kajira, kajira, kajira.
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Posted:Jul 8, 2023 7:39 pm
Last Updated:Jul 9, 2023 3:34 pm 2246 Views
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The love of kajira, a bond so strong, A passion that lasts forever long. Her heart beats true, her soul aflame, Her love for her Master, never tame.
She kneels before him, her head bowed low, Her love for him, a constant flow. Her body bound in rope and chain, Her love for him, a sweet refrain.
For in her submission, she finds release, And in her love, her heart finds peace. Her Master's touch, a gentle breeze, His love for her, a love that frees.
So let us learn from the love of kajira, And embrace the beauty of love's sweet era. For in the end, it's love that wins, And in our hearts, our spirit begins.
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To rise above the trials we face,
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Posted:Jul 8, 2023 6:12 am
Last Updated:Jul 9, 2023 3:33 pm 2099 Views
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To rise above the trials we face, And find our way to a better place. So let us hold these virtues dear, And let them guide us, year by year. For honor, courage, and strength we need, To live our lives with purpose and heed.
To stand up for what we believe, And never falter or deceive. With strength to carry us through, We face each day, bold and true.
With honor as our guiding light, We strive to do what's good and right. To hold ourselves to a higher standard, And lead by example, strong and candid. With courage in our hearts and minds, We face the challenges of all kinds.
Honor, courage, and strength we seek, To face the trials that make us weak. To stand up tall and face our fears, And wipe away our doubts and tears.
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The kajira
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Posted:Mar 5, 2021 8:04 pm
Last Updated:Jul 9, 2023 3:35 pm 3563 Views
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Kiss her, lick her, taste her. Pin her, restrain her, hold her down. Touch her, bite her, feel her. Make her so wet she could drown. Tease her, torture her, make her beg. She’s yours, do as you please. Place your hand around her throat and put her on her knees.
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Iron Sky
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Posted:Mar 4, 2021 5:32 pm
Last Updated:Jul 9, 2023 3:36 pm 3651 Views
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We are proud individuals living on the city But the flames couldn't go much higher We find gods and religions paint us with salvation But no one No nobody Can give you the power
Oh, that's life Left dripping down the walls Of a dream that cannot breathe In this harsh reality Mass confusion spoon fed the blind Serves now define our cold society
From which we'll rise over love Over hate From this iron sky That's fast becoming our minds Over fear and into freedom
To those who can hear , I say, do not despair The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed The bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress The hate of men will pass, and dictators die And the power they took from the people will return to the people And so long as men die, liberty will never perish Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men Machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful To make this life a wonderful adventure Let us use that power! Let us all unite!
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Powerful Women and Magical Vaginas
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Posted:Feb 24, 2021 2:13 am
Last Updated:Jul 9, 2023 3:37 pm 4547 Views
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Despite the conversion of Finland to Christianity following the Crusades (1095-1271), pagan beliefs about nature spirits, forest Gods and magic persisted amongst the stubborn Finns for a long time – some of which survives even into the 21st century. In their joys and sorrows, people trusted the skills of their wise elders, and in most cases it was an older women who held the knowledge of old stories, myths and mysteries.
The customs and myths referred to here were written down in the 19th century, but had existed in oral tradition for centuries. In the older days magic was called väki, meaning both “folk” and “power”. The väki of a bear or the väki of death were seen as some of the strongest, but one to challenge them was the väki of a woman. This power was both respected and feared. Women were seen to be symbols of fertility, they could give and make milk, bleed without dying.
Unlike men’s genitals, women's were hidden away where no one to see - this made the bodies of women even more mysterious. This secretive part of women was seen to have more power than anything else – vittu in Finnish, a vagina (also ‘fuck’ or ‘cunt’ in more modern Finnish). Only the vagina of a respected older woman, who had given birth, could be called vittu - it was a powerful name you had to earn.
The väki of the vittu could be used to cast many different kinds of spells, but most commonly it was used for protection. One example of the power of vittu is the protection it offers from the forest beasts. In order to keep her cattle safe on the fields, the matron of the family would stand on the field with her lower body naked. When she bend over with her vittu facing the forest the beasts would run away from power much stronger than them. This is why it was also safe to go berry picking with older women – even the bear would stay away and bow down to the power of vittu out of respect, although in väki they were equals.
Other forms of protection spells existed as well. Harakointi (haara = crotch in Finnish) was one of the most common ways of using the power – the magic was cast with a naked vittu, to expose the source of power. These spells were usually related to the things women were traditionally considered to be in charge of – the home, and cattle.
