br /&gt;myself to the porcelain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have&lt;br /&gt;a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some&lt;br /&gt;secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation&lt;br /&gt;starter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a slight pause.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to&lt;br /&gt;hide her laughter from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, 'Are we talking&lt;br /&gt;cheeks or hoo-ha?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's laughing out loud by now ... I can hear her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side&lt;br /&gt;of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we go through various solutions, I resort to trying to scrape&lt;br /&gt;the wax off with a razor .&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot&lt;br /&gt;wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then&lt;br /&gt;dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for&lt;br /&gt;this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace.&lt;br /&gt;the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I really have to lose at this point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!! The scream probably woke the kids and&lt;br /&gt;scared the dickens out of my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sooo painful, but I really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'IT WORKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my&lt;br /&gt;grief and despair THE HAIR IS STILL THERE ALL OF IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I could have amputated my own leg at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'm going to try hair color......how bad can that turn out???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-1959371250649534710?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/1959371250649534710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2012/02/hair-removal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/1959371250649534710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/1959371250649534710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2012/02/hair-removal.html' title='hair removal'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-4787930990483719602</id><published>2012-01-26T19:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T19:52:29.768Z</updated><title type='text'>why wear a collar</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Why do you wear a collar? Why bother with it at all? In&lt;br /&gt;Gor, there are seven common purposes to a collar&lt;br /&gt;  1) Visibly designates a girl as slave&lt;br /&gt;  2) Impresses a girl's slavery upon her, makes her&lt;br /&gt;      more aware of her slavery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;     3) Identifies her Master&lt;br /&gt;  4) Makes it easier to leash her&lt;br /&gt;  5) Makes it easier to put her in various&lt;br /&gt;      ties/restraints&lt;br /&gt;  6) Because it is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;  7) Because it pleases the Master to do so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;number 7 is the most important &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-4787930990483719602?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/4787930990483719602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-wear-collar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/4787930990483719602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/4787930990483719602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-wear-collar.html' title='why wear a collar'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-7607689631371526086</id><published>2012-01-09T11:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:18:01.715Z</updated><title type='text'>owner ship quotes</title><content type='html'>"It is one thing to own a woman," I said, "and it is another to have her within the bonds of an excellent mastery."&lt;br /&gt;Magicians of Gor - Page 465&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I considered the unilaterality of the master/slave relationship. All power is with the master. This, of course, has its effect upon the slave. Let her strive to be such that her master will keep her.&lt;br /&gt;Magicians of Gor - Page 127&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slave cannot free herself. She can be freed only by an owner. The condition of slavery does not require the collar, or the brand, or an anklet, bracelet or ring, or any such overt sign of bondage. Such things, as symbolic as they are, as profoundly meaningful as they are, and as useful as they are for marking properties, identifying masters, and such, are not necessary to slavery. They are, in effect, though their affixing can legally effect imbondment, ultimately, in themselves, tokens of bondage, and are not to be confused with the reality itself. The uncollared slave is not then a free woman but only a slave who is not then in a collar.&lt;br /&gt;Renegades of Gor - Page 273&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The slave who lies about her slavery," I said, "is not thereby the less a slave. It is only that she is then a lying slave.”&lt;br /&gt;Renegades of Gor - Page 273&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I surmise from this," she asked, "as I know little of slavery, and am new to the condition, that there can be tenderness and kindness for a slave?"&lt;br /&gt;"There can be tenderness and kindness for a slave," I said.&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;"Can masters and slaves be friends?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," I said.&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;"Do masters ever love their slaves?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Often," I said.&lt;br /&gt;Blood Brothers of Gor - Pages 101 and 113&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love on Gor does not purchase a girl lenience; it does not mitigate her bondage, nor compromise her servitude, but rather renders it the more complete, the more helpless and abject.&lt;br /&gt;Tribesmen of Gor - Page 214&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of no pleasure comparable to the pleasure of owning a woman, fully. It is indescribably delicious; it is glorious; it fills one with joy and power; it exalts and fulfills the blood. It teaches a male, in the thunderous currency of intellect and emotion, what is the true meaning of manhood. Compared to it, the gratifications of pretense and denial, the insistence on subverting ones blood and virility in the name of a false manhood conditioned by a demented, antibiological society, are pallid indeed. Let those who can climb mountains climb then; let those who cannot climb them console themselves with denying their existence.&lt;br /&gt;Rogue of Gor - Page 81&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the great pleasures of making love to a slave is the uncompromising exploitation of her marvelous sexual sensitivities, her helplessnesses, they putting her so much in your power, enabling you to do with her as you please and obtain from her what you want. She may be brought up and down, as you please, at your will, at your mercy, and played like an instrument. She may, if you wish, be held short of her ecstasy, cruelly, if you desire, or, in a moment, with a touch, granted it. There are few sights so exciting and beautiful as a helplessly orgasmic slave crying out her submission and love.&lt;br /&gt;Vagabonds of Gor - Page 216&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One of the pleasant things about owning a slave," I said, "is the opportunity to converse with her, listen to her, to hear her express herself, her feelings and ideas. One can learn much from a slave. Many slaves, like yourself, are highly intelligent. They can express themselves articulately, clearly, trenchantly and lyrically. It is a great pleasure to talk with them."&lt;br /&gt;Beasts of Gor - Page 203&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fond of the slave dances. It is hard for a woman to be more beautiful than when she dances her beauty as a slave before masters. But then a woman can be incredible beautiful in almost all attitudes and postures.... A woman can be very beautiful simply greeting her master, head down, at the door of his chambers, She can be very beautiful in doing so small a thing as pouring his wine, eyes downcast, gracefully, as his slave. Perhaps she is a bit more beautiful, however when she kneels, helplessly before you or lies piteously at your feet supplicating you to satisfy her slave need. Perhaps she is most beautiful when she, collared in your arms, cries out in orgasm, acknowledging you as her master.&lt;br /&gt;Explorers of Gor - Page 343&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goreans, as the men of Earth commonly do not, celebrate quickness of mind and alertness in a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Assassin of Gor - Page 125&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I speak, Master?" asked the girl.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," I said, as Marcus would not respond to her. This permission may be given by any free person and is effective, unless it is overruled by the true master.&lt;br /&gt;Vagabonds of Gor Page 486&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . the brand is impersonal; the collar is intensely personal; the brand marks her property; the collar proclaims whose property she is . . . the brand relationship to the free man is institutional; the collar relationship, on the other hand, is an intensely personal one.&lt;br /&gt;Tribesmen of Gor - Page 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gorean Master, commonly, likes a spirited girl, one who fights the whip and collar, resisting until the last, perhaps months later, she is overwhelmed and must acknowledge herself his, utterly and without reservation, then fearing only that he might tire of her and sell her to another.&lt;br /&gt;Nomads of Gor - Page 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slave girl is a delight to a man; she is extremely prized and precious; that the day of her acquisition should be celebrated each month with special ceremonies and rites is not surprising. These numerous anniversaries are deliciously celebrated, as they may be with a girl who is only a slave, and seldom forgotten; should such an anniversary be forgotten, should it be such that it is commonly celebrated, the girl redoubles her efforts to please, fearing she is to be soon sold.&lt;br /&gt;Slave Girl of Gor - Page 66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said, in a Gorean proverb, that a man, in his heart, desires freedom, and that a woman, in her belly, yearns for love. The collar, in its way, answers both needs. The man is most free, owning the slave. He may do what he wishes with her. The woman, on the other hand, being owned, is institutionally and helplessly subject, in her status as slave, to the submissions of love.&lt;br /&gt;Slave Girl of Gor - Page 180&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please, Master," she said, "take pity on me. Take pity on the miserable needs of a girl."&lt;br /&gt;"You are not mine," I told her. "You are a pretty little thing, but I do not own you."&lt;br /&gt;"Please," she said.&lt;br /&gt;"Your master," I said, "if he chooses, will satisfy your needs. If he does not, he will not."&lt;br /&gt;For all I knew she might be under the discipline of deprivation. If that were so, I had no wish to impair the effectiveness of her master's control over her. Besides I did not know him. I did not wish to do him dishonor, whoever he might be.&lt;br /&gt;Beasts of Gor - Page 48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorean slaves, incidentally, are commonly carried over the threshold when they first enter a master's house or place of residence. . . . Not all Gorean slaves, of course, are carried over a threshold. Some are leashed and enter on their hands and knees. Some, perhaps bound and collared, are thrust through. The common denominator of these customs, of course, is that the slave must understand that force, either explicitly or implicitly, is involved, and that she will enter the stronghold of the master, and as a slave, whether she wills to do so or not.&lt;br /&gt;Explorers of Gor - Page 186&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were bound in a blanket, and on my shoulder," I said, "when I entered this room."&lt;br /&gt;"I mean before," she said.&lt;br /&gt;"No," I said, "I did not. I did, however, if you will remember, when first I used you, order you to my blankets."&lt;br /&gt;"I have never forgotten," she said. She shuddered with pleasure, remembering the moment. "I was simply ordered to your blankets," she said.&lt;br /&gt;A similar sort of thing is done sometimes when a master brings home a new girl to a house which is completely empty, if necessary, by prearrangement, and new to her, and orders her to enter alone. "Warm wine," he tells her. "Light the lamp of love. Spread furs. Crawl naked into them, and await me."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Master," she says.&lt;br /&gt;She then enters the house, obeying. Not a shackle or a cord is on her body. But few women could be more slave than she, entering fearfully the strange, empty house, and preparing herself for her master's pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Explorers of Gor - Page 187&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come here," I said, "and kneel here." She rose from the water, it dripping from her body, and came and knelt on the grass, on the bank of the small stream, where I had indicated. I took the comb from her and laid it to the side. I then took the brush and, kneeling behind her, began to brush out her hair. It is not unusual for Gorean masters to comb and groom slaves, or ornament them personally, much as they might any animal that they owned.&lt;br /&gt;Savages of Gor - Page 237&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely slave tunics leave little to the imagination. Among the girls, of course, there is little disagreement in practice, though some in theory. The girls, commonly, treasure even the tiniest rag which can afford them some shielding, however pathetic, from the imperious gaze of masters. Too, from the point of view of the masters, the little that might be left to the imagination, small as it is, by such a garment, is often found to be intriguing and stimulating. It encourages them to her stripping. Too, giving a girl a bit of clothing, tends to give one more control over her, For example, will she be told to remove the garment, or will it be taken from her, and if so, publicly or privately? It must be understood, of course, that a slave, having no rights, does not have the right even to clothing. That a girl is wearing even a rag is usually a sign that she has pleased her master, and quite significantly, too. Often the garment of a slave girl does not come easily to her. In private, of course, even rags are often dispensed with. The slave is the property of the master, and, in the privacy of his quarters, she is done with, totally, as he pleases.&lt;br /&gt;Savages of Gor - Page 330&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorean men, on the whole, do not free slaves. The freeing of a girl is almost unheard of. This makes sense. They are not free women. They are belongings, valuables, slaves, treasures. Who discards precious possessions, who surrenders treasures? If the slave girl were worth less perhaps she would be freed more. She is too marvelous to free; and if she is not marvelous, she can be slain. Too, what man who has known the glory and joy of a girl at his feet is likely to wish to exchange that for the inconvenience and bother of a free woman? No, slave girls, for all practical purposes, are not freed. They will remain in one collar or another. Men will have it that way.&lt;br /&gt;Explorers of Gor - Page 90&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-7607689631371526086?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/7607689631371526086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2012/01/owner-ship-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/7607689631371526086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/7607689631371526086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2012/01/owner-ship-quotes.html' title='owner ship quotes'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-1540736624667560084</id><published>2012-01-09T11:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:12:01.475Z</updated><title type='text'>a subs needs</title><content type='html'>We often confuse these two things: I want and I need.  Although they may seem to be the same at first glance, there is a huge difference in the two.  We want a lot of things in life; money, new cars, a beautiful home, success, and hot fudge sundaes, just to name a few, but how many of them do we really need?  Very often the things we want are not always things that are the best for us and are usually self-indulgent wishes that change as fast as the top ten hits on VH1.  "Needs" are a different situation.  They are the fundamentals we require to remain mentally and physically healthy and allow us to grow spiritually and emotionally.  I may really want a hot fudge sundae but survive quite well without it (I know that's hard to believe for any of you who know me.) but I cannot thrive without my basic needs being met.