<?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-12548522</id><updated>2011-12-22T17:36:27.142-05:00</updated><category term='lifestyle training and rituals'/><category term='Positions of beauty'/><category term='protocols'/><category term='Playful'/><category term='slave training'/><category term='rant'/><category term='punnishments'/><category term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A vision of Darklight</title><subtitle type='html'>A journey through the combined lifestyles of vanilla and bdsm or can there be peace between opposites and of course other thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>286</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-9162006205238871515</id><published>2011-12-22T17:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T17:36:27.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The scene</title><content type='html'>A cool day in autumn the breeze carries a chill to the air in the square where people haave been gathering for the past feew hours . The sun is still strong enouth to warm the rotten fruit and dry the spit and urine on their skin. There the five convicted hand by their wrist naked for all to see and be made fun of. Their families forced to attend. The victimns of theses criminals leading in the throwing of projectiles and insults. Then at noon the firetruck brought up and the howe opens a huge stream of water biting into their skin and cleaning them of debris. Now the punishemnt is meated out to their backs and behinds the quantity and the instruement to be used defined by the judge and the crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fantasy no a wish to replace the prison system with . A few months to make sure they have time to think of their crime and more important their punishment. I think far better then spending time in your home on weekend confined to tv and nintendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes all for revenge then when punishment and time are served accept them back into society not continue to punish them so they are driven back to crime as we do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-9162006205238871515?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/9162006205238871515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=9162006205238871515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/9162006205238871515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/9162006205238871515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2011/12/scene.html' title='The scene'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-187399657170467445</id><published>2011-08-08T05:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T05:21:34.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hoice</title><content type='html'>In day s of old and days gone bye &lt;br /&gt;it would bring a tear to my eye &lt;br /&gt;when evil would win and good would loose&lt;br /&gt;then i would have to choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in dragon smoke and dudgeon lair we would labour&lt;br /&gt;till the knights would stand in favour &lt;br /&gt;to bring back the light  of day from darkest night&lt;br /&gt;dark would loose all would be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the days and knights have changed &lt;br /&gt;no longer easy to see through the smoke and flame&lt;br /&gt;not easy to see where to put teh blame &lt;br /&gt;if darkness is evil and light is right it should be easy to see what is right&lt;br /&gt;eyes do dim and fears do grow we choose what causes the smallest woe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we sit on high with chest plates polished and shield in hand &lt;br /&gt;we lie and sell our souls to those of the land&lt;br /&gt; with  gold and silver in their hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we fight for right or fear&lt;br /&gt;do we try to make it clear &lt;br /&gt;do we stand with brightness of day &lt;br /&gt;or hide in shadows and shade of evil and dismay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is the choice it is easily made &lt;br /&gt;to follow the light or enter the cave &lt;br /&gt;to use our eyes and see the knave&lt;br /&gt;or enter the cave and be betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLoud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-187399657170467445?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/187399657170467445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=187399657170467445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/187399657170467445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/187399657170467445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2011/08/hoice.html' title='hoice'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-264247101583164437</id><published>2010-05-26T11:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:12:51.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living up to expectations</title><content type='html'>Living up to expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny how others will bestow certain actions and beliefs on you. If you are a dominant, you must wear leather pyjamas and never be nice to anyone. If you are a slave well you cannot have thought  or rights. I hve seen the stress of expectation change individuals as they strive to meet the expectations of others and not the desires  that they have . To please the other they confine themselves in rules protocols or traditions that others have because that is what they think is expected of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not eat puppies or kittens. I have a vanilla life and as far as I know no police agency is seeking my alter ego the mr hyde part. As fara as being a vampire  no I like meat  not just the blood. I used to hunt but found ther e to be no sport in hunting anymore as it does not provide equal opportunity for the animal to win. Before anyone jumps upcrying  I used  and Indian bow which you had to be withint fifteen yards to kill your prey not an easy task by any means as animals are much smarted then we are in the wild. I never hunted bear but one hunted me  and I did sit in a tree for close to four hours contemplating whether I could outrun the bear  before she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations are a projection of desere if you cannot express them in some language then best not participate until you can. So answers  yno I am not evil yes I have an evil mind. I am a bit of a sadist and yes a bit of a masochist. I love protocols  when done right they produce a sexual tension that raely can be reproduced by other type of play , no I do not need it it is not an expectation. What is an expectation  well are you human , have the legal right to make decisions and an open mind  well that is what I ecpect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, really  I like puppies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-264247101583164437?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/264247101583164437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=264247101583164437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/264247101583164437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/264247101583164437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2010/05/living-up-to-expectations.html' title='Living up to expectations'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-3302743942451269966</id><published>2008-12-16T15:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:41:38.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An emotion that I do not handle well</title><content type='html'>Feeling useless is an thought I cannot handle well nor is the sadness caused by it. When I realize I can have no effect I recoil and become a sad angry child.I do want to talk about it I just had to write itdown  some where to reliece my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a sadness that comes with Christmas unfortunately. As I age it seems to be more and more prevalent with my age. I think it is the excitement that I have and the lack my family has. Compounded by recent incidents it is overtaking  my joy for this season.  A very lovely dog was staying with us  and I have grown quite attached to it.  I love animals and always wanted a dog when growing up but could not money , space and a brother taht was allergic.Though I have foster dogs  about 10 of them I ran into the same problems when I was older  this time it was my kids that were allergic. Unfortunately this dog  bit my son under strange circumstances . Not that the dog was right to bite but I can understand why it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the dog will be taken away to spend its remaining days with my son's girlfriends father. It will not have the company for all in the house it will not have some one with it all the time nor some one to pay attention. The father has already said the dog is too old and I know he will work on her to put my friend down, and I have no power to stop it. to it. And I will loose a friend. This is when I hate  the rules of ownership is not right but must accept them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am off to shop for presents and my lost spirityet the one that would make me happy will be the source  that creates the greates sadness at this time of the year. Some how I do not really feel much like a strong and powerful dom. I have made things right in peooles lives I have save children and helped Monarch butterflies but never seem to do the right thing for me. a very sad and solitarty word the word me just never seems to get it's just due &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the lights are up. the tree is decorated and some presents are wrapped. IT is just my spirit is broken and gone for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-3302743942451269966?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/3302743942451269966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=3302743942451269966&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3302743942451269966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3302743942451269966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/12/emotion-that-i-do-not-handle-well.html' title='An emotion that I do not handle well'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-2078935402671371091</id><published>2008-12-15T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:47:46.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas for Holiday parties with your slaves</title><content type='html'>Inventive ideas for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ting a ling bells are always great nipples testicles ankles and wrist collars with belles. Certainly a slave bouncing around doing his tasks will only lend to a festive spirit with the tinkling.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Christmas goose as per the Christmas Carol 12 days of Christmas. Each day being the number of fingers used would be fun on the twelfth day ten fingers and two fists yep that makes twelve does it not. &lt;br /&gt;3. Oh Christmas tree well if you attach the hand to the ankles then bring his feet over so he is resting on his shoulders. Spread the ankles wide that sort of give a shape of a tree.  Clamps with bells can be attached to his testicles down around his ankles then to his nipples. You can sting garland hang ornaments and of course the star has to go on or in his ass to be the highest.&lt;br /&gt;4. Chestnuts roasting well this one are easy hot towels then a good close shave followed by putting the testicles in a bucket of snow. They should shrivel up and have a similar look as roast chestnuts. Now for the hot part lovely hot wax dripped on. Festive coloured candles would be nice to use.&lt;br /&gt;5. Stuffing the turkey always a fun thing not hard to do just see how much of what you like can be inserted and held. Grapes nuts carrots Potatoes the choice is yours just grab the penis and testicles and with a little oil insert the desired ingredients. A nice surprise for the dear little slave includes some ginger root with the mix Tape the cheeks together and watch the fun. There will be a lot of gobbling and prancing around I am sure. Do not forget to baste or oil well  another variation is to grease every thing including his hands after applying the tape and then tell him he can empty as soon as he can get the tape off that could be good for hours of entertainment depending on the tape job and the amount of oil.&lt;br /&gt;6. Hark the slave does song attach the testicles to the ankles in a squatting position and apply a heat rob of sort to his testicles and in his anus and see how much of a soprano he is give him a Carol to sing when it is over then let his balls go if he does not sound in key well do it over and over till he gets it right.&lt;br /&gt;7. Joy to the world my ass is red.  Well simply said a paddling for twelve minutes Oh just to make sure it gets red make sure the ass is nice and cold a nice bucket of snow is always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;8. And now we don our gay apparel well pretty obvious well take any slave. Get red, white, green stay up stocking matching panties and bra with a some thing pretty for his neck get a skirt that covers but not that well and a slut top for him shoes would be wonderful the higher the heel the better causes them to walk slowly. You can put on make up and a wig just make sure that noon could mistake him for anything then a man in women’s clothing. Then toss him in the car and take him for a ride. Try to find a quiet corner store of gas station and have him pump the gas or go in and buy some thing that he has to ask for. Hopefully a woman is working and you have scope out some thing that is hidden away. If the woman is bored she just might make a few suggestions for you as what to do with him. This should bring about Christmas colour quiet quickly and put everyone in the spirit of giving.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ding dong it is not so long. The pulling and stretching of the testicles and penis. Every Dominant in the room is given the chance to stretch and pull the slaves penis and balls a total of five minutes each before and in-between the anatomy is cooled down in snow when each Dom is finished the slave is measured what ever the larges measure that Dom wins a tongue bath of any part of their body. Should there be any accidents on the part of the slave well he must lick it up and continue  if there are too many accidents add a bit of Tabasco sauce with is dripping that should put the fire in him to play properly at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;10. We three dominants, just those three dominants with strap-ons dildos or their own equipment and a slave with two orifices well guess that means a male slave. Play the carol we three Kings and when a new king starts to sing switch positions of the Dominants. Play the carol three times. Who win s the dominants silly the one not in the slaves ass or mouth when the carol stops decides if they should play the carol three more times depending on how my dominants have not yet cum&lt;br /&gt;11. OH little dicks this is easy of all the male slave the one with the shortest dick is spanked twenty five times  on his ass and then 24 on his dick with a six inch plastic ruler by all in the room and this is the time when a small number of is a good thing guests that is not penis size.&lt;br /&gt;12. T’is the time for bondage and follies. The poor slave that has had to endure these past 11 tortures should get a rest and a break but hell that is a slaves lot in life tied the poor boy up in your favourite position and then reflect on how much you like to give and he likes to receive so have fun. HO HO HO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-2078935402671371091?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/2078935402671371091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=2078935402671371091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2078935402671371091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2078935402671371091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/12/ideas-for-holiday-parties-with-your.html' title='Ideas for Holiday parties with your slaves'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-8718268017457553211</id><published>2008-10-27T20:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:12:35.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time for a change</title><content type='html'>Time for a new style I believe  www.darklightstables.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to follow great if not well thanks for past visits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-8718268017457553211?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/8718268017457553211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=8718268017457553211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8718268017457553211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8718268017457553211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-for-change.html' title='time for a change'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-2177148861782037202</id><published>2008-09-09T23:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:22:40.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A strange  thing we humans are. To hear  hundred people were killed in a wave  or 80 killed in a hurricane seems not to affect us as one shot on a freeway.  We stop traffic have vigils leave flowers  for the one. The hundred we bury quickly . We grieve over  children shot in a school yet ten times the same number  die from starvation in the world every day  do we  build flower shrines where they fell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel much difference, as some do , in the hundred or the one as I do not know them. I have not seen them grow as children ,no conversations has gone one over the years between myself and them. I hold nothing in common with them except that we exist on the same planet, we are made of the same stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are of little consequence to me as they do not share my views hopes and desires they had their own based on their lives and experiences. It would be like saying that I care  if they were  life-stylers or vanillas . Is it simply because I do not know them that cause my lack of human feeling for them. Why must so must news and stories revolve on the one and not the hundred. Would I care anymore if it did I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel empathy at most  when I see a single child ravaged by a storm , war or poverty yet if I see 300 bodies floating in the ocean  no sadness wells up inside of me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am so cold towards my own species then why do I feel inadequate in my help when I  cannot stop a  dove crying out  in pain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-2177148861782037202?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/2177148861782037202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=2177148861782037202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2177148861782037202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2177148861782037202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/09/strange-thing-we-humans-are.html' title=''/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-3240350754369934814</id><published>2008-08-27T16:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:00:51.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First time</title><content type='html'>First time   for any slave is fraught with emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine standing naked in front of an almost stranger as he peruses your body. Not from a far but so close his breath feels like wind. All your imperfections proudly displayed for him to mock. All those hours at the gym that you never showed up for. Hoping upon hope that the sweat you feel does not form a droplet and force itself to run freely down your ribs. Trembling to hold back the moistness that is forming on your  genitalia. As his fingers probe  and he finds that wetness  you can feel his smile and you embarrassment grow. The words no no not there run in you mind as he parts your cheeks to fond the rosebud. Can you relax enough for him to enter  oh god  have I clean well enough comes the thoughts rushing from thought to thought . His finger pushing through the rosebud gaining access to that area hidden by your ass hidden because  it was not to be shared and now it is his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinching and pulling on your nipples and genitalia he leaves that finger in the darkest of regions  moving it in and out slowly while torturing the rest of you body with his touches.  Pulling out quickly , you clench to make sure nothing follows his finger out   slapping on cuffs he raises you arms and then all touch is lost . You feel the coolness and it is all still but for the quivering of your arms. searching  with your eyes only restricted by that command he gave to you in the beginning head and eyes for wad. I leave then to have time to feel and take in what has happened . I give them time  to realize they cannot go any where with out me right now . I give them time to think I can anything I want to . I give them time to enjoy fear. Fear that their fantasies just might come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they start to sweat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-3240350754369934814?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/3240350754369934814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=3240350754369934814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3240350754369934814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3240350754369934814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-time.html' title='First time'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-7226914074955531289</id><published>2008-08-26T15:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:58:23.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>A nasty little word that cause so much to happen in the body and mind of a slave. Fear is mostly an ugly word no one wants to have fear. You fear the touch a sharp knife  you might get cut does he know what he is doing ? Can you trust him , why did you trust him?. You fear  everyday things  like being late , not looking  great , falling down  you might get mauled by a bear. Fear is an excellent guideline fear can keep you from danger ,injury and all sorts of mayhem. It can also cause danger to appear around every corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old saying a place fools rush in where angels fear to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SLRcb1pA86I/AAAAAAAAAKg/yDzsp-XvvWE/s1600-h/torture_chamber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SLRcb1pA86I/AAAAAAAAAKg/yDzsp-XvvWE/s400/torture_chamber.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238913899864060834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tread. Stands out right now is it saying that angels that are pretty powerful fear that there is something with greater more power  or is the fool with too much power and does not use common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most fantasies in the lifestyle have to do with fear. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SLRbqHDVxII/AAAAAAAAAKY/PgbI5HvzsRY/s1600-h/fear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SLRbqHDVxII/AAAAAAAAAKY/PgbI5HvzsRY/s400/fear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238913045544420482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kidnapping , imprisonment. rape yet they are in our dreams. Being bound to a cross and waiting  for the first stoke to land is that fear or anticipation.  Do we fear what we want and let others force it upon us so that we feel someone is saying it is okay it wasn't in our control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that when fear is present the session is electrified. each touch magnified. The dread of what will be  has moved from from reality and much closer to that fantasy. Fear causes women to moisten and men to drip far easier. their senses are heighten and their reflexes jerky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear , just the right dose goes hand and hand with enjoyment in my opinion.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SLRdpcgdqMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hEfQW2eNE60/s1600-h/Reaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SLRdpcgdqMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hEfQW2eNE60/s400/Reaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238915233147103426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-7226914074955531289?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/7226914074955531289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=7226914074955531289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/7226914074955531289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/7226914074955531289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/08/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SLRcb1pA86I/AAAAAAAAAKg/yDzsp-XvvWE/s72-c/torture_chamber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-8243422143215125819</id><published>2008-08-15T13:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:33:43.261-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle training and rituals'/><title type='text'>Ritual in My  lifestyle</title><content type='html'>I feel that without some degree of ritual then it is not a lifestyle. Lifestyle means just that a style that sets you apart so for me it is protocols and ritual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule that all my slaves follow is they have a day for a session  but also have a defined punishment day. They have a dress code for when they are with me , when they are at home  and when they go to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a schedule for exercising  the body as  I believe that slaves should be in the best shape  they can be. This does not mean all are 5.2 feet weight 118 and 1/2 pounds  it means that with me they must care for their bodies as they have given me ownership  and I do not own crap. Just because you are 5 foot and weight 250 pound or 6 foot and weight 180 my slaves all exercised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my slaves must have intelligence  and they must seek to improve this at all times  so there is library time  entrench in their schedules. There is  a time where every week where they can discuss any areas that they are not comfortable with and have time each day for themselves. Daily tasks are incorporated with tasks that I want done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slaves are ritually punished . They are told of the transgression , they have to explain why they did what they did  not do. They are also punished for poor thinking. Yes I punish even when things turn out good why because  they have to understand  there are consequences for all decision including not making a decision. Such as  If my slave stops to help some one and makes her self late to see me she will get a stroke  if she bypasses the person and gets to me on time  she gets 10 strokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slaves  attending an event with me must touch my elbow with two of their fingers to ask me anything . They have greeting positions , punishment positions the list goes on . So why do I do all of this for the pure pleasure of control.  I am consistent  in then so my slave knows what I want  and has guide lines to keep her happy when I am not there. are they some what silly  perhaps but  it makes life mush easier when all know the rules and that they are consistently enforced&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-8243422143215125819?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/8243422143215125819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=8243422143215125819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8243422143215125819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8243422143215125819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/08/ritual-in-th-e-lifestyle.html' title='Ritual in My  lifestyle'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-7075388723863702887</id><published>2008-08-04T12:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:22:00.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of New and Old</title><content type='html'>I had the delight to be asked  to be a mentor of sorts, to an old slave's new Domme. I will not give out her name just yet but her dominant trains are natural  my sub side tingled in her presence. I feel She has great strength and compassion  which is important . I do not know how evil her mind can be but hopefully I can help  awake enough of the evil torment in her to keep minion on her toes. I certainly see the love the desire to complete each other  so that is a great start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked by my old friend Sir to attend the shaving and unveiling of a new sub. One thing  I have to say to Sir is I think littleone is right. I have notice that in many of her recent comment she dwells on the idea that it is boring for you seeing her naked all the time . So I thin you should stay with what you did yesterday and make sure she has her nipples painted all the time during the summer along with her mor personal lips and lets not for get the little rosebud you seem to nick but she will not touch her anus i think would look lovely  in the same shade if not redder and darker. as for an article of clothing yes she should also be allowed perhaps starting with  a rope harness to be worm all day you know to keep parts of her hot .  what are your thought of course now the rope colour should match the paint and might I say having her fingernails and toe nails done I would have to say that after examining her tits  I have not seen them so perky , at least when squeezed since  you applied iced to them . Sir may I say also that your painting was great as you stayed in the lines perfectly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new contract for  a partial dungeon so a great week . It  brought me out of  doldrums and allowed fresh air to fill my lungs you could say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-7075388723863702887?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/7075388723863702887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=7075388723863702887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/7075388723863702887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/7075388723863702887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-of-new-and-old.html' title='A week of New and Old'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-9012814837400523137</id><published>2008-07-30T09:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:40:28.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three points</title><content type='html'>I have found that over the years there are three point of worry in a male slave. His balls , his cock  but most important is his rectum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most will take cbt in stride . It is almost tht they prove themselves in front of you . So slap tickle  and tease  unless you cut them off they know they will survie and enjoy the pain. They present them selves to you almost thrusting it in you face tempting you to do more .  enter the rectum with anything  gives them the feeling that they have been fucked.  All the jokes come back to them   from the locker room " hey look he walking funny must have go it up the ass last night"  In school yards  in fights  and bulling sessions  you gt kick in the nuts  slapped around  but never fucked in front of your comrades. You rarely hear boasting from some one about how his wife fuck his ass so well last night with a strap on. It can be the greatest point of humiliation to a male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I start with their balls and cock as a warm up but it is that protected little rectum that I wish to exploit , torture and rape  for my enjoyment . They have to be shown if they are a male and a submissive well all they are is a hole  with balls and a cock to hold on to. Now if one of them was long&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SJBvM3Bj2MI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_zaRuIULFS4/s1600-h/tete_dans_le_cul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SJBvM3Bj2MI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_zaRuIULFS4/s400/tete_dans_le_cul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228801434096752834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; enough would be fun to see them fuck them selves in the ass  would it not or do they not do that  already by being a slave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-9012814837400523137?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/9012814837400523137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=9012814837400523137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/9012814837400523137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/9012814837400523137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-points.html' title='Three points'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SJBvM3Bj2MI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_zaRuIULFS4/s72-c/tete_dans_le_cul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-7328862557190667950</id><published>2008-07-28T14:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:44:45.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is nothing sacred</title><content type='html'>Games have always had a pervert side to them. Strip poke , slave, strip chess for those that try to be intellectual about it. Checker and of course, strip and nude Twister.CCS (chase catch and strip) a version of capture the flag. I can go on but  i think you understand how easy it is to pervert a game for the lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SI4TfieZY-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/PZYqN52Mcv4/s1600-h/naked-twister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SI4TfieZY-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/PZYqN52Mcv4/s400/naked-twister.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228137649974895586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A game that seemed to be impervious  to the perverting  process was Labyrinth. a game I could take great delight in playing with out being transported back into the mindset of the lifestyle. In California  over this weekend I was informed by friends that they did play a game of Labyrinth of the dungeon . The same cards were used the slaves were set to play against each other and the Dominants waited to see who won and who lost. Points were given to each card you found your way too if you won the number of points was the number of strokes given to the losers. If you collected cards  but did not win those points were also given on top of the winners. Then anything that could be used for penetration  well same rule thought they did not use the sword other implements were used in it's place. Hot wax in lieu of flame that sort of thing. I will not go through all the different tortures for each card lets us just say that they were novel, painful and humiliating so all had great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SO sadly now the next game Labyrinth I play  will now conjure up a picture  of a slave having a candle stick up their ass while having their sexual apparatus masturbated with chain mail from the helmet . I would suggest that if you are a slave playing  this game  best try to win. I would hate to think what could be done with that jeweled crown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-7328862557190667950?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/7328862557190667950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=7328862557190667950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/7328862557190667950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/7328862557190667950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-nothing-sacred.html' title='Is nothing sacred'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SI4TfieZY-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/PZYqN52Mcv4/s72-c/naked-twister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-4933930487561156337</id><published>2008-07-22T22:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:29:26.