For instance, a woman could step over her before a trip away from home, with her vittu exposed, to protect him on the upcoming journey. Another form of harakointi was performed after wintertime, once the cattle was released back to the summer fields. The matron of the house would stand astride on top of the door where the cattle would run to freedom.
The woman’s väki could also be used for evil – a woman could march with her vittu exposed through her neighbour’s hunting traps to cause their hunting luck to disappear. Mostly, the evil done with woman’s väki was related to chores and things thought to be men’s responsibility – it wasn’t acceptable to ruin these things with female energy.
It was also possible to flash a bare vittu to the lady next door, if a fight between two parties was getting tense. This was sure to rouse eternal hate, though. Since flashing your vagina publicly wasn't thought to be appropriate, it was replaced with related expressions, such as Haista vittu! literally translated ‘smell the vittu’ but used as ‘fuck you’.
It was often discussed how the vittu could be used – for some crops the woman’s väki was seen to be too strong, for some plants using its power increased their growth. During full moon it was prohibited to use the power of vittu because it would then be too strong – horses would go wild and faces would be covered with acne. (Noidankoto, 2010) The väki was meant to be used carefully. Although older women were respected in their communities, for young women and especially virgins the situation was very different. Women in fertile age were seen as dangerous, especially during their periods, and they were isolated from the community to their families during this time.
The Finnish people believed they were living in between of two worlds, and a vagina was seen to be a path to the supernatural world. This belief was deepened by the myth of Jesus’ human birth through Maria’s vagina, since a many old folk beliefs combined elements from Christianity.
Women were seen to be connected to the after world because of their body. Especially during menstruation it was thought that this path was directly open even for the dead to use – menstruating made the woman’s väki active, sensitive and it feared it could even be used unintentionally.
So the väki of women wasn’t always seen as a good thing. Humans were seen as containers – man was intact, while women were seen as broken because of their periods and childbirth. Woman “was broken from the crotch, the devil himself made a bloody wound with his axe.”
Vittu was thought to be so powerful that it could even enchant men if they happened to see one outside of the married bed. They would become desperate for love, and the woman only could release him from this spell. Unfortunately, it happened sometimes that lustful men would start to imagine they had been bewitched and thus try to break the spell by force, against the woman’s will. These acts were seen to be justified, since the men told they had no control over the situation and couldn’t resist the witchcraft. (Noidankoto, 2010) The narrative sounds sadly familiar even after times have changed.
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Good questions outrank easy answers.
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Posted:Feb 22, 2021 12:10 am
Last Updated:Jul 9, 2023 3:38 pm 3668 Views
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Sometimes, I think our lifestyle has become the victim of a gamer mentality, where people just to download a cheat sheet or step by step walk-through. Many newcomers yearn to "learn the rules" of the lifestyle as quickly as possible, so they can get right to "winning the game." These are relationships, people. Real BDSM relationships, involving real people with real feelings, living really complicated lives. If this was easy, everyone would be doing it. Stop looking for shortcuts and easy answers.
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Succumb to your Master
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Posted:Feb 21, 2021 5:21 pm
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2021 5:22 pm 4016 Views
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I have never wrote about the topic of being a sadistic Master. Of course there are a lot of facets in sadism and a lot of factors you have to . I believe all Masters are least a tiny little bit sadists. So lets dig deeper into the topic.
To tie up a slave and then using her for My pleasure makes happy and of course a sadist. Twisting the slave nipples, taking the slave by her sensitive delights, using wax over her body and a lot of other practices which inflicts pain to the slave. So why do I like this? I have to admit: I do not know. I was born with it. Nothing less to do about the pain inflicted but more about the reaction of the slave and the meaning behind being My mercy. The slave is totally exposed to Me and has to trust me fully. This is a great sign of power and trust over another human being. But of course it satisfies my desire to dominate inferiors.
Furthermore it is a sign which demonstrates the hierarchy! Inflicting pain to the slave shows clearly who decides over the slave-body and that it is also used to entertain the Master. From the side of the slave it is a sign of trust and submissiveness towards the Master.
Being a (responsible) sadistic Master does not mean you beat the hell of the slave! That is pure brutality and has nothing to do with passion, affection and guidance. Being a sadistic Master means enjoy seeing the slave suffer for your entertainment through "caring" about the slave! Caring that you do not overstep boundaries. When I enjoy the body of a slave and I see her suffer for Me, I also see something very special. I see/feel indirect happiness in My slave. Not happiness because she has to suffer but happiness because she can bring joy to her Master. There is this special feeling - this special vibe - this special in My slaves eyes when she see's that I enjoy her suffering. One must do torture to the object of one's desire; when it surrenders, the pleasure is greater.
