<?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-8298761507500096696</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:01:24.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unravelling the Rope</title><subtitle type='html'>Insight into the world of a collared slave in the BDSM scene.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Piper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06863496179882830746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SrBbVDaEQcI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Q6vEliGgCM/S220/IMG_0163.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298761507500096696.post-2349770865463485701</id><published>2010-11-22T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T02:56:25.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>View From the Other Side of the Fish Bowl</title><content type='html'>So much has changed since i last posted here. i am still collared to my wonderful Master but in addition i am also the demi-Domme of the lovely slave girl 'c' that i share with Master. Yes you read right demi-Domme i have broadened my expertise and i do occasionally stand on the other side of the riding crop. A good friend titled me 'demi-Domme' because although i do on occasions take on a Dominant role im an almost-but-not-quite-Domme. c lives with Master and i and it all works so well and has done for the entire 3 months she's been here. We have had bumps and issues but we all communicate to work them out. We also have a king sized bed *giggles* its soooo comfy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really enjoying releasing my Dominant side. Originally i hadn't known it existed but wanted to try and be a little sadistic. When c came to join us though, i found myself feeling very protective over her and wanting to take care and exert a certain level of control. she has been wonderful through my learning journey. Not even complaining when i miss the intended target and land the whip on her thighs :P. We've even played publicly at one of the larger South Australian play parties organised here. At one stage we played so hard i made her BLEED!!! which was an enjoyable shock for all 3 of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wear my specially made spiked collar anymore. Instead i have a custom steel collar with a padlock and engraved message on it. Master and i are still just as close, this isnt to say we havnt had learning curves but thats what makes us close and we work for what we have, never just expecting it to happen for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my next post ill talk more about our new found love of public play :)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bare&lt;/span&gt; with me while i get back into my writing groove)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298761507500096696-2349770865463485701?l=darksubmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/2349770865463485701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/11/view-from-other-side-of-fish-bowl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/2349770865463485701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/2349770865463485701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/11/view-from-other-side-of-fish-bowl.html' title='View From the Other Side of the Fish Bowl'/><author><name>Piper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06863496179882830746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SrBbVDaEQcI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Q6vEliGgCM/S220/IMG_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298761507500096696.post-6066011186435267654</id><published>2010-04-07T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:22:10.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught Bare Arsed and Red Handed</title><content type='html'>im very open about my involvement in the lifestyle, my friends know and i post about it on twitter, and this blog is up there for anybody to see. But i wonder what i would do if someone from my family read this blog. id like to think that ive expressed not only my enjoyment about being part of the lifestyle but also my love for my Master which is so very obviously mutual in these posts. And that even if those reading it don't agree with what im writing, they could see how happy its making me and how it wasn't just a spur of the moment decision to submit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was first curious about the lifestyle in my mid teens. i read anything i could get my hands on about it and id like to think i tried to achieve a holistic understanding of the lifestyle. i wasn't active in the lifestyle until i was over 18. i found genuine people to talk to and learnt even more and became more interested.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back...i took risks i shouldn't have and without the precautions i should have taken. But im glad i took the risk to meet my Master because it couldn't possibly have worked out better. im safe, im loved, im protected and cherished. And even though i doubt this is a situation my family would have liked me to be in, i think they would be happy that im happy and in no danger of being hurt (well....hurt in a bad way *grins*) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is not the usual style of post but its something ive been musing over this for a couple of weeks now and wanted to put my thoughts down in writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;                  girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298761507500096696-6066011186435267654?l=darksubmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/6066011186435267654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/04/caught-bare-arsed-and-red-handed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/6066011186435267654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/6066011186435267654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/04/caught-bare-arsed-and-red-handed.html' title='Caught Bare Arsed and Red Handed'/><author><name>Piper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06863496179882830746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SrBbVDaEQcI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Q6vEliGgCM/S220/IMG_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298761507500096696.post-6005441530051073603</id><published>2010-04-05T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:36:05.