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first munch</title><content type='html'>I attended my first munch in the year 1999. It was held at Moven Pic. I remember  going into the area  finding a bar  armed with a glass of red wine in hand . I had never been to anything in a vanilla setting that involved the lifestyle . &lt;br /&gt;as I approached the area I remember seeing two men one six foot three and the other both bald an dressed in black under six feet in a heated discussion at the door of the area  where I was to meet up with the munch group. Seeing the group inside I thought well  I felt anxious. I sipped my wine and continued inside. The first munch was horrible for me. I knew no one , did not seem to have common ground with anyone I was sitting with  and felt  well it was an experience I would not repeat any time soon like a week after the devil found out I was dead then I would go to a munch again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following month  I was working on a Sunday and was in the area so what to hell I would have supper downtown see if my first feelings were right  or not. Since then I have not missed many and have great friendships that developed through the munch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why what is the point of this blog  ? I was invited to a cocktail party last Friday. What a pleasant way to pass a Friday evening.   I went through great trouble to get friends to go with me  and getting there  to the club was not easy nor the navigation of the club itself to find the party. The idea of a cocktail party  filled with conversation and low music  died at the door of the club. as littleone said in her blog I felt like I was at a high school dance only I was no longer the student I was the chaperon. I felt old and said that night  to myself that I did not belong there this was a new thing for young people not for an old fart like myself. It was nice that they invited me but just was not for me. While I was off kayaking  this weekend I remembered who made the munch special for me was the mix of old and new that was there . The stories that Captain told  or the European flavor of Kay the devilish nature of Sir and littleone , Lady Greyeyes, Pierre and Catherine known for their appearance on  Kink fame. They made  the minches not only good  but important for me to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  it might not be easy for me to talk over loud music and harder for me to hear I have decided to attend the next cocktail party  for a variety of reasons. As they are younger than I  they might enjoy my stories  and thoughts. You never know where or when you will meet the perfect slave  that you always wanted  or perhaps more important I might meet the  slaves that  needs what I can give. Hopefully I will find new friends  if not  at least learn a couple of new tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone's cup of tea and I will not drag anyone out  to it  but I feel it is important to keep and give support to this event so yep I will blindly trip over waiters  and smile even though I might not have a clue what was said as long as my presence makes some one happy  then I will be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-4933930487561156337?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/4933930487561156337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=4933930487561156337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4933930487561156337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4933930487561156337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-munch.html' title='My first munch'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-5309181344571639971</id><published>2008-07-14T16:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:38:34.944-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slave training'/><title type='text'>Training days ahead.</title><content type='html'>If you have read this blog before you have come across some of my methods and thoughts on training . I was asked about my training methods most recently from a male sub on collarme . So I will delve a bit into them today but it looks like  I hopefully will have a nice  little ass  to enslave shortly. A male from the area  seems to have a nice ass to beat so looks promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First , my thoughts on males serving males . I do not use them for sex  I love to torture them and put them through their tasks and duties like drilling a regiment. I do dehumanize them a bit they are treat rougher than the females and always lower than any thing else I own . The good thing  men's tongues seem to be a bit stronger then the females but I guess that is just too much of a generalization. SO we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO first off will be an exam f the boy.No not like the Clock Work Orange no this one usually takes about an hour. The probing of his orifices will take at leas fifteen minutes then there is measurements ,  stretching  to see how flexible he is .  Ability to balance in different positions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully lots to look forward to should he agree to my ways and protocols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-5309181344571639971?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/5309181344571639971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=5309181344571639971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5309181344571639971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5309181344571639971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/07/training-days-ahead.html' title='Training days ahead.'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1588757791326514673</id><published>2008-07-02T17:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:54:22.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Four rocks</title><content type='html'>I Have been on vacation for a little while in Maine. The sea air the calm days and the fog have allowed many thoughts to come forth and my mind to clear some what. Before I start blogging about starting my search for a slave I will relate a story  one that was told to me  while sitting out at a lighthouse 7/8 of mile out in the ocean with only man made ten foot wide rocky bridge as it's only access.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SG9VHTfcA2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/_G3a4MysMzs/s1600-h/lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SG9VHTfcA2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/_G3a4MysMzs/s400/lighthouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219484077125272418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had intrigued me as why would any one build  the bridge to put a lighthouse on it and that there are weather warnings about being out on the bridge  and the light house in inclement weather. A few had been struck by lightning and others swept away out to sea. So of course seeing warnings such as that I had to go out and see this lighthouse. The day was a bit foggy and there was a mist hindering the view of the lighthouse from shore . The journey out  was not easy as the bridge was not flat but large stones laid down so it was a bit of flat rock climbing With deep crevices about 6 to 8 inches wide between the stones. Some points of the bridge you feel as if the sea has made tunnels under this stone bridge as  your feet feel the force of the waves  on the bridge. On one side of the bridge an old ship . A few fishermen near that point  heard me question out loud  the name of the ship and could not resist telling me their version of the story of the bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it seems that a fisherman built the bridge. The reason was that he heard a song coming from the sea from the first rock. He had almost lost his life  in a storm  so was a bit fearful of the sea  now. He did not want to go out  in a ship nor boat but the song lured him back everyday  trying to see what was out there on the first rock. That is how the bridge started  he put a rock in the water to stand on  then another and another until his bridge  nearly reached the first rock. Lighting a fire in the early morn he saw what he thought was a women in the water behind the rock. As she sang she turned  and once catching a glimpse of him submerge.  Sadden by what he thought were old sea eyes he went home to return the next day again the song was there but distant it was coming from the second rock. Of course you can see where this is going every time he made his bridge out to the next rock the song would change to the next one further out. Until the forth rock. Seven eights of a mile out  I am told is a drastic drop in the ocean floor. By now his bridge was of a concern to shipping so he built a light house  at seven eights of a mile Every night he would light the lamp and sit on high in the light house waiting to hear the song and perhaps catch a glimpse of the shadowy figure  that hid behind the rock and in the seaweed. No song no sighting since he had been there .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large storm  with high waves and fierce winds had struck the area as he sat there in the light house he heard the song once again  and there she was in the flashes of lighting  staring at the man behind the glass . The fisherman left the e safety of the lighthouse and stood at the very furthest rock of the the bridge he had built at least that is the supposition. The fisherman was never seen again the light house was found with the doors open and windows  broken .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say he was lured by the witch of the bay and that she needed him to be in deep water before she could capture him. She had used her song to lure him out to the sea, Others say it was an inquiring mermaid that forbidden love caused the demise of the man. Most just want to say it was a bad storm that is all. Those that say that though cannot explain a few things . The windows and doors are now boarded up  because whenever they restore the windows to the building they mysteriously break in the night. There is an old ship half way along  the bridge that suddenly appeared after the fisherman disappeared. It sits on a sand bar no one knows the name  nor what happened to it  a few suppose it could be the fisherman's ship the one he almost perished  aboard. Now I stood at the the last rock where he had and I felt a draw to take the next step  I felt  a breeze and calmness out there the song might have been just the lapping of the waves  that is what it sounded  like to me  and the rocks are there but I did not  see any forms lurking about just some seaweed just under the surface of the water near the last rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess his love of the sea or at least his addiction to it  was too great and he had to find a way of returning to it. On that note it is time for me to return to or star searching  for a new slave I guess I too miss the song of my sea.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SG9Ul5SxhcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yxVyHFIJV_U/s1600-h/mermaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SG9Ul5SxhcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yxVyHFIJV_U/s400/mermaid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219483503157151170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1588757791326514673?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1588757791326514673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1588757791326514673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1588757791326514673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1588757791326514673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/07/four-rocks.html' title='Four rocks'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SG9VHTfcA2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/_G3a4MysMzs/s72-c/lighthouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-257609578643115177</id><published>2008-06-18T15:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:08:48.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is the toy</title><content type='html'>A question I have been pondering for some time now. IS the submissive  or slave that is the true toy. They give pleasure they serve as required by their master. They say they are there for the pleasure of the master but I have doubts if they are the toy or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When first we meet  we have some areas of interest taht are similar but it is the master that usually asks what the slave's fantasies are, what are the slaves hard limits  we cater to those needs or desires . We push limits usually in ways that we have interpreted would cause greater flight or orgasm in the slave. We give orgasm and flight  and we have them play out their fantasies by serving us . So who is the toy is the slave a toy by which we reach orgasm or is the master a toy so the slave reaches their desired level of flight .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always enjoy the power that I supposedly have when I dom  mostly I enjoy being able to force multiple orgasm from my willing slaves. Seeing their limp bodies on the table in a cold sweat wondering if they could do with just one more is most delightful. Does that make me just another form of a vibrator or dildo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course these are just some thought of mine  they are not the new way to think for slaves just remember how red you ass will be and how sore your nipples and the rest of you to gain those orgasms so do not think it is just fun and games after all any dildo can hurt so calling your Master  a dildo might not be a good idea you might find out just how few orgasms a dildo can give you  and how much pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-257609578643115177?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/257609578643115177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=257609578643115177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/257609578643115177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/257609578643115177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-is-toy.html' title='Who is the toy'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-5903630178714068741</id><published>2008-06-10T12:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:51:18.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really cannot keep up. Dominant collars, bottoms, subs, slaves and now we have a boot camp that has discussions , workshops and I guess little dollies on the tables. Hmm could be the start of an old guy rant so watch out. I have always said I do not have anything to do with bottoms or subs as I do not understand their needs. The term slave well I understand them very well . The idea of a Dominant wearing a collar because they like it as a fashion statement well I do not have a lot of respect for catwalk Dominants so understanding the reason for a collar beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I received an announce for a Boot camp. To me tht means an intensive training for a slave to get them up to par, so bondage , flogging , sweet tortures over a two or three day period / Or it 'could mean a training given to a slave  for a certain period of time. WWwwwwwwwwwwwwHen did it become  a talking affair with discussions and workshops. In my day (oh oh here it comes) a slave in boot camp only got to scream no talking, they were taken to a work shop for punishment or a fitting for a new toy  not sitting around listening in a workshop that was called a workshop  or a how to session. What Boot Camp has a great name to it so it is a better marketing tool so more people will spend more money on what some one else's idea of the lifestyle . How about just attend a munch and ask so of the more experienced how to there is no charge and you have an across the board selection of evil minds from which to draw from. Check out the link Sunday munch group  at the side sign up and go. You can ask me anything if I do not know and that is a lot of things I do not know but I can point you in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that you want to attend one of my boot camps well first bring only the clothes  on your back, if you wear a collar expect to be bare ass and whipped and no amount of "I am a dominant" will stop it do not expect to talk much you will use your mouth to say yes sir, to scream or grunt  and to do tongue exercises. Oh if you  do not want to have to run everywhere , learn how to serve and be polite when you are in pain or stressful positions , have evil tortures forces upon you or  be naked in front of others   we;; a boot camp is nt for you you should attend a workshop and see if you like it first.do not show up. As for you marketers  a Boot camp is for on hand learning  a workshop teaches by demonstration and discussion please do not confuse issues just to sell more tickets.  A work shop is a workshop  not a boot camp.( old guy has gone to rest now  rant over)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-5903630178714068741?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/5903630178714068741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=5903630178714068741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5903630178714068741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5903630178714068741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-really-cannot-keep-up.html' title=''/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-902532822599942229</id><published>2008-06-05T10:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T11:03:52.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex, reward , punishment ?</title><content type='html'>First I love comments that stimulate dialog. Do not get me wrong I enjoy those that agree or like my writings. I like dialog  you can learn so much more about others and your self through open dialog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all the question have you ever had sex with one of your slaves? I have never had intercourse with a slave for the past 27 years. The only one that came close was minion. SO does that mean that my slaves never orgasm ? No it means they orgasm a lot as my slave. I use orgasm as a torture device so both as a reward and punishment . Through denial and forced orgasm they spend much of their time away from me  achieving the tasks I assign  many of those have to do with orgasm. For the denial of orgasm  they usually are given the task of masturbation lets say every two hours  but must stop just before orgasm. This could go on for a day or a week depending how I feel. Many methods to force orgasm wearing a thong backwards while at work another is tell a slave they must masturbate frequently during a day  such as achieve five orgasms  in two hours . My favorite is when  I will not see them for a week  they must masturbate once the first day then twice the second doubling each day or increasing by a one depends how I feel. When I do see them they are a little raw , a little sore to my touch rendering them quite docile  when I approach the subject of orgasm with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am with them I like to see how many orgasms I can inflict upon them but again without intercourse. Whips , paddles floggers vibrators brushes  their own hands or others  but no penis .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go further  to describe  my session and would be happy to but  I think the question about sex as a reward  I have to say yes  as A punishment I have to say yes just not with my penis. I find that in a state  of orgasm for my self I loose control and I do not feel that is right for any Dominant to loose control how can they be responsible for the out comings  of the session or time with a slave if you are blowing your load especially if a person was in bondage and suspended  with out some one else around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as far as boring being with me well a witness, littleone did my slaves complain to you that they were bored or that I did not give them more time? ONe last thing  I will say that before a slave enters into any form of play with me they are told the ground rules one being no intercourse with me so no one is miss lead they know exactly what they sign up for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I love to talk on my sessions or my views on slaves and their treatment  but  I leave that for another blog . So  a question to those that commented if intercourse was taken out of your relationships and replaced with only orgasm would you still enjoy  your submissive lives? Another would be and forgive me for the graphic nature of the word, Is getting "fucked" an integral part of being a slave ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-902532822599942229?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/902532822599942229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=902532822599942229&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/902532822599942229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/902532822599942229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-reward-punishment.html' title='Sex, reward , punishment ?'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-8860964021333679657</id><published>2008-06-03T13:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:15:08.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fickled mind of a sub</title><content type='html'>My how subs are . I was sent photos of a friends  session. naked and suspended. A lovely sight. Now in this position there is not much you can hide from the view of others . How more exposed can you be, I thought. She said she had sex in that position and it was wonderful. so obvious question  for me anyway  why was she so rewarded what good deed did she do to warranted such pleasure. The answer I got  was it was private. Hmm how private can a sub be after total exposure is the reason far more coveted than the act&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-8860964021333679657?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/8860964021333679657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=8860964021333679657&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8860964021333679657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8860964021333679657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-how-subs-are.html' title='Fickled mind of a sub'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-9105706127071812243</id><published>2008-05-17T08:39:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T05:00:35.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a book of rules?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SC7c7Xu3pMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1XSWFt3P0B4/s1600-h/gavel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SC7c7Xu3pMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1XSWFt3P0B4/s400/gavel.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201337532200494274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written about this before  at least about rules. There is not  a book each of us have different ones.  I have now been aske d if you were writing a book of rules what would you put into it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is hard as a lot of freedom must be left for the individuality  of play otherwise we will be like the vanillas  Oh it is Tuesday so it is dogie style tonight  . So for me  I think the rules would have to do with conforming  on  Collaring , Owner ship . what the slave provides what the Dominant provides and of course release. Should there be  group of lifestylers that would hear and rule on things. Do we want that much control  really. We all say it would be nice to have a book of rules but deep down do we want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two cases which affected me  might have gone to  that group of lifestylers. Ling a former slave to me  was a long distance  slave . I perceived she need more than an on line Dom so I gave her to a mutual friend the question would be did I have the right to?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syrah  owned me  as I do switch remember. I was hospitalized  not because of her by the way   ,during her ownership and we drifted apart . I never ask for release nor did she give me one am I still owned by her?  I do not know if that would have gone to the group or not I know in vanilla life there are laws that govern abandon property ? SO could she pay the back taxes and re-claim me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was under the impression that if a slave asked for release and was not grated one by their Master they could plead their case in front of two others Doms. Not every one in the lifestyle has heard of this. If they agree with the slave they could do the release but if they are not elected to this position how could this be binding  on the Master should he choose not to respect it . Perhaps his honour  might be hurt that is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of just a few complications  that I have thought of as far as having a book of rules, punishment or compensation . A friend of mine and I were joking around about copy right that I did not have right to use pictures of me that he took. So if we brought such a case before  the book what happens does he have to spend  his weekends in the stocks  or am offered up for a hundred  photo sessions that I am not allowed to use  but he is. Or should I just take the place of the women staked out and let him him stand in the  bushes taking the photos and the fun ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SC7bUnu3pKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CEesP733TCE/s1600-h/slave+for+pennies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SC7bUnu3pKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CEesP733TCE/s400/slave+for+pennies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201335766968935586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So having a book written by some one else that I can say I use would be great but but might not. Rules are not always interpreted in the way you think they should be. SO  writing one  would be a great dilemma  Words would have to be so plain and direct and cover everything in the lifestyle. We think we cover everything with contracts and collaring but do we. I have never written how a slave  is to leave my service  I do not think .  Hell come to think of it  I have never  really got a formal release from any that owned or collared me so does that mean I am sort of a bigamist to be sentenced at a later date when all the claims of ownership have been heard  then judge who still owns me if anyone  just too complicated for me I think I will just write my house rules and if I own you then I rule  on whether or not you are released, when you can pee and just how often  I get to slap your ass that way it is simple  I say you do , simple. Now if some one says that to me,  well  hold on there.Where is the book where is that group of judges? Is that not covered in the book of rules ! Are you sure that is the way it was supposed to be interpreted? Naw  you must not have the most recent version ! (LOL)I think I better stop here , I might have already hung around too long !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SC7b8nu3pLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/YKm5zke3HKA/s1600-h/hanging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SC7b8nu3pLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/YKm5zke3HKA/s400/hanging.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201336454163702962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-9105706127071812243?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/9105706127071812243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=9105706127071812243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/9105706127071812243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/9105706127071812243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-there-book-of-rules.html' title='Is there a book of rules?'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SC7c7Xu3pMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1XSWFt3P0B4/s72-c/gavel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-3974558341109105488</id><published>2008-05-13T10:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:20:56.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A vanilla trade</title><content type='html'>While looking out the window observing life in general some thing struck me . Since and early age I love to watch people working , plumbers , carpenters , road works and garbage men. Well back then they were all men so I guess to be correct I should ay garbage persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The persons have change from the beer bellied men that hung on to the truck even for a few feet then labored off  to throw a few cans of garbage in the truck then climb on board till the next house. Now they are thin in stature , great shape , they run behind a task master of a driver , who must be a dominant. Before they have the chance to finish at one house the truck is edging up towards the next. A perfect scenario for a slave.  All that would have to change would be  that they were naked , okay they can wear shoes, gloves  and a hat but that is as far as I would go , well maybe a butt plug just so that they wiggle even more. Hmm and a tail attached to the butt plug to keep the flies away( a very deep laugh has overtaken me)  Yes naked men and women pursuing the truck  with tasks to do . Well the only improvement I could see would be to add a task master or as a friend calls the position a bossy sub . Some one to whip those following behind or perhaps just to make the tasks even more fun who knows. Oh so much fun could be had and at the end of they run they could be ties to the side of the truck with legs and arms spread wide apart for the ride back to he depot, that would cool them down after a hot day. Once there they could be left on the truck , scrubbed and hosed down or removed and washed what delicious fun  of course the crews that were too slow the alpha sub would be punished at that time then the alpha sub would punish their crews I am sure that would improve productivity! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vanilla world could benefit greatly using some of the lifestyle techniques could it not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-3974558341109105488?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/3974558341109105488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=3974558341109105488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3974558341109105488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3974558341109105488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/05/vanilla-trade.html' title='A vanilla trade'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-8242596621747225183</id><published>2008-05-11T04:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T04:56:07.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Open for viewing pleasure</title><content type='html'>A friend wrote her story  after readings some one else's. She then in her blog encouraged others to write theirs. She has also said on numerous occasions that Dominants do not write a lot  of blogs nor do they with any consistency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first part , my story   ah no. I do not like to be that open . I will answer questions to those that ask mainly those  interested in me as a Dom but  I feel at least my opinion  Dominants should hold back  They should not be as open  as subs  as they are not on the selling block.  I was always shock  as one of my comic book heroes, Batman was portray in the movies as some one who so easily gives up his secret identity to any piece of fluff that comes along. When I used to read Batman  his secret identity was just that, secret.  SO I would prefer to remain  with my cape and hood on and keep some mystery  at least a shred of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Dominants not writing a lot or expressing their desires or  I think she said baring their souls. Well I have written over 300 blogs under Darklights banner or Cloud and another 400 under drakor. Perhaps  for me I have done enough baring of things. I have always used an expression knowledge is power , being that I am a bit controlling, giving away power is  not a great idea.  My friends and slaves get bits and pieces enough  for their needs . As those that might read my blog, well, I do not know their needs so I will wait to be asked to dole out such knowledge. What I give here is my opinion on the the lifestyle, some of my thoughts on sessions or experiences I have had with slaves, interaction with my friends  and a few other things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Dominants not blogging frequently , yep that is true. If we blogged everyday or at a certain time during the week would that not almost be a task.  As far as I remember , and it has been a while, Dominants do no have tasks. As for when will I write next? When I have something to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-8242596621747225183?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/8242596621747225183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=8242596621747225183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8242596621747225183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8242596621747225183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/05/open-for-viewing-pleasure.html' title='Open for viewing pleasure'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1443456944946941401</id><published>2008-04-14T10:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:55:50.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pet a movie</title><content type='html'>I should say a movie that should have been kept in the cage under lock and key. Unlike the Secretary , I felt it did not explore anything of value.  The movie  tried to be something to everyone   and missed terribly .  It in my opinion put the lifestyle at least the pet play aspect  of it  as  not really sane. I will tease you with this bit. The pet after two days is asked if she wishes to continue for six months, She is told she will be kept in a cage not have access to anyone but her master  and will be marked by branding after her six months she gets 50,000 dollars and supposedly goes on her way . With a branded ass of course. What is her only question does the branding hurt? Hmmm putting red hot iron to your lily white ass does it jurt hmmm let me think on that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of the slaves  and subs out there would agree after a two day trial to be branded ?  OH why the brand because you accept a 6 month contract by some one you just met . Yes  that is a sane thing to do. Then  we are presented with the idea that all owners  are  or know white slavers. Another sane part  if you have no intention of selling this person who signed a six month contract with you why bring her to  party put on by the white slavers for the purpose of showing of slaves on the auction block?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The plot did not flow , the dialog did not flow no delving into the feelings  or love that could develop. The scenes were sort of nice yet  never went far enough to make the film interesting in that manner. I think the scenes  were put together hodge podge did not show the training   The old pornos of the sixties and seventies  in the porno paneled rooms  had more plot , better dialog and at least action that went along with the idea  of the movie title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting to see a look inside of pet play . What I did get is that Masters are all members of  organ selling  slavers , slaves and subs are too stupid to know what sane is and we make anyone  who is sane  a slave because we have that power.  I think I waited two years to see this movie I am glad for that  as I did not pay for the movie and will not buy the DVD so I saved  money . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOw for the good parts of the night: I was with Mistress Lisa so we laughed at moments that were just too ridiculous especially at the sad ending. I finally met Dunter and saw the Loft. I enjoyed meeting and talking with Dunter and those that watched the movie with us . I also enjoyed the tour of the loft always fun to see  and find out new ideas and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO thumbs up for Dunter and the loft  and as for the movie well  I think it should be put down , given the needle , put out to pasture and never seen again. If you do have to see it  well may I suggest a poop scooper and a bag to put it all on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1443456944946941401?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1443456944946941401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1443456944946941401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1443456944946941401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1443456944946941401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/04/pet-movie.html' title='The Pet a movie'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-8438474318945169589</id><published>2008-04-05T09:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T09:57:07.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love when I read profiles  and they say &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;do not contact me unless you have read my whole profile&lt;/span&gt;. It goes to show you how few do read the entire profile. I am a switch but I use two distinct profiles and blogs. Why? Because of  the confusion the word switch cause so imagine asking the same people to read all the way down to the end and then expecting them to understand what they read just too difficult.  