&lt;br /&gt;We've had many encounters with unhappy submissives who bemoan the fact their Dominant does not give them what they need.  As we listen to the list of complaints we sometimes find a lot of "wants" mixed in with a few valid "needs" in the charges against their Dominant.  Sorting them out isn't always easy for either the submissive or Dominant in a relationship.  Each person is unique and comes with their own special requirements.  Without a doubt, this is one area that requires communication skills and time before either party can confidently determine what they want or need from the other.  The Submissive Owner's Manual may help you to understand some of the complexities of the Dominant/submissive relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Submissive Owner's Manual&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel safe. Before I can begin to open my submissive nature to You I need to feel safe and have reason to trust You.  To let down my walls and give You control of my will may take time and testing before I feel safe enough to permit either of us to go beyond the initial stages of our relationship.  Even after I've given myself to You fully, I need to be reminded I am safe with You.  I may like to feel the thrill and excitement of fear and the unknown, but I need to be sure no matter how You stimulate those emotions during an intense scene or situation, I will remain safe in Your care.&lt;br /&gt;I need to know You accept me for all I am.  I will be many things to You as our relationship grows and I need to know You accept me as a person during each transition along the way.  I need to know You accept me as a friend, lover, companion, and Your submissive but also accept me as parent, child, employee, community member or other roles I fill in my obligations to family or society. &lt;br /&gt;I need to have clearly defined limits.  I need to know exactly what You expect of me and know that You also understand my limits.  In some ways I am like a child that needs a fence around my play area so I know how far I can go and feel secure inside those limits.  I need You to reinforce those fences by correcting me when I try to climb them without Your approval.&lt;br /&gt;I need You to be consistent.  I need to know You mean what You say and that today's rules will apply to tomorrow's behavior.  Nothing confuses me more than giving me mixed signals by allowing me to break rules that You've given me.  From time to time I may test You to see if You are capable of accepting control of my life by consistently bringing me back to the path You've chosen for me.  It's not done to try Your patience but is my way of finding reassurance You are paying attention to my progress.  Very often it's not done consciously and I promise I'll not use it as a method for provoking Your negative responses.&lt;br /&gt;I need to expand my limits.  I need to grow and to be challenged.  Left on my own, I'll become bored or stagnate within the boundaries I accepted in the beginning.   I need to be pushed, but never shoved, to go beyond the places I've been.  I may drag my feet and pout at times, or sit down and refuse to move because I'm unsure and need Your guidance in overcoming my obstacles.  I depend on You for strength and encouragement to get beyond them.&lt;br /&gt;I need You to teach me.  I need to learn and it is You who are my teacher.   My mind is hungry for new things and learning helps me to become all that I can be.   This may require You to continue to learn new things in order to keep me challenged.  Together we can grow to the fullness of the gifts we have and deepen the diversity we share.&lt;br /&gt;I need goals.  Part of my make-up as a submissive makes me very goal-oriented.   I need them to measure my progress and need You to provide them for me.  Take time to explain those goals in ways I can comprehend Your plans concerning my growth as Your submissive.  Without Your direction I quickly become lost so I'll look to You frequently to provide a purpose and aim as I continue in my development as a submissive.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be corrected.  I need You to correct me when I make mistakes.   Without Your correction I will develop bad habits that can be very difficult to break and do great damage to our relationship and to us as individuals.  Without Your correction, I may never know I've made a mistake.  Allowing me to continue unchecked will only cause me to fail both of us in the end.  I admire firmness in Your correction and feel secure in knowing that You will never be afraid to take steps needed in keeping me focused on the goals You've set for me.&lt;br /&gt;I need You to be my role-model.  I look up to You and try to follow in Your footsteps.  If You fail to live up to a standard, I will follow You into failure, often without You noticing until it is too late.  I learn quickly by the examples You provide for me and often base my reactions and behaviors on my observations of You in similar situations.  I will blindly pattern myself in Your image so be aware that my eyes will always be on You as face Your own challenges and daily activities.&lt;br /&gt;I need Your approval and reassurance.  I need to know when You approve of me or what I've done and to know I belong to You even if I fall short of my goals.  I sometimes confuse approval with disapproval when You do not provide positive reinforcement when You are pleased by my actions.  I will constantly be seeking Your approval when I'm unsure of myself and may need to rely deeply on Your support and reassurance when I'm confused about a situation or apprehensive about a new challenge.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be able to express myself.  I have a need to express both good and bad things to You but it may be difficult for me to put the negative things into words.   I fear Your rejection and hate disappointing You, so I may need a little space and time to voice all the things I need to say.  You can help me by reassuring me that my feelings are valid, even if they aren't something You find pleasure in hearing.   There may be times when I'm upset or angry with You but without freedom to express those feelings there can be only festering resentment or misunderstanding.  Guide me in ways that I can learn to speak my heart without breaking it or Yours.&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn from my mistakes.  I need to experience things that may be painful in order to learn successfully.  I know Your protective nature will struggle with allowing me to be hurt but I need to learn the consequences of what I've done and to experience the feelings that go along with making mistakes.  I will need Your comfort once I've faced my failure but will sometimes feel unworthy of asking or unable to voice my disappointment in failing.  Allow me to sort out my feelings before wiping away my tears.&lt;br /&gt;I need forgiveness when I fail You.  Nothing hurts me more than to know I've failed or displeased You and I need to be forgiven once I've made amends.  It is very hard for me to forgive myself for a wrong-doing and I may need Your help in getting beyond the feelings of remorse I am carrying.  I may even need to be punished, if my wrong-doing was traumatic enough, in order to feel closure and accept forgiveness.  I depend on You to make that determination for me and need Your help in making an atonement that is acceptable to You.&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel I contribute.  I have a deep-set need to give and must have outlets for this need.  My basic nature is to give of myself and You will be the primary recipient of my gifts.  Allow me to contribute to our relationship and our life together.  To do less will leave me unfulfilled and unneeded, a fate worse than death for me.  Provide me with ways to contribute things to others, also.  I may need to give of myself to those I hold dear but You will always receive the best I have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;I need to enjoy successes.  Without experiencing and enjoying my successes I may give up my fight to be all You desire for me.  Allow me the pleasure of savoring the taste of victory when I overcome an obstacle or if You find pride in my attempts.   All of my successes belong to You and I need to share their rewards with You.   I don't expect You to spoil me with grand displays for little victories, but when I've reached beyond the limits of my past attempts, please don't deny me the sweet feelings of knowing I've achieved a goal You've set.&lt;br /&gt;I need to share with You.  Sharing with You is a compelling need and one of the cornerstones of my submissive nature.  This includes the emotional and spiritual aspects of my being as well as the physical body I inhabit.  It may be difficult for me to give You access to the deeper levels of my emotions and feelings but those are the things I need to share the most.  I'll depend on You to direct me in ways I can achieve total openness with You.  I also need to share in the things You are.   Trust me enough to share in Your fears, failures and struggles.  I'll never see You as weak or incapable because You have shown confidence in me by giving part of Yourself in trust. &lt;br /&gt;I need to feel loved, respected, and protected in Your ownership.  No matter how well I've done or how miserably I've failed, I need to know I'm still loved and protected by You.  Nothing will prevent me from trying new things like fear of losing Your respect and love.  By the reverse, nothing will encourage me to expand my limits and grow to be all I am capable of being more than knowing You will be there to protect me from harm and will love me even if I fall short of the target.  I need to be loved and to love You in return.  I can't survive without it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-1540736624667560084?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/1540736624667560084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2012/01/subs-needs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/1540736624667560084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/1540736624667560084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2012/01/subs-needs.html' title='a subs needs'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-2821924808081753129</id><published>2012-01-09T11:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:09:50.862Z</updated><title type='text'>kajiras love</title><content type='html'>A kajira's love is as delicate as a freshly bloomed talendar and as fierce as a she-sleen in heat.  Both growing to levels of unbelivable strength under the right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When a kajira loves it shows in her serves, with every breath she takes, from every subtle movement she makes.  Ever will she place herself in the most pleasing of positions so that her Master can both admire her and be proud to call her his girl.  Nothing can match the beauty of a girl who is cared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But....just like the talendar that is left untended so that weeds and thorns overwhelm it, thus too is the frail submissive beauty of a kajira.  A kajira has no choice but to serve, she via's to do so with beauty and grace.  But if left untended will wilt till the caring hand of a beloved Master once more touches and cares for her.  Then she blossoms anew into the beauty that is within every female.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-2821924808081753129?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/2821924808081753129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2012/01/kajiras-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/2821924808081753129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/2821924808081753129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2012/01/kajiras-love.html' title='kajiras love'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-8927481201358588630</id><published>2011-12-02T16:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-02T16:07:06.328Z</updated><title type='text'>pc issues</title><content type='html'>had some pc issues so have been unable to online but one new pc later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will get back to typing in the few days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-8927481201358588630?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/8927481201358588630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2011/12/pc-issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/8927481201358588630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/8927481201358588630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2011/12/pc-issues.html' title='pc issues'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-1967818406303281341</id><published>2011-10-27T16:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:28:47.032+01:00</updated><title type='text'>difference between a kajira and a slave</title><content type='html'>There is a difference between a kajira and a slave. A kajira serves her Master with pride, her submission comes from deep within her soul, and it is also a part of her heart. A true kajira will kneel in front of her Master and surrender not only her body, but her mind, heart and soul. She belongs to him completely, totally and unconditionally. This goes well beyond trust; a kajira must have integrity, loyalty, and honesty. For without those values she has nothing. But with them she has everything. She must unquestionably strive to please her Master because his word is law. He will protect her, nurture her, and guide her. He will punish her, but not with hate or cruelty, but with love and caring to make her strong and special. A true kajira is valued property, because with all of her heart she wants only to bring her Master great pleasure. She does this with the beauty of her serves, the pride in which she wears her collar, and she continually works on ways to please and be pleasing to her Master.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-1967818406303281341?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/1967818406303281341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2011/10/difference-between-kajira-and-slave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/1967818406303281341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/1967818406303281341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2011/10/difference-between-kajira-and-slave.html' title='difference between a kajira and a slave'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-2829900081453677877</id><published>2011-10-26T20:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T20:38:38.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS A KAJIRA?</title><content type='html'>Basically a kajira is a Gorean slave girl who is usually branded with a kef (k) and  collared, owned by a Free person. A kajira reflect upon her Owner, every bit of her behaviour will reveal to other people who is her Owner, therefore a Kajira is to act correctly in order to make her Owner shine upon other and proud.&lt;br /&gt;A kajira is a complete slave. It is not like in BDSM where the slave only serves her owner. On Gor the slave is to serve every Free in all ways ordered. The Owner will choose to ask for compensation or not.&lt;br /&gt;A slave is owned and she will do whatever is asked. She is prised for her intelligence, her wisdom, her beauty and her obedience. She will try her best to be in her best in every of those part for her live lies upon it. Displeasing slaves are punished sometimes very severely. They can be slained, whipped, or simply discarded. A slave disobeying will most likely be killed.&lt;br /&gt;As much as a kajira is proud of her body and her skills she will not try to be better than the free. The free are always right and better for they are free. The free might ask advices to their slaves but the decision will and always will be the Free’s call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-2829900081453677877?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/2829900081453677877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-is-kajira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/2829900081453677877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/2829900081453677877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-is-kajira.html' title='WHAT IS A KAJIRA?'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-3933672391583283709</id><published>2011-10-26T20:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T20:13:48.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Slave's Pledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kneel before you, my eyes cast down, my head bowed in Respect, my hands upon my thighs, their palms upturned in offering of my submission... my back arches lifting my breasts, my thighs part, exposing myself to you.. my body totally accessible to you... my heart trusting that you will not bring it pain... my soul seeking to soar to heights unimaginable...my mind open to communication,&lt;br /&gt;to be taught, guided and directed by you... I lift my voice and ask permission to speak... I lift my eyes and look into your's... and i begin to speak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pledge to you, my Master,&lt;br /&gt;From everlasting into everlasting these things to you I vow.......to follow you beyond the sunset, to kneel beside you through all times and to ever rise anew from the lessons of all our yesterdays.... our house will be a house of joy where all may seek refuge and share in our love... our house will never be haunted by the ghosts of you and I...for what I call love... you will call service and I will love you, my Master, and I know that you will cherish the "gift" I offer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have always been my destiny, my reason, my meaning, my first and last cause... so I joyfully submit to you all my tomorrows All that I am and am to become...