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Slaves Young and Fair
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Posted:Feb 19, 2021 7:20 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 6:18 am 3706 Views
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Listen a tale of love, Which an grey captive wove. Great delight and solace Me Found in My captivity, As I told what toils beset Aucassin and Nicolette; And the dolour undergone, And the deeds of prowess done By a Lord of noble race, For a slave fair of face.
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slave to My rhythm
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Posted:Feb 18, 2021 3:21 pm
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2021 3:45 pm 3789 Views
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I'm forever having girls batting they want serve but its obvious their not seriously committed with the tripe that dribbles from their mouths. So allow wenches, gold diggers sometime and leave Me alone if you can not aspire too the basics.
I expect from the beginning nothing less than humility, desire, gratitude and pleasantness. The submissive should know that My pleasure is her own pleasure with respect and grace. Obviously for a serious subservient kajira, slave this is natural.
Of course I will not accept any foul or aggressive language from your lips unless of course you have My permission to do so. Gratitude comes from expression of thank you upon serving My needs be it sexual, domestic or verbal, with basic form of attitude you shall find My appreciation with punishment has compensation for not maintaining the basic form of approach.
The intimate connection will be the vessel of your mind and will. Remember your tears will always belong to Me because this is how you become to find your liberty.
You must show maturity with the instructions or rituals set upon you from the heart, spirit, body, soul and mind, your emotions are My only concerns. Your conduct in this manner I can assure you will be undeniably recognized for nothing less is worth you bothering Me.
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Longing for his dominance
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Posted:Feb 16, 2021 1:52 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 6:18 am 4441 Views
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My desire back then was to feel the pain when he puts clamps on my body, or use the cane. I longed for him to push me so far that I beg for his mercy; that he has to wipe my tears. His hard touch, for him to hold me, to control me was what I wanted. I wanted to be his , his slut, and I wanted to be his forever. To submit to him always.
Then of course came the point where we had to more or less pause our D/s, and the pause took the better part of four years.
This past weekend our life changed once more, as the last of our moved out. It opens up a whole new life for us. Where we are slowly dipping in some dominance and submission again — last weekend he said that he thinks it’s time I wear my butt plug again — we will now not have to limit it to the moments she wasn’t home, as the entire house is now our own. I have heard Master T mention to put hooks in the beams on the attic (my photo studio) and bound me there so he can flog or whip me. The thought of that sends delicious shivers down my spine.
My longing is still for all the things I wanted in 2015, and maybe even a bit more.
Where I long for so many sexy things, I also need other things. Some years ago, a colleague (five years my senior) said the day would come where a parent is ready for their to leave the house; to fly out on their own. Back then I thought she was crazy. How could she say that. Didn’t she love her ?
Now I know this has nothing to do with love. Of course she loves her as much as I love mine, but there definitely comes a time when you are ready. I think it has to do with the difference in pace of life. The youngsters all still have a frenzied energy that can be very tiring. I like to have some moments of peace and quiet every day, but our youngest could talk as much in fifteen minutes as others do in an hour. She’s always full of energy and that really is a joy, but sometimes I feel the panic in my head because I long for silence. It takes all my willpower not to be nasty about it then.
I need to have an easy pace of life. Whether it’s with my day job or with my blog work, or just crocheting or watching television. I am done with the frenzies I once went through, and will gladly leave that to a younger generation.
A strong feeling of need As May stated, the dictionary describes longing as follows: “… a strong feeling of need or desire for someone or something.”
Above I said I am still longing for the same things I wanted back in 2015, but I am in a place in my life where I even want those things to be in a more relaxed pace than it was before. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to submit half-heartedly, but I don’t want the pressure of ‘we have to’ to be driving us anymore. My strong feeling of need is to do it our way. Master T and I are deeply tuned in to each other, and I sense he feels the same.
We have had our days of frenzy when we started our D/s relationship. We had our times with others, and we had our very low times. I hope we will have fun with others again. I just want it to be different. Back when we still went on play dates, so many times I felt let down when it took too long from one date to the other, or when the other party/parties didn’t keep in contact. I don’t want that anymore.
My current deep desire is to build our D/s again; to build it to something that makes both me and Master T happy. I want to submit to him, to hand over control to him, because seriously, after so many years ‘in charge’ because of his health, I am more than ready to hand control back again. I know it’s going to be difficult to let go, as I still watch over him every minute of the day, even though that’s not necessary anymore. The point is, I want to let go. I need him to take control again.
The sooner, the better.
I’m ready.
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