Then there are those that write a very clear profile usually with a statement  Do not contact me unless ...... So I do not only to be contacted by them. When they ask after finding out that I saw their profile    why did I not contact them? Well I read you profile have you read mine or at least have you read your own you would know why I did not .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now  I am more into what i call , so no one take offense the true from of the lifestyle  meaning when I Dom there is no sex  yes my slaves cum  they reach orgasm but no sex  occurs between us. Licking my feet my ass I do not consider sexual nice, it excites but will not make me cum. They have gotten to lick or kiss my male parts but again not to the point of orgasm and certainly they are not allowed to cum while they are. So to be precise as long as my organ does not touch or enter the vaginal or ass then there is no sex, do darling if you want ruff sex next profile please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is clear  and concise and if people would read  my profile  well I would probably get a lot less responses. Of course I do love having the opportunity to tell them how inept they are in their ability to read and of course I use kind words  until they send me the second email. Lady Evyl has put a question on hers about her toothbrush I have not ask her but I think this might well eliminate those who read with their organ not their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thread  will be continued in Drakor's dungeon just in case you reacked the part of my profile that says I am switch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-8438474318945169589?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/8438474318945169589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=8438474318945169589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8438474318945169589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8438474318945169589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-when-i-read-profiles-and-they.html' title=''/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-3016615290308772181</id><published>2008-03-21T09:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:18:21.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet scent of submission</title><content type='html'>While I was cleaning and repairing  some of my toys  i notice a difference in the smell of some of my toys. Yes there is a smell to a slave or submissive.  First for me is the leather of toys used on them. The sent of the leather mixed with their sweat. The aroma of their aroused state while they a performing their service to you. Not much could be sweeter  could it. then there is the wood in paddles and rods  that take  the scent  of a slave .  I always create a toy  selection for personal slave and ones that I can use on any one. They are varnished  and after their use on one and before the other are disinfected and cleaned. These carry  not scent  perhaps a lingering smell of alcohol  or Javex nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones  i make for a specific slave well they become like the slave  individual in scent and  colour.  Each of us have body oils  in our sweat so after a few times the usage will show on untreated wood . The scent of their submission is there trapped in the wood. Cleaning will remove the trace of blood it will take away most of the body salts but not the oils. The oils claim the toy for the slave. They darken Pine ,cause cedar to go a deeper red they add distinction to the toy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice to have so many good memories encased in wood and leather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-3016615290308772181?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/3016615290308772181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=3016615290308772181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3016615290308772181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3016615290308772181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweet-scent-of-submission.html' title='Sweet scent of submission'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-5702124789762811116</id><published>2008-02-27T15:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:14:46.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Human or inhuman , the perfect life</title><content type='html'>The strive  for the perfect life for all is a quest  by humans that seems to  have come about recently. About the last two thousand years. I question it's validity in that it is a proper quest for the species. It seems to wrap itself around carry the weak of character as well as mind and body forward slowing the race of where we are headed, could be oblivion but  most species  are headed there . The definition of what is human and inhuman has for some reason been reversed and our true nature hidden by writers of fiction ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we left the trees it was not through negotiation with other species as to what we could have  it was through cunning , sheer brute and at time overwhelming  force. The  offering up of those humans that were weak to the other carnivores was a natural thing as all species did so. We encourage the  line to made of strength not of weakness and sickness. Our quest for perfect lives has meant the destruction of other species , the remaking of our habitat. We have used violence to gain what we wanted and violence  is more of our nature then  the quiet poems of peace and tranquility.  Birth is violent , making love is in itself violent if anything death  is the most peaceful thing that we experience  not the act of dying but the state of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for definitions  through our our history we have torture, maimed raped and stolen  went home with our prizes  and laughed at the is fortune of our victims. We have bulled  those that were weaker into giving us their food  their money  their daughters  and their sons to continue our wars. Yet we use the definition  human when we reach down to a child and offer it bread  or spare it from some in human horror. We sit back and watch some  group of people  destroying another and recoil saying Where is the humanity why does not anyone stop this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the Science fiction writers or poets wish to describe a perfect world or kind actions do not use the word human . Those that wish to describe some fantasy world of being good to one another  without the  threat of force or violence please say how inhuman you are or describe a sloths world  to your readers.. That you wish to change  man so quickly, the blood has not yet dried in our teeth and you wish to claim us vegetarian.  You do not have to accept who we are  or how we got here ,just use the terminology correctly for at least a few thousand years that will make me happy and you might want to make me happy since I do not mind using violence  or force to get what I want and torture just brings a sweet smile to my face. Yes in the future i might be branded as a Neanderthal but with out those like human thoughts and more the will to break the barriers and fight and kill where would the human race be. Ask the mammoth the next time you see one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-5702124789762811116?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/5702124789762811116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=5702124789762811116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5702124789762811116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5702124789762811116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/02/human-or-inhuman-perfect-life.html' title='Human or inhuman , the perfect life'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1161581731646353327</id><published>2008-02-15T19:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:13:06.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They who think they must be obeyed</title><content type='html'>I have just finished reading a rant by a pro Domme. I am sadden to read it I had some respect for her . She rant on about her subs the ones that are paying her for her service  how disloyal they are and she has to answer phones calls for information and then they do not book with her.  Then she tried to put her self  on high as other in the business were just off from the street hookers that they  did not have proper training inferring that some how she was special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a little note to her  if subs are calling and you are not getting bookings perhaps our answers lack what the sub needs to hear.  If you live the lifestyle unlike the others then how many personal slaves do you  have and have you had I have never seen you with any? You are providing a service but if subs are going else where perhaps the service is not up to their needs. As for the supposed massage parlors and hookers that offer Domination, they have a their customers .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only statement is that Pro-Dommes should be trained.  Most Good Pro Dommes that I know were subs  before they were Dommes. They understand  what it is to desire to serve and those that did not had slaves before turning pro. Word of advice for subs not every Pro Domme is a pro nor are they every subs dream of a Domme. Ask a lot of question  before. as for that pro domme well I think  a course in marketing 101  might be a good idea for you  and remember the last person claiming to be a god was nailed to a cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bugs me when people with some power because of title talk out of  the wrong end .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of rant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1161581731646353327?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1161581731646353327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1161581731646353327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1161581731646353327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1161581731646353327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/02/they-who-think-they-must-be-obeyed.html' title='They who think they must be obeyed'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-5413214051731838915</id><published>2008-02-11T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:32:49.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Timing</title><content type='html'>A blog that little one wrote  about role playing and what is real and what is role play and the article yo will find at the end gave rise to this blog. A very good piece  by the way but overshadowed by the article who's link I have included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A man  who search for his piece of this lifestyle has met his end  in a accident  during a bondage scene. First  I would like to say that no matter how much a slave begs to be tied up and left  I will not  too many things can go wrong as in the song  by meatloaf I won't do that. My dual sides both love  more extreme  play and yes I have wander off in the night to an unknown house  and played  and probably will again in the future. I am also one to say  as a slave tell me how nasty you are going to be not how safe you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a certain amount of safety expected I do not want to think about safety as for me it takes away from the excitement of it. All degrees of the lifestyle are at times not safe whether it is role playing or bondage there are elements in all that can cause bodily injury as well as Mental injury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Role playing  I feel is a bases for the lifestyle . It is how we are start  through our fantasies and the wish to bring them to reality. As little one pointed out  not always fun to do as she mentions her attempt to mimick a scene  in the movie Secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now this man  went to clubs a lot most probably had played with the Dominatrix before  his role play to have  all the elements of his fantasy included being left alone. An extreme that probably most of us have not reached in our sessions . His role play was far more serious and real then our most painful whippings. Sadly our fantasies have the ability for us to survive past the point of no return when we dream ,  reality holds different laws of physics. All bodies cannot twist that way or this and every one is not just out just  to enjoy the excitement, some do not think accidents can happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the unknown , the lack of control , the realization of our fantasies that drive us in this lifestyle  but it is up to only two people the slave and Dominant. One must give up control  and one must accept it and all the responsibilities that goes with it. That whether it is for an  hour  or 24/7 is very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article from a listing of the New York Post on Fark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HANGY SPANKY&lt;br /&gt;KINKY CLUBGOER IS CHOKED NEAR DEATH&lt;br /&gt;By RICHARD WILNER, LARRY CELONA and LUKAS I. ALPERT&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;M MISHAP: Police seize bags ID'd as leather straps from The Nutcracker Suite sex club, but they did not arrest dominatrix Taki Noriko.&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;M MISHAP&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Police seize bags ID'd as leather straps from The Nutcracker Suite sex club, but they did not arrest dominatrix Taki Noriko.&lt;br /&gt;PreviousPauseNext&lt;br /&gt;PrintEmailDigg ItRedditPermalinkStory Bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 9, 2008 -- A leather-loving submissive was clinging to life yesterday after a freak accident at a Midtown bondage club cut off oxygen to his brain, law-enforcement sources said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dominatrix at The Nutcracker Suite on East 33rd Street called 911 at about 1:30 a.m. after finding the hooded man turning blue in a dungeon room as he hung by his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also wearing nipple clamps, a dog collar and women's high-heeled shoes, and his hands were cuffed behind his back, sources said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was rushed to St. Vincent's Hospital, where he was put on a respirator, sources said. It was believed he had suffered brain damage due to lack of oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping with the secretive nature of the S&amp;M scene, the man was carrying no identification and only signed the name "Roger" in the pain palace's guest registry. But sources said he was a regular at the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cops were using his MetroCard to try to track his movements and identify him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His particular fetish was to have himself trussed up and left alone. The mistress he was working with, Taki Noriko, 30, of Williamsburg, told police that she elevated him just enough to cause discomfort but that his feet were still on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was an accident," Noriko told The Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that she checked on him every 20 minutes. At first, he was fine, but when she went in a second time, she found that his foot had slipped out of the shoe and was turning blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police took Noriko, several other whip-toting mistresses and the club's manager in for questioning, but no charges were filed. One woman was arrested on an outstanding and unrelated warrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cops removed several bags of evidence from the club, including one labeled "1 [one] black leather restraint."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While S&amp;M activities are not illegal, the state penal code seems to leave open the possibility that those involved could be charged with assault - or even manslaughter if the man were to die - if a grand jury were to rule they acted recklessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The club, which is tucked away in a suite in a nondescript Midtown office building near the Empire State Building, has operated for more than a decade and is a well-known masochist mecca among devotees of the bondage scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The erotic emporium was once featured in a 15-minute documentary called "Paradise Bound," which screened at the Sundance Festival in 1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a lot more common than you think. It's lawyers, doctors, athletes, everybody," co-owner Robert Fluty said in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluty could not be reached for comment, and messages left on the club's voice mail were not returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On its Web site, the club lists candle-wax dripping, electrostimulation, bondage, role play and flogging among its services. Sessions cost $185 dollars an hour and are by appointment only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooms are thematic and feature floor-to-ceiling mirrors, bondage beds and trusses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One room, called The Inquisition Lair, features a leather-strap cage and a St. Andrew's Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another called "The Clinic," is described as "the ultimate for medical role play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional reporting by Philip Messing, Rebecca Rosenberg and John Mazor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;richard.wilner@nypost.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-5413214051731838915?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/5413214051731838915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=5413214051731838915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5413214051731838915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5413214051731838915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/02/timing.html' title='Timing'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-8196753092601208305</id><published>2008-02-01T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T15:34:12.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gods</title><content type='html'>There was an episode of Star Trek the original series  that found the God Apollo.  they had to destroy  the god to get away  for his wish to worshiped. He was not really a God  all he had was greater technological abilities . SO when he came to earth  he had looked like a god. So the Humans lifted him on to a pedestal and bestow upon him worship. Was it wrong for the humans to have done that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No not if Apollo had provided something more to the humans then showing he was more advanced. He did not draw the sun behind his chariot every day we know the sun did that all by itself. I had a chat with a former slave the other day and she mentioned a phrase ( I know  what you are thinking) Well no Dom does , they might now how some one reacted to similar situations, they might know what they like  or not they might see that the slave is pensive after an occurrence and perceive that the slave is thinking about that but they are not Gods. We like good trainers watch for signs and react to them .Sir Stephen in the story of (O) in one of the endings tell O to go and kill herself. Well Gods can kill but so can man. No for me a God must be able to destroy  and re-create that what was destroyed that would be Godlike  it is  the only thing I would put on a pedestal .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told recently that I had been on a pedestal. If I am  to anyone out there please take me down. My slaves fall in love with me because  I give them exactly what they want, the strictness, the constant attention , the punnishments the control , most of all I force out of them what they want  but what they themselves cannot admit to. That is not a God  it is a human, some have said I am perfect  as a Dom no that is not true, I choose the slaves that like what I like and they choose me for the same reasons. I have said this before  I do things my way they are right for me if you like them then please do as I do but do not come to me complaining they do not work for you.   I am one voice expressing my view  my way of doing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am CLoud  not a god. If you want a God go find religion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-8196753092601208305?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/8196753092601208305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=8196753092601208305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8196753092601208305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8196753092601208305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/02/gods.html' title='Gods'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-2067559012033050095</id><published>2008-01-29T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:17:58.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and fun things.</title><content type='html'>Birthdays are of some importance and should by all means be set apart from the rest of the year. More so in the lifestyle than vanilla. Why? Well any time or event that can bring bare hands to a bare ass is of considerable importance  do you not agree? . Yes the fun practice of birthday spanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the day special for slaves I do ot give them any sessions that day not tasks except they must be naked all day. After all occasions and dress codes and I think the birthday suit was developed for this purpose. It gives freedom of movement will bringing out the best in a slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday spanks  for  should be the number of years pus one. The question of should all you attend divide the number between them or should each deliver the full amount? A side question should only the Dominants give the spanks or should all in the room including the slaves , subs and other friends be given opportunity to deliver the most desirable of gifts on a birthday by a slave , a red bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally believe that all in the room should deliver the full number times those in the room with out exception.. So each would deliver the number of years and one to cheeks of the birthday slave. I feel this way the slave will remember happy times of birthday celebrations for days to come. Or at least when they sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other fun things to do  that I have heard about . Mudding , yes that is what I said where the birthday slave is covered in slimy  yucky things such as mud, honey , cake  , what seems to be around. You then l;et them sit for a while not allowing them to touch the dirt  or themselves.  Usually the number of minutes  is the same as the years of the birthday slave. Then the fun of watching them  try to clean them selves with some useless piece of clothe or just their fingers. When the goup feels they have humiliated themselves enough with the group can help the slave clean themselves or throw them in a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are several other  but this one is a favorite for me. Ice cream.  The slave put down on a table or floor  has scoops of ice cream place  at the crotch  arm pits  along the legs. For this you have to tie them in place  for as the ice cream melts the urge to giggle is just too strong and would ruin the fun for the Dominants in the room if they wiggled too much. Asian remaining in place at least minutes counting as the years  but like birthday spank  it could be multiplied by the number in the room. What then you say well do not Dominants have tongues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what happens to Dominants on their birthdays? Well in my case  if I have a slave at the time they get to enjoy it twice in the year  and if I do not well Happy Birthday Sir would be most acceptable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-2067559012033050095?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/2067559012033050095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=2067559012033050095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2067559012033050095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2067559012033050095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/01/birthdays-and-fun-things.html' title='Birthdays and fun things.'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-4285927984181793731</id><published>2008-01-18T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T13:47:16.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting subject</title><content type='html'>On alt I found a thread about punishments. Regular punishments that happen at acertain time on a certain day for slaves. I was interested as I have always done this in the past.   Fridays were the day I use for my slaves. I liked it as it started the weekend off on the right note a clean slate you could say. The slave knew that it would happen  no matter what and they knew exactly what they would receive as they had to keep note when a punishment was assigned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did  punish on the spot for offenses but some I wanted them to think on. Th e preparation for the punishment was also important unlike the immediate punishment the slave would have to uncover only their ass and back as that was the area I do reserve for true punishment. I have been told it is uncomfortable to have pants around your knees and sweater and blouses bunched up underneath arms which made the punishment even more yucky for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would have to read out the infraction on what day and how many were assigned, mistakes on these facts doubled the punishment. They gave their reason as to why they error and how they would correct it for the future.  Then they put down their punishment book  receive the punishment then pick up the book and read the next. This continued until all were taken care of then the slave would kneel in a corner and reflect on their conduct. Now I am all for slapping a slave when ever I feel like and when a error that is small in nature occurs immediate punishment is fine but recurring lateness, rudeness  and poor decision making deserves them to think on just how much it will hurt on Friday before they get to have any fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-4285927984181793731?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/4285927984181793731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=4285927984181793731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4285927984181793731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4285927984181793731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/01/interesting-subject.html' title='An interesting subject'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-493761286050758552</id><published>2008-01-17T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T08:15:50.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting ,blogs and other wishes of  subs</title><content type='html'>Well it seems s if all Doms have not been posting on a regular bases shame on us. Says it right there on page 191 on the bdsm rule book that Doms must post  and or blog. Ggees sounds like the first time a women said I had to get in touch with my feminine side and when I did I got slapped for ruining one of her dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personnel feeling is that when I dom  I blog in response  to stimulus around me. Questions  or events that have cause me to ponder then I feel I must comment on what stimulated the thought. How I would or did handle the situation. So no stimulus then no real need to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ever  when I sub well I can easily turn out several blogs in a day , they may not all be good but the stimulus is there to write. While Domming I have evil thoughts and plans since I am the one doing the work in sessions I guess I am more subdued. As a sub I have evil and wicked  thoughts and desires  in those the idea that they could happen is wildly exciting. Another  difference  I guess is as a slave or sub writing is one  way you can say to all the Dominants, Look at me pick me. As a Dom I feel you must be far mor reserved  and not let the subs know every mminute detail about your thoughts. Should some sub really want to know me well it is easy strip and let me tie you to a cross and see what you can find out from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think that all Dominant should take notice though that the subs are uniting on this front of wanting Dominants to write more. I used to paint  on my slaves and a friend likes to use a marker. I guess this type of writing is not enough. Perhaps thoughts should be given towards branding or scraping   I know of this one sub that had 6 scraped onto her breasts. Now would that count as a form of blogging as it was on a blog , pondering again,my my  Dominants'  work is never done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-493761286050758552?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/493761286050758552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=493761286050758552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/493761286050758552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/493761286050758552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/01/posting-blogs-and-other-wishes-of-subs.html' title='Posting ,blogs and other wishes of  subs'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-6498556004108922421</id><published>2008-01-04T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T19:16:29.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty  who has to be honest</title><content type='html'>A blog written on alt  asked what would you do as a submissive if you found out your Dom had lied or not been honest. A surprising number of responses were that they would leave the Dom. I guess the only tool or punishment a sub has is to take away what they had given to the Dom. There is no Dom punishment stick perhaps there should be  I do not know  Now does that mean honest with their sub or  honest with themselves or both.&lt;br /&gt;i believe that out of the two roles it is the Dom that at all times must be honest. I feel that subs and slaves will tend to leave things out deliberately at times. That is okay  for some things  not for things that affect their health.  Such as the slave wants breath play but refrains from telling you they have had  a crushed larynx. However not telling me that they pee when excited  just gives me an opportunity to humiliate or tease and torture for the offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dom that does not tell the person, who has put their body and mind in the hands of a Dom, his true intent or feeling as to owning a slave is just looking for disaster and a soon a bad reputation. So I believe that the Dom has to be honest and upfront at all times. As for the sub being dishonest well they have an ass and I have a punishment stick no need to go further on that subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-6498556004108922421?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/6498556004108922421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=6498556004108922421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/6498556004108922421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/6498556004108922421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/01/honesty-who-has-to-be-honest.html' title='Honesty  who has to be honest'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-8406797502607099857</id><published>2008-01-03T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:05:27.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positions of beauty'/><title type='text'>Yoga</title><content type='html'>I like all of my slaves to be in shape that does not mean that you have to weight 120 pounds and stand five foot six. Just that you be healthy exercise regularly and take care of your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The role of slave is not for the out of shape. This position has been attained by my last two slaves . Minion and amanda. They have enjoy dildos and masturbation while holding this &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/R31BbrWP0aI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9APRJ81LTM4/s1600-h/yoga+position.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/R31BbrWP0aI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9APRJ81LTM4/s400/yoga+position.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151345492530024866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;position . amanda made a foolish statement that the next time she was late she would hold this position for ten strokes of the punishment stick. she was good for two  which surprised me as the stick is a five foot piece of bamboo.  It is delivered with the same technique as you would deliver  a katana. The nice thing about it is that it always marks but the subby usually does not re-offend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see the position exposes the buttocks and legs  stretched so pain is a word I think would describe a punishment delivered in this position amanda used some other term which started with Fuck and involved a horse and a duck in a very strange configuration as well as some natural body functions . any way  the picture best describes it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-8406797502607099857?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/8406797502607099857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=8406797502607099857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8406797502607099857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8406797502607099857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2008/01/yoga.html' title='Yoga'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/R31BbrWP0aI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9APRJ81LTM4/s72-c/yoga+position.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1095940822281688843</id><published>2007-12-31T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T09:56:35.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My , My we do rush around</title><content type='html'>I am sitting with a cup of tea yes I know very old fashion . It is not a mocka coca gino it is just tea.  Very hot water pour over leaves of a plant. You have to wait for tea  as it is not a science it is taste. The leaves are of the same weight but not every cup of tea is the same. There are recipes for tea but there is always a variation of the taste. Many of the marketed ideas on what we should drink or for that matter have or put as important in our lives. Perfection  was once a matter of one's own taste now it is so dependent on what we are told is  perfection  or as a neighbor has just said to me  you gotta get this, every one else has one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now  as I sit here with my tea , I had a flash back to child hood. On this the seventh day of Christmas I would ask myself you would be the last. No morbid minds now, who would be the last to turn off their Christmas lights. Now if I listen to the advertisements well Christmas ended already Boxing Day was on the 22 of December as that was the day the boxing day sale started at Best Buys. My horticulture group  did email, telling me I was late ordering my spring flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened to the rest of Christmas. The song did have 12 days in it did it not? Have we now force all that is Christmas into one or two days? Why do we rush to these periods with such Joy  and fear then not allow ourselves to enjoy them. No we must prepare for the next event we must buy what they tell us to we must!!!!!!!! we should just enjoy the preparation and the event  not rush through it because there is another behind that one. Imagine if a Marketer was a Dom. It would be untying the bondage knots before the ropes had chance to leave the slightest  of marks that they were there. Now where is the fun in that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to my tea and the hunt for a new slave?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1095940822281688843?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1095940822281688843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1095940822281688843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1095940822281688843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1095940822281688843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-my-we-do-rush-around-for-same.html' title='My , My we do rush around'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-2442239712904532068</id><published>2007-12-27T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T10:03:25.