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submit to you, Master.. to mold me into the slave I am yet to be...together we will silence all our fears...between us there shall be nothing withheld ... there shall be no yesterday or tomorrow... only the spirit of this day will be our guide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take this longing from my heart..from my soul and my body and mind...and in this with you I shall be one.... this collar shall be a sign and seal of these vows....bind us with a chain so strong that time will not dissolve it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach up and take your hands, I kiss your fingertips, then I lower myself to the floor and kiss your feet... again with head bowed in respect to you... I await your voice Master, to lead, guide, direct and protect me.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-3933672391583283709?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/3933672391583283709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2011/10/slaves-pledge-i-kneel-before-you-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/3933672391583283709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/3933672391583283709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2011/10/slaves-pledge-i-kneel-before-you-my.html' title=''/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-8958889520043003189</id><published>2011-10-25T21:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:40:42.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>holding the leash</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;A  good slave, any good slave, will challenge, testing her boundaries,  pushing &amp;amp; nudging. Sometimes it's obvious, sometimes subtle but she  is ALWAYS tugging at her leash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needing to feel the resistance,  to know the leash is held.. Why ? .. because it makes her feel safe. If  You let the leash go slack, she will slip away. If You yank it too  hard, she will choke and die. It is a simple, constant tension, that  defines a Man as a Master. It is not empty vapid threats and stomping  off like a child. It is the passing of a look of disapproval, a subtle  graceful thing that a Master does as an act of love. When she yanks  hard, He does not yank back as hard as He can. If anything He shows her  in His calm grasp that He is merciful and could do worse. If He punishes  her, it is not out of revenge, but out of love. Desire not to see her  suffering, but her learning. To comfort her with His strength, with her  boundaries. That she will feel safe and become the caregiver she is bred  to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-8958889520043003189?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/8958889520043003189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2011/10/holding-leash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/8958889520043003189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/8958889520043003189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2011/10/holding-leash.html' title='holding the leash'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-237055923746783594</id><published>2011-10-16T11:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T11:09:36.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction to Submission</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mtl fbDocument"&gt;&lt;p&gt;a very simple guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choices&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Life is all about priorities and priorities are the result of  choices (which in turn will likely lead to new priorities). In this  case, since we are talking about a voluntary, self chosen, relationship,  these will be your personal, consensual choices. For the purpose of  excursive - but if you already are in a relationship of some kind it  will of course be more than an excursive - in this article we will  assume you ARE in a dominant/submissive relationship and - as far as  your mindset is concerned, your best bet - when it comes to power  exchange - always is to at least assume reality. That will simply help  you to make better, more realistic judgments.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    So, this first step is all about choices. Because making choices is what submission is all about.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Wanting to be submissive - no matter what format submission has  or will get for you - is a very self-confident, brave choice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    It is also one that may (and very likely will) have future  consequences. Serious consequences that may interfere with other things -  possibly even with your life as you know it now. Which is why we start  off with making choices and thinking them through before making any.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;   No it's and but's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    No matter what choices you make, one thing is paramount. Choosing  the submissive role in a relationship, you will be making the choice to  put (some of) your (future) partner's wishes at the top of your  priority list. Maybe always, maybe not always, maybe only sometimes,  that is up to the two of you. But no matter what format your submission  takes - be it just on incidental cases, in the bedroom only or on an  every day, all day basis - when you submit you place all your own  priorities below those of your dominant partner for the period, you  choose to submit to them. And again, this period can be an hour, your  entire life or anything in between. When you submit you will have to  accept this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;    It is like being pregnant. You cannot be just a tiny bit pregnant ..... you are.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    In other words, do it or don't. That does not mean there will be  no room for (re)negociation, changing priorities or shifting situations.  What it does mean though is that there is no room for nagging, bitching  and whining. Let us give you a few examples to clarify this:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;        * Let's assume you agreed to having your butt caned. And  let's even assume you agreed to a predesigned number of strokes, let's  say ten. From that moment on there are various possibilities.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          The most likely one is that - on second thought (and more  importantly "second feel") - ten is much more painful than you thought  it would be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      Basically, that's tough luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          You accepted ten strokes, you overestimated yourself and  the pain will be a valuable lesson for you never to do that again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          If you can't sit for the rest of the day - if as a  consequence you cannot go to work the next morning - if in hindsight the  bruises are not what you wanted, you only have ONE person to blame:  yourself!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          AFTERWARDS you can (and should) inform your partner about  the fact that you overestimated yourself or made a bad judgment. But you  should also make clear you and only YOU are the one to blame here and  that you accept the consequences as a result of that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          Now let's assume the situation is identical, but the fact  that - in hindsight - it was not what you expected it to be because the  dominant apparently had no clue about caning. Of course he/she shouldn't  have done it, but that doesn't mean you are not equally responsible for  the consequences. You - prior to entering - should have been concerned  about your own well-being and safety and you should have checked if the  dominant was capable of doing what the two of you agreed to.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          That is why educating yourself is so important. If you do  not know what you consent to - you can get yourself in serious trouble.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;        * Another example: you have agreed to NEVER wear underwear.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          Suddenly you have to go to an important meeting - let's say  a job interview - and not wearing underwear makes you extra nervous and  you don't want to do it. Again, the situation here is a matter of tough  luck! That is something you should have considered prior to accepting  the requirement. You cannot have both - it is either/or.. You may of  course re-negotiate and explain, but you must also accept that it was  you overlooking a few things during the negotiation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        * Finally, you want to be dominated. So, accept domination!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          Being submissive is anything BUT about having everything  your way, according to your scenario. If there are things you do not  like, you can (re)negotiate the situation but you cannot set all kinds  of parameters in advance. The "no honey, I have a headache" tactics  won't work anymore. If you agreed to be "a toy", you must also accept  the fact that at times you may be treated as such on THEIR terms and  when THEY want, regardless of the consequences.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    "To everything - turn - turn - turn. There is a season - turn - turn -turn"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    (The Byrds)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    The situation is this: you can - if you want to - limit the  timeframe as well as the parameters of your submission in advance. Or  afterwards.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;    BUT NOT DURING!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    If you missed a crossing you drive on to the point where you can  safely turn. You do not make a U-turn in the middle of the Interstate.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;    And you DISCUSS but not COMPLAIN afterwards.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    As we explained, if you asked to be caned, you can't whine about  the bruises afterwards. That comes with the territory and you'll just  have to accept that. Or, you should have thought about that BEFORE you  entered into anything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    NOTE: The above doesn't mean you have to accept anything and  everything just because you have chosen to submit to anyone. Of course  you don't have to accept deliberate abuse.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    What we emphasize here is that you are realistic about your  choices and their consequences, which includes the fact that nobody is  perfect, that mistakes happen and that you yourself may have been too  optimistic about your own capabilities.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Life is not entirely sanitized for your protection, neither is erotic power exchange.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    The basic protocol of choices:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;        * Make sure you know what you consent to, before doing so&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;        * When uncertain about the consequences, think about (and take sufficient time to do so) and/or ASK&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;        * Accept the consequences of your choices gracefully and in a  mature way - even if they do not turn out the way you expected&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;        * If you did not properly inform and educate yourself, then  do so - INDEPENDENTLY (i.e. your dominant is A source but not THE only  source of information, you only have yourself to blame&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    "Safe, Sane and Consensual" is a rather hollow phrase without the words Voluntary and Informed added to it!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Look before your leap!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    What this comes down to is that there are no irrelevant details,  when it comes to erotic power exchange and that you'll really have to  think about everything you do or want. You may dream about total  slavery, but the consequence of that dream - if brought to life - is  that you will probably have to abandon any plans about having children,  future education or having a career and that such a decision will have  serious consequences for your future life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    And it doesn't have to be that drastic. "I am my Master's slave"  tattooed on your body now may be a very appealing thought, but it  probably will look pretty silly by the time you are eighty (not a  problem as such, as long as you are aware of such a consequence BEFORE  you agree to the tattoo).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    The result of almost any power based relationship is that the  submissive partner will be (partially) conditioned and such conditioning  (again a very appealing thought for many) WILL have certain lasting  effects on your life and very likely on your personality.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Again, we have to be realistic here. Submissives often do not do a  very good job in the (hopefully unlikely) event the relationship breaks  up. Especially those used to a situation where the power dynamics were  partially integrated in their daily lives will have made choices that  limit their ability to set up a life of their own. And - no matter what  the two of you promised each other when everything was still moonlight  and roses - when relationships go sour, partners frequently go sour as  well and the "support" you had been promised, may very well turn out to  be something you have to fight for in court. Or it may be very minimal,  or there may be no support at all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Nobody ever promised you life would be fair!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    So when making choices, you have to be realistic about any  limitations, these may bring about. If you chose to be a "household  slave" and you live a life like that for five or ten years, your chances  on the career market will have dropped to close to zero. Again, that is  not a problem, but you will have to think about such consequences  BEFORE you make any choices.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    In the event you are currently in an Internet relationship of  some kind or are even chatting or emailing about that, bear in mind that  emailing and keyboard chatting means WRITING. Not only is writing a  very one-dimensional form of communication (unless you are a very gifted  writer, something that only those are, who ever make it to the  best-seller list). The written word to the reader is very powerful.  People often tend to forget the impact of their words. The written word -  even on the Internet - still has the connotation that it is something  you have thought about and is usually not interpreted in the casual way,  the word "chat" would assume!!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Safewording&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Choosing a submissive role will put you in a position where you will  need to face the consequences of your choices. That may not always be  easy and may not even always be fun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Don't worry, it is not as difficult as it seems, but you need to  understand that making choices is difficult and that determination and  commitment will be required by your (future) partner. As such that will  be very fulfilling for both of you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We will get you acquainted with this as well as with the use of some  of the most fundamental concepts within an erotic power exchange  relationship: safewording, negotiation, common sense (yes!) and a lot of  other safety aspects.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You probably already know the basic ins and outs of the safeword  concept. That's the credo, but there is a whole lot more to the subject  of safewording. First and foremost this:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Whether or not you are in an existing relationship and regardless  of the dynamics of that relationship and its duration: you need a way  to communicate in case of an unforeseen emergency. And emergencies can  be anything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Besides physical emergencies, especially in a long term  BDSM-relationship something else becomes increasingly important:  emotional safety.