Sleepy slave…

Posted on 04/18/2012 by amira adored

She kneels at His feet absolutely exhausted and looks up at Him. He smiles and softly brushes a wisp of hair away from her face. “My girl is tired”, He says in a voice so calm that it almost lulls her to sleep. She smiles to Him and as He smiles down to her, her eyelids fall heavy.
“Master…”, she whispers, “Yes, my love”, He replies. “Your girl is so very tired Master, may Your girl rest for just a bit?”.
He leaned forward to the slave before Him and she felt His warm breath on her face and the fine hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end. He attached the chain leash to her collar and she felt the cool metal as it fell just between her breasts. “Come girl”. He beckoned.

She placed her hands on the cool, wooden floor before her and crawled behind Him, “Yes Master”, she whispered as she crawled behind Him. His steps were strong and even and she watched His body as He walked over to His chair. He reached over to the sofa and grabbed a pillow and placed it at His feet, “come my love, it is time for You to rest”, He said as she crawled over and kneeled before Him once more.
“Thank You my Master”, she whispered sleepily. She yawned a tiny yawn and blushed as she heard Him chuckle.
“Get your rest My sleepy slut, you will need it”, she heard Him say as she leaned forward and kissed His bare feet. She rubbed her cheek against them and kissed where she caressed then she gently stretched her body across the long pillow and then curled up on it. She nuzzled at Him, “I love You Master”, she said as she drifted to sleep.

Her loving Master over her, always over her and the slave at His feet. His slave, His love. Adored.

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if you don’t have anything nice to say… STFU!

Posted on 12/27/2011 by amira adored
It wasn’t so very long ago that I blogged about how awesome twitter is how exciting it is to interact with and meet new people and share thoughts, ideas, interests and so on.
I have met so many people there, some have come, others have gone but still…
Insanely enough, I even met one of my best friends on twitter, @BalthierD, and i stay in touch with many people via twitter.
But I digress, this post is not meant to be pretty, it’s not happy. No glitter, no rainbows. This post is rather sad and a post based on my disappointments with people on twitter as of late.See, yesterday, I opened twitter and did as i always do. I scrolled waaaaaaaaaay back in my timeline to catch up on tweets.
Why do I do this? Well, I only follow people who interest me or may potentially interest me and therefore I’m interested in what they share.
Hey! It might not be your madness but that’s how I scroll, lmao! Yeah, I said scroll!
Anywho, my point is, as I scrolled down through my timeline there was a conversation (if we can even call it that) which caught my attention.

It started with a comment, which received a reply and spiraled into the depths of hell with no signs of salvation (yes, cue in  Dominic Harlan’s Music Ricercata, II ).
The person who replied to the comment seemed to feel that it was offensive, the person who the comment was directed to seemed  oblivious but opted to chime in anyway and therein began a barrage of personal attacks on a person that likely didn’t mean much by the simple comment that they made.
Why do I give a shit? *taps a finger to her lip and thinks* Well, for starters, the person seems nice enough and going back in my timeline didn’t seem to mean any offense by what was said. Then the person apologized for what was said, attempting to make amends publicly for the “misunderstanding”.
The sad thing is that nothing would save this person.
The tirade of judgements on the persons character went on and on to the point that I sorta walked away in disgust.The person who made the comment appears to be relatively new to the lifestyle (kink/ D/s / scene, or whatever else you might call it). Perhaps this was what was so upsetting to me.
I have been in the “lifestyle” for over five years and in my current relationship with my Master for just over a year.
In this time, I have met so many people, many who have enriched my life for the better and some… not so much.
That being said, those who have enriched my life have done so by being willing and sometimes unintended teachers.
I have learned from what they bring to this lifestyle; they’re knowledge, the respect they hold for themselves and others. I am constantly amazed by the insane dynamics in the people I encounter.

Being in this lifestyle is an endless cycle of learning… the process is never ending. Just when you think you have learned all you can learn, someone comes along and teaches you something new. It is amazing!
I have learned to respect everyone’s journey, no matter how far off of my path it may be, because the end goal is to be the best sub/slave/ Dom/ Domme or whatever individual YOU can be. Our paths are not the same, but the goal is… for true lifestylers to continue to grow and learn and share.

The experience that I witnessed yesterday was sad because… you have a person who comes in an openly says that they want to learn, they are new… green as some call it.
Wouldn’t it be natural that this person will make mistakes, walk off the”path” a bit? So… why not call them on behaviors in private? Why belittle them publicly and then continue to do so? Does that make you feel better? Does that make you the all-knowing, the utmost in BDSM knowledge and etiquette?

I have more respect for a Dominant who would pull you to the side and ask what the rationale of your words were than one who tears you apart in public for their own benefit.

I may lose followers because of this, but I don’t care.