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder most foul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/R3O8SbWP0ZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/i_2l1vy12G0/s1600-h/turkey+no.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/R3O8SbWP0ZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/i_2l1vy12G0/s400/turkey+no.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148665823779344786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I must atone for my sins. Over the past two weeks I am responsible for the demise of five turkeys , four hams, three fish, two trays of deserts  and a chocolate fountain. Unlike other years when I refrained from the feast and tried to exercise restraint  I went ,pardon the expression , whole hog and ate like a pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now  I must atone for my sins  and with out a slave to beat and whip I guess I will have to think of the dungeon for my self for a while  back to walking, sit ups  and rowing and tortures  of that nature. SO much easier to be a sub and have some one whip your ass into shape I feel .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if there is a turkey left standing out there well I can not think of eating another whole turkey, However I do not mind sharing a drumstick with someone as there ae two you know. After all it is Christmas and sharing is what  it is all about is it not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-2442239712904532068?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/2442239712904532068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=2442239712904532068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2442239712904532068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2442239712904532068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/12/murder-most-foul.html' title='Murder most foul'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/R3O8SbWP0ZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/i_2l1vy12G0/s72-c/turkey+no.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-306443392465448558</id><published>2007-12-24T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T16:26:06.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Well the day is almost here again  so I wish to say to you all a Merry Christmas  and season greetings to you all. As yoo can see we here have donned our gay apparel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/R3AimbWP0WI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mBsCFyuNys8/s1600-h/Christmas+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/R3AimbWP0WI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mBsCFyuNys8/s400/Christmas+card.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147652417655918946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the belle is hung from our tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/R3AjbLWP0YI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oyxO2TUSSFA/s1600-h/tree+decorations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/R3AjbLWP0YI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oyxO2TUSSFA/s400/tree+decorations.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147653323894018434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one play safe, well have fun and try to play safe and remember &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; is a Christmas colour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-306443392465448558?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/306443392465448558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=306443392465448558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/306443392465448558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/306443392465448558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='A Merry Christmas'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/R3AimbWP0WI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mBsCFyuNys8/s72-c/Christmas+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-2239521900716331932</id><published>2007-12-19T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T14:15:15.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfections welcome relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/R2lsVrWP0VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K1KxZlRFGIs/s1600-h/proper+place+for+panties..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/R2lsVrWP0VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K1KxZlRFGIs/s400/proper+place+for+panties..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145763168916590930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at best a mistake  in the life. We all are in my opinion.  Some times we were an oops in our parents dreams . Some times we just ducked in time but we are here. When you think of sperm and egg meeting and all the possible ending from then to now we  were more of an oops than sure thing. Different we all are  how talk walk  list . We come i so many shapes and sizes . Yes we follow  a plan two eyes  two legs  hands and body  but not  all look alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can we have ideals of perfection when in our own way we are perfect. Yes I like to see naked women. Yes I like the ones that most have lifted to the pedestal of perfection female form. After seeing ten or fifteen of them it is like looking at a blank page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to see  and be with real women  such as this on in the picture acting silly with her panties on her head, pretty  but far more unique and interesting The picture is from a site and there is a link on my page  you should check it out  give the eyes a little rest from hard bodies and same looks  . The  site which uses everyday women in nudes very refreshing, well I like it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-2239521900716331932?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/2239521900716331932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=2239521900716331932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2239521900716331932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2239521900716331932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/12/perfections-welcome-relief.html' title='Perfections welcome relief'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/R2lsVrWP0VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K1KxZlRFGIs/s72-c/proper+place+for+panties..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-2860764868782465347</id><published>2007-12-14T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T14:33:16.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the role of the Dominant</title><content type='html'>AN interesting blog from little one has spurred me on to write  on my feelings and what I think the role of the Dominant is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the gift  of servitude is a gift and should be relished and coveted like a fine wine. I give very little to the slave where as they give everything to me . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not quite  I tend to think of myself as an instrument of pleasure for the slave rather than they are  one for me. They are the ones that fly  in subspace. They are the ones brought to orgasm by my fingers  paddle or whip. It is mostly their fantasies  or the proper use of them by me that cause the slave pleasure. The side affects are servitude , obedience  and trust. I find the trust is built on well I do my job of torturing them to orgasm in of course the fashion that they have expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is spoken from some one who has been about to keep vanilla life separate from the lifestyle. I tend not to want to know a lot about the slaves vanilla life. I do not like to waste our time dealing with matters that concerns anything but the pleasures of the lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with all that said it is very hard to keep vanilla issues out of  it as they affect  the lifestyle greatly so as the relation grows so does the affect of the vanilla issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-2860764868782465347?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/2860764868782465347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=2860764868782465347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2860764868782465347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2860764868782465347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-role-of-dominant.html' title='What is the role of the Dominant'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1876272086599543271</id><published>2007-12-11T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:25:54.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My rules</title><content type='html'>Well they have been simplified over the years  they are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Inside &lt;br /&gt;you are naked at all unless I tell you to put clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must ask permission to enter or leave any room I am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ask permission to speak  or question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must be clean  and properly coiffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must wear your collar at all times when in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no underwear is permit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clothing you wear must make you easily accessible to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must wear your chain collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple I would say. All offenses are punishable. So simple rules  a simple uniform  I do not ask much do I? Of course eye contact , where you stand and how  what position you have been given for what times are always in effect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1876272086599543271?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1876272086599543271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1876272086599543271&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1876272086599543271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1876272086599543271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-rules.html' title='My rules'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-6339370820153670935</id><published>2007-12-10T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T19:54:35.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uniforms for slaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/R13fVC2mkYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6wbnpVoSi_s/s1600-h/ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/R13fVC2mkYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6wbnpVoSi_s/s400/ass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142511902163112322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a coffee today with an old friend. Subjects came and went  when she said something about how most of the time my slaves are naked. Oh that is so true . I have often thought of uniforms and have made a few drawn a few but really and truly  I just like them naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go they get to wear one of their outfits that they pride themselves in . Bits of fluff  or a corset. Body stockings and all have been worn but when they are home with me or at my friends , bare ass naked is the uniform sometimes with a bit of red on the bare ass just to liven up the outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that slaves should not have the right to any clothes  as all of mine have found out. I enjoy both the female and male forms. I enjoy the embarrassment  that they go through being naked in front of me . How vulnerable it makes them feel how easy it is to use them and being naked allows ridicule  so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO when my slaves are dressed  it is a reward for them. It is a hindrance for me. Removing pants  or a skirt to slap an ass is just not right I prefer to grab hair and slap away. SO for me the best outfit is one they leave in the car before entering  bare ass naked. Oh do be nice and keep the house with out too many drafts and at a decent temperature you want the nipples erect not blue and falling off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-6339370820153670935?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/6339370820153670935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=6339370820153670935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/6339370820153670935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/6339370820153670935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/12/uniforms-for-slaves.html' title='Uniforms for slaves'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/R13fVC2mkYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6wbnpVoSi_s/s72-c/ass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-24132277621473499</id><published>2007-12-05T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:34:27.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Punishments when and why</title><content type='html'>All Dominants punish for one reason or another. some use the idea that the slave has done something wrong to give sessions . Others store up wrongs until they have had enough and then explode into a punishment phase where every thing is scrutinized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I list punishments  and why they are given. I have a punishment stick that is only used in punishments. Punishment time is done at a specific time of the week never with a session. they are done coldly after an explanation as to why the slave is being punished. They are given time to explain their actions if they have good reason the punishment can be lessened. The are not allowed any bondage to help them during the punishment nor are they allowed to touch the punished area until it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the punishment is over they must reflect on it  so corner time is allocated for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do I punish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being late , breaking of my personal rules , rudeness , lack of proper attire, cleanliness and breaking of house  rules or protocols. Mostly not for making the wrong decision but why you made the wrong decision. I never punish a slave in front  of others unless they are part of my stable for offenses against me or my rules. Rudeness to my friends or offenses that are directed towards my friends are punished immediately in front of all to witness if I deem it to be right  for the offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why  simple the slave needs to know there is consequence for actions that I do not approve of. IT is measure as to the offense and the slave knows in advance  so there is no second guessing  or talk on the subject. The slave must give an explanation on why  that holds the key to the severity and quantify of the stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idea of it would be for lateness one stroke per 5 minutes late. I never have a limit as per quantity so if you are an hour late I promise you will not sit easily afterwards. You will think about it all week long till punishment day though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-24132277621473499?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/24132277621473499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=24132277621473499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/24132277621473499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/24132277621473499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/12/punishments-when-and-why.html' title='Punishments when and why'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1646497656043888577</id><published>2007-12-03T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:11:14.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A  life lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First Contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can have a multitude of meanings. Words need the visual  also unless one is Agatha Christie and can drone on long enough that no one can mistake what she is saying. I never negotiate with a slave over the internet and any contracts made with them is done in person  so that I can see the visual and hear the gasps of reaction from them . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never use blogs to tell them anything they have not already discussed with me. More of a reporting of issues and solution at the same time rather than a probing of issues for all to see. SO if I am unhappy  my slaves know  al ong time before  it would ever appear in a blog I demand this of my slaves in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO you will read of situations , play sessions and related items and matters or questions of protocol   perhaps before hand but punishments and disagreements are between my slave and my self and will be settled well before they ever appear here .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I handle communications  on punishment and problems  between Dominant and slave. This is my rule  it is not written down  for all to follow in the lifestyle .  All have different ideas , concepts and protocols so what others do is up to them. All that said  breaking this rule with me though  is rather serious. It breaks a trust and we base everything we do in this lifestyle on trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next punishments when and why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1646497656043888577?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1646497656043888577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1646497656043888577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1646497656043888577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1646497656043888577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-lesson.html' title='A  life lesson'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-287665534631743194</id><published>2007-11-27T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:12:45.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>It is against my nature not to trust. To accept one at their word and not to try to see what they are really like. Yes a Dominant that has the naive idea that every one is honest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was contacted  on Alt by a young women .She said in her country  they do not practice bdsm She offered slavery with only one limit it being that I was the only one to use her. I ask for pictures and when she sent them back the next day  the hairs stood up on my neck.Her face  and two pictures of her nude.  She stated she was from Ghana hmmm.  I must say very cute  nice body  but just something was wrong . I asked her to chat  and did she have a web cam I thought that way I would see if it was her. She could not .I asked for a small tasks to prove the photos were of her. Write the number 3154 on her right ass cheek and take another picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I did not feel she understood what she was getting into I also explained in the email how I use women that wish to be slaves. I asked her to write to me and tell me how she thinks it would feel to be beaten by the paddle in the picture with me. I also asked her how she expected to get from Ghana to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not think that it was a great request to make of a future slave  but she seemed to take offense. I do not know if it was for the  questions , the pictures asked of her  , my picture   or she figured out the paddle would hurt like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who ever the girl is in the photos  may I say  nice body  and if it was you Maud well, perhaps choose a site  for another service  might be better for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-287665534631743194?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/287665534631743194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=287665534631743194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/287665534631743194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/287665534631743194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/11/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-5835147016704156871</id><published>2007-11-15T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T13:43:21.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans for the future</title><content type='html'>It has been four years since heart attacks and operations has sideline some of my activities in the lifestyle. The one thing  that stands out is that during that time I owned  a slave during the Christmas period. This year I feel that  I will not only not have a slave but my involvement in the lifestyle  will wane even more than it has in the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that I have a few more trainings left in me so naked red haired women can apply but I will not start until at least the New year  maybe not until spring. LOL I love naked red haired women braving the last chill of winter brings out  goose bumps all over , no not on me on them silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not until spring  well I have heard rumors that when Doms get old and feels despair at the the loss of others need for them . They are magically transported to an ancient castle that appears on the 19 th of December. There they make toys for the naughty girls and boys. Of course there are naked slaves about to test the toys out on and keep the toy makers happy.  Mine of course will be red heads , hey  this is my fantasy and yes Doms have fantasies too you know.  SO I figure if i get to go  then I  doubt i will be back before January and hopefully not till April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay just my way of using my mind to get through another winter here. Bah humbug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-5835147016704156871?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/5835147016704156871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=5835147016704156871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5835147016704156871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5835147016704156871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/11/plans-for-future.html' title='Plans for the future'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-5745803519058893309</id><published>2007-11-14T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T12:02:08.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernation a strange feeling</title><content type='html'>Strange time it is. There is a rush  and heaviness about it. Gathering of food  having to find a place certainly carrying a lot of baggage that you hope leaves you when you wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is happiness , sadness and fear when you wake. The first  is because you made it through.The second, well  not all that was there is there when you wake. The third  caused by the rush to the next hibernation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have woken fully,  sad at the loss of somethings happy to be here and wanting to enjoy the rush  of living again. Any naked little subs   out there that are  in need of direction drop me a line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes I have months of evil thoughts to work on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-5745803519058893309?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/5745803519058893309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=5745803519058893309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5745803519058893309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5745803519058893309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/11/hibernation-strange-feeling.html' title='Hibernation a strange feeling'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1998555404205200793</id><published>2007-11-06T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:51:24.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of toys</title><content type='html'>I put a lot of importance on the making of toys. I usually only make them for my self and a few friends.  I do not do pretty. How good looking something is is not really important as the is the functionality of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sort of bugs me when some one picks up a toy and flings it around with no concept of what is should do, feel like or how it should be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have friends who i give my toys to and they try it out  examine it  and ask about it. That is great as they will get the maximum out of the toy and give me feedback that I can use to improve the toy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Lash Larue my name for Dominants that are too scared to ask a question . Showing that they might not know something so they blunder through. Now Lash Larue  was a comic book hero who could do everything with his whip. How ever some of us live in reality and know that  what is done in comics is not always possible in real life. So when i see a supposed Dominant grab a whip and start flaying it  without concern as to who is around. Better one that picks up a device and immediately applies it as they think it should be to their sub, just irks me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All this to say  I do not sell toys  for sale I make them for my pleasure for my slaves pleasure and for my Dominant friends who appreciate that I make things to cause pain not be mounted on a wall for viewing pleasure. Now should yo wish a custom crafted piece  and you are willing to devote the time  to talking and explaining what you wish it to do  I know of a few who will make it for you.I can you refer  them to you. The only way you can ask for  something from me is to be my slave. My friends never ask i just do it for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the interest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1998555404205200793?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1998555404205200793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1998555404205200793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1998555404205200793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1998555404205200793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/11/joy-of-toys.html' title='Joy of toys'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1418460439156935197</id><published>2007-11-01T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T14:37:25.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New twist to old game</title><content type='html'>Twister  yes we have all perverted it into naked twister what fun but chatting to an old friend he had come up with a twist to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He uses two spinners. one defines colour of dot and what foot or hand is to be used.The other is for what area of the body of the sub and choice of item to be used on the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many variation of this game are possible  but the one he used is as follows. The sub of course is doing the twisting so one the first spinner is finished and subs are in place the second spinner is twirled. Now for the fun as the Doms must participate they get the item that is need and attempt to strike their sub on the area designated. Should the sub fall or the Dom not able to get to the desired location that team looses and the sub ia removes . I think this would be an excellent team sport for the sub Olympics. Oh if the judges do not believe that the stroke carried enough force then one of two options can be dictated by the judges, have the Dom redo the stroke of have a judge redo the stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this game has merit feel free to use it or any part of it and due let us know the results. A side note this game nor the spinners is available at the toy store you do have to make the extra spinner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1418460439156935197?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1418460439156935197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1418460439156935197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1418460439156935197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1418460439156935197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-twist-to-old-game.html' title='New twist to old game'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1159617354513169682</id><published>2007-10-27T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T14:39:23.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greeting positions</title><content type='html'>They are like protocols for me  they must be learned and adhered to by my slave. A position is used to reflect mood , a silent communication and to display themselves for my pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greeting position I have three one standing,  one kneeling and one laying o the floor. When I enter the domicile they decide which to use. These are used whether with clothes or naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing greeting . Hands by the side palms open toward me, legs open shoulders with apart, head sightly lowered eyes directed at me with a smile. I enjoy this position it reflects a bit of spunk in them along with the idea they happy to see me. I prefer them to be naked but sometimes it is just not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling position .  Knees apart hands on head  eyes directed towards the my shoes a quiet look about them. When the slave needs their Masters attention or knows I am a little upset with them over their behavior of small infractions of my protocols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying on the floor. Spread eagle face down arms outstretched and palms up toward me. Well this means they have really fouled up and know they are going to get a punishment . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must use the positions to show they have thought about the time they have been away from me and assess it before I do. I find it helps out in communications  and right thinking  or decision making when I am not there to do it for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post punishment positions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1159617354513169682?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1159617354513169682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1159617354513169682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1159617354513169682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1159617354513169682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/10/positionsi-use.html' title='Greeting positions'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1220210604437717499</id><published>2007-10-16T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T12:11:19.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;toys are  so important  to us . I make most of mine I like then to be nasty they do not have to look good i&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; am not into fashion . What i need from a toy  is that after it's use the sub is dripping  and the toy is still intact&lt;/span&gt;No to much to ask if a toy does not do this for me it is soon out of the bag and on it's way for recycling or garbage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily  I have the ability to do this many do not  no space no tools no ability. A Chris contacted me and asked to be linked :BDSMBondageToys. I looked over the sight seems to be interesting  I do not know about the quality but the prices seem okay you might want to take a look and leave  a comment  let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i will be back to blogging now about every second day sorry to have been away things that i just has to deal with  you know how they are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1220210604437717499?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='BDSMBondageToys' href='http://www.edenfantasys.com/bondage-and-fetish/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1220210604437717499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1220210604437717499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1220210604437717499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1220210604437717499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/10/toys.html' title='Toys'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-5227900983458309330</id><published>2007-09-29T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T10:52:46.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing</title><content type='html'>I have returned from a Mennonite area a people of simple means and wants. They do something I have not been able to do since I was fifteen. Have trust in faith. Accept a deity or follow instructions blindly because of a god. I am some what jealous of those that can that can though away responsibility for them selves and what they do because  of what a god, never seen, said to do. It must be nice just to follow rules  and not think nor worry how you affect others just as long as you please the god of your choice.Too many have used the excuse I was told to for me to accept this dangerous lack of individual responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago the young lady that named me CLoud was of native American  stock and she gave me a strong sense of individuality and the understanding of cause and effect. A form of the butterfly syndrome.  All things affect all other things. This is to say that I sit here after a few years of not feeling on top of the game anymore with health issues listening to music rather than preaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though listening to the healing music of drum and pipe  of Native Americans  is not curing my aches and ailments it makes my spirit  feel better. Is that not what religion should do? Not cause dislike  for others and invite to war. So for a little while I have peace until I forget how easy it is to lift one's spirits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-5227900983458309330?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/5227900983458309330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=5227900983458309330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5227900983458309330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5227900983458309330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/09/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-7113623567322763010</id><published>2007-09-28T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T13:09:59.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The vunerable ruler</title><content type='html'>We are such beasts of control strength  and leadership. We stand barking orders and inflicting our will on all that submit. Yet should one that submits tell us it is not perfect   we view them in error how dare they think of other things. Yes you are right I have come back from seeing King Lear and I am amazed on how I worry that I am that  character. One that does not use all the recourses to make good decisions. It is simple to say this is my way  or this is how I do it. Those words  I learn from a barman . If they do not like the drink just tell them that is how it is made here and they will not be able to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in the day of slaves bought and sold against their will it might be worth something but in days of consensual agreement  it is a steppingstone to failure in my belief. SO then the Dom is vulnerable  to the critique of others in his position but the one that carries most weight  for me is the slave. So their thoughts on a session or of the lifestyle are paramount to me to see how I should bring them along in a journey. Failure in the realm of missing their expectations looses you a good slave. Communication is so important to me that they can speak their mind at anytime. The only punishment  would come from rudeness , being derogatory  or impolite. The last would be for speaking of things that should be only spoken   between Master and slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so vulnerable when we fail expectations that we some times run for the shelter of I am the Master. We  stop what we think is in error without seeking what the problem is. Like little boys fallen out of favor we dig our toes into the dirt repeating under red faces that we are right  they will see.  Al it would take to bypass the indignation of being human would be  to listen and understand what the sub is saying or doing . After all some times a stern look is too much and other times a beating too little!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-7113623567322763010?