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing for compliments</title><content type='html'>I thought id surprise you all and throw in a text post. Ive also decided to give this blog a bit more of a personal twist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Easter long weekend Master and i went camping on Kangaroo Island. I love that He is happy to take me places and be seen with me. To introduce me to friends and family and to continue to be familiar with me when we are in public. Not all slaves are afforded such a luxury. Whether this is because their Masters are embarrassed to be seen with them and the connotations that are associated with it. Or because They see Their slaves as more of an object and it would never occur to Them to take their property anywhere. The latter is more acceptable to me as it is an extension of submission. However i cant stand Dominants who are embarrassed either of Their slave or of the lifestyle they live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Master however neither sees me as an object nor is embarrassed by me. He is equally as open about the lifestyle we live as i am. This only serves to make me love and adore Him more and i have no doubt that i am loved in return. Anyway i digress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master and i left Friday afternoon in what, in my opinion, is the best vehicle in the world. An old Toyota land cruiser. It felt like we were embarking on an intrepid lion hunting safari. So in true David Attenbourgh style we boarded the ferry and made our way to the island. Barring a family sitting in front of us who possessed a shared IQ and no INSIDE VOICES the trip was fairly good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S7rIx3vL21I/AAAAAAAAAE0/eaVNd8CyxPw/s1600/IMG_1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S7rIx3vL21I/AAAAAAAAAE0/eaVNd8CyxPw/s400/IMG_1115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456894657613781842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenery there was just perfect and even though i was tired i could appreciate the difference on the island from the mainland. We set up camp and lit a fire and had a relaxing night with sausages eaten next to the campfire. Master and i rolled out the swag in the back of the landcruiser and zipped up the canvas to sleep in toasty warmness. Somehow i managed to steal the blankets even in a swag. I maintain its an art form that i cant let go out of practice. During the night we put some yabbie nets in the dam too see how many were still in there and were happy to see that there was a good supply of yabbies living there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S7rQYDUXqaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VIHVKYbD5D4/s1600/IMG_1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S7rQYDUXqaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VIHVKYbD5D4/s400/IMG_1110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456903010138958242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day dawned with a light breeze which we lamented as we ate our breakfast of bacon and egg sammiches. Because even a light breeze made the sea too rough to put the boat in and go fishing. We drove to Masters friends house were i was introduced and we spent a few hours there with Master catching up. We decided to go to the beach and try our luck fishing from the sand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S7rVIeh9dzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/i6-NA2OlbMg/s1600/IMG_1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S7rVIeh9dzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/i6-NA2OlbMg/s400/IMG_1116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456908240123950898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master caught a mullet but there was no more fish to be had. There was however the remnants of other unlucky fishermen left buried in the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S7rWN65vRyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dk0J6oJzb_M/s1600/IMG_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S7rWN65vRyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dk0J6oJzb_M/s400/IMG_1121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456909433150850850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was far more fruitful and we went out on the boat. Master and his friend caught between them 2 squid, 2 leather jackets, 1 whiting and a sweep. There was various other trash fish and undersized ones. I caught 6 fish all up :) and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After scaling and doing whatever it is Master does with a squid to make it into squid tubes we went back to the camp for a well earned early night so we could be up to catch the ferry back home the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill throw in some more photos i took, but i had so much fun. Not only did i get to spend time with Master i got to go camping and fishing too. were planning on going back for the ANZAC weekend. No slave could ask for a better Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S7rXvlTNzLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oJT2RFJFcSo/s1600/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S7rXvlTNzLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oJT2RFJFcSo/s400/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456911110979308722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the front of the landcruiser driving to our camp site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S7rYLwyXzDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/s5tT3iPgzcc/s1600/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S7rYLwyXzDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/s5tT3iPgzcc/s400/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456911595099114546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesome dash of the landcruiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S7rYllLMAkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zr0dz1dKs4I/s1600/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S7rYllLMAkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zr0dz1dKs4I/s400/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456912038658572866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad view from the window of the ferry as we left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else had an equally good Easter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;                      girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298761507500096696-6005441530051073603?l=darksubmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/6005441530051073603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/04/fishing-for-compliments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/6005441530051073603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/6005441530051073603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/04/fishing-for-compliments.html' title='Fishing for compliments'/><author><name>Piper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06863496179882830746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SrBbVDaEQcI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Q6vEliGgCM/S220/IMG_0163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S7rIx3vL21I/AAAAAAAAAE0/eaVNd8CyxPw/s72-c/IMG_1115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298761507500096696.post-6372833765240375378</id><published>2010-03-03T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T05:22:23.