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    There are three reasons why you actually need a "relationship safeword" (rather than a "scening safeword":&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;       1. Wear and tear&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          What we are talking about is this; Within an existing  relationship habits grow - and they grow on you. Situations slowly and  almost invisibly shift as the relationship develops. In principal there  is nothing wrong with that. It is partly what having a relationship is  about. Also, as explained, the submissive partner IS conditioned,  whether they like/want this or not. Limits are pushed, priorities  change.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          What this may lead to is that - slowly and usually  inadvertently - a situation may evolve that incorporates things that you  are not happy with. Small things, small compromises, minor irritations.  Very minor cracks in the relationship. The wear and tear of time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          In many cases, these small cracks may add up to something  bigger. And in a relationship where power is omni-present and mutual  trust is the basis of everything, you need a way to prevent these small  cracks from happening - or repair them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          Especially in a long term relationship you need a signal,  that enables you to discuss these minor cracks in a strictly non-power  situation and for those moments you need a pre-designated safeword or  signal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;       2. Mood/Emotions/Hormonal changes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          And another thing is this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          You are a person and - again as much as you may not like  that - as a result you are subject to changes in various stages in your  life. Menopause, pregnancy, stress, and fatigue  are some examples of  such changes, but there are more. All changes - no matter how minor -  can have a huge impact on your sex life, your sexual drive but also on  your mental determination.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          Changes in life are no joke. Take for instance what society  has termed "the woman's prerogative",  where it is expected that a  woman changes everything, always and suddenly". Although it may or may  not be your RIGHT to change, the fact of the matter is that it happens.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          Realistic, experienced couples will find ways to deal with  that (frequently with substantial difficulty, by the way) - dominants  with a little less experience in life especially have a tendency to  forget about this (or just don't know about it). Like it or not: you may  have to educate them in this area and you may also have to educate them  about the fact that your changes may not always be completely logical  nor fully explicable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          Especially such education processes may require a pre-designated safeword.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;       3. Life changes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          Finally, nothing in life lasts forever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;          For example, if you are in a contract-situation now,  unforeseen things may happen that will require you to re-evaluate your  situation. And frequently: BDSM-contracts do not have that option, which  again frequently is at the root of a lot of stress. Even in a total  power exchange (total "slavery") situation you may be forced to change -  simply because life forces you to. An unforeseen illness for example  may be a reason or an unforeseen career change (for you or your  partner). And of course, if you have children their lives usually have a  habit of taking all kinds of unforeseen turns and twists. Make sure  somehow such an option is available. Think ahead! You cannot be in a  BDSM-situation without an emergency break - one with limitations maybe,  but still you need one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;    Pride gets you in trouble&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Many submissives get themselves - and the relationship - in  trouble as the result of something else: false pride!. One thing to  understand and always keep in mind is that you are in a loving  relationship. NOT in the BDSM Olympics. You do not have to prove to  yourself or the dominant how good you are and how much you can take. Any  time you feel the need to use a safeword or otherwise stop or at least  evaluate the situation: DO SO.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Don't be afraid to feel stupid or use the safeword at the wrong  time or for the wrong reasons. Using a safeword is never stupid and  never wrong. NOT using it is! Yes, you may get it wrong, yes you may  disappoint your dominant, yes, you may be forced to shortcut something  that is very hot and exciting for them. Still: both of you can have a  lot of fun by "using" you, but not at the expense of you! Calculating  yourself out of the equation is always the wrong thing to do. And if you  make a mistake, so be it. You'll learn from it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    A safeword alone is not enough&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Just using a safeword isn't good enough. You need to provide an  explanation (probably not immediately). You need to communicate the  reasons why you felt the urge to safeword. It may be that there is a  rule that you'll be punished when using a safeword for the wrong  reasons. Especially if you are a novice sub - that is not a good rule  and you should not accept it. You need to learn when and how to use  safewords - because that in itself can be a difficult choice to make.  Hence you need the freedom to learn and communication about it is a much  better way than punishment (it probably is embarrassing enough to you  when it happens anyway).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Also, it is a good idea - again especially if you are new to BDSM  - to make another arrangement with your dominant partner: they should -  occasionally and especially when in doubt themselves - ASK YOU if you  want to safeword.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Always remember: a safeword is the end of a scene but also the  beginning of the next step in your communication and negotiation  process. And it is an important part of the learning curve for BOTH of  you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Difficult choices&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Every time you come to the point where you have to make a  decision about using a safeword, you will be faced with the difficult  choice between ending or temporarily holding whatever is happening and  wanting to try and take a little more to see what happens. We cannot  give you any solid advice when it comes to that - simply because  individual situations are always different and so are individual people.  What we can tell you though is that it is always better to be safe than  sorry. An early terminated scene can be repeated and the fun can be  restored. A breach of trust, fear as a result of a situation going sour,  cracks in the relationship can not be repaired that easily and  sometimes not at all. So try to prevent them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    There is one thing you should know about safewording, especially  if you are a novice sub. Sometimes a scene has to be no fun to get to  the real fun. For example, you may be asked to something you absolutely  don't want to do, but when you have done it - the euphoria brings you to  a much higher state of pleasure. Pain sometimes - and for some - has to  go to the point where you cannot stand it anymore before it turns into  the real pleasure. Although none of these statements is always true in  every situation - and although it is also wise to better be safe than  sorry - you may want to test yourself and your responses to a situation.  In such cases it is wise to tell your dominant you are "at the verge of  safewording" but willing to test yourself. By doing so they know you  are close to the emergency break, they may even slow down or support and  help you and a safeword will not come as a complete surprise. Which is  why a safeword ONLY is insufficient communication. Frequently the  situation at least requires a "qualified safeword".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    And: rule number 1: An ignored safeword is a breach of trust and  may even cause you to rethink the relationship. It is almost always a  warning signal for potential abuse!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;    PERSONAL TEST:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    At this point we will ask you to perform a little test  - one  that may require you to use a safeword. Again, we want you to do this in  private - you don't have to tell anybody. Go to the bathroom and be  naked, no jewelry, no make up. Fold your hands behind your head and just  stand there, facing the mirror. Lower your head and your eyes in such a  way that your head will be bowed but that - if you want to - you can  look at yourself in the mirror through your eyelashes. Try to hold this  position for at least ten minutes, breath calmly and deeply and  concentrate on yourself and try to connect to your emotions and maybe  your submissive fantasy if you have one. The moment this feels  uncomfortable to you, or if you feel silly doing this, SAY YOUR SAFEWORD  OUT LOAD! and stop the test. If you have to, you have done nothing  wrong. It's all right, you have only just learned to use a safeword and  that you can do this without consequences. You haven't disappointed  anybody, not even yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    In the event you did NOT feel the need to use a safeword, well,  that's all right too. You've just been in a situation where you could,  but you did not have to. That lesson is just as valuable as well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When the dominants "rights" put a strain on the relationship&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    We all know that the dominant usually has the right to call upon  you (the submissive) at anytime. Which often leaves the submissive  feeling used and ignored. Especially when the dominant only seems to  have time for them when they have broken a rule. When a chewing out is  in order.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    This is one of the reasons the submissive acts out, to get the  attention they need. Especially if they are insecure in their  relationship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    From a submissive point of view, it is very important to feel  secure with the relationship. When that is missing all kind of ideas  form in the submissive head. This situation especially - and  unfortunately frequently - happens online.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    For those of you who are in what is generally called an online  relationship and use chat programs - and can tell when the other party  is online - such situations can be really bad from the subs' point of  view.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Here you sit seeing their name lit up, you send a message to say  good morning or ask a question and no reply. It should be mandatory that  unless you intend on sharing your time with your submissive that you DO  NOT show online, go invisible.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    The attitude, described above, gives the submissive the  impression that they are not worth taking time to speak to. Though the  dominant seems to find time to be online doing what? Who is he talking  to? Is he tired of me? All questions that run through a submissive mind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Then when the dominant does come to talk, its about who they  spoke to, thus letting you know they were online and chose to ignore the  one person that should be the most important person in their life. It  may be a fact that submissives are usually trained to be patient, but  when the submissive begins to feel used, or that they are little more  than a doormat for the dominant to use when the mood hits, it leaves  them feeling like a failure no matter how hard they try. Feeling like an  outcast.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    After all there are 24 hours in a day, at least an hour of that  time should be dedicated to encouraging, letting your submissive know  they are loved and cared for. The nature of a submissive is to be "  submissive" not to be "used".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Submissives have feelings too. Surprise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;with love from the submissive with the slaves heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-237055923746783594?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/237055923746783594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2011/10/introduction-to-submission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/237055923746783594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/237055923746783594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2011/10/introduction-to-submission.html' title='Introduction to Submission'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-2727295006735678789</id><published>2011-10-16T11:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T11:05:38.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'>back again</title><content type='html'>greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i would like to thank those that have joined this my blog welcome along for the ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second i would like to say i'm sorry for not being here, my life changed a lot with the death of my chain sister, and my Master at the time stopping being a dominant. but again things changed and now i have a new Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third i have been learning to be a gorean kajira, this has been a real eye opener and has taken a lot of my life up, but i will so my best to spend some time here. i will post some more about that here soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love from the submissive with the slaves heart. xxx0xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-2727295006735678789?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/2727295006735678789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/2727295006735678789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/2727295006735678789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-again.html' title='back again'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-5144547034157606755</id><published>2011-03-31T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T11:26:32.126+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>the 30 song get to know you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1 - your favourite song&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Army of Lovers - Obsession (Original Version!!!)  --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QG0vIiwWGGo" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QG0vIiwWGGo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 - your least favourite song&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somewhere over the Rainbow - Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwoʻole  --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1bFr2SWP1I" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1bFr2SWP1I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 - a song that makes you happy day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tiësto - Adagio For Strings --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EaE0_gQLw0" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EaE0_gQLw0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 - a song that makes you sad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Titanic- Rose's theme --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OSZCFFpix2g&amp;amp;feature=related" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OSZCFFpix2g&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 - a song that reminds you of someone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;something to believe in - mike and the mechanics --- unable to find&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6 - a song that reminds you of somewhere&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris Rea - On The Beach --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6X0FjlybCqs" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6X0FjlybCqs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7 - a song that reminds you of a certain event&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;live - Forever May Not Be Long Enough --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RGB5rzB2M9o" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RGB5rzB2M9o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 - a song that you know all the words to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face - George Michael --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6qHDkFHNqw" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6qHDkFHNqw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9 - a song that you can dance to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reflekt Feat. Delline Bass - Need To Feel Loved --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fj1kK8sB9u4" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fj1kK8sB9u4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 - a song that makes you fall asleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;George Michael - You Have Been Loved --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQF9lPE-Ii4" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQF9lPE-Ii4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11 - a song from your favorite band&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New Order - World --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvoWN5Jxskc" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvoWN5Jxskc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12 - a song from a band you hate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anything with rap (again don't even make me search)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13 - a song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LL Cool J - Ain't Nobody --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6K27X3behn0" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6K27X3behn0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14 - a song that no one would expect you to love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Katra - Beast Within --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAfOuwM-Hd4" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAfOuwM-Hd4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15 - a song that describes you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mike and the mechanics - house of many rooms  --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBFcQEJEvSk" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBFcQEJEvSk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mike And The Mechanics - Mea Culpa --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZcPzpjPvmI" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZcPzpjPvmI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16 - a song that you used to love but now hate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;can't think of anything to be honest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17 - a song that you hear often on the radio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;don't have the radio on that much if i do it's 5 live&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18 - a song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;don't have the radio on that much if i do it's 5 live&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19 - a song from your favorite album&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mike And The Mechanics - Mea Culpa --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZcPzpjPvmI" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZcPzpjPvmI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20 - a song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kate Bush - Waking The Witch --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5b2ZXNLqUeE" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5b2ZXNLqUeE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;((give this song a chance to get going))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21 - a song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amy MacDonald - This Is The Life [DJs From Mars Bootleg Remix] --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMQzlkbs9RY&amp;amp;NR=1" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMQzlkbs9RY&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22 - a song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Limp Bizkit - Behind Blue Eyes --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEGI9NbH-mk" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEGI9NbH-mk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leona Lewis - The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qy1XMPi7VUY&amp;amp;feature=fvw" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qy1XMPi7VUY&amp;amp;feature=fvw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23 - a song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leona Lewis - The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qy1XMPi7VUY&amp;amp;feature=fvw" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qy1XMPi7VUY&amp;amp;feature=fvw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24 - a song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alan Parsons Project - Old and Wise --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLtFsiOFn-4" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLtFsiOFn-4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25 - a song that makes you laugh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weird Al Yankovic - Virus Alert --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pLHWKqNJgA&amp;amp;feature=channel" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pLHWKqNJgA&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26 - a song that you can play on an instrument&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;most things if i have a computer LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27 - a song that you wish you could play&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talk Talk - Life's What You Make It --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mXsmyLtpxlA" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mXsmyLtpxlA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28 - a song that makes you feel guilty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jose Nunez - Bilingual --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tluc_Q06n2w" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tluc_Q06n2w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29 - a song from your childhood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Barron Knights - Then He Kicked Me  --- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vm_3w7sfm4o" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vm_3w7sfm4o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30 - your favorite song at this time last year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;again will have to passcan't think of anything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-5144547034157606755?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/5144547034157606755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-song-get-to-know-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/5144547034157606755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/5144547034157606755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-song-get-to-know-you.html' title='the 30 song get to know you'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-2601141642304814140</id><published>2010-12-24T10:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:39:05.965Z</updated><title type='text'>9 of the best (punishment)</title><content type='html'>This never happened to me and it hope it never happens, posted with permission of the Master and kajira (Gorean slave)  who this happed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;9 of the best by kajira s (a true story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;girl woke in the morning as normal and saw to my normal duties, coffee and breakfast for my Master, today was like any normal day, but in my body i felt a burning twisting feeling. From the hall way i heard my Master go into His office, i picked up His tray and took it to Him placing it on His desk, i stood there for a moment, hearing my own heart beating in my ears.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“go prepare the room and your self my girl, lets get this over with” Masters voice was hard and cold&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“yes my Master” i whispered hardly able to speak.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;i set about getting the room ready for my punishment, my cuffs made of polished steel gleamed on the shelf. The small box on which i would stand while my Master bound my hands above my head and then clip them to the roof beam was in place under the hook, then i made sure the the first aid box was at hand for afterwards.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;Having made sure that all was ready for the punishment, i returned to Masters office and kneeling in the door way said “my Master the room and girl is ready” Master got up from His desk and walked past me not even looking at me, “bring the slaves whip” where the only words He spoke His voice hard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;Now a word about the slaves whip, made from a dark brown leather about a meter long maybe about 2 inches round, at the grip tapering down to 2 knots on the end. It hangs in the hall way, coiled and ready for use. One of my tasks is every week to take it down, clean it, check it over looking for cracks in the hard plated leather. This slaves whip is never used for anything, but punishments.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;As i took it down from the wall Master had gone up to the room. i followed Him holding the whip in my hands close to my chest as i entered Master was facing me, i knelt at His feet then after kissing the whip held it up to Him, my eyes looked up at Him, had He grown taller and stronger i thought to myself. He took the whip from me then took my top off lifting to up over my head keeping my hands up. Before i could move my hands back down the cuffs where round my wrists there cool steel grip tight. Master lifted me to my feet and looked into my eyes. He softly kissed my lips, then said “are you ready my girl”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“yes, my Master” i said with a timid tone to my voice&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;He helped me step up on to the box and clipped my hands high above my head then the box was taken away, my toes just touched the floor taking some of my weight off my writs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;Master walked round behind me His fingers ran down my back His touch felt soft but cold.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“you will count my girl, I will pause if you use the safe word, but you will get 9 of the best, you know the safe word”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“yes my Master” i said trying to ready myself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“and that is ?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“steam my Master”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;there was another pause&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;Hearing the tip of the whip hit the floor my whole body went tense, ho hell this is really about to happen Master was not playing with me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;i heard the first one coming a sharp crack in the wind when it hit me taking the wind right out of me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“1” i managed to say.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;Snap crack a wall of heat ran down my back snapping my head back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“2” i sputtered&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“ok my girl” Master said matter of fact like.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“yes my Master” i managed to say.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;Boom the 3rd one took my feet from under me for a moment i hung from my wrists burning pain shoot up my arms making me forget the pain in my back and find my feet in seconds.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“3” i whispered&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;4 came seconds later,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“stop” i said&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“stop my Master” i begged&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;6&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“please girl begs my Master to stop”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;my mind was a mess, how did i get myself into this, i'm a dam fool, what was i thinking how do i stop this..........&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;7&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“steam, steam” i all most shouted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;Master put His arms round my middle and lifted me up a little and pushed the box under my feet&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“are you ok my girl” His voice was soft and gentle&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“a moment please girl begs”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;He nodded His head and i took a few deep breaths.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“what's the count” Master asked&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“7” i replied&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“how many to go”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“2”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;He paused a few more moments then asked “ready”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“yes my Master”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;He kicked the box out from under me, “ow” i cried out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;8 cracked in to my back Master was not holding back&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;9&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;my head fell forward into my chest tears flowed down my face dripping off my nose.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;Master coiled the whip and placed it on the shelf , then looked me right right in the eyes, now my Master is not a soft man or a weak person, but i was sure there was water in the corner of His eyes and His face looked sad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;He then turned and left the room, my toes just about managed to turn me round to face the door. Omg i was on my own Master had left the room, then I heard Him going down the stairs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;“my Master” i called out, nothing “my Master” i called again, still nothing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;left with nothing, but the sound of my own blood rushing in my ears, the pain in my back and arms and my own thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;I'm not sure about how long i hung there like that maybe a hour time was a bit of a blur&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;Master came back into the room and ask “have you learned my girl ?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“yes my Master” i sheepishly replied.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“and that is”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“when Master tells girl to do something do it the first time”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“and what else”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;i paused a second&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“then you have not learned my girl” He said as He turned back to the door.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;“not to crave the attention of my Master when i know that he cares for me all ways” i whispered all most asking?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;He stopped in His tracks and turned back to me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“say that again, so that I can heat hear you better”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“not to crave the attention of my Master when i know that he cares for me all ways” i said louder&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;He put His arms round me and held me close lifting me up again putting the box back where i could stand on it and i started crying again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;He unclipped my wrists and slowly lowed my arms. He pulled me close to His body. “Good girl” He whispered into my ear over and over. He held me close to His body while my sobs subsided. He took the cuffs of my shaking hands then lifted me in to arms and carried me to the shower where He set about washing and tending to my back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;W/we talked for a bit while the warm water ran over my body, He told me how He hated to punish me, and the He was all ways thinking and taking care of me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;“I'm proud of my girl” Master said later as he watched me put the slaves whip back on the hook.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“am I going to have to do that again” He asked matter of fact like.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;“no my Master, never” i replied as i knelt at His feet, He rested His hand on my head and i wrapped my arms round His leg. “good girl, my wife, my love, my kajira” He said softly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;This one is a stupid little slave girl, who for a moment forgot how much Master cares for girl, and acted foolish looking for a bit of attention and that hurts more then the lashes but not as much as seeing the pain in my Masters eyes after He put the whip down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western"&gt;girl will never forget that my Master is all ways thinking of girl caring for girl and loving girl.