Return To The Scene Of The Crime

The next installment in my old blogs.

Posted by DanesWood on Thu 19 Mar 09, 7:05 PM.

In my last blog I described how I tied my rubber toy to a tree and left him, today we returned to the scene of the crime in broad daylight.

Amazing how different a place looks when the sun is shining, the water rushing through the overflow of the reservoir and down into the river was now rather musical, not the deafening white noise of Monday night.

We pulled into the full car parked and ate our picnic lunch of tuna sandwiches and soup. While we munched we talked about the scenery around us, our evening at the Oldham munch the night before and life in general.

On Monday it had been so different, just the one car had caused us to change our plans, but as it turns out, for the better. I'd not been able to see then how beautiful the valley around was, the little houses nestled in the side of the hill, nor the rather large house practically opposite the place I'd parked to wait while my slave was tied to the tree. I wonder if they'd suspected what we were doing, or more likely assumed we were just another courting couple looking for a quiet area to park up. Possibly they'd not even heard or seen anything and remained oblivious to the kinky play happening outside.

We locked the car and strolled arm in arm up the steps to the top of the dam wall and walked along in the sunshine. Mark is a scuba diver and explained to me that because of peat the water is too dark to make diving safe, or worthwhile.

I looked over at the inky blue water lapping with an almost oil like quality against the wall. It looked very very deep, and cold, a stark contrast to the vividly green grass behind us.

Far below we just see the clump of trees I'd utilised for our scene. I pointed out to my boy which one he'd been tied to and laughed remembering him looking like a prisoner of Red Indians tied to a pole.

I wanted a photo as a momento, and so did he, I took one from the dam, he took 2 as I drove us slowly out onto the main road after our walk.

It was a night neither of us will forget, and it's whetted our appetite for more outdoor fun. There are two scenes in mind, one will be carried out soon, the other needs careful planning and the help of some friends.

We both got a huge buzz from our adventure, I'll have to get my thinking cap on for what comes after the two we've already discussed.

Oh and don't rubbber jeans and jumper look lovely and shiny in the sunshine? Not sure what the ice cream man made of us when we bought our 99's from him, I had a good giggle walking back to the car. There was I in casual attire (skirt and t-shirt), my boy in black rubber jeans, blue rubber jumper and black rubber jacket over it all with a black rubber catsuit under it all. Just an every day couple out for a stroll lmao.






"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."
DanesWood

White Noise And Rubber

This is the original weblog I posted about an outdoor play session with Mark/Sophia. It's the interim period before Sophia was around full time.

The original fantasy Mark had was to be tied to a tree with a length of rope and left to stumble blindly around. Because the grass was so wet and the only suitable tree had a very sharp branch on it I adapted :-)

In January 2010 this appeared in an edition of Marquis International fetish magazine.

Posted by DanesWood on Tue 17 Mar 09, 1:57 PM.

A nice relaxing evening in front of the tv was looming, yet both of us felt the need for a little more, something to make the pulse race and our souls fly.

Slave slipped into his rubber catsuit, thick rubber gloves and socks, was instructed to gather some bondage equipment and inflatable rubber hood, then we climbed into the car and set off.

It took only 15 minutes or so to be out beyond the city and villages into the countryside, climbing higher and higher as we went. Now the roads were dark, tree lined, and just the occasional car passing us. We didn't think it would be too difficult to find a suitable place for our adventure.

We turned off the road and went down a winding narrow track to a car park at the bottom; it was pitch black and seemed perfect for what I had in mind. Bother! There was a car there, nobody in it, but even so it meant we couldn't play there. We'd have to look elsewhere.

Back up the narrow winding track to the road, turn left and drive slowly the few hundred yards to our second choice. Again there were cars parked up, couples inside them, their activities a little tamer than what we were planning, so again we left the parking area and took a narrow unmarked track down the side of the reservoir.