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New picture of Max</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S45hp1FisNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kZmw-Xsx3nQ/s1600-h/IMG_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S45hp1FisNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kZmw-Xsx3nQ/s400/IMG_0972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444396370790363346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE CANT STOP HERE!!!!!!!......ITS BAT COUNTRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S45hpT0aZHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TuSpe8x8CHU/s1600-h/IMG_0973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S45hpT0aZHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TuSpe8x8CHU/s400/IMG_0973.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444396361860146290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stare into my eyes, are you concentrating...you are now under my control...I CAN BE HAVING STEAKZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S45homOfMyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vWBr5DCaFG4/s1600-h/IMG_0975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S45homOfMyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vWBr5DCaFG4/s400/IMG_0975.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444396349621482274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bounce* watcha doin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298761507500096696-6372833765240375378?l=darksubmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/6372833765240375378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-picture-of-max.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/6372833765240375378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/6372833765240375378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-picture-of-max.html' title='New picture of Max'/><author><name>Piper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06863496179882830746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SrBbVDaEQcI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Q6vEliGgCM/S220/IMG_0163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S45hp1FisNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kZmw-Xsx3nQ/s72-c/IMG_0972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298761507500096696.post-4457473277775693732</id><published>2010-02-25T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:49:37.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collar</title><content type='html'>a few months ago Master has a collar made for me. Heres some photos of it for any interested. Its my 'going out collar' so i wear it proudly whenever i leave the house. i have another for play. Also im aware ive been posting mostly photo articles lately but ive been busy with classes. expect a written post soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;            girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S4dfwmTrUOI/AAAAAAAAADY/lD7Xk4cw9-M/s1600-h/IMG_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S4dfwmTrUOI/AAAAAAAAADY/lD7Xk4cw9-M/s400/IMG_0957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442423963221971170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S4dfMpccBII/AAAAAAAAADQ/FY4aBNMGPT0/s1600-h/IMG_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S4dfMpccBII/AAAAAAAAADQ/FY4aBNMGPT0/s400/IMG_0956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442423345588733058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S4detDgRy0I/AAAAAAAAADI/lEs70zE2jl8/s1600-h/IMG_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S4detDgRy0I/AAAAAAAAADI/lEs70zE2jl8/s400/IMG_0955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442422802828348226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S4dd6Po920I/AAAAAAAAADA/A3-QpNLKRp4/s1600-h/IMG_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S4dd6Po920I/AAAAAAAAADA/A3-QpNLKRp4/s400/IMG_0958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442421929912687426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298761507500096696-4457473277775693732?l=darksubmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/4457473277775693732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/02/collar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/4457473277775693732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/4457473277775693732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/02/collar.html' title='Collar'/><author><name>Piper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06863496179882830746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SrBbVDaEQcI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Q6vEliGgCM/S220/IMG_0163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S4dfwmTrUOI/AAAAAAAAADY/lD7Xk4cw9-M/s72-c/IMG_0957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298761507500096696.post-8479231443001519285</id><published>2010-02-17T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:16:37.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S3zbFnXpRCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkuOxpjzpOo/s1600-h/wingsketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S3zbFnXpRCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkuOxpjzpOo/s400/wingsketch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439463339470701602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes or No? what are your thoughts of this for a tattoo design?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;                      girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298761507500096696-8479231443001519285?l=darksubmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/8479231443001519285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/02/wings.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/8479231443001519285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/8479231443001519285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/02/wings.html' title='Wings'/><author><name>Piper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06863496179882830746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SrBbVDaEQcI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Q6vEliGgCM/S220/IMG_0163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S3zbFnXpRCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkuOxpjzpOo/s72-c/wingsketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298761507500096696.post-2746234576583021613</id><published>2010-01-22T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T23:35:28.