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;For girl is His mind body and soul.&lt;/p&gt;The end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted with permission of the Master and kajira (Gorean slave)  who this happed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this one i am turning comments off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by the submissive with the slaves heart XxxX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-2601141642304814140?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/2601141642304814140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/2601141642304814140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2010/12/9-of-best-punishment.html' title='9 of the best (punishment)'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-3131105289623674781</id><published>2010-12-22T10:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:15:33.455Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>merry Christmas and a happy new year to you all in case i don't get back before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKrx-4Awe70"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKrx-4Awe70&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-3131105289623674781?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/3131105289623674781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/3131105289623674781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/3131105289623674781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year-to.html' title=''/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-3769364976009748048</id><published>2010-12-22T09:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-12-22T09:45:13.001Z</updated><title type='text'>thats snow fun or chains  and snow</title><content type='html'>i awoke this morning to a crisp white world of snow, good maybe W/we will stay in bed ha fat chance of that,  "black wine" my girl (black wine is gorean for coffee) "yes my Mistress" and so to the normal duties i went. now my duties are morning drinks and breakfast, sort any post bring the milk in etc. ensuring to Mistresses needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "ho and sweep the path of snow" She called&lt;br /&gt;"yes my Mistress"&lt;br /&gt;so i set about dressing for snow, dam my ankle chains are still on .&lt;br /&gt;"Mistress my" i was cut off with the words "Sweep girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so into the yard bear foot and wrapped in my coat i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweep sweep sweep chink sweep sweep sweep chink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was not so bad could have been a lot worse until i was sweeping under the fur tree that stands about 8 foot tall in the garden (the path go's right past it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when boom i knocked a branch and most of the snow fell off on to my clean path via the inside of my clothes i turn swiftly and foom over i went crashing into heap face first in to the snow i had been sweeping up . some muttering went on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i was cold wet and looking like a snow man, but the worse part what the chain had got into a knot and my fingers where so cold i could not untie it. so theres me in nothing on but a night shirt coat and ankle chains hopping up the path when i hear the guy next door come out of his house and start sweeping could it get any worse ? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"morning" he calls...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-3769364976009748048?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/3769364976009748048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2010/12/thats-snow-fun-or-chains-and-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/3769364976009748048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/3769364976009748048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2010/12/thats-snow-fun-or-chains-and-snow.html' title='thats snow fun or chains  and snow'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-2837582483636338060</id><published>2010-12-16T14:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-16T15:05:16.479Z</updated><title type='text'>mutterings</title><content type='html'>well i am back....... seems about the last place i can post my feelings and words, for the last 2-3 years i've been running a group on facebook and a forum for submissive's, slaves &amp;amp; kajiras (gorean slaves) well it would seem that well, my words feels thoughts have upset someone..... as all on the same day my group and forum get removed no word as to why, just poof "your group has been removed" well who ever it is was hope you keep better now freedom of speech my bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand guess i will just have to ramble on here (ok feel sorry for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a little update of what's happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;been in and out of hospital a few times&lt;br /&gt;been studying the Gorean kajira (eg leaning the poses and kneels etc)&lt;br /&gt;oo and playing far to much second life where we have our own Gorean sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise now that i will be about more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kajira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the submissive with the slaves heart xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-2837582483636338060?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/2837582483636338060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2010/12/mutterings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/2837582483636338060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/2837582483636338060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2010/12/mutterings.html' title='mutterings'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-7423928574873300826</id><published>2009-06-19T08:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:59:48.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lot's going on</title><content type='html'>i am sorry that i have not made a posting her for a while, a lot has gone on since my last post,  i will try to make a post over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-7423928574873300826?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/7423928574873300826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/06/lots-going-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/7423928574873300826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/7423928574873300826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/06/lots-going-on.html' title='lot&apos;s going on'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-4475777710715376099</id><published>2009-05-14T20:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:53:33.009+01:00</updated><title type='text'>talking</title><content type='html'>i have been talking to another submissive called samantha on facebook over the last week, and i called her on the phone today (14/may/2009), and have come to see what it is like to be a submissive, in a full on loving relationship. she gives herself so freely to Him, it made me feel almost unsubmissive.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to better myself so much, to be just like her, but i find it so hard sometimes, yes i would do anything for my Mistress and She gives me so much in return. Why do i need to test things, to do things that i know are going to hurt Her. my last post is not just something that i like, but a plea to myself to stop, think, obey and give myself to Her freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me the spirit to know Her needs...&lt;br /&gt;Allow me the kindness to choke back retorts...&lt;br /&gt;Allow me the serenity to serve Her in peace...&lt;br /&gt;Allow me the love to show Her in peace...&lt;br /&gt;Allow me the tenderness to comfort Her...&lt;br /&gt;Allow me the light to show U~us the way...&lt;br /&gt;Allow me the wisdom to be an asset to Her...&lt;br /&gt;Let me be able to show Her each day my love by my service to Her...&lt;br /&gt;Let me open myself up to completely belong to Her...&lt;br /&gt;Let my eyes show Her each day my love by my service to Her...&lt;br /&gt;Let me open myself up to completely belong to Her...&lt;br /&gt;Let my eyes show Her the same respect, whether i sit at Her side, or kneel at Her feet...&lt;br /&gt;Let me accept my punishment with the grace of a woman...&lt;br /&gt;Let me learn to please Her, beyond myself...&lt;br /&gt;Grant me the power to give myself to Her completely...&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength to please U~us both...&lt;br /&gt;Permit me to love myself, in loving Her...&lt;br /&gt;Allow me the peace of serving Her...&lt;br /&gt;For it is my greatest wish, my highest power, to make Her life complete, as She makes mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-4475777710715376099?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/4475777710715376099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/05/talking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/4475777710715376099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/4475777710715376099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/05/talking.html' title='talking'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-1903739451607443918</id><published>2009-05-13T18:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:41:34.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i am girl</title><content type='html'>Allow girl the strength to answer questions i cannot fathom&lt;br /&gt;Allow girl the spirit to know Her needs&lt;br /&gt;Allow girl the serenity to serve Her in peace&lt;br /&gt;Allow girl the love to show Her herself&lt;br /&gt;Allow girl the tenderness to comfort Her&lt;br /&gt;Allow girl the wisdom to be an asset to Her&lt;br /&gt;Let girl be able to show Her each day her love of her service to Her&lt;br /&gt;Let girl open herself up to completely belong to Her&lt;br /&gt;Let girl accept her punishment with the grace of a woman&lt;br /&gt;Let girl learn to please Her, beyond herself&lt;br /&gt;Grant girl the power to give herself to Her completely&lt;br /&gt;Give girl the strength to please us both&lt;br /&gt;Permit girl to love herself, in loving Her&lt;br /&gt;For it is her greatest wish, her highest power To make His life complete as He makes hers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-1903739451607443918?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/1903739451607443918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/1903739451607443918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/1903739451607443918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-girl.html' title='i am girl'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-8393319164153570241</id><published>2009-04-23T13:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:10:33.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>believe, gift's and friends</title><content type='html'>i find it very funny how some of my friends, find it very hard to understand the D/s lifestyle.They find it hard to understand why i submit. Sometimes i find it hard (mostly while being punished), but it's what i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those that say that everyone is equal... but i believe in every relationship there is to some extent a Dominant and a submissive, it's the way it works one leads and one follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have one friend, that hates it when i'm submissive to her (none sexual). She is all ways going on about it, but i find pride and strength in being submissive / what i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of people that give me strange looks when i'm out shopping and i hold the door open for my Mistress and then bow my head as she walks past, is count less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother just the other day found out about me and after a good long talk, found out herself that she was the submissive to my dad, not in such a way as myself, but in the way that she would always put him first in everything that they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong i don't believe that a submissive is something special something to look up to, it's not. and i know that sometimes i go on like it is, but to sound strange, (bear with me) my submission is a gift, a gift i am proud to give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-8393319164153570241?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/8393319164153570241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/04/believe-gifts-and-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/8393319164153570241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/8393319164153570241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/04/believe-gifts-and-friends.html' title='believe, gift&apos;s and friends'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-1057289148526902435</id><published>2009-04-19T17:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:23:34.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It hurts, being alone</title><content type='html'>Well it's been just over a week that i've been on my own and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me in the week and we talked it over, yes She misses me and we have come to an agreement that i would travel up to see her at the weekends and any other chances that i get. After all she's only 2 hours away from me, but it still feels strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will still do what she asks me to do and be her submissive, i just can't be there for her when she needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorting out a web cam's for both of us, so we can be together as much as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much else to say just now bit of a strange week, but things maybe working out, i hope so as how things where last week, it hurt...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-1057289148526902435?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/1057289148526902435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-hurts-being-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/1057289148526902435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/1057289148526902435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-hurts-being-alone.html' title='It hurts, being alone'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-7902923825881184653</id><published>2009-04-19T11:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:52:48.837+01:00</updated><title type='text'>just a note</title><content type='html'>i've just started a new blog for a story i wrote sometime ago.&lt;br /&gt;please feel free to pop over to &lt;a href="http://theringsstory.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theringsstory.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for what's going on in my life just now i will make a new post here soon. (i may have already done it by the time you read this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-7902923825881184653?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/7902923825881184653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/7902923825881184653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/7902923825881184653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-note.html' title='just a note'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-1886839982939659888</id><published>2009-04-11T15:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:10:17.955+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>what happens to a submissive when there alone ?</title><content type='html'>i've just been put in a unhappy place, my Mistress has left me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may not sound right as i'm a bit lost just now, but i need to wright something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing wrong with our relationship or my submissiveness to her (or lack of it at times), this split is due to work and the fact she wants to go back to collage in her home town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have seen this coming as She was only saying the other month about going back to Sheffield, and well after She spent the weekend up there with Her family, the writing was on the wall. i would like to move up there with her, but that would mean giving up everything that i have here, i would do that gladly, but She will not allow it, She says that i must get on with my life..... SHE IS MY LIFE, i don't know how i'm going to cope with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have learned that my submission has needs -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my submission needs to be used - if it's not it will use&lt;br /&gt;my submission needs to be controlled - if it's not it will take control&lt;br /&gt;my submission needs to be free - i can not hide it way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now 2 of the the above 3 can not be for filled, for who will use it and who will control it..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a road that i don't want to walk down, but have been forced......