Half way down the track there was a board nailed to a tree advising the road was closed ahead, and led to a private area belonging to a company. I continued regardless, hoping that it would've put others off, and thus leave us undisturbed.

I reversed the 4 wheel drive into a gateway and opened my drivers door, the sound of the waterfall was music to my ears, a natural form of white noise.

Slave climbed out of his seat and opened the rear passenger door of the car, took out the rucksack and put on the leather ankle restraints, then handed me the leather fist mitts that would prevent him from even wriggling his fingers. The first was slipped on and buckled into place followed quickly by the second, it was a clear chilly night in early spring, and we knew he was going to get cold but I wanted to keep that to a minimum. Rubber offers no protection, if anything it exacerbates the cold making the wearer effectively naked.

Standing on tip toe I slipped the rubber hood over slaves head and wriggled the breathing tube into his mouth, then pulled the sides together at the back and slid the zip slowly down. I smoothed the rubber over his face and ran my nails gently over it, a murmur of pleasure from slave made me smile, how he was loving this.

A leather collar around his neck and buckled at the rear and slave was almost ready. I inserted the pipe from the pump onto the valve in the hood and pumped it until the rubber was nicely springy on the outside, pressing tightly around the face and head of slave on the inside. Now he couldn't speak and hearing my instructions would mean slave had to concentrate to block out the noise from the waterfall to focus on my voice, muffled by the hood.

I slipped heavy chain through the rings on collar, ankles and wrists, clipping them together so slaves arms were behind his back and shackled with a short length of chain that ran between the ankles and back up to the chain at the wrists. Hobbled in this way slave could now only take very small steps and considering we'd be walking over rough ground, they'd have to be careful ones too, made even more difficult for slave as he wore knee length boots with 3 inch heels.

A length of rope around his neck that I used as a leash, I took out my car keys that have a very small but powerful light on the keyring. With the car door closed it was extremely dark, the only sound the rushing of the water a few yards away, a perfect setting.

I spotted a tree that looked perfect, but the ground leading to it was a quagmire, so changed direction and led slave to a tree on a slight incline where the ground was a little firmer. The only problem was the trees around it were much closer than my original choice and there were a few sharp broken branches illuminated by my torch. I couldn't tether him loosely to a tree and let him wander around with a few feet of loose rope, slave might injure himself or tear the rubber.

Another change of plan, I decided to tie slave tightly to the tree, his back pressed against the hard bark covering the trunk, the rope wound round and round, like you'd see in films of the Wild West, when Indians tied their prisoners to poles stuck into the ground.

I checked the rope, satisfied myself that slave couldn't escape, at least not easily, then stood in front of him, running my nails over his nipples and face through the rubber, teasing him gently, reminded him softly that anyone could find him there, abandoned and helpless, a rubber toy to be used.

Needing to know how excited slave was I felt his crotch, slaves cock was hard, his body jerked as I touched him through the rubber and my Imp decided to add an extra element to slaves predicament.

I smiled in the darkness with a mixture of sadism and mischief, unzipped slaves catsuit and pulled his cock out into the cool night air. As I stroked the hard, silky flesh I reminded slave how vulnerable he would be without me there. That anyone who came would be able to see slave, use him as they pleased, just a rubber toy.

I knew that because of the cold, slaves' cock would shrink and be hidden from casual view by the rubber codpiece of the catsuit, but would his scrambled brain realise that? With the rushing sound of the waterfall, the darkness and cold, slaves mind would soon start to play tricks on him.

A few short steps back to the car for me was easy, aided by my small light, I climbed in and started the engine.

Driving up the hill to the place I had spotted on the way down took only seconds, I pulled over as far as I could just in case, by some remote possibility, someone decided to drive down the track, without lights on the car might not be visible in time for someone to stop.

The time on the clock showed 9.58pm, 15 minutes should be plenty of time for slave to be disorientated and confused. In summer it would be less of an issue, I'd perhaps even leave the car parked and walk down to retrieve my property, but I knew how quickly the cold would affect slaves body and I didn't want him to suffer from hypothermia.