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Max</title><content type='html'>i know this dosnt really fit the theme of the blog, but my Master has given me a puppy, and for those who would like to meet him.....heres Max (hes still a bit damp from his bath which he wasnt thrilled with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S1qlGdaNz9I/AAAAAAAAACw/QzsKzX5DgTI/s1600-h/IMG_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S1qlGdaNz9I/AAAAAAAAACw/QzsKzX5DgTI/s400/IMG_0944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429833831140937682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S1qkWZep-RI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnV1ZxQ97IE/s1600-h/IMG_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S1qkWZep-RI/AAAAAAAAACo/EnV1ZxQ97IE/s400/IMG_0943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429833005452097810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298761507500096696-2746234576583021613?l=darksubmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/2746234576583021613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/01/mad-max.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/2746234576583021613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/2746234576583021613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/01/mad-max.html' title='Mad Max'/><author><name>Piper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06863496179882830746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SrBbVDaEQcI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Q6vEliGgCM/S220/IMG_0163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S1qlGdaNz9I/AAAAAAAAACw/QzsKzX5DgTI/s72-c/IMG_0944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298761507500096696.post-1636703606576819672</id><published>2010-01-20T03:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:24:04.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New pics of Dungeon</title><content type='html'>Enjoy, heres some updated pics of the dungon....keep trying to figure out what the fan is for jaime :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table is set up at the perfect height with hooks and rings for restraints and the spreader bars on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S1bnX6h-YZI/AAAAAAAAACg/sdshCD6-SiE/s1600-h/IMG_0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S1bnX6h-YZI/AAAAAAAAACg/sdshCD6-SiE/s400/IMG_0932.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428780798876475794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wider shot, both my Master and i are very pleased with what we have accomplished so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S1bl4Y5cNUI/AAAAAAAAACY/IYOWXdtTpso/s1600-h/IMG_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S1bl4Y5cNUI/AAAAAAAAACY/IYOWXdtTpso/s400/IMG_0930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428779157760521538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stocks are set up, checker plating on the wall with all our gear hung up and the internal suspension hooks hanging from the beam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S1bkpKX4ywI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oXVq0ZjvcAM/s1600-h/IMG_0938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S1bkpKX4ywI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oXVq0ZjvcAM/s400/IMG_0938.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428777796652026626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298761507500096696-1636703606576819672?l=darksubmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/1636703606576819672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-pics-of-dungeon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/1636703606576819672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/1636703606576819672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-pics-of-dungeon.html' title='New pics of Dungeon'/><author><name>Piper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06863496179882830746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SrBbVDaEQcI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Q6vEliGgCM/S220/IMG_0163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/S1bnX6h-YZI/AAAAAAAAACg/sdshCD6-SiE/s72-c/IMG_0932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298761507500096696.post-7948834803889814285</id><published>2010-01-06T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:24:43.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats your flavour?...</title><content type='html'>Just as BDSM is a different type of relationship to normal or 'vanilla' couples, there are many subgroups encompassed by the term of BDSM. To name a few; Dominant/submissive, Master/slave, Sadism/masochism, Owner/pet, Top/bottom, Daddy/daughter (NOT incest), Master/pony girl and Master/puppy girl. Many of these different groups fit under the term Master/slave but each has their own specifics. For your benefit i will try and explain them to the best of my knowledge but even as i outline the differences between them it is important to remember that every BDSM relationship is different, just as any vanilla relationship is. There will be kinks specific to those involved and rules that may apply to one sub but not another in a similar relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Master/slave&lt;/strong&gt; is where the submissive partner &lt;em&gt;gives&lt;/em&gt; total control to the Dominant one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sadism/masochism:&lt;/strong&gt; Sadists gain sexual pleasure from the pain and suffering of others. This is often coupled with a need to be Dominant and control aspects or all of the relationship. In comparison to this a masochist derives pleasure from receiving pain and in some situations being humiliated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top/bottom:&lt;/strong&gt; This term can be applied to any and all lifestyle relationships. More often used by less, for lack of a better word, 'hardcore' couples. Perhaps by those who just play in the bedroom. It is a description of a persons position in the relationship and rarely used as a title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Owner/pet, Master/puppy girl, Master/pony girl&lt;/strong&gt; i do not have enough experience in any of these relationships to do them justice. They all have their own intricacies, but what they have in common is an element of role play. whether it be the transcendence into an animal or simply the state or mind. pony girls may wear tails, either attached to a harness or butt plug, they may shave their head into a mane and only ever act like a good pony should, even in some situations living their lives in a stable. i envy those who are able to give into their submission so completely as to do this, but it is not something i could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy/daughter&lt;/strong&gt; This