This post is meant to make Y/you think. Is it you? Have you ever done this?

Maybe you are not in the lifestyle but have still belittled someone in your timeline for something that may have been a misunderstanding and I want you to think about why.
I want you to really evaluate your actions. Was it to make yourself feel better about your own short comings or were you genuinely trying to help? In retrospect, do you think you helped, or did you push the person into a shell?

The person who was being attacked… if You are reading, You know who You are… not all of us are like that. There are those of us who would rather share what we have learned with You, rather than to shame You for Your actions.
Don’t apologize for Your actions if there was no harm intended in them. Instead, apologize for the misunderstanding that was caused and if that is not enough, well fuck em.  Yeah, I said it, fuck em, block em, ignore em, whatever.

That being said… I am at work and need to get back to it but have been wanting to get this off of my chest since yesterday so there it is… If you don’t have anything nice to say… STFU!

*curtsies*
Thank you.
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Good girls swallow! Part I

Posted on 12/12/2011 by amira adored

What the fuck kind of title is that *points* for a blog post?! Well… you tell me, it got you here didn’t it? No, i didn’t mislead you. This really is a post about a good girl gone even better.

Well, lets start off by going back to my teenage years, shall we?
When i was in High school, it seemed like all i ever heard about was a girl getting “fingered” or a guy getting “head”. I mean, this was a HUGE fucking deal.
I dated a few guys and i would be lying if i told you that i was not in the back stairs making out hot and heavy while grinding on some boys fingers but… uh… “head” was something no guys was going to get from me.

Call me a priss or a prude, even a fucking tease… i didn’t give a shit. I had heard all kinds of shit about a guy cumming in your mouth and i wanted no part of it. “It tastes gross”, “It is thick and you’ll gag”… no thanks!
The idea that he could cum at anytime while i was licking or sucking it was a complete detterent. Nope! I am not even licking it!

Don’t think their wasn’t any payback for the little horny bastard that was able to finger me til i came, though.
See, i was one of those latchkey kids and so… i was always home alone. I would invite my boyfriend over and dry-hump the fuck out of him and believe me, he would always cum just… not on me and definitely not in my mouth *smiles*.

Once i mastered the dry hump (lol) and i was becoming a little more “active”… well, i was willing to go the extra mile. Sure, i’ll give ya a hand job during a hot and steamy make out session.
Remember when you were a teen and there was the fear of being caught by your parents while your shirt was coming undone and nipples were being sucked on? Mmm… I’d slip my hand right into his pants and grip his cock. I would stroke it, i would even lick my fingertips and stroke them across his swollen and aching cock head. What would he have done for me to just kiss it? Poor guy…

Then there was this one guy… I thought we would be together forever and he was convinced that he would get me to love sucking his cock… o.O who? me? nuh-uh! But he tried….
One day he came over to my apartment and we were all alone. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few cherry jolly ranchers. Yeah, very “come here little girl, i have candy” of him, lol.
But anywho, his thought was… if you’re worried about the taste, suck on a jolly rancher while you suck it and it will be much much better.
Let me just say, that it wasn’t the taste of the cock that was a concern. My concern was the fucking cum! I didn’t want to know what it tasted like, ever!
But please, lets get back to the Jolly Rancher. Have you ever sucked on a Jolly Rancher? The more you suck, the drier your mouth gets… What guy likes a dry mouth on their cock? Please, a show of hands please *waits and listens for crickets*. Not many, i am sure.
So after much sucking and salivating to keep my mouth moist… the Jolly Rancher disappeared and he was ready to cum… umm… well, i knelt in front of him and jerked him off onto my tits… that was as good as it was going to get, sorry charlie!

My mouth avoided cock for sometime after that. You could cum on me, tits, ass, tummy… but not on my face and you can bet that you were not cumming in my mouth.

During my senior year in high school, i met the guy that i ended up marrying (@_@) yes, it is true.
He was sweet and kind and i can honestly say that i taught him how to kiss and lick and… well, i taught him A LOT.
I guess that is why i just wanted to please him, because he made me so happy that i was willing to throw care to the wind and say, “fuck it girl… just do it!”

One afternoon, as we showered together, i kissed His chest and got down on my knees before him, he was so sweet, “w…what are you doing?”, he asked and i almost asked myself the same question but i was determined to get over this shit.
His cock was in my face and… he may have blushed but anyway, i took his cock into my mouth and started to stroke it.
The way that his body reacted led me to believe that either no one had ever done this to him, or it didn’t happen often enough because he was gone… i mean he had to lean back against the shower wall and when he came… he came HARD.
Sadly, as much as i tried… i ended up discreetly spitting it off to the side and the shower washed it down the drain. I don’t even think he noticed but… i did, and i was sort of disappointed with myself.