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/7113623567322763010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=7113623567322763010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/7113623567322763010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/7113623567322763010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/09/vunerable-ruler.html' title='The vunerable ruler'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-7109262791398448547</id><published>2007-09-24T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T13:06:03.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ownership</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RvfOu0ZKJmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8N_qXrJzSao/s1600-h/180px-BDSM_collar_back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RvfOu0ZKJmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8N_qXrJzSao/s400/180px-BDSM_collar_back.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113783205635958370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ownership what really is it? I usually equate it to how much control I have oven the slave. Do I control all the time  time she has? Is it that I control the way she thinks? Does my control affect her vanilla life? How dependent is she on me or my contact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I have all the time she can give and more. To me this means that even when she functions in her job and her vanilla family life she still is under my control. Such as  she must email me four times a day. she must ask permission to have lunch or meet anyone  that is not family. Any decision that affects my time  she must consult me on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like doormats it is  like toilet paper you  use it because it is there You  rarely look at it nor know how much you really used. I like free thinkers ,  I never punish for thinking or expressing views that are not mine. I usually have a library night to make sure they develop their minds . They must be well read and interesting in conversation  doormats are great for wiping your feet on but not good for the mind so control of the mind does not mean ownership to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my control with affect their vanilla life hopefully for the better. The affect deals more with scheduling. Taking care of their health such as exercising, going to the doctors keeping their bodies and minds in top shape for when I wish to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly ownership comes when they depend more om me then themselves. When they openly trust, when they feel my presence provides all the good things in life  they need then I own them. when i tell them to do something and there is no hesitation as they know no harm will come to them, then I own them. SO I would have to say that when i have the maximum control over a slave  then I own them. For me it has little to do with contracts  or ceremonies it has to do with commitment. I ask them to be my property when I have the commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my penny worth of thought on this subject&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-7109262791398448547?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/7109262791398448547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=7109262791398448547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/7109262791398448547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/7109262791398448547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/09/ownership.html' title='Ownership'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RvfOu0ZKJmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8N_qXrJzSao/s72-c/180px-BDSM_collar_back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-3603649695738916016</id><published>2007-09-18T06:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T06:34:31.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasks , ruless and protocols</title><content type='html'>Yes there is a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasks  are one time things that need not be repeated on a regular bases. A task can be assigned as a punishment. Writing of lines is a punishment task though I never use it unless coupled with a strange way of writing such as placing the pen or pencil in the ass or vagina and have them write their name a few times  rather fun to watch . A task can be to write a story wear a thong backwards for  an hour or go shopping. It can be pleasurable  it is just not some thing that repeats without instruction  from the DOm . It is usually a physical thing making something or going somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules cover off when the Dom is there or not. Every morning you take a shower if you miss your shower because you are running late well you broke a rule. I have a rule on underwear. A slave is not allowed to wear any if they think there is the slightess possibility of seeing me . Slaves are not allowed to be late. Slaves must be naked in their houses when possible those are rules. Rules guide actions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protocols guide interaction. How does a slave address another Dom , when do they. How and when do they greet their Dom. Asking permission to enter or leave the room or presence of their Dom. Protocols covering speech ,parties when we are out and when slave is alone with me. When I have a stable then they have protocols when they are together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give task with deadlines, I have  rules that are set  in place to keep everything as black and white as it can be. Any infraction to the tasks ,the rule  or protocols and  punishments follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes there are rules and protocols governing that also. I of course use punishment tasks for minor infractions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-3603649695738916016?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/3603649695738916016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=3603649695738916016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3603649695738916016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3603649695738916016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/09/tasks-ruless-and-protocols.html' title='Tasks , ruless and protocols'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1787505446501933631</id><published>2007-09-15T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:06:19.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sat in my garden  most of the day relaxing when I was astonish how many questions arose in me about the garden. In the Spring  I have few weeds out , seeds and plants in. The only question is where do I put what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now  the question of what do I keep ? What should be trimmed? How much or little ? Should I remove an entire bed  and re-think the area or grass it over? Should I just leave everything and see what survives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very much like relationships, I have always taken the way of trimming a bit and molding with a lot of just letting it grow. OH course there have been a few stubborn ones that would not respond to the trimming and some I had to rip out and start fresh with. I feel if you remove a few of the most objectionable things and let it grow it takes on it's own shape and character. That is the way I like my gardens and relations a little bit of forming, a little surprise and a lot of growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the big questions when will be the first frost? When will it snow? When should I bring in the indoor plants? Never seems to end  oh when is spring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1787505446501933631?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1787505446501933631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1787505446501933631&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1787505446501933631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1787505446501933631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-sat-in-my-garden-most-of-day-relaxing.html' title=''/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1166836472591725171</id><published>2007-09-12T05:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T06:44:58.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>English or Western</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RufDGgnVPTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cVKhP00f7qI/s1600-h/05_killer_titles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RufDGgnVPTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cVKhP00f7qI/s400/05_killer_titles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109266818876652850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends came back from a work shop talking about canning methods.One being English which was described as wind up and hit with all you have .The western being  one with build up if I can say soft slaps with the cane then a stroke of awareness.  Well I never liked titles and seldom hold to them. I would say that I have used both methods along with many variation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English method I only use for punishment. That is where I do not want the sub to get on top of pain and use it to enjoy themselves. I want them to remember every time they sit or move that they did some thing wrong. And just how painful it is to break rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Western  method I use only well into a play session. The slower smacks of the cane building up to a crescendo of smacks of the same strength and speed as a punishment. The difference the sub has time to get on top of the pain and uses it to further enjoy the session and finally to orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find it fascinating that the English and Americans put their titles of ownership  to a method of chastisement most probably used well before the British stopped dyeing their bodies blue and the Americans were a gleam in the eyes  of there English / European parents. really it is just beating someone's ass with a stick or form of a stick. I know in Africa there was a whip made of rhino hide said to the worse burning pain of any whip but I do not remember  hearing of an African way of whipping. milla help me out here is there an Australian method of caning? Do you have to hop twice   before you hit or does the sub still do the hopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would like to name a method after myself called the Cloud style  which is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HIT the dam ass and watch the sub body language&lt;/span&gt;. Oh and to honour the land where I live and is darker early  each day, called the Darklight style. which is take you sub out on a winter's night with their ass exposed rub their ass with snow wait five to ten minutes and beat their ass. There I feel so good knowing that I have title to methods that some one has done before but now some one will look and say oh he is using the Cloud method. Oh and just in case you think well I will use water instead of snow well that is only a variation so I claim that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I will stop there  but will ask a question has anyone put their name or claimed "walking" for their country? Is there an English walk, or an American waddle, an Australasian hop or Canadian slide? What about running...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1166836472591725171?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1166836472591725171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1166836472591725171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1166836472591725171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1166836472591725171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/09/english-or-western.html' title='English or Western'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RufDGgnVPTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cVKhP00f7qI/s72-c/05_killer_titles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-4717103448939375581</id><published>2007-08-29T05:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T22:57:45.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SImply CLoud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RtlWISunefI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BUiUrHrPHFE/s1600-h/switch.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RtlWISunefI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BUiUrHrPHFE/s400/switch.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105206353067473394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was accused of being untruthful and misleading. Why because I have two profiles on a popular Alternative personnels site. Because I am a switch I have two distinct profiles , two distinct  blogs and emails. I have always said I am a switch as I enjoy both sides but I have lied, this is a switch really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RtlV3yuneeI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ocHh1a-yf9A/s1600-h/switch-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RtlV3yuneeI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ocHh1a-yf9A/s400/switch-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105206069599631842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a function to be in the on or off position it tells the light or device to be on or off nothing more than that. If anything I am not the device that causes the change in function but the end result. A very poor name selection for my kind of life styler, would you not say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RtlVmCunedI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eq1eBhHw5FY/s1600-h/switching.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RtlVmCunedI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eq1eBhHw5FY/s400/switching.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105205764656953810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While dressing up is part of the lifestyle I cannot see myself in this gear though I know of someone really into trains, nor do I have as much worry about switching and that poor man does. I simply do it when the needs arises. My need and that of the people I am with causes the change. When I enter into a relation with someone as a Dom or slave I do so to the extreme as I enjoy extremes. As a Dom I am a protocol Dom love to inflict sweet tortures watching slaves and subs dance with excitement. As a slave I love to be force  to be pushed to extremes of humiliation and pain. SO I fulfill needs. Through out the world as we know it, there are species that will change sexes as needed. That is all I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same persons said I should write as a switch . How ever second line I should change style I would like to see how comprehensive that would be. Any one know any famous switch writers beside the Marquis.  Some call switches as Doms that like pain or slaves that are sadists. I would say to those purists  who cannot accept that I  am both to look around. especially those who believe in a natural oder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone since the beginning of time has been a switch. We take orders we give orders. There are those that tell us what to do and those who do what we tell them to do. Armies are based on it. Countries are based on it. Families are based on it. So why are switches looked upon as the oddity in the lifestyle. Could it be like humanity that 1%  pulls the wool over the 99% eyes. It could be that many switches do not wish to open them selves to comments of " oh undecided" "non purist""he is different" comments. The same type of comments that have flown off of many a dictators lips  Using fear mongering to distort  the reality in to their universe.  Well this one is mine. Yes the one on top of the three, in my eyes the best one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RtlVWiunecI/AAAAAAAAAHk/W-H65b3oMFU/s1600-h/binary_star_diagram_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RtlVWiunecI/AAAAAAAAAHk/W-H65b3oMFU/s400/binary_star_diagram_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105205498368981442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how the first universe with binary stars and the ring looks so much fuller than the other two, hmm hint more is merrier.  So anyone out there can limit themselves to one part of the lifestyle their choice just do not try to tell me I am untruthful because I explore my universe in two ships , do not tell me I am the oddity  I feel I fit the natural order of humanity please we are human are we not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to come up with a new title or name for what I am,? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-4717103448939375581?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/4717103448939375581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=4717103448939375581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4717103448939375581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4717103448939375581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/08/simply-cloud.html' title='SImply CLoud'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RtlWISunefI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BUiUrHrPHFE/s72-c/switch.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-3740643601442326079</id><published>2007-08-24T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:32:02.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting under a tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/Rs-UDCuneXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/x2h84thcwWQ/s1600-h/trree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/Rs-UDCuneXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/x2h84thcwWQ/s400/trree.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102459682826975602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I sat under a tree. I did so without thought as I used to as  a boy. I sat there without great thought. Just bent my knees and sort of fell into place with my back against it. I did not check to see if any animals had left me presents of the squishy kind. Nor did I worry if this tree had been used as a urinal for some dog. The tree never voice objection to the urination why should I. The birds did  not plop the squirrels did not drop their nuts  on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no bells or whistles to answer nor emails to respond to I just sat. The problems of the world were not contemplated nor solved the question of deity  and devils were not debated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ants used me as a bridge. The grass was pricklier than I remembered and the ground damp,  from the rain but I just sat. No thoughts of naked slaves hanging from trees nor sexual service being given. No new tortures thought about. I just sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see even an evil mind such as I, can take time off and enjoy one of the last days of summer, well at least for a few minutes now can we talk about naked slaves hanging from .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-3740643601442326079?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/3740643601442326079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=3740643601442326079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3740643601442326079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3740643601442326079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/08/sitting-under-tree.html' title='Sitting under a tree'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/Rs-UDCuneXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/x2h84thcwWQ/s72-c/trree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-5594054473293318159</id><published>2007-08-23T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T11:06:03.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The ultimate set of rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/Rs2iRCuneWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wgWv3WgWfyk/s1600-h/rules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/Rs2iRCuneWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wgWv3WgWfyk/s400/rules.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101912366554511714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a recent string of emails I have realized how many people in the community are looking for an ABC type of relation. The thread came from a questions on the levels of submission. I was surprised that so many Doms and subs want a relation of such little exploration. They want rules on how to deal with things if x does this y has to do that. I hate to tell you no such book of rules exists in the lifestyle nor every will. Just look at history every time there is a new conquer or ruler there is a new set of rules a new vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely all the fantasies and desires that have driven us to the lifestyle were not so dominated by what others think.  Each person has a concept of what they want, need and are will to provide. So why should I want my slave to conform to the levels of submission do they get a badge ? Is it like scouts? They get the purple tawse badge or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My slaves do  not have to love me they do not have to give all their possessions to me, they do have to follow my rules not Master yahoo fictional rules based on the stories of Gore. When they do not they must face my punishments not those dictated by others  or fictional writers. I will tell you, my past slaves will agree to this that unlike fictional  the reality of my punishments hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most  of us who write  or offer information up  we do so to inform those seeking of possibilities not of finalities.  the best rule , the only rule you should follow  is communicate.  Do not restrict thought  or ideas listen to them and you will grow. So please take what ever I say and anyone else as information , guide lines  for a journey that you are creating It is not mine . Unless of course you are my slave then  well you better like my rules!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-5594054473293318159?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/5594054473293318159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=5594054473293318159&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5594054473293318159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5594054473293318159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/08/ultimate-set-of-rules.html' title='The ultimate set of rules'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/Rs2iRCuneWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wgWv3WgWfyk/s72-c/rules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-20735561370660399</id><published>2007-08-18T07:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T08:05:24.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you serve two masters</title><content type='html'>Why can't I have two Doms? When a sub asks this of me  I think about and old movie,Cool Hand Luke  with Paul Newman.  Paul is a prisoner in the south. He is being punished by having to did a ditch. As he gets close to the specification given him by one of the guards another approaches. He tell Paul that he is getting dirty in his yard and to put it back in the hole. Paul tries to tell him that the yard boss told him to do it but to no avail so he returns the earth to the hole. Just as the hole is almost  filled  the yard boss comes along and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mastering some one brings on many deep emotions ones that may not be seen by the sub or others but it is there well after the slave has moved on.Because of distance or timing  I have had to give up slaves yet I always have worries when I do. Mainly  cause I am no longer there to protect or at least guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling was one she was upset at me when I gave her away to Sir Michael. Had he come from the same training as I perhaps it would have worked. He could give her the things I could not but he could also give her things that I could and being he was there and I here, I felt it was just better to give her journey one direction.  She wanted to have both of us, the comfort of the old Master and the vitality of the New. The lifestyle is an ordered place for me , I do believe at least my early training was based on chivalry honour and the idea that it was a two way street.  Some one served you  you served some one . It was a house based on med evil times. SO there was only one master with other Dominants in the house but he was in charge. In that  house all slaves served their Dom but also were in service and controlled by the Master. This only works it the other Doms can accept the Master's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a days  I find many things have changed. Doms do not want to think that they serve or give homage to some one else. They do not want to think that their slaves do not see them as the ultimate power in the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which way is best  I do not know and will ponder some more and watch how the world unfolds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-20735561370660399?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/20735561370660399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=20735561370660399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/20735561370660399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/20735561370660399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/08/can-you-serve-two-masters.html' title='Can you serve two masters'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-4237942476492482337</id><published>2007-08-15T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T13:59:19.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bordum</title><content type='html'>I hate those days of sitting around. Not that I cannot do something it is that it does not excite me to do it. I was just making a flogger and got board with it. I was going to lay out in the sun  but no sun. Chatting on line well  not during the day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; just a boring day in this Doms life. Ho hum no slave to tease and torment so I gues it is time for a good book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-4237942476492482337?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/4237942476492482337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=4237942476492482337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4237942476492482337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4237942476492482337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/08/bordum.html' title='Bordum'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-3974014625270398201</id><published>2007-08-14T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T10:33:03.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Those that submit to bullies could they be</title><content type='html'>I have often been on the other side of the argument about bulling. I believe it is not up to every one else to stop the bulling it is up to the one bullied. but that will be for another blog I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will relate a story about child hood. I had a friend a very nice guy but he just was shy and best described as  wanting to fit in. He was bullied constantly. Even by his best friend , me or was he just a submissive in the making. My form of bulling with him was not a violent form as others more mental. We started by playing poker then it progressed to strip poker. Then of course when your naked and want your clothes back well you will do almost anything at fourteen. At fourteen you also have a very inquisitive mind evil for short that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob got to sit on tacks, dress in his mother's underwear and was urinated on. His organ was extremely large it was different from the norm so I teased him about it. My first time of penis bondage was with him as I tied it to his ankles and made him waddle around. The best was when I told Roots a friend that was a girl about Bob. After that his bulling took on a new avenue. He was stripped in lane ways, shown off to Root's girlfriends and yes we spanked him an awful lot. Yes I also loss at these games but I would struggle against the bonds or try to get out of what ever I had to do he did not.It came to a point where we dispensed with the poker and just would tell him to do things. He would be reluctant to do so but against two of us he did not last long and ended up naked now having to pay a higher price than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could have not come to play with us he could have said no but never di no matter what was asked of him. Some will say this is not bulling it was a way of exploring sexuality or he desperately wished to belong some where . Well to me sitting here years afterwards I am pondering a few questions   does not a sub wish to belong  to some one are they not exploring  dark sexuality? Are Doms just bullies? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have always had the conviction that there are those that lead and those that follow. Neither are perfect but we use the tools we have to do what we feel is right for us. That said my last question that I am pondering is are not all leaders bullies? Whether you are a team captain, a leader in business , or Prime Minister.  They use what ever tools they have that work for them to push us to their thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have not made up my mind as to whether bulling is just leaders learning what tools to use or maybe a bully wishes to be a dictator and a team captain an elected minister, I do not know but  I did enjoy putting Bobby through hell for my enjoyment. &lt;br /&gt;Was I Domming or bulling or was he just submitting. Oops did I slip another questions in littleone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-3974014625270398201?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/3974014625270398201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=3974014625270398201&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3974014625270398201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3974014625270398201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/08/those-that-submit-to-bullies-could-they.html' title='Those that submit to bullies could they be'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-5736801423317381019</id><published>2007-08-10T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:49:43.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An invitation</title><content type='html'>A sub ask me if I was going to attend this week's activities. I find it taxing at times attending these events for one major reason. They dress the lifestyle  they act  but they do not live it at all.  Oops watch out grand pa is about to rant . No not really .&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RrvnWqYx-CI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wjqKIoDiGbo/s1600-h/leather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RrvnWqYx-CI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wjqKIoDiGbo/s400/leather.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096921779821213730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I enjoy the sight of  of women in their latex and fancy leathers  but that is not my view of the  lifestyle. It is fun and really should just be called a fetish dress up ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most there are dressed to be seen not to participate. After conversation with many oh they have great fantasies  and sex must be wild in their bedrooms. Just not for me  I just enjoy  a naked women serving her Master. I enjoy the trust  she puts in her Master and the care that he gives to see she is cared for and protected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time in my life the vanilla side is pulling me down and I have not the time to enjoy the lifestyle as I once did with minion. Unfortunately that relation has put a damper on many other wanna bees as they do not live up to my demands. SO to take time and sit with those who try to impress visually but have no heart for this style of living , well I just feel it is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends of mine have journey of to a camp where the crack of a whip is not sound &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RrvqYaYx-DI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zpQMDsobKt0/s1600-h/naked_slaves.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RrvqYaYx-DI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zpQMDsobKt0/s400/naked_slaves.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096925108420868146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;effects and the fet-wear carries more of statement of who they are rather than who they pretend to be. More than that slaves will be mostly naked which is a good thing . Perspiration on latex and leather can take away the shine of it. They will come with their whips and crosses and torture devices. Not much in the way of teckno music more the singing of slave sounds and paddles flying. Between all that there will be love and trust  and caring the other part of the lifestyle that few seem to part take in sadly enough .&lt;br /&gt;No a rant merely a quiet statement of why I prefer to sit  and read a book on the structure  of Samurai life rather enduring the conversations  of the wanna bees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-5736801423317381019?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/5736801423317381019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=5736801423317381019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5736801423317381019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5736801423317381019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/08/invatation.html' title='An invitation'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RrvnWqYx-CI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wjqKIoDiGbo/s72-c/leather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-6492217251825194121</id><published>2007-07-30T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:34:48.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A reason for coporral punishment, Paris Hilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/Rq5YvqYx-BI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tepVNH8C1Ic/s1600-h/Spanking-superheros-b_WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/Rq5YvqYx-BI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tepVNH8C1Ic/s400/Spanking-superheros-b_WEB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093105804457932818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen a women or person more deserving of a trip to the wood shed than Paris Hilton. Yes  she spent 23 days lounging around a jail hospital, yes grandpa is not leaving her 60 million dollars oh how sad.  SO sad if she has to make a living as a porn star , I have seen her video and really not worth it far better on the internet for free perhaps in a peep show you ten cents for fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should offer a service to these rich grand fathers to help their grand kids lead good and contributing lives as maids, char persons, toilet cleaners after all the shit they cause they should know how to clean it up. So what do you think a week of boot camp with me for  $15,000.I will provide them with a vocation all the nasty pictures  and videos, rhey will appreciate  pillows, blankets, bathing  and will never want to touch a cold can of beans nor disappoint grand pa again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gand-pa Hilton I feel sorry for you that your name will not be linked to quality and great service so I can offer you a two for one sale and promise that Miss Hilton will acquire a new feeling of respect for the family name  I will just carve the name Hilton on to my paddles I am sure she will get the hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant is over but the offer still stands!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-6492217251825194121?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/6492217251825194121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=6492217251825194121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/6492217251825194121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/6492217251825194121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/07/reason-for-coporral-punishment-paris.html' title='A reason for coporral punishment, Paris Hilton'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/Rq5YvqYx-BI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tepVNH8C1Ic/s72-c/Spanking-superheros-b_WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-742492294499630018</id><published>2007-07-25T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T16:14:01.