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart burns and my soul cries, how can one be left alone that needs to be two. i'm scared of what lies ahead for me, now that i am on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-1886839982939659888?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/1886839982939659888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happens-to-submissive-when-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/1886839982939659888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/1886839982939659888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happens-to-submissive-when-there.html' title='what happens to a submissive when there alone ?'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-7636846654219720874</id><published>2009-04-05T19:42:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:20:57.933+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upsetting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collar'/><title type='text'>i am ashamed of myself</title><content type='html'>i have been unwell of late so i'm sorry for not getting down to some typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night was the worse night i've had for a long time, i kept being sick all night, was unable to sleep and then i did something very upsetting to my Mistress, i self harmed. So i'm now sporting a small burn on my left ankle. i find it very hard to understand why i do this, my life could not be better, i'm working, i have a lot of friends who care for me. my Mistress loves, cares and thinks the world of me. Yet i go out and do something that i know is going to upset them all. i know i have let them all down, all i had to do is reach out to them, but something stopped me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i ask them all to forgive me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do feel that i am becoming more and more submissive to my Mistress everyday and she treats me more in this roll. i sometimes worry that she finds it hard to understand the way i am, but we are both learning about each other everyday, even now after 6 month's of being together we are still getting to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i leant the other day when she tells me to do something "at once", i must do it "at once" or get punished.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now wearing full time my ankle chain and collar (picture's below) we are also taking about getting a chain fitted that go's round my waist and down to my ankle, as i all ways ware long skirts or lose fitting trousers it would not be a problem to hide them when out in public (not that i care if someone see them)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on the upside... i've got this week off work, Mistress and i will be going out for days. i'm sure i will post more details as things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SdkDR-FPZqI/AAAAAAAAADg/uC5vw7CcVFg/s1600-h/picture+070+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SdkDR-FPZqI/AAAAAAAAADg/uC5vw7CcVFg/s320/picture+070+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321288041972590242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SdkDRr3AXsI/AAAAAAAAADY/BxJR8ofQna4/s1600-h/picture+028+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SdkDRr3AXsI/AAAAAAAAADY/BxJR8ofQna4/s320/picture+028+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321288037081046722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-7636846654219720874?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/7636846654219720874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-been-unwell-of-late-so-im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/7636846654219720874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/7636846654219720874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-been-unwell-of-late-so-im-sorry.html' title='i am ashamed of myself'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SdkDR-FPZqI/AAAAAAAAADg/uC5vw7CcVFg/s72-c/picture+070+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-3317660604319652208</id><published>2009-03-31T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:59:15.325+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCfmBumHNSQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for You my Mistress with all my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-3317660604319652208?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/3317660604319652208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/03/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/3317660604319652208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/3317660604319652208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/03/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-9121678742562768465</id><published>2009-03-15T14:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T05:34:42.134Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunday coming down</title><content type='html'>So it's all most the start of another week and well what a weekend i've had. Friday i spent the whole day with my Mistress and after worrying all week about how She was going to punish me for what i had said, She let me off with only one smack and a warning to watch my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went clubbing Friday night and She let me have some freedom, but i was careful with my drink and kept by Her side all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went shopping in MK not anything special just normal food shopping in the evening we had a bit of fun in the bedroom, but things got out of hand and i had to use the safety word after my shoulder popped out when She pulled my hands behind my back. She was very upset about this happing, but it was my own fault for pulling forwards to much. i promised Her that i would be more care full next time and was very sorry for using the safety word. Next time i would try harder to take the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Sunday) i cooked Her dinner before i left to get back to my house for another weeks work as i'm on mornings next week i'm hoping that i will get over to see Her in the week, but we will have to wait and see what happens, now i'm thinking about what to do this afternoon, my shoulder is still a bit pain full, but not to bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time rebecca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one other thing i got an email last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mistress is called Emma and my name is rebecca, we are both females, no, no again, and now you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-9121678742562768465?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/9121678742562768465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-coming-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/9121678742562768465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/9121678742562768465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-coming-down.html' title='Sunday coming down'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-5230492329926758838</id><published>2009-03-12T10:51:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:05:35.113Z</updated><title type='text'>pictures say a 1000 words</title><content type='html'>My Mistress how you are to me (strong, sexy, Dominate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SbjqAYhB-oI/AAAAAAAAADI/tYdOifscj8k/s1600-h/Fantasy_Sexual_imaginations_009654_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SbjqAYhB-oI/AAAAAAAAADI/tYdOifscj8k/s320/Fantasy_Sexual_imaginations_009654_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312253052785392258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i am to her (sweet, loving, submissive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SbjqAWYVZQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Q-3o39z6DA4/s1600-h/Fantasy_The_dream_of_a_prince_012258_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SbjqAWYVZQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Q-3o39z6DA4/s320/Fantasy_The_dream_of_a_prince_012258_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312253052212045058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i feel when she is away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SbjqACNnLKI/AAAAAAAAADA/10msnqh7UbE/s1600-h/missing+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SbjqACNnLKI/AAAAAAAAADA/10msnqh7UbE/s320/missing+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312253046798363810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-5230492329926758838?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/5230492329926758838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mistress-how-you-are-to-me-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/5230492329926758838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/5230492329926758838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mistress-how-you-are-to-me-strong.html' title='pictures say a 1000 words'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SbjqAYhB-oI/AAAAAAAAADI/tYdOifscj8k/s72-c/Fantasy_Sexual_imaginations_009654_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-2039843932844074366</id><published>2009-03-10T13:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:31:02.568Z</updated><title type='text'>i keep doing wrong</title><content type='html'>once again i have done wrong, due to the fact i keep forgetting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Mistress took some pictures of me in my command poses. i asked her what She was going to do with them She told me it was up to her and that i was not to ask things like that. well i logged into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;face book&lt;/span&gt; later that afternoon and found that She had added them to our submissive group, i was very upset about that and told her that, what She replied put me in my place "I am you Mistress and I will do with you what I see fit to do, I will not forget or forgive you for what you have said to me today and will deal with it on Friday." She then put the phone down. i am very upset that i did her wrong. i know She will punish me for what i said and i don't mind that i must pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must learn from these mistakes i keep making as there not only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;painful&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flesh&lt;/span&gt;, but also on the heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that my mistress reads this so once again "i'm sorry for being wrong, i forget myself far to easy, and place myself into your arms for punishment"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-2039843932844074366?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/2039843932844074366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-keep-doing-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/2039843932844074366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/2039843932844074366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-keep-doing-wrong.html' title='i keep doing wrong'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-6005731808397946299</id><published>2009-03-10T11:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:53:29.447Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punishment'/><title type='text'>Punishment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Punishment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was out clubbing at the weekend with my Mistress, and well after a bad week i had asked if it was ok to have a drink or two. She said it was fine so long as i did not have too much and get drunk. We got to the club just fine and i was behaving just fine until we ran into some friends from work, they do know about us and how i am towards her, so i explained that i was having a drink, but not too much. Well the night went on and i forgot myself and got very drunk and ended up being sick in the car park of the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning i awoke with a killer hangover and my Mistress very angry. She made me undress and handcuffed my hands behind my back. She told me that She was very angry with the way that i had behaved and that i had done her wrong. She took out her paddle and hit me across the bum until i was crying and begging her to stop. She then put me in the expose submit pose, which is very painful for me to hold for more then a couple of seconds and held me there for what seemed ages. i begged her for forgiveness. She then took me in her arms and forgave me and explained what i did wrong. i understand that i did her wrong and will behave better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i typed this as a warning to other submissive’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. never forget yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. all ways do as you Master / Mistress asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. do not overstep any lines that you have been give (like me getting drunk after being told not to)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-6005731808397946299?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/6005731808397946299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/03/punishment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/6005731808397946299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/6005731808397946299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/03/punishment.html' title='Punishment'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-2491238920234282550</id><published>2009-03-03T10:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:09:42.620Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><title type='text'>my rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Commands from my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mistress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower eyes and be silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Present:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove clothes, kneel with knees spread wide, back straight and head up, and eyes lowered, wrists crossed behind your back then say; "Presenting Master". Wait patiently for examination or instructions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Restrict:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply cross wrists behind back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling &amp;amp; Sit on heels, legs spread and hands (palms up) on top of legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Submit&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling &amp;amp; Sit on heels, lean forward until head touches the ground. Place arms overhead with palms up and wrists crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Expose Submit&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Kneel then sit back on heels, lean back until your back rests on the ground and keeping legs wide apart, place your hands over your head with wrists crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cancels Previous Command. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Basic rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i will :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1 Always ask permission to cum....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2 Never be disrespectful to my Master or Others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3 Not submit to being passed around as a sexual favour to other Doms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4 Always respect my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mistress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and always address her as Mistress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5 Remain constantly alert attempting to anticipate my Masters desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6 Follow instructions exactly and immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7 Be silent unless spoken to, never raise my voice above a whisper unless commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8 Keep my hands by my side or in the restrict pose unless i am using them or when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; commanded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 if my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mistress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; punishes me i will take it thankfully and without compliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 i will do whatever she tells me to do whenever she tells me to do it without question or pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Safety rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; will only use the safety word if :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1 there is a chance of permanent injury, scaring, cutting, burning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2 if while locked up my limbs become cold or numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 i will never allow myself to be struck on ovaries or kidneys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4 i will never allow myself to be hit with whip or crop on the tailbone, head or neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Above all i will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Be Patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Be Humble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Be Open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Communicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Be Honest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Lying or being less than candid can only lead to problems, as my mistress will base the scene on inaccurate information. Besides causing problems, it can be dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Be Vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Be Realistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Be really Submissive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Be Healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are just some of my rules there are many more, but i am being called and i must go now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-2491238920234282550?