Aside from the not swallowing bit, i was very sexual… I had sex with my boyfriends anywhere.
In my sisters apartment while i babysat her sleeping kids, i would let him lick ice cream off my nipples while he rubbed my clit… in the kitchen.
In my brothers apartment while him and his wife went shopping and i was cooking… yeah. Fuck, i even had sex on my dads bed and was almost busted having sex in the bathroom when my dad came home early one day. But i could not get there, to the point where i wasn’t dreading the big BANG.
Well… not then, anyway.

Fast forward a couple of years and my marriage was falling apart and… i started to explore D/s.
Just so ya’ll know… this was a turning point in my life.

I always said that i have always known that i was submissive but… i didn’t know what that meant to me as a person. I didn’t know that this had a drastic impact on what i needed from my realtionships and so, when i came to the realization of what and who i was, it changed my ideas on many many things.

Sex became much more. The intimacy was much more than physical, the desires were much more than just emotions… I felt much more, i wanted much more, and wanted to give so much more. And as i grew into my submission and i learned and developed…. i surrendered so much more.

My first D/s relationship had an interesting dynamic. While he was a Dominant and i was and am a submissive, he was not a Dom and i think he forced it too much.
My desire to serve and please was great but… there was no push for me. I got as far as i could in that relationship and there was to be no further growth.
I think that in all D/s relationships, there should be continuous growth. It should be like education; an ongoing journey because we never stop learning. Alas, we were not what we needed.
I wanted much more than he could give. Not to mention he was a dick at the end but… aside from that.

Then lets fast forward to 2010, shall we?

I met “Drake” on Second Life some time ago… i was fairly new and was instantly attracted. We had great conversations about the lifestyle, what we wanted and sometimes… well, sometimes it was just friendly chat.
But in December of 2010, we were both ending relationships and found each other again. .

We started to get to know each other, talked for hours, spent tons of time laughing and hanging out on Second Life and on skype and this relationship just started to blossom.

Although we were online and many many miles away from each other, we started to get to explore the D/s that we both wanted and needed.
He was the perfect Master, always teaching without “lessons”. The intimacy was inevitable.
He would have phone sex, skype sex, sext… it was hot… fuck, it IS hot and soon we just wanted to be together. To touch, to kiss, to just be in the same space and it was driving us mad.

We would talk about the first time we would make love, the first time we would kiss, sleep in each others arms.
The first time we would fuck, the first time He would lock that collar on my neck and clamp my nipples and fuck i wanted to taste His cock.
I fell in love with this Man who was hours away and i knew what He looked like, what He sounded like but i had to taste Him. I needed to kiss His lips, to hold His cock, to lick it and to make Him cum. I wanted to see it, i wanted to feel it spurting out of His thick cock and filling my mouth and i knew there would be no spitting.

I would grin as we spoke on skype and i would talk about how i was going to suck His cock until He came and then i would show it to Him before swallowing it down and i was cocky about it (no pun intended).
I love Him so much that i knew i would be a rockstar at sucking His cock… i think i said it enough that He believed it too *laughs*.

Several months later, when we were able to plan a little getaway, we got to spend a few days together and it was amazing.

Oh I know you are waiting to read about all kindsa trapeze sex but this post is about swallowing so *ahems*, lets stay on topic please.

There was a lot of cuddling and kissing, touching and fuck was there A LOT of cumming but… i was His cock hungry slut and i intended to prove it.
I remember smiling at Him and licking my lips as i played with His belt and i remember the look on His face the first time that i pulled on that belt buckle and undid His button. The way that He smiled back as i licked His cock and the breath He took when i took His cock into my mouth.

I loved it, dare i say i loved it almost as much as i love Him… it was weird for me. I didn’t just want His cock because i knew it would please Him. I wanted it because pleasing Him was such a turn on and drove me crazy. Every breath He took and even the sound He made when He came nearly sent me over the edge time and time again.

Nearly everyday we spent together i was given His cum several times and i could not get enough. I had never known what this was like.
I had never known what it was like to be so turned on just by listening to someone else… by listening to Him.
The way He lovingly looked down to me as i made love to His cock with my mouth. The way He grabbed my hair when He fucked my mouth… all of it pushed me to the edge.

One night i just wanted to be used…. i begged for Him to fuck my mouth and He pulled me to the edge of the bed, my head hung over and His cock was hard and throbbing… right at my mouth and He pushed past my lips… i had never had my mouth fucked as in… just using it, using me, fucking my mouth and i wanted it. I craved His Dominance, i wanted to feel like His property and He owned me.
With every thrust into my mouth, with His hands at my throat… every time i nearly gagged as His cock pushed deeper and deeper into me… and then when He came… fuck me! When He came i wanted it all. I wanted it all, every single time…
(To be Cont’d)

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“Practice what you preach!”