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another favored postion of mine</title><content type='html'>A simple one , hands tied to ankles spreader bar between the ankles. A bar or rope around the hip area and attached to the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;I like it for it puts all the bits open to you . The rope or bar around the hips keep the legs straight. The spreader bar between the ankles allows view of breast and the red face of the sub. This position is good for flower arrangements, candles and with the use of a butt plug with a hook you can hand all sorts of things. Decorations such as nipple clamps , clothes pegs and weights can be applied to almost any part of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the position is excellent for punishment and play. Versatile, fun and humiliating  for the sub  if you use them as a conversation piece for a party or side table for a few good friends. SO much can be done  and they can hold drinks , plates  floggers and rods. Should the party go quiet introduce a  vibrator and see the fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-742492294499630018?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/742492294499630018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=742492294499630018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/742492294499630018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/742492294499630018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-favored-postion-of-mine.html' title='Another favored postion of mine'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-3943448224979179719</id><published>2007-07-21T12:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T13:37:28.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anal Ring Toss a game or understanding the mysteries of  Uranus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RqI68qYx-AI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ziud_qydQoE/s1600-h/ringtoss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RqI68qYx-AI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ziud_qydQoE/s400/ringtoss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089695342726871042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes little one I might not been writing as often but I am still reading. I am so happy to see that you are developing such an interest in anal play. I thought this game might just be right up your ....,well you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you ae such an anal person sort of speak that I will not only include the picture but where to get it and the rules one must have rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is played over three periods. The first is the standing period the second is the Bent over  and of course the all fours. If over time is needed then the prone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the standing the slave/sub must stand straight up as the tosses are made. In the Bent over  hands are on the knees all fours describes it self and the prone  is the sub/slave lays flat out legs apart  but the rod must be straight up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dominants throw from an agreed on place. Should the Dominant miss it must have been because the sub/slave moved so the sub/slave is punished by the Dom. In the standing period the Dominant must use their hand in the bent over a strap of their choice and the on all fours a paddle and  the prone it is the Dominants choice. It is the option of the Dominant as to remove the rod or not  for the punishment  if they do the rod must have lots of lube applied when replaced after all we must make it a little difficult for the slave/sub to have some fun too. Number  of strokes depends on the number of Dominants playing and the number of rings each throws in a turn. SO five Dominants  throwing 5 rings each turn equals 25 smacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a multitude of variations of this game my favorite is Tease Toss where parts of the anatomy, during the toss , are played with , teased and tortured to increase the level of difficulty for the slave/sub again only to increase the enjoyment level for the slave/sub. Breaks for the Dominants at least 10 minutes between each period to allow them to recovery as to whether the slaves/sub need rest well totally up to the Game Master. The game Master at the end of each period will decide the length of rest  for that Dominants and whether or not the slaves/subs should stay in that position to allow others to play or be allowed to relax or remove the rods for that rest period. The scoring  is defined by the Game Master but rarely can anyone say who the winner is or by how much except maybe the slaves/subs. O another good one if you have multiple rods and slaves/subs is Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find the ring toss game on alt.com. Now go out and have fun and please write back to me and tell me of your variations oops almost forgot all tossed rings remain on the rod till the end of period unless needed by a participating Dominant to complete their turn when does the game end well when the slaves/subs cannot get up from the prone position when else!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-3943448224979179719?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/3943448224979179719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=3943448224979179719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3943448224979179719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3943448224979179719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/07/analring-toss-game.html' title='Anal Ring Toss a game or understanding the mysteries of  Uranus'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RqI68qYx-AI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ziud_qydQoE/s72-c/ringtoss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-4292088464657612480</id><published>2007-07-08T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:59:01.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ebbs and tides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when few events happen in the lifestyle. Public venues were closed to such things except the seediest bars in the dankest part of town. A friend of a friend  of a friend would hint  that if you went after midnight and said esclavin  a door would open for you . That is how the lifestyle  was when I first entered it .  A seedy street you would not choose to walk on in the sunlight. Now a private club was so much better as at least you knew who ran it and you had to be invited no invitation  no entry.  still no a private party . A private party well you new where they lived you knew them. It was a great honor to be invited. House protocols were learned in advance the best leathers you had the best toys were brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people were truly the pioneers in the lifestyle. They open their houses to like minded individuals. They trusted others not for a dollar in profit but from profiting  from friendship and knowledge passed on through friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly we  seem to have forgotten  about the origins  and look to events  and public clubs for our thrills and hopes. I would question some one offering me advice on my session who I had just seen five minutes ago yelling at the coat check girl. Sadly like the song Puff the magic Dragon we have put away the Dragons  of the early part of the lifestyle and replace them with the shinny new bling. Too bad there is still a lot of magic in the old ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-4292088464657612480?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/4292088464657612480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=4292088464657612480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4292088464657612480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4292088464657612480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/07/ebbs-and-tides-there-was-time-when-few.html' title=''/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-9205178588366818615</id><published>2007-07-01T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:25:55.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the Magic all gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RohwL4LTOhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5YCPLU5l75A/s1600-h/garden+garoyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RohwL4LTOhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5YCPLU5l75A/s400/garden+garoyle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082435528848259602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RohwMILTOiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X2_P5IIsjdU/s1600-h/garden+fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RohwMILTOiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X2_P5IIsjdU/s400/garden+fairy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082435533143226914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all things must end and so did the walk about. I did not meet nor found any evidence of dragons tigers or bears. Sadly humanity has taken most of the magic out of this world. Not all hopes were dashed though in the darkest recess I found hope. Two young fairies had watched as all their had been sold they were left behind . Such sadness in them I felt that I was determined to find a home for them.  I had a discussion about the virtues of gargoyles with another person in the garden center it was after that I felt a need to buy them and place them in a garden. I could not see them falling into the hands of some one who did not know the difference between a gargoyle and a devil and a fairy and  a angel. I knew that being with me and the gargoyles was better than that for them. I also knew of a garden where they might  be at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not any garden they would not do well with my gargoyles as gargoyles tend to sit and sleep a lot. No they needed a special place when I murmured under my breath a secret garden I thought I felt their wings flutter just a tad. I placed them on my table for a night of sleep and I am sure that the kitchen was slightly different when I arose. I knew they could not stay inside for much longer. SO this day I went to place them , I knew they would take care of both the secret garden and the  owners for me  and would find others of their species.  As if on a fairy wind my steps quickened and I was pushed along to a friends doorstep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes little one has two new fairies to guard her secret garden and care for the magic of that place. I hope they have found happiness. I like my gargoyles need more rest before I re-enter the magical world  again but soon, I know where the fairies are so if I need help in healing  I know the place to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-9205178588366818615?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/9205178588366818615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=9205178588366818615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/9205178588366818615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/9205178588366818615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-magic-all-gone.html' title='Is the Magic all gone'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RohwL4LTOhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5YCPLU5l75A/s72-c/garden+garoyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-4239765221477836912</id><published>2007-06-09T04:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T05:57:42.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies can't fly they just fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RmpzwWjcgXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9YsTA3roiDk/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RmpzwWjcgXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9YsTA3roiDk/s400/butterfly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073995204711448946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poem written many years by anonymous, a very old and prolific witter through out the ages. The witter speaks from the view of a little girl. In it she describe her young life with her two brothers. One she has named a bear and one a dragon. One for his flatulence and the other for his acid tongue. She feels that they tease her for their pleasure and wants to run away but of course cannot not . So she imagines a world filled only with butterflies, having tea and crumpets and wearing frilly white gowns. The butterfly to her is a wonderful being with out a care, no direction nor rules it just flits around doing what it feels and all is right in the world.. After a few years of growth she finds work as a maid then  starts to realize that life cannot be made up of only white gowns, tea and crumpets that it must and mostly contains dragons and bears along with many other scary things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realization that her fantasy could have never come true, makes her coin the phrase Butterflies can't fly they just fall. Her expectations of life  are dashed as she returns to cleaning a small dark room.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RmpzDmjcgWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ag6CoamQ5bU/s1600-h/dead+butter+flies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RmpzDmjcgWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ag6CoamQ5bU/s400/dead+butter+flies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073994435912302946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many years of trying to understand how butterflies fly I feel that the woman is right. Butterflies are for fantasies and dreams , dragons fly and breathe fire , bears walk and growl. Butterflies  take a while but in the end they just fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off for a short walk about to find out if lions ,tigers and bears do exist so back soon. Perhaps I might even discover dragons that fly and breathe fire, well I can dream too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-4239765221477836912?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/4239765221477836912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=4239765221477836912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4239765221477836912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4239765221477836912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/06/butterflies-cant-fly-they-just-fall.html' title='Butterflies can&apos;t fly they just fall'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RmpzwWjcgXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9YsTA3roiDk/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-8098904372238755261</id><published>2007-06-02T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:03:03.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The ultimate torture</title><content type='html'>Family gathering or should I say tolerating in laws.  First they are in law as you would not really have anything to do with them otherwise. Supposedly intelligent people they rehash the same child hood happenings with the excitement of tell of a brand new tale of epic proportions. Reliving the past is not a highlight for me once it is done yes you can revisit now and the  but do not make it the bases for every conversation and telephone call. do you really think that it is of any interest to anyone but those who were there. God boring,  read please get some interests that does not revolve about things that occurred  what was of little importance back years ago think of the future and stop living in veils of the past. My medical conditions will not be the death of me it will be in laws boring conversation and laugh track which they must carry with them hidden in every one's pockets so they do not laugh out of time with their siblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will never end but this rant will after this offer any one into physiological  torture of subbies let me know I will take them with me to the next family gathering for no one does it better than my in laws.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-8098904372238755261?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/8098904372238755261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=8098904372238755261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8098904372238755261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8098904372238755261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/06/ultimate-torture.html' title='The ultimate torture'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-8243785940182636132</id><published>2007-06-02T06:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T06:37:54.038-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positions of beauty'/><title type='text'>A position</title><content type='html'>A friend describe a position or use for a slave as a flower pot or candle holder to me and I am so interested that I had to share. The slave is placed near a wall on his or her back, head pointing away from the wall but close enough that their bottom is half way up the wall. The arms are out stretched then attached to the ankle that are in turn tied to a spreader bar. This of course give you access to all that they hold special and puts the anus at the top . Which now can be used for cut flowers , a candle  or a carrot or two (just for you little one) the balls or pussy lay open to all sorts of torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend likes to hang a small tray off his slaves scrotum by clamps using it as a beverage holder or a place where She can leave her keys  also making the slave into an excellent accent piece. As for women I could see their pussies being used as an ice dispenser,(though the quality of ice might be suspect a little hot at first)vibrator  holder and of course more carrots just in case a goat or horse should pass by  there would e a snack handy. I could sit here all day thinking of things to be stuffed and things to do with a table like that but the sun dawns and I must make myself ready for the day. I hope this is a happy thought for you all. Just one more thought  the face of the slave would be in excellent position for some relaxing face sitting  you could bring a book and read by candle light!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-8243785940182636132?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/8243785940182636132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=8243785940182636132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8243785940182636132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8243785940182636132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/06/position.html' title='A position'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1529788634972626025</id><published>2007-06-01T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T14:30:19.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The sub mind is the essience  of the lyfestyle</title><content type='html'>I read a short story by little one, she wrote it from a Dominant point of view and did quite well better than most Dominants could. I know she has no nasty bone in her body has always shunned the idea of doming some one yet has captured the wicked part of a Dominant. Zeroing on what the sub wants most to be exposed and fears the most to enjoy the attention given , to force enjoyment from the darkest of fantasies from the sub or slave mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that most subs have a greater understanding of the needs and wants of submission, than do dominants . She also showed somewhat of the expectation of what or how a Dominant should be. I do not know if it would be so easy for a Dom to exchange their perspective and capture the mindset  of submissive so easily. A first attempt by her and I would have to say a hats off to her a very tidy evil mind this way comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1529788634972626025?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1529788634972626025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1529788634972626025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1529788634972626025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1529788634972626025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/06/sub-mind-is-essience-of-lyfestyle.html' title='The sub mind is the essience  of the lyfestyle'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-3341803038784539449</id><published>2007-05-22T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:12:53.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil or wicked</title><content type='html'>I have been told I have an evil mind. I took the test and supposedly I am 98% wicked or evil.What would define me as evil. I think it would not be something I can say or give explanation for best I think to ask the subs and slaves involved. It is their perception of me and it is they that have bestowed the title of evil in reference to my ideas. So only the slave can tell what their perception of what is wicked  or evil. That said of course  I do enjoy the title .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-3341803038784539449?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/3341803038784539449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=3341803038784539449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3341803038784539449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/3341803038784539449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/05/evil-or-wicked.html' title='Evil or wicked'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-5350240700289328764</id><published>2007-05-05T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T11:07:03.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A recuring theme or no do not hit me there</title><content type='html'>Well the young man that so wished for total loss of control seems to have had a change of heart.  It would seem as if another person wishing to live a fantasy found out the reality  of it.  In recent  munch with a Domme (Lady Kate) I witnessed a young man have his words used against him in what must have been frustrating experience. Newbies should take it to heart that it is protection for them that an experienced dominant does this to make sure that they must be exact in their wants and must think before talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man approached me a few weeks ago through  Korina a switch when it comes to women but traditionalist when it is about men . She does not dom men but saw in the young man a great desire and danger  to be totally under control of another. I was suppose to help him find a Domme . His demands were to total release of power. When I chatted with him he was a novice and did not fully understand just what those words meant.  After a few not so nasty chats and listing of rules for him there has be a sudden interruption in dialogs between us. He had this fantasy on how he would come over and be put in a cage at my house live as my dog .I told him if he was giving up control tome then I would decide what would happen from now on.  I did in the chats inform him that he would loose all his body hair no facial hair would be allowed and his hair if I decided to leave any on his head would be styled the way I wanted. He was given a list of when to shower what time to get up at and when and how to pee. He first stumbled at being naked at all times in his apartment as his friends just dropped in on him I said they would get used to him that way. I instructed the boy to put a large breed dog cage in his bed room and that was to be his bed from now on. He was not allowed to touch himself but  on Saturdays he would visit a Domme friend of mine and be milked until he filled up a container or she was satisfied that he was quite emptied. I sent him on his way to purchase a trio of dildos and the cage.  Well for some reason he has not yet chatted or emailed me so I guess he might be a bit overwhelmed I hope he understands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO next time a Dom asks "What are your limits" perhaps some reflection would be better than "I am totally in your power do what you want with me" I have an evil mind so define your choice of words well and express that you are trying to find the closets thing to your fantasy  rather than make your fantasy reality.  I wish you well young man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for more experienced slaves that wish to say that to me well I am always open to being evil and would love to hear from those that truly think they can give of themselves with no limits, no retention of any control. Hmmm yes a very evil mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-5350240700289328764?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/5350240700289328764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=5350240700289328764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5350240700289328764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5350240700289328764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/05/recuring-theme-or-no-do-not-hit-me.html' title='A recuring theme or no do not hit me there'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-306990393344805503</id><published>2007-05-02T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T09:18:45.655-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playful'/><title type='text'>Polar bears and protocols</title><content type='html'>Nice to see Mistress Jade is back to health. As for comments left on my last blog well  CLoud issued no challenges.  As a matter of protocol for a switch if you divide the two personalities,  then what one does or writes in one persona  does not bear on the other. That would be like doing something as a Klingon and having it reflected  or having to account for it  in your SCA  life. Those  remain separate  and so in a switch does the personalities especially that I write  under two different handles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for challenges  the last I issued I believed was setting a record of 103 toothpicks holding the ass cheeks of a slave apart and that was sometime ago.  Now as for me accepting a challenge  well I rarely do as a Dom  it allows the sub or slave to have too much control. They usually set it  so that the punishment for loosing is what they want  or they can gloat over being able to sneak by the dragon  without being burnt  and if they do get burnt well they wanted to play with the fire any way and probably would enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar bears, I have seen a movie bout an Inuit boy that finds  a cub and raises it to adolescence. Quite true  but I might have used the wrong words in that I meant no man walks with or can tame  a fully grown polar bear . Your father and the boy in the film became a surrogate mother for the cub. A feat no less  awesome  as even  a cub can  playfully cause damage. The reason for my choice of a polar bear was that I felt it was a a majestic way to end a life force that would otherwise die a slow death at the hands of modern medicine. I felt that from what I have heard from the Inuit stories about polar bears and seen in Churchill, is that they are fierce hunters  and do not back down from man. In that way I would be assured of a honourable death most probably a very short and violent one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not another human? Well most humans are without honour , they do to keep with their word and fear their own death too much to fight with honour. Those who do have honour in my eyes I call friend . I  would not ask this of them it would put them in harms way of my sword  and of the civil authorities.  The lifestyle has too bad of a name already I would not wish to bring more bad news to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for littleone ,you also know that CLoud is not one that bows to many.  I would not bow to a lion , tiger  or bear doing so would give them an advantage they need not, I might be strange but not a fool . I will  die doing battle with them but so might they. What better a spirit to walk  through  to the next level than with the spirit of a lion , tiger or bear at my side.  So as an my old Master taught only bow if it will be returned. As for dragons well my middle name has a reference to a dragon killer care to guess on that one? your prize will be a nice new handle for that belt your Sir ask ,e to turn into a toy for you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. these are my thoughts long distant plans nothing that will happen tomorrow. So littleone do not worry you will not have to track through the woods and leave flowers at a pile of bear crap in my memory. Of course you prancing naked through the woods with a flower in a certain area  well I might just fight a bear to see that. How many flowers can you put into a sub anyway ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-306990393344805503?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/306990393344805503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=306990393344805503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/306990393344805503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/306990393344805503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/05/polar-bears-and-protocols.html' title='Polar bears and protocols'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-2028275321597447168</id><published>2007-04-30T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:08:28.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar bears</title><content type='html'>A majestic animal, with simple rules  how easy it must be to live like one no moral choices as to whether you should kill no option for these creatures life dictates that needs out way wants  or feelings.  A simple , cruel by our standards maybe, life based  on survival. I had chosen the polar bear  for I have never seen a man tame one and walk with them. They have always fought against man. As I did not want to wait till the animal was in the mood I chose what to me is a natural warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though now,  littleone I will not soon be off to slap a black nose of one. I see we have done enough to destroy it's habitat, I would not want to take one more from the life force of the north I will leave them in peace. I will soon find another animal that my battle will be futile against and let you know later of who I will offer my soul to. Perhaps a dragon should I find one hanging around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-2028275321597447168?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/2028275321597447168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=2028275321597447168&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2028275321597447168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2028275321597447168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/04/polar-bears.html' title='Polar bears'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-5688085056963987476</id><published>2007-04-30T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T14:14:52.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/profile/01500052225655763353" rel="nofollow" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"&gt;littleone&lt;/a&gt;    said...        rather philosophical Cloud...... what's going on?? there is always something going on when You write about this theme......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very close to the same time you and I decided to write  what we needed to for ourselves not for others. I have many times repressed a blog or two for the reason that maybe the ones that stopped by might not like it.  That is a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another would be a story related to me many years ago of a Japanese warrior sitting in the middle of the aftermath of a battle with comrades and enemies  strewn about him , his concentration was not on his wounds but that a lotus blossom had survived the carnage. The question  on that story was  to stimulate thought. Is the warrior trying to escape the horror of the battle (symbolizing his life that life was always a battle but that it was not always a victory)  Wondering whether war or peaceful growth was the right way and of course perhaps he just liked the flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another would be a deep question of honour. One that is complicated by the fast pace life we are thrown into and the demands made upon us when we are young, too young to understand the difference between needs and wants. Decisions, demands  on  personal time or not having enough  of it. Perhaps the increasing lack of rules or at least the lack of adherence to the rules that are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another would be a question as to what honour is? Is there one definition? One last one could be there are many different ways  to be honourable and not just one?  OOps one last one a quest for knowledge or a stimulation to gain access to others thoughts on the matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiple choice is a good thing to start dialog easier to read than an essay but if you wish to leave an essay I will not grade it unless it is poorly written or is boring and to all  slaves that  wish to be graded however remember  I like the use of corporal punishment so just enter the office with your pants down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-5688085056963987476?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/5688085056963987476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=5688085056963987476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5688085056963987476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5688085056963987476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/04/answers.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-8005315616825140585</id><published>2007-04-26T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:22:57.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With honour but whos</title><content type='html'>Many different societies in this world have different views of what honour is, more specifically what an honourable death for a warrior is. Some  such as the Japanese of old believed that ritual suicide was an honourable way to end their life through knife or sword and by ones had.  There was usually a second around so that when the first cut was made the warrior did not have time o cry out in pain the second would finish the warrior by decapitation.  Some very strong willed warriors would stipulate that the second wait for the second and third cuts so the warrior would show to all present what he was made of (excuse the pun)   Most samurai preferred death in battle or duel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Norse and some Germanic tribes believed that a warrior had to die in battle for the most honourable death but as long as they died with weapon in had that was good also. A reason for the weapon in hand was to show the warrior was still fighting or at least still free to carry a weapon .  As the case was to take weapons away from defeated warriors so they could not fight again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules of honour seem to change  by race what would be honourable to a warrior  depends on how they have lived their lives. In Buddhism they are taught you must be a warrior at all times one of the teaching is the way of the warrior  but not the death it is not touched upon.&lt;br /&gt;SO is it better to face a dragon for final battle or have you name in song about the foes you conquered and killed. Is  honour  more in what you did not destroy, the times you did not have to raise weapons, should a warrior say his death was a good one by the battles he did not have to fight. Should a Warrior be remember for the skill of his sword or  how he  saved a butterfly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-8005315616825140585?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/8005315616825140585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=8005315616825140585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8005315616825140585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8005315616825140585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/04/with-honour-but-whos.html' title='With honour but whos'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-4796954908057820793</id><published>2007-04-22T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:44:53.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The saddest thing</title><content type='html'>A young man has contacted me. he wishes to give over control to me of his life, he has in the past tried to do so without success.  he sounds as if he would be a wonderful little dog resting in his cage quietly till called upon to perform. his needs or should I say his wants are along a fantasy line and I fear he knows not what he is asking for. I have offered to guide him but I do not have all the time he thinks he  needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly that in the lifestyle these poor males through everything at you offering time their money, total servitude yet if this had been a girl would I have treated her differently.  