I sent text messages to a couple of friends, sharing with them what I'd done, one thought it fabulous, the other couldn't believe I'd been so cruel, but how can it be cruel to give someone you love an experience that has been fantasy for years?

15 minutes passed swiftly, I started the car and rolled it backwards down the hill. I wanted as little noise as possible, in the hope that slave wouldn't be aware I'd returned until I touched him. The waterfall working in my favour by masking the sound the engine made ticking over, enough to operate the lights, power steering and brakes; I didn't need to put it into gear.

I left the car door open; once slave was released I wanted him inside the car quickly, it was important to get him out of the cold.

Slave jumped when I placed my hands on his chest, the soft ground meant he'd not heard me walk towards him. I ran my fingernails over his nipples, groped his crotch and then felt around for the loose end of rope. I could tell slave had been testing his bonds as the ropes had slipped much lower, but as planned he'd been unable to escape.

The rope restraint released, I stood in front of slave and instructed him to follow me. Small steps, a little to the left, turn half right, a small slope downwards, 2 more steps and you're on concrete. Shuffle across the hard ground, 2 steps left, turn half right then 2 steps forward, the sound of my voice led slave back to the car.

Quickly I undid the buckles on the ankle restraints, collar and fist mitts; as I pulled the chain back through the rings slave unzipped the hood and pulled it off, his whole body shaking with cold. Slave slipped onto the leather seat of the car and as I started the engine told me his head was mashed.

The combination of heated seat and warm air blowing out from the vents began to do their work, and as I drove back up the track slave asked me how long I'd left him alone for, as it had felt like hours.

“15 minutes, that's all” I replied.

Slave couldn't believe it, the time had spun out, everything became a haze to his senses, the white noise created by the waterfall, the bondage and rubber had all contributed to his wonderful experience.








"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."
DanesWood

Mark told me right from the beginning he enjoyed cross dressing, it took a while for us both to figure out that it was more than that.

It was spending time as Sophia that awakened memories long buried. I'm not an age player, so being Mummy to Sophia took a lot of adjustment. I felt uncomfortable to say the least, but it wasn't role play for Sophia, it was almost a re-birth and she needed to have some sort of accelerated childhood and adolescence.

In the beginning Sophia felt about 6, shy and hugging her teddy and curious about lots of things. As soon as Mark was back and Sophia put away we'd talk about it and explore the feelings. We both found it odd but knew we had to go with it.

After a few weeks Sophia said she felt about 9 and the change was obvious, more confidence and the change in how she dressed. She'd always dressed as an adult woman, but now her taste was slowly refining as she learned what suited her.

In no time at all my little girl blossomed into a beautiful woman.

"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."

DanesWood

Tranny Spotting

Another extract from my blog about my time with Mark/Sophia. I'm sharing some of my experiences in the hope it helps others

Posted by DanesWood on Mon 2 Feb 09, 7:49 AM.

Sunday was a sophia day for us, we have them often as my boy finds it very relaxing and fulfilling to let out his femme side (as many men do). In fact at Christmas sophia spent a whole week with me doing things any Mummy and daughter do (and a few they don't lol), going for walks in the park and shopping for example.

Sophia has been to the supermarket once before, shy at being out in such a public setting, but I've found if you just get on with whatever then mostly people don't take a second glance, or if they do it's just to be sure they're really seeing what they thought they saw the first time around, yesterday was a bit of an exception.

There we were in Sainsburys just choosing a few necessities, sophia and I smiling and happy to be spending time together doing what others take for granted. We knew that we'd drawn some attention as we saw more than the usual members of staff appear in whichever area we walked through, so when we got to the checkout sophia looked at me and asked if I fancied a coffee in the cafe there, as she felt she was being particularly stared at and was determined not to scuttle away as though ashamed.