Posted on 12/10/2011 by amira adored

“Practice what you preach”, we all have heard it, said it… or maybe just wanted to say it to someone and so begins my post.

Our word means so much, what we say, the words we use, they all carry weight. I constantly find myself saying that communication is vital for a relationship to work, function and be maintained and yet… sometimes i find myself going up against the very same thing i am preaching.

I have been in relationships where my words were constantly scrutinized. If i said something and it was perceived to mean something else, nothing i could say could clarify or fix the persons perception.
I eventually realized that, at least in one of these relationships, it was a manipulation tactic. Unfortunately, I was so wound up in the relationship that the mere thought of making this person unhappy would break my heart.
This being said, i learned to hold things in, especially when it was about something that has been done or said to me. I became afraid to voice the way that i felt because i was nervous about not being able to word it appropriately.

After some time and a massive nasty break up, i came to terms with the fact that i am not always going to say things the “right way”, and that i may need to rephrase things after they have been said and yeah, maybe people may be offended but… that would be alright too.
But sometimes…. ::sighs::

My Master and i have an amazing relationship, i can talk to Him about anything and everything and yet today i stalled.
He said something and i was a little hurt by it. My heart knew that He didn’t mean it… every part of me knew He didn’t mean it and i felt horrible for feeling bad about it because i know He would never hurt me intentionally and so i was conflicted.
I knew that if i stopped at that very moment and said something, He would have apologized but then what if i made Him feel bad? I would never want to make my Master feel bad.
Why couldn’t i just get over it? Why couldn’t i just let it go?

We logged off a short time later and i fell asleep (wasn’t feeling that great today), and when i woke up, i talked to Him about it.
I told Him how sensitive i felt and He apologized and told me that He never meant to make me feel the way that i had.
He leashed me and i knelt at His feet and… i love Him.

I continue to battle these little demons, they come up and peek out from old battle scars and… when i am scared, when i feel a little hurt or even remotely afraid… they tempt me to hide away but i wont.

I love my Master. I love the way that He listens to me, the way that He leashes me at just the right time and He takes care of me.
When i feel like i am pulling away, He tugs at the leash and pulls me back to my place and so…
this post is not so much for You or you… it is a reminder for me… “Practice what you preach!”.
The End.

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Coming to the Dark Side!

Posted on 12/10/2011 by amira adored

Recently, Master wrote a post about His return to the Dark Side and so i thought it was time for me to write a little about my coming over to the Dark Side.

First and foremost, it has taken me a little while to write this because… i had some emotional stuff to work out.
I was a member of the Dominion Consortium, on SecondLife, for as long as i can remember and recently the Consortium just sorta… poofed.
Yes, there is a lot more to the how and why of it, but it is something that i have had to cope with and let go and so i am not going to go into this now but… moving on.

Master has been a part of the Dark Side Clubhouse for sometime and just recently returned and though He was gone for nearly a year, He was welcomed back with open arms and i was welcomed into the fold like an old friend.

Let me start off by telling you a little about this amazingly sweet woman named Keaira, Keaira Karas to be exact. Kea is sort of the Jill-of-all-trades at the Dark Side and she has her fingers in everything (at the sim, you pervs!! lol).
On any given day, you can go to the Dark Side and probably find Kea on your radar. She may be dancing at the Clubhouse, making arrangements for a concert on the Clubhouse Roof or just saying hello to you as you come to the Dark Side to attend a discussion.
After being at the Dominion Consortium for such a long time, i feared i would not feel comfortable anywhere else.
I have been to other sims, other clubs, and i don’t care how many people have greeted me, i have never felt as welcome as i have at the Dark Side. Every person that walks into their club is made to feel like an old friend.
Come into their clubhouse and watch one of their dancers jump off the stage to salsa dance with a new guest, join in on one of the amazing discussions that take place there and actually feel welcomed to speak up and share Y/your experiences.
The Dark Side has found that perfect balance of fun and lifestyle that has kept them on the grid for over four years now! Yeah! Other clubs and sims have come and gone and Dark Side remains standing.
Welcoming new and seasoned lifestylers, Dark Side will be around for a long time to come.
Oh, and if i haven’t shamelessly plugged the Dark Side enough…
The Dark Side and i have collaborated to start the Dark Side’s submissives haven (see the link on the side of O/our blog).
submissives haven has been a dream of mine for a really long time. It is a free service that W/we are providing on Second Life to submissives/slaves who are in need of guidance, support and even a temporary home while (re)establishing themselves.
Again, these services are 100% free and you can visit the haven here: Dark Side’s submissives haven
Master and i will be spending tons of time at the Dark Side and so… you should join us some time: Dark Side Clubhouse
And keep up to date with all of their events by checking out their website: http://www.darksideclubhouse.com/

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