I do like torturing men it is fun you have and immediate response when some thing is arousing o them as well as when it scares them. They are embarrassed so easily they so wish to be good yet fail so easily. females tend at least this is my opinion glide through most tasks , they are sough after for their bodies their beauty it would have been more interesting to get the same offer from a female than that little boy . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I have decided to take some control over him make him feel what it is to loose control of his life  and we will see.  What is the saddest thing any sub that  wishes to give control away and cannot find some one to take it from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-4796954908057820793?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/4796954908057820793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=4796954908057820793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4796954908057820793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4796954908057820793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/04/saddest-thing.html' title='The saddest thing'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-5771967744359983363</id><published>2007-04-21T05:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T06:10:34.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple etiquette</title><content type='html'>Do not talk with food in your mouth. I wiash to look at you not the hamburger being crushed between your teeth.  You would think humans would have a a certain standard but we do not . Blowing your nose at the dining table without an excuse me. A rant no  just things that I have noticed in the young submissive.  They seem to want o impress a Dom with their bodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;submission does not come from the body , it is in the mind, the id  you could say some say from the heart . It is not  from the body. It is honestly opening your self up to trusting another the deepest form of trust that one can give.  Simply how fast your hand recoils when in contact with a pin prick and why  and you can see how much trust you need.  A submissive must control that reflex and the fight  or flight  reflex. For that you need strength as a person to overcome the minds response to pain. Yes my slaves must be intelligent and possess inner personal strength. So it would go to figure that you must show some evidence of self control in how you present yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one way I see this is through etiquette for me.  Does not have to be the Queens  but it has to come through that you have some thought on the idea of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-5771967744359983363?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/5771967744359983363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=5771967744359983363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5771967744359983363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/5771967744359983363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/04/simple-etiquette.html' title='Simple etiquette'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-4007163747425714269</id><published>2007-03-27T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:16:24.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Common courtesy</title><content type='html'>I must be getting old now a days I seem to rant more than write.  what is the rant today well simple. I realize there is not book written on the lifestyle as per  rules but common courtesy is easy to apply.  If you walk by some one and they say hello  you tip your hat or reply in like manner. If you are caring on a long conversation with some one you do not simply turn and leave with any acknowledgment. So why is this done on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently communicating with a sub who simply stopper not even  a not interested. I know there are monsters out there and those that I wish not association with but a simple  email saying  Not interested thank you for your time would suffice.  If some one continues to try then a non reply  but lets be civil till the monster starts to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minion always said I should run a boot camp to get subs off on the right foot. Thinking back now the first sessions would be on coutesy. All of my past slaves know that foul language and discourtesy  are pet peeves of mine and dealt with accordingly.  If we all had common courtesy it would be far more pleasant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-4007163747425714269?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/4007163747425714269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=4007163747425714269&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4007163747425714269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4007163747425714269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/03/common-courtesy.html' title='Common courtesy'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1610838569837810519</id><published>2007-03-24T06:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T10:07:58.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Emotions from Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RgUDOdnCZ6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wcb3f5AZWg4/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 110px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RgUDOdnCZ6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wcb3f5AZWg4/s400/sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045442504539924386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Early morning and the sun fights to conquer the night sky. That is what a man would write about a sunrise is it not, my definition anyway. I have always been told that I am distant or cold by women . I do not show emotions well at least to the level that some women need to see in men. Why must we show that to women. I have never heard a women say the reason I went out with him is because he cries well. I do not see gaggles of women on the streets corners looking for weeping men. If they did look with out the veils of Venus in front of them perhaps they would see the emotions of those from Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I do believe in men from Mars and women from Venus, emotions is one of the primary &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RgUC9NnCZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IRL9UAfqBN0/s1600-h/mars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 152px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RgUC9NnCZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IRL9UAfqBN0/s400/mars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045442208187180946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;differences to me. To the horror of the women in my house I watched Rocky Balboa last night . Before they fell asleep or left the room, I had to listen to their smirks on the dialog and the writing of the movie I was&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RgUCbdnCZ3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/HU6T4OUpVR4/s1600-h/venus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 148px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RgUCbdnCZ3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/HU6T4OUpVR4/s400/venus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045441628366595954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; very happy when the last filed out of the room to watch Pride and prejudice a movie I also enjoy but not for the same reasons as they .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky, I identified with, a man who had great success and great failure in his life. Perhaps if those women who ridicule movies of this nature looked deeper into character they might discover a lot more about the emotion of men. We have great emotions they sometimes are a burden that we  not so freely pass on or express well. Perhaps if the women who have trouble understanding their men's emotions they should study this film intensely and not say oh this is stupid but ask why these words are said in this context. If they do they should remember not to look at the man next to them and say but this is not real life. In Pride and Prejudice Mr Darcy so eloquently speaks words that hide his feeling and conceal the good he has done. The words because of their eloquence are gobbled up by those wishing to have gentleman. They do not realize nor delved into the times being portrayed. A man in those times did not speak poorly of the monsters in life he gave them a common courtesy it was expected. Yet his emotions were strong and misunderstood at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice to those from Venus, understand that the planet name is from the God of War and that is what we do, we fight , we fight in our words , our actions and our thoughts. Our emotions are not those of Venus we do not describe a flowers beauty in our poems more we describe it's fight to be beautiful. If you cannot understand it then accept it don't change it politely leave the room as we do when you want to hug a pillow and run through a box of tissues watching a romantic tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those males that have found their female side I have only one explanation in youth they took the wrong shuttle back from earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1610838569837810519?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1610838569837810519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1610838569837810519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1610838569837810519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1610838569837810519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/03/emotions-from-mars.html' title='Emotions from Mars'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RgUDOdnCZ6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wcb3f5AZWg4/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1803616836663012096</id><published>2007-02-28T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:50:48.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punnishments'/><title type='text'>Figging</title><content type='html'>A most delightful name for such a small thing. A piece of ginger root pealed soaked in a bit of water and left in the fridge for use later on. Sounds like the start of a good recipe does it not. a recipe that helps correct behavior.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/ReYDyYj8MUI/AAAAAAAAACc/yB_iOLwFw2w/s1600-h/figging+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/ReYDyYj8MUI/AAAAAAAAACc/yB_iOLwFw2w/s400/figging+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036717397382017346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never met a slave sub or bottom that professes a love of figging. You do here oh I love a good spanking or the clamps produce such  a feeling  yes those I have heard or in a good session please don't stop.  Figging  those are not the statements I seem to remember. More like a statement  that has been quoted in lillteones blog get that m------f---ing out . The pleads and cries are sincere but the dancing that goes on, a wiggle  a jump as they prance all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/ReYEHoj8MWI/AAAAAAAAACs/2P_F4hM5oEU/s1600-h/ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/ReYEHoj8MWI/AAAAAAAAACs/2P_F4hM5oEU/s400/ass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036717762454237538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have used this when subs fidget too much or for a punishment that I can sit back and watch rather than have to participate in. Usually there is a task involve like scrubbing a floor ,oh the wiggle that produces or preparing a meal . So much fun to watch them peel potatoes in that condition. Sometime a good old caning taking my time and refusing to deliver the stroke until the sub remains still for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experimented with bondage  fixing them so tight they cannot move. little one said once how she likes to have her feet free to dance a bit after a stroke from her SIr as it allows her to dissipate the stroke. So locking those ankles together oh what fun I thought one of my leather belt would burst under the pressure of a subs legs trying to open so she could expel the intruder. minion who loved to dom young ladies in this way  would smile as they pleaded for release  only to take it out and reintroduce a fresh piece.  Do not throw out the old piece just let it soak some more and presto back to it's nasty potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/ReYFdIj8MXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ya2C7E6edmw/s1600-h/irunning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/ReYFdIj8MXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ya2C7E6edmw/s400/irunning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036719231333052786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do remember it goes in the anus eh otherwise you just might not catch up to them the second time. A caution to all  Dom/mes that are first time users wash your hands after insertion after all it might cause you some discomfort should you leave the residue on your fingers. LOL a little painful joke for subbies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1803616836663012096?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1803616836663012096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1803616836663012096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1803616836663012096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1803616836663012096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/02/figging.html' title='Figging'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/ReYDyYj8MUI/AAAAAAAAACc/yB_iOLwFw2w/s72-c/figging+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-2111457476897434081</id><published>2007-02-25T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:59:50.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discussion and different views</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;always enjoy comment and expression of points of view. This was on my last blog  please take the time to read the comment fully  as I have only chosen the bits that I would like to further in discussion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in literature, as the most quoted book is Story of O, O is struggling... and going through her tasks because of her love for her Master... nothing else... And love is for you a vanilla emotion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you searabbit  for your comment and I hope you do not mind if I discuss some of it here.&lt;br /&gt;O enter the Chateaux because of here emotions with a man not quite her Master. He paid a debt to Sir Stephen with her. He used her emotions to get what he wanted which was Jacqueline, I believe her name to be.  She did not do it for Sir Stephen as she was not in love with him yet. I do believe that a slave has emotions being raise to a high level that they confuse as love but until they are slaves and have been with their true Master can they say they are in love with their Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO my opinion is that a slave must first be a slave like the story of O and do things because she is a slave not because she is in infatuated or her sexuality is stimulated. Thus the reason I said  I wanted a sub with out emotions or love a true slave along the lines that I believe  in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of your thought love as it is so freely used by every lifestyle for me is a cheapened word it does not hold the respect that I have for a slave that serves because they are a slave so I will leave it in the vanilla situations and its meaning. It is not something that is high on my list  for a slave. For me it would be like judging a work  horse by how full its tail was and not how strong it's legs were  or how straight it's back was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does such  person exist yes  they do  I have met them and they have been my sub but trimming  and vanilla situations have  kept us apart not allowed us to be true Master and slave. If I believed in an after life I would say that our time would come until then I will do my best to find a slave that does fit my needs  and I hers I do love torturing and torments subs brings out the best in me you could say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last bit of your comment about just being a dom I disagree.  A few blogs ago I listed the definition of a slave from the dictionary, i clearly ask for just that it truly is the bases of most fantasies being taken and forced to enjoy what he is willing to give out. That word describing unlimited emotions and feelings, love is not in it until the slave is with her Master for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These of course are my thoughts, needs, wishes and wants I encourage all to think and define their own.  As for you searabbit I have not seen you in a long a time and the munch misses your warm presence . I hope to see your attractive personality and  physical presence soon .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-2111457476897434081?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/2111457476897434081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=2111457476897434081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2111457476897434081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2111457476897434081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/02/discussion-and-different-views.html' title='Discussion and different views'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-4485488497926061388</id><published>2007-02-22T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T15:50:09.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes it is fun to watch but perhaps I am just old</title><content type='html'>The Sunday munch group have decide to put a play party on for March. I am interested and I am not. I am interested because I have never been to Victoria's secret garden.. I enjoy watching other  play  I find you pick up some of the best knowledge  by watching . I enjoy meeting new people and hear their views of the lifestyle. For those reasons I will probably go. I hope it will be new and exciting for me this is where the shoe drops . I have not grown in a while nothing new has come to me sort of in a doldrum&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/Rd4B2P3DAMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q1N5F75fvq0/s1600-h/old+ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 92px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/Rd4B2P3DAMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q1N5F75fvq0/s400/old+ship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034463464928772290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  The sailors fear when the sail caught no wind the ship then did not move just sat there at the mercy of the present current and it there was not one then there you sat. I do not like being with out control. I need the wind to use to drive me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few years I have had a few slaves but they did not last with me either vanilla situations were too much or due to distance were better off with some one closer to home.  Most of those decisions came from me to release them or push them away so they could grow. Unfortunately in doing so I have not grown as a Master , perhaps a better human but not as a Dom .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a web  site that I am putting  my thoughts on the lifestyle and what I consider to be important . I was quite proliferative until while I had slaves but   I have stopped being  so writers block perhaps, or lack of wind to push the sails. When the Roman galleys ran into the doldrums they had their slaves  the row the ships through . I would guess that is what is missing, after all what is a Master without a slave but a man with a whip in his hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-4485488497926061388?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/4485488497926061388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=4485488497926061388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4485488497926061388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4485488497926061388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/02/yes-it-is-fun-to-watch-but-perhaps-i-am.html' title='Yes it is fun to watch but perhaps I am just old'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/Rd4B2P3DAMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q1N5F75fvq0/s72-c/old+ship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1086855534311068411</id><published>2007-02-16T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:14:39.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RdZikMra1mI/AAAAAAAAABs/h0hhuI1CIqg/s1600-h/strange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 159px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RdZikMra1mI/AAAAAAAAABs/h0hhuI1CIqg/s400/strange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032318007651260002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have received a few posts and several emails on my last post. It is funny that the comments  were not on the latest domination techniques, protocols, floggers or paddles. On emotions and worst what I consider to be vanilla emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets explore more. I was asked by a few subs to tell them about myself so that they could get to know the real me. For me this complicates a lifestyle relation. What rules do you apply in what situations? Not only that what if my vanilla life does not fit or allow for my submissive to get to know me.  I am sure that the slaves of old did not get to know their Owners. They did not ask if they cried at the movies or if they were in touch with their feminine side. slaves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; owned , chattel they served who they were told to serve.  I guess that this is the words I have looked for to define the difference between a sub and a slave. subs need emotional ties some one to say that they are needed and tell them they are good . slaves need a Master one that uses them as he needs through their desires but  without the emotions of today more the absence of emotions that human needs. the emotions given to a prized horse or other chattel. I do not think a sub is less just they enjoy a different type of  relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before your emotions get the best of you remember this is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; only do not attack your poor Dominants in the middle of night with tears in your eyes thinking that every dominant in the world is a cold bastard. To show you that I am not so cold heated as I portray myself to be. I believe that if a slave and Master can spend enough time together not strictly in the lifestyle then emotions must develop if only through everyday interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my south African friend the questions you ask me. I do not cry at the movies unless the hero dies a glorious death in the completion of an insurmountable task or gives his life for others. I have eaten Bambi, his mother and father. Yes I did hunt but have decided that freezing my ass off just the chance of eating venison is just not worth it. I totally enjoy how subs react to being humiliated. I love naked women as you can see in my blog. I prefer them in the outdoors and definitely in a submissive pose. I love the game of truth and dare, strip poke comes in second. The most amount of fun I have is to have her do the one thing she hate the most such as have her anus played with or put in a position to expose what she desperately wishes to hid. I total enjoy a women that can be a total slave in the lifestyle and a total human in the vanilla  as long as the two can stay separated. The last question Wolverine it is all about strength , honour and swords. I just like swords &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RdZjNsra1oI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VdkbggUYkQM/s1600-h/volverine+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 66px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RdZjNsra1oI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VdkbggUYkQM/s400/volverine+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032318720615831170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and daggers what can I say oh he is a Canadian did you now that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again this is my opinion and beliefs I would love to hear about yours knowledge it a great resource when it is shared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1086855534311068411?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1086855534311068411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1086855534311068411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1086855534311068411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1086855534311068411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/02/strange.html' title='Strange'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RdZikMra1mI/AAAAAAAAABs/h0hhuI1CIqg/s72-c/strange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-6245337195370325406</id><published>2007-02-14T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T10:47:01.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do all slaves want emotiion from their Doms.</title><content type='html'>First off I am glad to see you made it home okay milla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title  was a comment from milla on my last blog. I would say that most subs have desire for emotion from their Doms. It is that I have do not wish it. I do not want to be part of their vanilla&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RdMt-8ra1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/rRcBRglMaq0/s1600-h/val+slave+master.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 77px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RdMt-8ra1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/rRcBRglMaq0/s400/val+slave+master.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031415768166356562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lives  I have my own vanilla life to lead with all it's complications. I do not wish to take on another's. I like to remain closed and not open myself up. When I negotiate I state this very firmly  and where I have made mistakes is when I try to open myself up. Could be my age  and I am feeling more father like  caring more about well being than their desires. I do know that I have trouble showing any emotion to my family. It is just not in me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Dom seeks only chattel.  If a 24/7 situation would present it self  to me I would only&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RdMt-sra1kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2jfq0E_wzdE/s1600-h/valentine+slave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RdMt-sra1kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2jfq0E_wzdE/s400/valentine+slave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031415763871389250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; accept it under lifestyle rules and that would exclude her vanilla life connections . Not that I would refuse her right to them  just that I would not include myself in them. The only emotion I would need to worry on would be appreciation for being a good slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a statement of what all Doms should be or what all subs should expect. It is a statement to remind myself of my wishes and desires. The other thing it does for me is define more of a difference between sub and slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends will say that I keep emotions buried deep inside others will say that I am just a cold hearted bastard. Well each will have reasons for their thoughts I need not analyze  them merely accept them as their opinions.  As for finding the perfect slave  I am sure their is one out there that has similar desires and since it is my birthday  I will keep wishing for one as I blow out the candles.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RdMt-sra1jI/AAAAAAAAABI/94C3w3d3QKE/s1600-h/valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RdMt-sra1jI/AAAAAAAAABI/94C3w3d3QKE/s400/valentine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031415763871389234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps for the romantics out there, a very happy Valentines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-6245337195370325406?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/6245337195370325406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=6245337195370325406&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/6245337195370325406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/6245337195370325406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/02/do-all-slaves-want-emotiion-from-their.html' title='Do all slaves want emotiion from their Doms.'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RdMt-8ra1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/rRcBRglMaq0/s72-c/val+slave+master.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-4616932874034942155</id><published>2007-02-13T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:49:06.401-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slave training'/><title type='text'>A long time of thought</title><content type='html'>As a dom I have prided myself on being able to decipher the words of a slave.  Communication was an  utmost priority to understand the desires of a slave. I felt that if I did not make the desires come to life then what did they need of me. they could find others more viral and better looking. So what did my slaves get that keep them close to me besides my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I offer is a forum for them to speak in directly to me with nothing taboo. I found such an exchanged of ideas when they know they can speak of anything with me pushed limits quicker and gave better understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave consistency they knew when the play times were how punishment was given out they wre told of rules and if they broke them they would have an opportunity to explain why.  That did not stop the punishment  but some times altered its intensity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During their enslavement they always had a goal to imporve their bodies or their minds or a bit of both. I have always felt that when a slave left me they were better for the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I never offered was emotion. They were slaves they were there to live out their desires and I was there to provide the tool to do so.  Yes they served me to achieve their goals not to be my slave but for them to be a slave .  Keeping my emotions in check allowed  me the coldness that they sought. The error I have made was offering emotions  when I could not deliver on the emotional side. In future, slaves will be used and treated in the manner that helps them reach as close as possible to their desires. However the emotional side will not be offered to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chattel they wish to be chattel they will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-4616932874034942155?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/4616932874034942155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=4616932874034942155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4616932874034942155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4616932874034942155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/02/long-time-of-thought.html' title='A long time of thought'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-2735843316191417563</id><published>2007-01-30T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:42:59.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>relationships , choices and decisions</title><content type='html'>I had thought for a while to stop web sites and blogging, answering questions and starting discussions. why well minion and I tried a second time and all did not go well.we both have vanilla lives dependent upon us being there . We had children and developed relations before we met. Our vanilla lives have reduce our lifestyle into nothing as we realized we  could not give the other the time or complete the needs  of each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of incomparability no it was due to the vanilla commitments and some  inner demons that we both share.  Had this been 30 years ago I would say that minion and I would be growing old together right now be running boot camps for submissives enjoying  the D/s relations we had established. This was just not meant to be or not yet any way . This was a relations not failed just that would not happen in the way we wanted, so it was better not to taste something we cannot enjoy to the level we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would highly recommend that if you are in the lifestyle  marry  the lifestyle not vanilla the more vanilla in  your life the greater chance of your enjoyment of the lifestyle being torn apart  by the need s of the vanilla in your life. It would have been so much easier to be in the lifestyle coping with the demands of the vanilla world then living with the bonds of the vanilla world watching your dreams and desires leave you behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no intentions of leaving the lifestyle nor the vanilla relations. I would like to find a slave with the perfect needs that fit mine and will continue to look for her I would say this to all that struggle now and in the future for me the good times I had in both worlds  was and is worth it , just can be a bit draining have your cake and eating it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-2735843316191417563?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/2735843316191417563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=2735843316191417563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2735843316191417563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/2735843316191417563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/01/relationships-choices-and-decisions.html' title='relationships , choices and decisions'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-715740957576846832</id><published>2007-01-26T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:14:11.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positions of beauty'/><title type='text'>A most submissive position</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RbqmuvNFMVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SQMwfpWLiZ0/s1600-h/Keeley_Hazell1+submissive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 380px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RbqmuvNFMVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SQMwfpWLiZ0/s400/Keeley_Hazell1+submissive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024511656160735570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy finding positions of ladies in distress this on I found to be excellent for a slave it hides everything yet she is naked. If she moves well then all will be exposed  what a catch 22 naked but covered. Perhaps a squirt of water would relieve the quandary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-715740957576846832?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/715740957576846832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=715740957576846832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/715740957576846832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/715740957576846832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/01/most-submissive-position.html' title='A most submissive position'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RbqmuvNFMVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SQMwfpWLiZ0/s72-c/Keeley_Hazell1+submissive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-8137609219871849026</id><published>2007-01-18T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T15:39:04.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slave</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;slave&lt;/b&gt;   (slāv)  &lt;a title="Click for guide to symbols." onclick="ahdpop();return false;" href="http://cache.lexico.com/help/ahd4/pronkey.html" class="pronkey"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--BOF_HEAD--&gt;&lt;!--EOF_HEAD--&gt; n.   &lt;!--BOF_DEF--&gt; &lt;ol type="1"&gt;&lt;li&gt;One bound in servitude as the property of a person or household.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One who is abjectly subservient to a specified person or influence: &lt;i&gt;"I was still the slave of education and prejudice"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Edward Gibbon).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One who works extremely hard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A machine or component controlled by another machine or component.