We chose a small cake each, well come on I'm not going to pass up on a toffee buttercream muffin, and sophia had a pink and white raspberry buttercream one (little girls love pink as we know and she was drawn to this one like a bear to honey). We got a drink each and I took the tray over to the till to pay, sophia beside me.

The young lad on the till was polite enough, but he could barely look at either of us, so I gave him my biggest smile and then we went to sit down, that's when sophia told me that this particular lad had been staring at us while we were at the checkout and made her feel very uncomfortable, but refused to run off and hide in the car.

As I savoured my cake and for once decent cup of cappucino, sophia told me quietly that the young man from the till had been into the kitchen and that all his colleagues had appeared in turn at the door and had a good gawp before going back into the kitchen sniggering. How rude I thought.

Sophia and I discussed how to handle it, she was all for speaking to the manager and complaining about how the staff handled the situation, their lack of courtesy for someones life choice.

Our main concern was not for either myself or sophia, but for others who may perhaps venture in there on their first daytime trip out. For many transvestites and transexuals if they received such treatment it may be so traumatic they'd be back in the closet never to come out in daylight again, even sophia said it had knocked her confidence.

So a choice to make, just leave it and go and ignore what had happened? That didn't feel right to me, but to make an official complaint could blow this issue up and cause resentment making it even more difficult for both sophia and others to shop there.

A third option came to me, and depending on how he reacted to my opening comment would depend if he saw the nice or nasty side of me. I called him over to talk.

I infomed him that we were aware of his staring, the fact he'd run into the kitchen to spread the news amongst his colleagues and thus them all appearing at the door to gawp. I informed him that we'd been out this way many times before, so had handled such situations and were not phased by it, (not strictly true, but it felt the best thing to say).

He blushed and stammered an apology, he obviously had not expected to be pulled up and spoken to by either of us. He admitted he'd been immature, that word had shot around the store like wildfire about sophia and that he knew others had been going out of their way to look too.

I explained how it could upset a beginner so much it could set them back years at walking out in public. I was tempted to compare it to someone gay coming out of the closet as my gaydar had been going off since I set eyes on him, but I wasn't sure he knew, or of course that I was right in my feeling he was gay.

I decided to be nice, smiled sweetly at him and thanked him for his time, we finished our coffee and walked out to the car, once sat inside I gave sophia a reassuring hug and drove us home.

I should perhaps point out here it wasn't that we expect sophia to go unnoticed, we don't. It was the blatant staring, the rudeness of not even having the grace to look away and on top of that him running into the kitchen to tell everyone else that got my goat.

Part of my Mummy duty is to protect my little girl and that's what I did, but with an eye to others who came before us and will come after. Hopefully I've educated at least one more person to what is and what is not acceptable, and also that people are entitled to make their own life choices and should be respected for that, not treated as a freak sideshow.



"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."
DanesWood

What Do I Get Out Of It?

Yet another post I thought I'd add here.

Posted by DanesWood on Sun 18 Jan 09, 11:37 AM.


I sat chatting to someone at a party last night, he asked me what I get from Dominating someone. At the time I was distracted and didn't answer, but thought about it on the way home and decided I'd set it out on here.

I'm a switch, although I don't see my submissive side coming out any time in the foreseeable future. It has always been a challenge to submit to anyone and so few have been able to put me in that headspace, but never say never.

There was a post on IC that stated switches are generally more interested in the pleasure of the submissive, for me that's certainly true, of course that varies from person to person, and a reward to one is a punishment to another, so it's important to me that I understand the person I'm Dominating.

Perhaps that's a part of the training instilled in me by my first Master, it was he who recognised that I have a strong dominant streak too, well it did take him a year to talk me into submitting to him lol. But he taught me that the mind can confuse pain and pleasure, and one can enhance the other leading to some very intense sensations.