i can speak about at length. It is the type of relationship im in with my Master, whom i call Daddy. at this point i must stress the parameters of our relationship because it can be taken very wrongly. Master and i are not related, by blood or otherwise. We do not pretend to be. I do not pretend to be younger then i am. Master looks after me like a Daddy would. Its a very nurturing relationship. Master encourages me to, and to use the military cliche, be all i can be. i know exactly how much i am worth and i am proud to be His. Other D/d relationships do encompass at times an element of age play. ours does not, but as long as all parties are consenting and above the legal age i personally cannot see any problems with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess what im trying to say is, there are so many different types of relationships. The BDSM lifestyle has so many labels applied to it but really its just people who are comfortable enough with themselves to be honest about what they like and want in a relationship and in life in general. Even with what ive explained you cannot possibly limit people to the parameters ive set down here. The beauty of a lifestyle relationship is that people are free to express themselves completely. This allows every relationship to be uniquely different. Tailored to the individual instead of the norms of society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;                    girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298761507500096696-7948834803889814285?l=darksubmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/7948834803889814285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-your-flavour.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/7948834803889814285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/7948834803889814285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-your-flavour.html' title='Whats your flavour?...'/><author><name>Piper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06863496179882830746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SrBbVDaEQcI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Q6vEliGgCM/S220/IMG_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298761507500096696.post-5038954699630974255</id><published>2010-01-05T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T01:33:39.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety Dance</title><content type='html'>i know ive mentioned safe words before but i really want to re-enforce just how important they are. In a BDSM relationship control is not taken away from the submissive partner it is instead *given* to the Dominant. This gift of submission and control shouldnt be given lightly without consideration, nor in my opinion should it be given without a safe word or words being in place. Having a safe word allows me to go further into my submission and to participate in more simply because i have the ability to stop it if and when it becomes too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this context a safe word is a word that the submissive partner can use when play becomes too much for them. One quite common group of safe words that are used are Red, Yellow and Green or variations of. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; meaning stop, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt; meaning slow down and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; meaning more or continue. Any word can be used as a safe word but it is advisable to choose a word that would not normally fit into the context of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a common misconception that safe words are used only when the submissive partners pain thresh hold has been breached but this is not true. The act of submission and also Domination is a very psychological thing. There could be times where a submissive just cannot mentally take anymore and their Dom needs to respect this but it may also get to the point where the sub is unable to use their safeword and their Master needs to be on the lookout for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe words are not only for the use of a submissive.For example a sub may misbehave to indicate they want harsher treatment. Their Dom may use a safe word to indicate they are not willing to go any further. Also when in a group situation, such as a play party or a dungeon there will be a designated person, or observer who will keep an eye on play and will have a set of safe words (similar to Red, Green, Yellow) that they will use when they believe play is getting out of hand, or a specific incident which breaches the rules occurs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A submissive should always use their safe word when they feel they need to. If they dont they turn their partner into their unwilling rapist. As harsh as that sounds in my opinion it is just as bad to refuse to say your safeword as it is to have it ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people believe that a safe word is not needed, but to me the consequences of not having one are not worth it. Physical injury and permanent damage could occur, mental disorders such as PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) and DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) and to me these risks outweigh any argument that can be used against the use of a safe word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A safe word keeps everyone involved in play safe. And should be used appropriately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;             girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298761507500096696-5038954699630974255?l=darksubmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/5038954699630974255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/01/safety-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/5038954699630974255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/5038954699630974255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2010/01/safety-dance.html' title='Safety Dance'/><author><name>Piper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06863496179882830746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SrBbVDaEQcI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Q6vEliGgCM/S220/IMG_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298761507500096696.post-5088648044445461832</id><published>2009-12-28T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:36:14.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WERE BUILDING A DUNGEON!!!