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;The word and its definition seems so simple it is so sweet.  To me when it is used it means only one thing some one or some thing controls that which is called slave. It is under this very simple form that I have always searched . Subs  are too complicated with what can be do and what they will do. Their limits change because of their desires  and  they tend to try to influence judgment , did I say tend.  They do  influence judgment.  A favorite saying I heard many years ago  was from a young lady who consider herself a slut  and would please anyone for her Master until some one she did not have a taste for, turned to her master and said "this is a hard limit"  then she found herself to be ill and had to leave the party.  As the couple walked down the walkway you would hear her berating her husband/dom for even thinking she would service that guy. That was some one under control of another was it not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottoms I can understand the most they are out to satisfy their needs through a fantasy that they have conceived they tend to write them so all goes along a certain way. When it is over well bring back the P's and Q's of the vanilla world and do not ask for a coffee in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I understand them don't really want them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No slaves are easy they do what they are told  they exist to please maybe not with their hearts but for the love of duty and that their fantasy of no control and no option fits their needs 100%. That is what I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting the different names that there are for slave in the world.  Have fun and pick out your favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;slave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="homno"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[sleiv]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pg"&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt; a person who works for a master to whom he belongs&lt;br /&gt;Example: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;In the nineteenth century many Africans were sold as slaves in the United States.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="50%"&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="3"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Arabic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;عَبْد&lt;span id="artrans"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Chinese (Simplified):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;奴隶&lt;span id="zhtrans"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Chinese (Traditional):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;奴隸&lt;span id="twtrans"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Czech:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;otrok, -yně&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Danish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;slave&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Dutch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;slaaf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Estonian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;ori&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Finnish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;orja&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;French:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;esclave&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;German:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;der Sklave, die Sklavin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Greek:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;σκλάβος,δούλος&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Hungarian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;rabszolga&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Icelandic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;þræll&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Indonesian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;budak&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Italian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;schiavo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="50%"&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="3"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Japanese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;奴隷&lt;span id="jatrans"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Korean:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;노예&lt;span id="kotrans"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Latvian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;vergs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Lithuanian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;vergas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Norwegian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;slave, trell&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Polish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;niewolnik&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Portuguese (Brazil):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;escravo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Portuguese (Portugal):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;escravo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Romanian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;sclav&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Russian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;раб, невольник&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Slovak:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;otrok, -kyňa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Slovenian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;suženj&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Spanish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;esclavo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Swedish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;slav, träl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Turkish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;köle&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="right"&gt;&lt;span id="trans_note"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="me"&gt;slave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="homno"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[sleiv]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pg"&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a person who works very hard for someone else&lt;br /&gt;Example: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;He has a slave who types his letters and organizes his life for him.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="50%"&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="3"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Arabic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;كادِح، شَخْص يَعْمَل عن غَيْرِه عملا شاقّا&lt;span id="artrans"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Chinese (Simplified):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;苦工&lt;span id="zhtrans"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Chinese (Traditional):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;苦工&lt;span id="twtrans"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Czech:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;otrok&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Danish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;slave&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Dutch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;slaaf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Estonian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;ori&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Finnish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;orja&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;French:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;esclave&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;German:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;der Sklave, die Sklavin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Greek:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;υποτακτικός&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Hungarian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;"rabszolga"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Icelandic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;vinnuþræll&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Indonesian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;pekerja keras&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Italian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;schiavo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="50%"&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="3"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Japanese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;献身的に働く人&lt;span id="jatrans"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Korean:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;(남을 위해) 뼈빠지게 일하는 사람&lt;span id="kotrans"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Latvian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;vergs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Lithuanian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;vergas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Norwegian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;arbeidsslave&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Polish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;najemnik, niewolnik&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Portuguese (Brazil):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;escravo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Portuguese (Portugal):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;escravo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Romanian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;sclav&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Russian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;раб&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Slovak:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;otrok&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Slovenian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;suženj&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Spanish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;esclavo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Swedish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;slav&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="lang"&gt;Turkish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;köle gibi çalışan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-8137609219871849026?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/8137609219871849026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=8137609219871849026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8137609219871849026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/8137609219871849026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/01/slave.html' title='slave'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1371579273728621223</id><published>2007-01-18T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T07:58:45.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection</title><content type='html'>I have been on an &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in forced&lt;/span&gt; vacation from the lifestyle and have had time to ponder a few things. The first is time as many know I am retired and should have all sorts of free time. I do to it would seem that I have just switched to being detail oriented to fill my time up and I do not mean in a good way. I mean nit picking such as forks turned a certain way when they are put away or towels folded  in a certain &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;manner&lt;/span&gt;. I like things to be tidy but not to this level and when living with adult offspring they tend to retain many of their bad habits. This was not me  ask my close friends and they will tell you I go with the flow  i am not anal except when playing with a slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for sessions since my sub needs some time to herself I realize how much planning went into sessions. I used to bring my toys and have a vague idea of what I wanted to cover that session. Now  all of a sudden I no longer have a point form of what I wanted to do by a point by point description of what had to be accomplished in the session.   SO where did all the fun go  well down the toilet I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have been swept up in the expectations of what I think others feel I should do.  That is not good fora Dom is it? What am I going to do well first get back to being me . A Little wild , a  whole lot less structured. And of course  a serious dose of attitude. I will get back to my standards and just leave them alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1371579273728621223?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1371579273728621223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1371579273728621223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1371579273728621223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1371579273728621223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/01/reflection.html' title='reflection'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-7683242627677248374</id><published>2007-01-16T04:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T05:27:04.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So close yet so far away</title><content type='html'>I wonder  I have noticed on the websites that lend themselves to the lifestyle and getting together,  the people that you want to meet or chat with always seem to be  in another city or province. The ones &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;who's&lt;/span&gt; definitions and words match yours the perfect slave or sub always seems to live so far away. The one in the same situation as you &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beliefs&lt;/span&gt; seems to speak another language. I wonder is the same for those of you &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; do not live in Montreal .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I been in a chat room and  start having very interesting conversation when i find out they live in Australia or South Africa. Is this a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Murphy's&lt;/span&gt; law of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bdsm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I have been away for a while of chat rooms and for no better reason than not being able to sleep I went on and started to chat  only to find out  the geographical &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; I had. Looking in my friends folder  It seemed as if all that I spoke to lived in &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt; or South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that the lifestyle only exists here and those other two places? I guess that from past experience   these people reflect the same thinking I have on the subject, definitions , &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;beliefs&lt;/span&gt; , ideas  and what they expect from one another. I do not &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fathom&lt;/span&gt; how or why this is  but I am wondering if I should not be working on my air miles more. After all finding a female Australian slave in Montreal not high on the chance list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two questions. Those not from Australia  or South Africa do you ever go into chat rooms  or is that for Australians and South Africans only? How much is a one way ticket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A country that has kangaroos, crocodiles, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;platypus&lt;/span&gt; and  spiders that can kill well if the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;submissives&lt;/span&gt; are as extreme as that they rival the wildlife  then it sounds like a great place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-7683242627677248374?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/7683242627677248374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=7683242627677248374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/7683242627677248374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/7683242627677248374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-close-yet-so-far-away.html' title='So close yet so far away'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-718671272660024811</id><published>2007-01-13T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:15:15.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No time</title><content type='html'>Events of the past week have taken their toll on my free time .  So many new postings from &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;littleone&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt; millagirl&lt;/span&gt;,  melody and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lucy&lt;/span&gt; I feel as if the world has jumped  ahead and left me behind. I am helping a friend out  with some house repairs unfortunately I do not work as long nor as fast as I  once did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of newbies  that I have been helping out in the lifestyle have advanced their efforts I have not had the chance to answer  their emails  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;minion&lt;/span&gt; is not a hundred percent yet after her car accident. On a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; note we have &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;started&lt;/span&gt; on a website that hopefully will expound on our &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;beliefs&lt;/span&gt; and way of lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your emails sorry to have worried some of you I will make sure to post more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-718671272660024811?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/718671272660024811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=718671272660024811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/718671272660024811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/718671272660024811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-time.html' title='No time'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-1744722469781789646</id><published>2006-12-29T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T00:22:59.393-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>No turkey on Christmas night</title><content type='html'>Twas the day of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;and all through the house not a sign of a turkey,  not even a grouse&lt;br /&gt;not a leg or a breast not a neck a thigh or a wing&lt;br /&gt;Where to heck was this thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a platter to my chagrin What was the matter?&lt;br /&gt;It was covered in meat balls, gravy, potatoes to get fatter&lt;br /&gt;No stuffing or cranberry  sauce nothing but batter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring rolls and veggies, Sheppard's pie  and  dreaded green beans&lt;br /&gt;Asparagus ,bread rolls and turnip,  things obscene&lt;br /&gt;I rose to my feet to see what was the matter&lt;br /&gt;I must have looked like the Mad Hatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No turkey in the fridge no turkey in the oven&lt;br /&gt;this must of been the work of a nasty nasty coven&lt;br /&gt;So there I sat sad little old me&lt;br /&gt;Then a thought hmmm it could have been that tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Christmas tree that Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;yes it had it in for me&lt;br /&gt;From the day I purchase thee&lt;br /&gt;you have had it out for me&lt;br /&gt;but could it have been the tree&lt;br /&gt;oh me. oh my  I think I want to cry&lt;br /&gt;No turkey, no stuffing, no meat pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ponder the day  I ponder the night&lt;br /&gt;and just when Christmas would soon be out of sight&lt;br /&gt;I hear a voice come out of the light&lt;br /&gt;How was my first  Christmas  dinner tonight&lt;br /&gt;and that made it alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Nick is an elf with a sleigh and a grey grey beard&lt;br /&gt;A twinkle in his eye he is not to be feared&lt;br /&gt;Nor is one so dear trying to make her wish so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my turkey I will not lie&lt;br /&gt;but what my daughter has given me&lt;br /&gt;has at times made me angry , cross and wry&lt;br /&gt;Today, today she brought a smile to my soul and a tear to my eye&lt;br /&gt;all grown up she is no longer five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditions are kept but not written in stone&lt;br /&gt;Changes are good they do not break bones&lt;br /&gt;The turkey and I are not alone&lt;br /&gt;we both do live  to write our poems  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A Merry Christmas to all and all goodnight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;family, friends and turkeys did delight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;and yes that makes it all just right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-1744722469781789646?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/1744722469781789646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=1744722469781789646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1744722469781789646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/1744722469781789646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-turkey-on-christmas-night.html' title='No turkey on Christmas night'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-4062903206450302023</id><published>2006-12-28T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T21:27:00.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping a simple experience</title><content type='html'>It is supposed to be a simple &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; is it not.   You choose something you give money or plastic. The purchase is bagged  you exchange pleasantries and leave.  First  I should have known the night would not go right from the start as it would mean that I would have my wife alone with me for more than 5 minutes this holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be as my daughter rushed in the door saying the bus never came so we had to drive her to work in the opposite direction of my shopping trek. Half way to her work and stuck in traffic she called her work to advise them and they said it was quiet and to stay home. So off through the traffic back to the shopping center we drove. AN hour and a half to go to a center &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; takes us fifteen minutes max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now of course everyone is hungry  so we ate no we cannot just grab a burger no a full meal. Then to the shopping mall. I was &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;astonished&lt;/span&gt;  I found what I wanted in two minutes. I was at the cash ready to pay when the clerk said that is the french one  and then told me there is no &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; it is the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;West Island&lt;/span&gt; and we are sold out unlike &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Anjou&lt;/span&gt; that has only &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; ones. A pause here in thinking have been in retail  would you not make a switch or &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;transfer&lt;/span&gt; some or perhaps your buyer might think about geographical locations. Back to the story of my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed I said I will go to Sears and see if they have the phones that I wanted. After complains about boot being too hot or muscle cramps from those I was shopping with  I found the phones on sale wow. No clerk in sight. I went to the next department only to be told that the discount was only available at the electronics section . after waiting for a harassed individual  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Scan&lt;/span&gt; the item and low and behold  the wrong price. So I said  well you owe me an extra ten percent off. He said Sears does not do that . I said it is provincial law it does not matter what Sears wants it is a law. I ask to speak to the store manger, he is not in tonight  when the next one , there is no one sir. At this time I started to chuckle  SO there is not a person in the store that is responsible, yes sir that is correct. What is your store manager's name , I do not know Sir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well murder is still a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chargeable&lt;/span&gt; offence so I left the store and came home for a coffee and a quiet night when I arrived both my son' s decided to have friends over.  I ran for my den the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tranquil&lt;/span&gt; state of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;medieval&lt;/span&gt; babes and somber lighting when I sat down my chair fell over as on of the wheels had fallen off  and had not been replaced by my son, and the shower overflowed and water leaked &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; my son's bedroom. Yep that was my simple shopping tour for a friend's gift &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I am going out alone to do tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off course if I &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt; in things I could blame this  all on that &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree but of course there is no such thing as tree gremlins is there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-4062903206450302023?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/4062903206450302023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=4062903206450302023&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4062903206450302023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4062903206450302023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2006/12/shopping-simple-experience.html' title='Shopping a simple experience'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-4284836389980083607</id><published>2006-12-16T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T07:32:51.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positions of beauty'/><title type='text'>So what is embarassing to a slave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RYPnBQ6uFSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ByXKCuaOAFc/s1600-h/KELLY-SET2-035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RYPnBQ6uFSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ByXKCuaOAFc/s400/KELLY-SET2-035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009101219473265954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How naked can a slave be . Well lets see  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with out clothes is &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; naked but not for a slave . &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is just &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; business suit. They almost become accustom to wearing it. that they feel almost dressed and do enjoy  the attention paid to their naked flesh. SO how do you get a slave naked  show the areas that are so private no one sees unless they show you . Opening of their mouths for inspection is one , the vagina is another  but for most it is that dark area  that &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;icky&lt;/span&gt; spot that is only seen by &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tissue&lt;/span&gt; . The area that they cannot see so they never know how clean or what it looks like. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Most&lt;/span&gt; hate the idea of it being touched or entered but to have it displayed  opened for all to see how well they keep themselves that is &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; .  More then it being exposed is &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they have to stand there hold their ass cheeks apart for all to see until their Dom decides  it is enough. In this position they never see the faces of those that look  the never see the expressions on the onlookers faces  they only see the light of the flash as they must hold perfectly still. How embarassing to have to strat to open up pulling at those stubborn cheeks until they open to the Masters desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-4284836389980083607?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/4284836389980083607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=4284836389980083607&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4284836389980083607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/4284836389980083607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-what-is-embarassing-to-slave.html' title='So what is embarassing to a slave'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RYPnBQ6uFSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ByXKCuaOAFc/s72-c/KELLY-SET2-035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-6837599482650123899</id><published>2006-12-14T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:29:16.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protocols'/><title type='text'>Ownership</title><content type='html'>I have never  gone by title  such as Dom, Top  or Master my name has always been &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CLoud&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I felt&lt;/span&gt; that was enough for me and any sub or slave that did not think so would shortly after a session with me as to what I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titles I have always felt  cannot be taken but must be &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bestowed&lt;/span&gt; on a person. Such as knight hood the Queen decides not the one becoming the knight. They can choose to refuse or accept. I was  given the name of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CLoud&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Darklight&lt;/span&gt; because of the early day s  I played in a club called the Green Door. My nick name was Cloud and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Darklight&lt;/span&gt; came from the area of the club that I like to play in There was reason for the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have been asked to accept the title of Master by a slave that I now  own. I have accepted the use of the name before but only in private and only by one , minion. minion felt the need to leave me for a while as I could not meet all her needs at the time. she  has offer herself to me once again giving me total ownership of her body mind and soul.  There is nothing I relish more than property . she is that  my property and so proclaimed that she  be known as minion  of  Cloud. she has asked of me to announce that she is now my property and so I do this now for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heavy&lt;/span&gt; responsibility for me and great deal of trust on her part as she will be put to the test by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud Darklight Master of minion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12548522-6837599482650123899?l=daklightvision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/feeds/6837599482650123899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12548522&amp;postID=6837599482650123899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/6837599482650123899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12548522/posts/default/6837599482650123899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daklightvision.blogspot.com/2006/12/ownership.html' title='Ownership'/><author><name>CLoud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02615821259213867362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/SOAXUiOLFXI/AAAAAAAAALI/1csU9qptMk4/S220/Reaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12548522.post-4938009639058402097</id><published>2006-12-14T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:26:51.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the tree has life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RYNZJg6uFRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/U3O-X1pN9hQ/s1600-h/snow_page_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 241px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0SrPhmpGTpo/RYNZJg6uFRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/U3O-X1pN9hQ/s400/snow_page_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008945230556042514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I first stumble on Mr. Christmas Tree when out looking for presents, His girth was that of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; most important elf that I know of and almost had a twinkle in his pinecone. The other trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; have thinness about them like they had spent most of their time eating wisely and working out. Mr Christmas Tree looked as if he had dined on many a squirrel and their nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I decided that if he were still there I would offer him the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; position.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Low and behold he was still there almost sporting a grin and a spirit of Puck was in the air around him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Off into my trunk which must of displeased him a bit, not being offer the front seat at least. I learnt of his displeasure when I removed him and tried to close the trunk. The latch would not catch I swear his tiny needles on his outstretched branches fouled the locking mechanism. Causing me to spend the next hour trying to fix the lock. But of course this is a dead tree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just for information sake if you are decapitated, you are suppose to be conscious for 20 seconds and I truly think it is much longer for trees. Once out he resembled more of a bush than a Christmas tree. So much so, that I had to take the doors off to get him in. I do believe that like the puffer fish&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;he inflated some sort of bladder for once the doors were off he seemed so much smaller. I had an inkling this tree had life and will of its own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No further incidence occurred until I decorated the tree. Finishing off the last touches and filling the water container to full I sat back and admired my handy work. There was just something not right , it did not quite look like a Christmas tree. I said out loud it just did not look right and then decided to worry about it in the morning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Morning came quickly at 2 am with a crash, bang and splash of water. Then I realized I was calling this tree a man, it was obliviously offended. So much so that it meddled with the trunk latch because of it’s displeasure of the sitting arrangement. It tried to show that it was not a tree because of my remark about it not being a tree. And when it was finally dressed up I did not bestow great compliments on it so it threw itself to the floor in frustration. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A light went on, what does any Dom do with a naughty submissive? Well I got the rope and tied it up so it could not move, I twisted it and turned it roughly, examining every square inch of it’s naked pine needle for the best exposure. When satisfied I tied it into position. Such knots and coursing of ropes had not been seen before in the restraining of a tree. I pierced its trunk and bound its branches. I hooked ornaments in the most tender of places and wrapped burning lights to its body. The last indignation was a star that I force the point into the branch at top. This time I stood back and admired my work my little tree stood tall and straight. It looked bright and gleaming, it was my Christmas Tree.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well that is my story of the little Christmas tree funny as I turn out the light I thought I could here a sigh of contentment from the tree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just like a sub treat them nicely and they will do everything they can to bug you. 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