He talked to me a lot about safety, how never to be too proud to ask someone to help you learn a new skill, that it is not un-Domly to admit you cannot do everything. I did not have a safe word when I belonged to him, but even years later and with much more experience, I know I did not need one. He took time to learn to read my body language, many times he took me to the edge, but never did he cross the threshold, a skill indeed.

Although I was trained without the use of a safe word I sometimes give one if I play with someone I don't know. That we're both agreed on what it means, and there is enough trust between us that it will be respected. That being said I've never had anyone code out on me, nor do I ever want them to as that to me represents a failure on my part. The majority of the time I'll rely on body language, always start gently and build up.

My aim in a session is take the sub to the very edge of their limits, so close they can peek over that cliff for the briefest of nanoseconds before finding themselves dragged back to soft, sensual and comforting play. Then I start over, pushing them on to new highs, stretching their limits. For me to find that point is a huge buzz, but not a place reached unless you know each other well.

With Sammie my female subbie I'm very much a parental figure, she has rules set to help her in every day life, guidelines to improve herself and help her through her university course. None of the rules are arbitrary, each is there for a reason, fully discussed and agreed to, sometimes even requested by her if it's something she knows she needs discipline for.

You might think that's a very one sided relationship, especially as she's a complete orgasm whore lol, but not so. Yes there are benefits for me so to speak, she adores very restrictive bondage, has quite a high pain threshold and so I get to indulge in nipple torture, spanking and flogging all things she enjoys greatly and help build towards her entering orgasmic nirvana. Who wouldn't get a buzz from giving a girl dozens of orgasms in a session?

Mark is different, we have a full relationship, very much in love with each other and I've taken great delight in introducing him to the BDSM way of life.

Before meeting me Mark was a heavy rubber fetishist, into breath play and restrictive bondage, he had no idea he could get so much pleasure from pain, now he's an excited puppy dog at the thought of a spanking.

I rarely play casually, mostly because I prefer to know where a persons basic limits and thresholds are. It takes time to learn to read someone's body language and it's unlikely to happen in a one off session. That's not to say I don't enjoy the play, because I do, but why have the peel when I can have the whole banana?

So in short what I get from Dominating someone entirely depends on the person I'm playing with and the scenario. The biggest buzz comes from pushing someone's limits, taking them to the edge and beyond and even better, finding a button to press someone didn't even know they had.









"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."
DanesWood

Times Past, Times Yet To Come

When I posted this of course I didn't know what lay ahead......well not really, but I'll not write about that on this post, I'll save it for another day.

I still believe what I said, but now I think it was for a different reason than I believed back then.

Posted by DanesWood on Wed 14 Jan 09, 10:26 AM.

"What is it? My dear?"

"Ah, how can we bear it?"

"Bear what?"

"This. For so short a time. How can we sleep this time away?"

"We can be quiet together and pretend.....since it is only the beginning....that we have all the time in the world."

"And every day we have have less. And then none."

"Would you rather, therefore, have had nothing at all?"

"No. This is where I have always been coming to. Since my time began. And when I go away from here, this will be the mid-point, to which everything ran, before, and from which everything will run. But now, my love, we are here, we are now, and those other times are running elsewhere."

A.S. Byatt, Possession

I read this in The Time Travellers Wife and it moved me deeply. For me it feels so relevant, perhaps because I've read the book, but also because at times I feel my whole life has lead up to this time and now everything past has meaning.






"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."
DanesWood

An Act Of True Submission

Once more I'm sharing a post from my blog documenting our time together.

Too often it seems to me that the only play between Dominant and submissive is about what pleases the sub. I don't see how that is submitting.

For me it has to be what the Dominant wants, when they want it, that may not always be when the submissive is ready for it.

Posted by DanesWood on Tue 16 Dec 08, 2:39 PM.

Like anyone my boy loves to play, to be tied down and flogged, cropped, paddled, whatever I choose to do to him. Last night was no exception, and like a puppy knowing he's off for a walk my boy rushed upstairs and threw himself face down on the bed waiting to be tied out.