</title><content type='html'>WERE BUILDING A DUNGEON!!! omg its so awesome. We cleared out all the junk from the back room and cleaned it and unpacked all the gear. Here are some pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/Szh9FGDln2I/AAAAAAAAACA/fLrdNyXEKaQ/s1600-h/IMG_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/Szh9FGDln2I/AAAAAAAAACA/fLrdNyXEKaQ/s400/IMG_0792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420219678018871138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punishment chair, Collars and assorted toys and suspended spreader bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/Szh7E9o7d2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/HqORW8xu-o8/s1600-h/IMG_0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/Szh7E9o7d2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/HqORW8xu-o8/s400/IMG_0789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420217476736317282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collars and punishment chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SziD0c9BepI/AAAAAAAAACI/wuv1kV7Etss/s1600-h/IMG_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SziD0c9BepI/AAAAAAAAACI/wuv1kV7Etss/s400/IMG_0791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420227088688970386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play table and scary studded paddle *ouch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come *grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298761507500096696-5088648044445461832?l=darksubmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/5088648044445461832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2009/12/were-building-dungeon.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/5088648044445461832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/5088648044445461832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2009/12/were-building-dungeon.html' title='WERE BUILDING A DUNGEON!!!'/><author><name>Piper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06863496179882830746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SrBbVDaEQcI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Q6vEliGgCM/S220/IMG_0163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/Szh9FGDln2I/AAAAAAAAACA/fLrdNyXEKaQ/s72-c/IMG_0792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298761507500096696.post-668076059096679109</id><published>2009-12-08T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:47:25.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potplant holders and other assorted gardening accessories :)</title><content type='html'>So far i’ve talked a bit about the importance of a collar, and a small selection of whips etc that are used in the BDSM world. However, there are other implements, and tools that are available for use. Not all cause pain, some are used for restraint or for pleasure. There are some that can be quite complicated and others can be as simple as a length of rope. All however are deliciously fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst the idea of being shackled in a dungeon surrounded by sinful devices of torture is abhorrent and quite frankly terrifying for some, for me it would be the perfect night out (or in if you’re lucky enough to have your own dungeon). In this post i would like to expose you to some of the different tools of play and explain their uses and the why behind anyone wanting to have them used on themselves. ill try to break it up into categories and keep it as simple and easy to read as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bondage gear and restraints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Basic Restraints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most obvious type of restraint that is not only effective but creates a certain intimacy and beauty when used is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rope&lt;/span&gt;. The best rope to use is a soft cotton rope as it is versatile and will leave the desired marks without the unwanted damage. You want to avoid using a rope that slips against itself and before you attempt any rope bondage KNOW YOUR KNOTS. You don't want to be half way through tying up your willing slave when you realize you cant get her out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A benefit of rope is the intimacy it creates between the Dominant and their submissive. There is a lot of need for touch and communication between the two and knowing that your bound by knots your Dom has tied himself can be quite soothing and calming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chain&lt;/span&gt; has much the same effect as rope although it carries added risk or injury if it is used in the same manner. I find that its best used in measured lengths with clips on either end and paired with a set of leather or metal cuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cuffs&lt;/span&gt; are the easiest form of restraint. Whether they be a $15 pair with fluffy pink lining or the far more expensive iron shackles, they are all easily available and easily put on or taken off. They require little skill unless you have resided in Tasmania for more then 3 years...then your on the wrong side of the padded cuffs. In any case its illegal to do that with your cousin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuffs are very adaptable and can be used in conjunction with both rope and chain. They’re also a useful accessory when going out or showing of Your slave in public (or being shown off). It leaves no doubt in peoples minds about who she belongs too and re-enforces that her collar isn’t just a fashion statement. Just be courteous and remember to uncuff her when its time to eat...the soup course could end tragically otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cages and Confinement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Confined, whether it be in a cage or in some other way was always something that i had put on my mental list of things i wouldn't do, and even to this day i haven't participated in it. But recently the idea has been becoming intriguing and ive found that i actually have enough trust in my Dom that i would in the very least try it. Confinement doesn't necessarily have to be inside a cage. It could be as simple as being told to stay in one room, or in a closet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Verbal Restraint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being verbally restrained, asked to lay there and stay still while anything could be done to you, or nothing at all, is one of the hardest things ive ever had to do. When your restrained and spanked or whipped its easier to take. You can struggle against your restraints and cry out. When your unbound, you cant rationalize that the pain is being DONE to you because you have every opportunity to escape or move away. In essence your subjecting yourself to it and willing it to happen. You should never underestimate the mental effect of being verbally restrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for this post as its getting a bit long, but in my next you can look forward to a continued article on toys and implements of pain and punishment :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;             girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298761507500096696-668076059096679109?l=darksubmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/668076059096679109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2009/12/potplant-holders-and-other-assorted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/668076059096679109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/668076059096679109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2009/12/potplant-holders-and-other-assorted.html' title='Potplant holders and other assorted gardening accessories :)'/><author><name>Piper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06863496179882830746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SrBbVDaEQcI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Q6vEliGgCM/S220/IMG_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298761507500096696.post-4156595058514183895</id><published>2009-11-17T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:46:19.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions from the curious</title><content type='html'>The other day i asked my friend to throw me some questions he wanted answered. Figured this was a good a place as any to answer them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions from Zombie_Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you get rewards for complying?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not so much that i get rewards for complying, submission in itself is a reward on its own. I get punished for misbehaving of course. But i love the feeling i get from being at my Masters feet, serving Him there is no greater reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Is there much significance of the collar beyond ownership or being a tool for play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collars in historical times were put on slaves as to identify who owned them. To collar someone at the neck meant that you hold that person in ultimate control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a different significance depending on the person but i cant see anyone, Master or slave not taking it seriously. To some it is a piece of equiptment used in play to symbolize the power exchange. To others its represents a commitment and a reminder of loyalty for the slave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, my collar represents a commitment and a level of trust. I feel owned and safe and loved and wanted. It is important to me and these feelings were re-enforced recently when a situation arose where i no longer had my collar. It was a horrible feeling and i felt very alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How did you realize you liked BDSM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to think about this question for awhile. Because before i had met Master i had never properly experienced any aspect of BDSM. I think, ive always been a very submissive person and the idea, of being owned, and of being somebodies slave appealed to me. It was something that i talked to Master alot about and i didnt just leap into it, well id like to think i didnt lol. There was atleast &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; research and consideration put into the decision to give it a try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The masochism, and love of pain came later. I always said id try anything once, twice even, three times for consistency. Master introduced me to different kinds of pain and i havnt found any that i havnt liked yet :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like Master breaks me into tiny little pieces and then puts me back together again. Im not sure how to explain the way i feel, because i know that its the opposite to what alot of people would feel in the same situation. But i feel safe, and loved and cherished that Master would care enough to punish me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this answers some of your questions...also hope i didnt alarm your girlfriend too much :P anyway enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;              girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298761507500096696-4156595058514183895?l=darksubmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/4156595058514183895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2009/11/questions-from-curious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/4156595058514183895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/4156595058514183895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2009/11/questions-from-curious.html' title='Questions from the curious'/><author><name>Piper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06863496179882830746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SrBbVDaEQcI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Q6vEliGgCM/S220/IMG_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298761507500096696.post-7759329079442435059</id><published>2009-11-14T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T03:07:11.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masochism in the workplace</title><content type='html'>masochist  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mas·och·ism n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The deriving of sexual gratification, or the tendency to derive sexual gratification, from being physically or emotionally abused.&lt;br /&gt;2. The deriving of pleasure, or the tendency to derive pleasure, from being humiliated or mistreated, either by another or by oneself.&lt;br /&gt;3. A willingness or tendency to subject oneself to unpleasant or trying experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a general definition of what a masochist is. To me though it dosnt do it justice. Dosnt explain the electric feeling all over your skin when you sit blindfolded waiting for the first stroke of His hand, the way you shiver in anticipation not knowing where it will land or how hard it will be. Then the feeling of pain and pleasure that fills your body after its landed. And it definitely dosnt explain the re-enforced feeling of submission that you feel after every stroke has hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last post i mentioned briefly some of the toys Master has that inflict pain. Each one of these has a different feeling and leaves a different mark, and some have a very different psychological response.For example when im being spanked by His bare hand its skin to skin contact it makes me feel closer to Him. In comparison when He uses the cane i will flinch away from it, the pain level caused isnt too much but the sensation is something entirely different, and the different parts of the body that He can use it on make it a formidable type of pain. When He uses it on me