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/2491238920234282550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/2491238920234282550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/2491238920234282550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-rules.html' title='my rules'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-6718372769802478931</id><published>2009-03-01T17:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:57:49.308Z</updated><title type='text'>i am a submissive woman.</title><content type='html'>i am a submissive woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find pleasure, joy and fulfilment from being submissive to another in a loving relationship.&lt;br /&gt;i am not weak, or stupid. i am a strong woman, with firm views and a clear concept of what i want out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;i do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength.&lt;br /&gt;i look to my loving Mistress for guidance and protection, i am never complete than when She is away from me.&lt;br /&gt;i know that She will protect my body, my mind and my soul with Her strength and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;She is everything to me, as i am everything to Her. Her touch awakens me and Her thoughts free me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in serving do i find complete freedom and joy.&lt;br /&gt;Her punishments are harsh, but i accept them thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;If She desires my body for pleasure, i shall joyfully give it to Her, and take pleasure myself in knowing i have have brought pleasure to Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of any relationship.&lt;br /&gt;The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt, those are all parts of this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;my body is Hers, and if She says i am beautiful, then i am.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what i look like to others, i am beautiful in Her eyes, and because of that i hold my head high…for who can tell me that my Mistress is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If She says i am Her princess, then i am that…&lt;br /&gt;And if i see laughter at me in the eyes of others, i do not recognize it, for who are they to call my Mistress wrong?&lt;br /&gt;If She says i am Her toy, Her slut, then i am that…as wanton and dirty as She wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my mind is Hers, to expand, to explore, to know as only She can. i have no secrets from Her…for secrets are a thing that would keep me from being more perfectly Hers.&lt;br /&gt;my soul is Hers, as bare to Her touch as ever my skin could be when i kneel naked at Her feet.&lt;br /&gt;If i were to ever displease Her, Her displeasure would be a blow to my soul, worse punishment than any lashes could be.&lt;br /&gt;The anguish of my soul that i feel when i disappoint Her is harder to bear than the physical anguish i feel when Her belt caresses me with fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend my days knowing that the energy and thought She puts into our relationship is as much for my benefit as for Hers, and look forward to everyday and everything that we do together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her part is much harder than mine, and i know this and am grateful that She cares enough about me to spend Her time and energy so freely on me.&lt;br /&gt;i have the easier job: to feel, to experience, to let myself go and abandon everything to Her.&lt;br /&gt;i am Her pleasure and Her responsibility, and She takes both seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i am a submissive woman. i am proud to call myself that.&lt;br /&gt;my submission is a gift that i do not give lightly, and can only be given to one who can appreciate that gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     i am a submissive woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is Emma i am rebecca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-6718372769802478931?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/6718372769802478931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-submissive-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/6718372769802478931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/6718372769802478931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-submissive-woman.html' title='i am a submissive woman.'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-3397234922619495256</id><published>2009-02-17T12:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:00:20.989Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I did say I would be keeping this up to date, but I've been unwell so I've not been able to get to the computer, but for now I've just sorted out the "why am I submissive" post  giving a much better are clearer understanding of types of submissive and why I'm submissive. I will post something new soon :) thank you for taking the time to read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-3397234922619495256?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/3397234922619495256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-i-did-say-i-would-be-keeping-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/3397234922619495256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/3397234922619495256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-i-did-say-i-would-be-keeping-this.html' title=''/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-4153510516230658939</id><published>2009-01-29T13:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:56:41.192Z</updated><title type='text'>from a dominant to a submissive (a letter)</title><content type='html'>without you :-&lt;br /&gt;i am not whole, a part of me is missing&lt;br /&gt;i feel alone, for you are not with me&lt;br /&gt;i long to touch you, to feel you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;just to hold you one more time&lt;br /&gt;to run my fingers though your hair&lt;br /&gt;to lay you down in the cool wet grass&lt;br /&gt;to take your hand and run like we have gone mad&lt;br /&gt;for you to cry tears of love and joy&lt;br /&gt;for you to give yourself to me above all others&lt;br /&gt;i need you more now you are gone&lt;br /&gt;my submissive you where the one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-4153510516230658939?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/4153510516230658939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/4153510516230658939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-dominant-to-submissive-letter.html' title='from a dominant to a submissive (a letter)'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-7118507069147156467</id><published>2009-01-29T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:57:18.972Z</updated><title type='text'>Why am I submissive</title><content type='html'>There are 4 questions here and I will deal with them in turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Why do I feel I need to submit?&lt;br /&gt;2 Why am I this way?&lt;br /&gt;3 Is this a curse?&lt;br /&gt;4 What type of submissive am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question1.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel I need to submit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in life we are all given a role some are born to lead some to follow others give nothing, but take all. Others give, but keep some for themselves. Others (like myself) have to give there all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question2.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a hard question, I'm not this way due to something happing to me when I was young, in fact I had a happy childhood, my family where kind and loving. Yes my time at school was not that easy as I was not one of the "in crowd", but I can't see how that would make me what I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes things have happened to me now, some real nasty things and I still carry the scar's both mentally and physically, but did that make me submissive? No. I've all ways been like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3.&lt;br /&gt;Is submissiveness a curse?&lt;br /&gt;(this is a very long answer, but I can't say what I want to say in less words {please forgive me} )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Submissiveness in humans is an aspect of the social fabric of life.&lt;br /&gt;some are born to lead, some are made to lead and there are those that follow, there are those give, but hold something back then there are those that give there all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I started that with the answer NO, but that's wrong. As yes it can be a curse and this comes down to the type of submissive that you are. I believe there are 6 types of submissive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bottom:&lt;br /&gt;Enjoys b.d.s.m. but never gives complete control, there is all ways a safety word there for a chance to stop and power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bedroom submissive:&lt;br /&gt;The best way to portray this type of submissive is in every facet of life she/he may lead, but when the bedroom door shuts the roles swap and he/she submits to the dominant. In the bedroom is where the power exchange happens. It is also where the power exchange stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Psychological Submissive:&lt;br /&gt;This happens out side the bedroom, She/he can give her/him self to the dominant, A psychological submissive can give up as much or as little as she/he needs to surrender. The surrendering of the power is the driving force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Submissive with the slave heart:&lt;br /&gt;In the psychological submissive the submission comes from a psychological need to submit. However the heart is a different matter. The love of the dominant is craved. The submissive with the slave’s heart desires to give her/his heart as well as her/his submission to the Dominant. This type submission is complete and will carry over into everyday life, the power is all ways given no matter there the submissive is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total submissive:&lt;br /&gt;As with the Submissive with the slave heart who needs to give love to there dominant, a total submissive is the same with everyone. The level of love to the person they are with can and will change, but the submission part never changes, this type submission is complete and will carry over into everyday life, the power is all ways given no mater who the submissive is with or where he/she maybe. If a label must be given I would put this kind of submissive under "The Submissive with the slave heart" as they are both about the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Slave:&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the submissive the slave surrenders complete control to the Master/Mistress. Am I saying a slave has no limits? No I believe we all have our limits these limits may be moral or cultural, but I believe those limits do exist. I also believe a good loving master/mistress will respect the limits of his property “the slave” and take care of there slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think that submission is not a curse in the case of the bottom, the bedroom submissive or the Psychological Submissive, as they all have a level of control over what happens, in the case of the bottom, there's a safety word. The bedroom only happens in the bedroom. The psychological Submissive can give as much or as little as they feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in the case of the submissive with the slave heart and the total submissive, there is no safety word, it happens all the time, you have to give your submission as your heart will not allow any thing else. In this type of submissive you crave to give your love and your submission, you can't help it, you have to, and you have to be loved back. And that is a curse, as you can find yourself hurt real fast and real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salve is happy as a slave, as that slave is what they want to be they know that they are under the control of there master/mistress and want for nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've been told I'm just a slave well that's wrong a slave can be nothing, a nobody, can live with out giving or taking love. I on the other hand can not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 4.&lt;br /&gt;what type of submissive am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm A submissive with the slave heart or total submissive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summing up&lt;br /&gt;now my views on types of submissiveness are my views, yours may be diffident. I'm not saying mine are right and yours are wrong as I'm not in a place to say otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-7118507069147156467?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/7118507069147156467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-am-i-submissive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/7118507069147156467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/7118507069147156467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-am-i-submissive.html' title='Why am I submissive'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194049085264267754.post-1152598475131200081</id><published>2009-01-27T13:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:38:00.091Z</updated><title type='text'>starting out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Submissive with the slave heart:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the deepest level of submission. The submissive with the slave’s heart wishes to completely surrendered without becoming a slave. In the psychological submissive the submission comes from a psychological need to submit. However the heart is a different matter. The love of the dominant is craved. The submissive with the slave’s heart desires to give her/his heart as well as her/his submission to the Dominant. The psychological submissive needs not be in love to submit. However I feel the submissive with the slave’s heart has a need to give not only submission but also love with that submission. The submissive with the heart of a slave is at the threshold of completely surrendering her/himself to the Dominant. The level of trust is greater in the submissive with the slave’s heart then the psychological submissive. As this submission is complete and carry's over into everyday life, the power is all ways given. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am a submissive with the slave heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;so what is this blog all about ?&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lot's&lt;/span&gt; of things, but mostly my life as a submissive, there's going to be some funny times some sexy times and I'm sure times that may make some cry, I feel that by doing this I hope that I will help others understand who and what they are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can be found on face book running the group &lt;a href="http://en-gb.facebook.com/group.php?gid=46722486287"&gt;"submissive in life"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;you can join the group if you like or you can subscribe to this blog by clicking on the box on the right, it would make me feel it's all worth while by doing so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;it brings me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happiness to make others happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I've got to go now as other things need to be done, but at last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194049085264267754-1152598475131200081?l=subbmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/1152598475131200081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/1152598475131200081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194049085264267754/posts/default/1152598475131200081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subbmissive.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-out.html' title='starting out'/><author><name>submissive with the slave heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856876926325997018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T14UV6SNlrQ/SX8PRW9NVtI/AAAAAAAAACE/26FETUn3Zp8/S220/n592696524_1159950_2985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