As part of the play he craves marks, bruises are both a badge of honour and almost a kind of reward for just about any submissive I've ever spoken to, for my boy however within a couple of hours there's rarely even a hint of redness never mind any sign of a bruise.

I'm sure there are many who will say I'm obviously not doing it hard enough. For those who have not met me I can assure you I'm no limp wristed weakling and if my hand or paddle strikes you then it will sting. The problem (if you consider it such), is that my boy doesn't bruise easily, and he heals really quickly, so is always disappointed, but he still hopes.

Once tied spreadeagled, face down on the bed he smiled and made small sounds of pleasure, totally relaxed and waiting for me to begin.

I took up my crop and ran it gently across his bottom, a few taps and harder whacks to start things off, my boy squirming and moaning, wanting more. I put down the crop and picked up a long suede flogger using it across the length of his body, legs and bottom to warm him up.

This is a sensuous flogger, there's no sting to it, and even at it's hardest is like a really good massage, but it's an excellent toy to sensitise the skin before moving on to harder play.

20 minutes or so of the suede flogger and I reached for the leather stingy flogger too and with one in each hand brought them down in turn across his bottom, which by now was turning a wonderful shade of red.

The combination of textures gives some wonderful sensations, the sting of leather, the stroke of suede, it confuses the mind and blurs pain and pleasure even more.

I know my boy well now and can read his reactions to know how close to his limit I've taken him, his breathing and movements told me that he was a hairs breadth away from it, so I stopped and whispering to him what I intended next (I've got laryngitis so no voice lol, not very Dommely), I put away the floggers and walked to the wardrobe and took out a small green case.

It's taken me some time to get over my fear of the violet wand but my boy taught me well and I feel very comfortable using it now, for him it was worth conquering my fear because I know how much he enjoys it.

I pushed the long metal rod into the end of the wand, the long wavy fronds of the metallic flogger like attachment glinting in the low light. My boy was still smiling and despite his bottom being so sensitive that even my fingers lightly brushing across the skin made him squirm he waited eagerly for me to switch on the violet wand.

With the press of the button the buzzing noise began and as I waved the wand around small sparks shot across the metal fronds. I checked it was on the lowest level and touched the end briefly on his back and began to stroke it down the length of his body from shoulder to ankle in swift strokes.

Through several turns of the dial my boy writed and strained against the ropes tying him to the bed, I love how the wand sparkles and flares, the crackling noises as it touched the skin and he managed several minutes on level 15 (maximum), before I called a halt, untied him and lay on the bed to stroke and cuddle him.

He dressed in pink satin pyjamas and pink fluffy dressing gown and we went downstairs for supper, there was of course the obligatory inspection of his bottom for marks and oh how his bottom lip pouted when he felt some welts from the buffalo hide paddle I'd used on him briefly, priceless. He says he doesn't do welts, I informed him he does now.

Watching him sit gingerly onto a wooden kitchen chair made me smile, his skin was red and very sensitive, but no bruising and even the welts just very superficial and I knew they'd fade within hours, but I knew he'd remember the sensation he felt as he sat on that chair a little longer.

Just as he was taking a bite of cheese smothered cracker I told him when we got back upstairs I'd be using the pinwheel on his bottom, there was a horrified expression on his face and he told me he wasn't in the head space any more and couldn't take it, I told him even so, it would happen.

He didn't drag his feet, but I knew he was dreading what was to come. How cruel of me to take him to the edge the way I had then allow him to come out of the sub zone only to inform him he what was expected, and he didn't want it.

Pulling back the duvet he slid onto the bed and grabbed his teddy bear for comfort, I knew he hoped I was teasing or changed my mind, but not a chance, if I say it will happen then it does.