i feel instantly more submissive, i press myself closer to the ground (or whatever im tied to at the time :P) and i avoid eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both ways (and others) of inflicting pain gain a sexual response from me. But its not just the pain that turns me on its the psychological feelings that it causes. The feeling of being completely under His control and being in a situation where He can do anything He wishes with me. And once again it comes back to the feeling of submission. To me it just feels right, no matter what form it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked by a friend, 'how far is too far?' which is a good question. I have never reached a point where ive had to use my safe word because the pain my Master is giving me is too much. But too far, to me is when the pain stops being pleasure or when it all becomes to much in my head. There have been times ive been screaming and crying but when im asked if im ok i still grin and say yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your mind, if feels like your balanced on the edge of panic, of it all being to much then you get pushed a little further and you find that it isnt too much and that your still ok. If i didnt trust my Master, and if i didnt KNOW that my safe word would be respected i doubt i would be able to take as much pain as i do. I feel like i can take more not because i know its not to much, but because He does and He would never hurt me so whatever is happening is ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, masochism for everyone must be different. For me i love the pain, i love every aspect of it and how gentle Master is afterwards. I love to please Him and this is something that does that, its completely incidental that it also turns me on :P .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;              girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298761507500096696-7759329079442435059?l=darksubmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/7759329079442435059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2009/11/masochism-in-workplace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/7759329079442435059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/7759329079442435059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2009/11/masochism-in-workplace.html' title='Masochism in the workplace'/><author><name>Piper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06863496179882830746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SrBbVDaEQcI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Q6vEliGgCM/S220/IMG_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298761507500096696.post-7243406416368568062</id><published>2009-11-13T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:49:10.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are these strawberries doing on my nipples, i need them for the fruit salad!</title><content type='html'>So to start off this blog im going to outline the kind of relationship i have with my Master and the psychological part of my submission to Him. im in a Master/slave relationship where i give all control to my Master. He owns me and im His to use as He wants. In return he makes me feel safe and loved. He looks after me and helps me to explore my emotional and physical potential. im His collared slave and wear a slave collar to represent this to others and to remind me who i belong to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we do is consensual but alot of people have a misguided view of BDSM relationships. Master never takes control away from me, i 'give' it to him freely. He would never harm me and He makes me feel special and very loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of our relationship involves pain. Im a masochist and i get sexual pleasure from pain. Master has alot of ways of causing pain &gt;.&lt; He uses a cat 'o nine tails, a studded leather paddle, a bamboo cane, a riding crop and his bare hand. He also has Nipple clamps (theyre evil he he). When we are playing if i go over my pain thresh hold or i feel frightened or i just need to stop for any reason i can say my safe word and Master stops instantly, unties me and holds me until im ok again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe words are a very important part of a M/s relationship. Having one enables me to feel safe no matter what is happening because i can control how far it goes. By the same token Master tries not to put me into a situation where i will need to use it as it can be very upsetting for a slave to have to call a halt to anything that is happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;submission to me, being a slave, feels right. There is no place safer then in His arms or at His feet. I dont have to think or worry about anything because i know exactly what is required of me, and i know what happens if i do something to displease Him. Im not always worrying that i will do something to annoy my Master and He will leave me. We are so much more open and relaxed then any vanilla (non BDSM) relationship ive been in. We talk everything through and i dont feel at all shy with Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we played with another couple. They were also a BDSM couple. Aspects of their relationship were different but the fundamentals were both the same. It was good to be able to see how other couples are around each other, and to talk to them both about their relationship. During the night Master had said so many things about me that made me almost glow with pride. Im very glad that i met Him and im very glad that i am His,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              ` Respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;                             girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next post...Masochism in the workplace :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298761507500096696-7243406416368568062?l=darksubmissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/feeds/7243406416368568062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-are-these-strawberries-doing-on-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/7243406416368568062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298761507500096696/posts/default/7243406416368568062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darksubmissions.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-are-these-strawberries-doing-on-my.html' title='What are these strawberries doing on my nipples, i need them for the fruit salad!'/><author><name>Piper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06863496179882830746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOTD_VUrKw4/SrBbVDaEQcI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Q6vEliGgCM/S220/IMG_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
