Beauty is Submission

I ran across this blog the other day and can’t get it out of my mind. It is beautiful and speaks volumes about being a submissive man. It speaks volumes about what I appreciate (in part) from a submissive… strength, acceptance, sensuality, balance, confidence, the desire to submit because he wants to, not because it is demanded.

Male Submission Art

Happy Holidays,

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No New Stories Lately

Barren brain without input

I’ve been trying for weeks to come up with a new story. Nothing has piqued my interest. Nothing comes to mind. Nothing. I write in the vanilla world and I never lack for ideas there, so this is perplexing. If you have input I am open to suggestion.

 

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Only in Arkansas

Arkansas Toe Sucking Assailant

tsk, tsk

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Surprise!

There have been a lot of changes in the last year. I am seldom home, then home for a while. I rarely check the voice mail on the house phone any more. After being here a couple days I realized I should at least check. Imagine my surprise when I heard a voice say “Hey this is lord Gypc”. I just noted the “l” is in lower case per his statement on Fetlife. Now I’m off to read Fet messages.

Ok I’m back. Spam. Gotta love it.

I haven’t hit anyone in a long time. I haven’t even annoyed or tormented anyone recently. Volunteers? No wait! I did hit Kingsnake a few weeks ago. What a pleasant surprise that was. I may have left a few marks. I haven’t heard back from him yet … still wondering if he got in trouble with his wife and/or girlfriend. I sure hope so! But that’s just the sadistic side of me.

Anyway thanks for the call Gypc. See you somewhere!

Spidr

 

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Absinthe

I’v always had a fascination with Absinthe, the green fairy. A few years ago I read a copy of Stalking the Green Fairy and was especially interested in what James Villas had to say about Absinthe and was intrigued to learn it was available in the US again. I longed to try it. It’s way more than 5 bucks a shot and I live in bumfuck Ozarks. So, opportunity to consume Absinthe seemed slim to nothing, unless I special ordered a bottle and it would have to be a case and it is terribly expensive and, well, you get the picture. It wasn’t going to happen.

So, at the ripe old age of 55 I take a job as road manager for a band. Said band plays a gig at Hollywood Forever, which you may or may not know is that cemetery in Los Angeles with some of the most famous people in film and in California history. So I schmooz with one of the owners. At some point one of the band members slips me a styrofoam cup with about 1 1/2 ounces of green liquid in it, gives me a sly grin and says, “check it out babe”. My first reaction was to slap him, but I digress.

I sniffed, raised an eyebrow in surprise, gave him a promising smile, and sipped, very cautiously. Oh my. Absinthe. It took the two of us most of the evening to finish the heady  delight in a styrofoam cup. Oh for a crystal glass.

I mentioned later on to the owner how much I had enjoyed it and my long interest. He mentioned there had been an Absinthe tasting party a few weeks before and they had all this extra Absinthe just laying about and he would probably give it away to the employees. I asked if he would hire me. He laughed and offered me a bottle to which I accepted.

As we were settling for the performance that night he presented me with a brand new bottle of beautiful green fluid, Absinthe, and asked me if I knew how to properly drink it … with the little spoon and a cube of sugar. I shyly said I had read about it but had never seen one and would have to get one. To which he pulled one sterling Absinthe spoon from his desk drawer and handed me.

Cruising down the highway in the wee hours of the morning I casually mentioned my acquisition to my drinking buddy. He was furious and green with envy and assumed I would share it with him and demanded to know what I had had to do to get my hands on the bottle. I smiled coyly, batted my eyelashes and said it was my secret.

He still thinks I gave the guy a blow job or had sex with his girlfriend while he shot the whole thing. I let him think that. He wants part of the bottle and I have made it clear, HE will have to earn it the same way I did, and to call me when ready.  I haven’t heard from him yet.

Spidr

 

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There is a Piece of Spidr Bait Dangling in Front of Me

And it’s getting closer every day. I can almost feel the warmth from its’ body, I can hear the rapid breath, sense the fear and anticipation. I can smell your sex. I will be close enough to taste the air around you and lick my lips with anticipation – anticipation of taunting you, teasing you, gazing into your deep dark eyes – and smile with lust and hunger and the knowledge that you will wait. For ever if need be.

I will sashay past you and brush your ass with my round belly, brush your hand, whisper in your ear, and still you will wait. For the word. One word.

Mine.

S.

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Put Feet Up in the Hammock, now please.

I am so tired of the same ole same ole. Time for a feet up in the hammock day.

S.

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