I instructed him to lay on his stomach and I pulled down his pyjama bottoms then rolled the sharp points of the pinwheel across his hot sore skin. There were yelps of pain and he squirmed trying desperately to direct the wheel towards the areas of skin it hurt least, he failed miserably.

The look in his eyes as I put down the pinwheel and put my arms around him, his eyes were huge and full of an emotion I couldn't put a name to, and for once he was silent.

My hand stroked his cheek and I looked him straight in the eyes and told him.....now that was an act of submission.

It's easy to submit to something we enjoy, that we want, to submit when it's the last thing you can imagine being able to endure that is when the true act is demonstrated, it need not be a huge thing, just as this wasn't, yet it was a massive lesson for my boy and one I know he won't ever forget.








"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."
DanesWood

A Red, Red Rose

I always kept my private life very private, so you can imagine how I felt when this beautiful bouquet was delivered to my desk.

Mark had been teasing me with text messages all morning, so I knew something was going to happen.

Nobody ever made such a grand declaration before and sent me flowers, but then nobody has ever loved me like that.

This is another extract from my blog about our time together.

Posted by DanesWood on Tue 7 Oct 08, 6:16 PM.


My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June :

My love is like the melody That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I :

And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun :

And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love, And fare thee weel a while !

And I will come again, my love, Thou' it were ten thousand mile.

Robert Burns.

My boy never ceases to surprise and delight me, last week I was embarrassed as hell but happy beyond belief when he sent me a dozen of the most beautiful red roses to my desk.

How did we get so lucky to find each other? This and the solution to the current financial crisis I'll never know. What I do know is love and romance can walk hand in hand with a full D/s relationship, he worships and adores me, I flog and paddle him and put him in rubber and rope bondage lol.

What the future holds who knows, but the here and now is a wonderful place and time to be and we're making the most of it, together.





"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."
DanesWood

And In The Beginning........When There Seemed No End

Today I read something that inspired me to share some of the experiences documented elsewhere about my time with Mark/Sophia.

A connection like ours is not rare, it was unique. I don't think such circumstances could ever come together again in such a way.

Since her death I've had to find ways to continue to live. I've also come to accept that the D/s lifestyle is a part of who I am.

This first entry is almost the beginning just a few days after we met at a now defunct club in Manchester. It was also my very first fetish party.

Posted by DanesWood on Wed 17 Sep 08, 9:23 PM.

I met a very special person at a private party at Mud in Manchester on the 6th of September.

Some may think this is all a bit fast and it's another velcro collar, but those who really know me understand how serious I am about the lifestyle and giving my collar to a submissive, it took sammie 18 months to earn that right.

Strange then that after only a few short days I've taken amha181067 as mine, but I knew the moment I touched him as he hung upside down in suspension bondage at Mud that he should and would be mine.

I really thought he would be there with someone, I asked the person who was stood with him during the suspension for permission to touch him, assuming that he was her sub, it wasn't until the end of the night I learned he was a free man, but against all I believe in even had he not been he would still have become mine, I'd have made it happen.

When a connection like this is made it should never be disregarded nor taken lightly, where our journey will take us we don't know, what we do know is that we share it together





"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."
DanesWood

Cocoa and conversation

I'm spoiled and I know it. I've got used to interesting conversation day after day. Now I sit here late at night when I can't sleep and search for someone to just talk to.

It's a week now and not a word. I imagine he's concentrating on rebuilding his relationship with her; if he told me the truth. Perhaps he feels this is the only way it can be, but I miss his friendship tremendously.

I'm meeting a Dom friend for lunch on Saturday. The drive up into the Pennines will help blow the cobwebs away I hope.

It seems he and I are from the same area originally and even know a few of the same people. In fact it's not beyond the realms of possibilty our paths crossed when I was a child 40 years ago. Isn't life strange, far less than 6 degrees of separation there for sure.

So fish, chips and ginger beer it is for lunch along with some much needed lighthearted conversation.

"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."

DanesWood