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I’ve got some tabs to close in my browser, so here’s a “things to share” hodge-podge for you lot!

I missed My Bottom Smarts Sunday Brunch this weekend because I didn’t actually get online enough to answer the excellent question:

It’s been said that clothes make the man (or woman). Do you or you partner dress for a spanking? Or do you perhaps adapt the spanking to your mode of dress? Does wearing certain clothes affect your spanking experiences? If so, how?

Papa Otter really introduced me to dressing for “sex.” (By which I mean spanking, role-play, and everything that generally follows, for us!) Oh, sure, I’d enjoyed playing dress-up role-play in the past, and I was in no way loathe to wear whatever my partner wanted to see me in, but “sex” generally happened in the buff.

With Papa Otter at first I was really confused because we never had naked sex. I was in my schoolgirl uniform, or a spandex catsuit, or equestrienne garb, but us enjoying some spanky-bot-bot and rumpy-pumpy was almost never done au naturale. It made me wonder if he didn’t like my body, or something.

Fast-forward to now. He’s utterly corrupted me! Naked spanking and sex is very rare for us – and even if he is willing, I’ll generally be the person to say, “Oh … shouldn’t I go put something on…?” *

Well – I’m the one who is not naked. He is usually naked or just in a pair of shorts. I get this from a practical viewpoint (i.e., that he is one of those people who is always warm, and he’s doing lots of physical labour, so wearing a tweed suit every time we play might be impractical. Also, when it’s time for things to go into places, he’s ready to put them there) but … darn it, I’d really like him to wear outfits for me more often!

So, I’m registering my complaint now! I’d like to see my Papa Otter in *his* riding clothes (OMG, boots!) or period clothing (Victorian, Elizabethan, whatever, I’ll role with it!) or the finest in headmaster fashions (just the occasional tweed is all I ask!) … or just even a nice suit, with one of those pairs of very sexy men’s dress shoes he owns. (I’m not a foot/shoe fetishist. But expensive men’s footwear makes my brain go melty. If I’m going to lick someone’s boots, give me some bespoke hand-made dress shoes from Jermyn Street, thankyouverymuch!)

As for the spanking that occurs spontaneously, when one is already dressed … well, those obviously are adapted as needed. “Necessity is the mother of invention,” and all. But so far we haven’t found an outfit I couldn’t be spanked in. Although the one time he caned me over a bustle, I did end up collapsing in laughter because it made such a terrible noise, but hurt not a bit! (The skirts and bustle were lifted soon thereafter!)

*For those ladies who might not get it and are wanting a purely practical explanation: I feel cold most of the time. This means that I’m almost never cold going into a scene, now. My poor cold feet have white schoolgirl socks on! Me being cold had actually gotten in the way of scenes, in the past. Also, being clothed means that one can keep one’s bra on for bouncy activities like being in “cowgirl” position. I was always having to cross my arm under my chest, because my tits bouncing all over the place is actually painful to me. (Not good painful – just distracting and annoying painful.) Now I can have them supported, and have both hands free … for stuff…!

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Also, Kaya has always written well about sex, but she just keeps getting better….

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And Kaelah has written a wonderful article about her first punishment.

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(The spankosphere has had some brilliant articles recently, but many of them are now sufficiently “old” by ‘net standards that I’m embarrassed to bring them up! I should get over that and just highlight the articles I’ve enjoyed over the past weeks/months!)

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This is a goooood week to be reading the kinky blogs, whether you’re a spanko or BDSM-player — even better if you’re both, like me!

On the Master/slave side of things, Kaya has put up what may be her bestest post to date (this is not easy — she’s so good, it’s hard for her to top herself. Errr, yes, in both meanings of “top!”) about the “reality” of modern Master/slave relationships.

[Slavery is] an illusion that only works because the two people involved believe in it enough to make it their own personal “reality”.

Nobody is really a slave, bound and held in the same manners that real-life slaves are. Nobody is owned. Nobody is property.

It’s mindgames and headfucks and brainwashing- and it works because we make it work. Because we’re dedicated to making it work and because we put equal effort into making it “real” for us. I am a slave, he is my owner and that’s how we live. That’s our reality, our day to day life and it’s how we choose to live.

But it isn’t real. None of y’all are. Stand in a police station one time and tell an officer that you’re an owned slave and your owner won’t let you leave. Face it, the only people believing in your “reality”, is the pair of you….

As Kaya so colourfully puts it, that observation “that went over like a fart in church.” Wander over to her blog to read the ensuing drama!

Over at Ye Olde Spanking Writers, the deeply intelligent and attractive Haron (me, be flirting with her? Why, um, yes, actually!) considers:

I’m not going to make anyone feel better if I say that, without taking on and processing different kinds of violence visited by one human being on another throughout history, we would be bereft of any settings for role-play. The stuff we feed on, from Roman slaves, via Victorian maids, to nearly modern schoolchildren, is in its core quite appalling.

How much of it you then make it yours, whether you decide to play with certain aspects of it at all, is then a sensitive individual choice….

(Of course, Haron’s not the only one doing awesome posts on the Spanking Writers this week. Abel put up this really amusing post yesterday!)

Meanwhile — because theory is all well in it’s way, but really, we’re all just here for the hot pr0n, right? — Adele Haze and Pandora have been getting up to no good, which is all to the good of us viewers, if not Pandora’s and Adele’s bottoms! I can’t wait for Roué to release the film!

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Yet again, Kaya’s brave-hearted openness leads the way for me. (This post in particular.) I’ve got stuff to write about, and I didn’t know how to write it. But now I do – thank you Kaya!!!

My Master and I are human – our relationship is not always perfect (although I do think we have an unusually good one. That, of course, being the reason he asked me to marry him.) I never want to write about our problems because I can’t bear to discuss his imperfections in a public forum (especially one that his friends read.) However, this is most-ways resolved by me just waiting to write about the problem until after it is fixed – any problems I perceive in him tend to be me exaggerating small meaningless things because I’m freaking out about something. Every time we have had miscommunications or disagreements, this proves to be true. He is more than willing to reach out to me, to meet me halfway or all the way. I just have to learn how to relax and accept both what he offers, but also that he cannot give me everything.

Our sex life hasn’t been great recently. Like Kaya’s Master, mine has slipped into “caring so deeply about me that he isn’t as mean and cruel as he was before.” (Yes, that’s technical terminology!) I’ve missed it. Terribly. I miss him making me be his slave, not just me being good for all the right reasons (i.e. — because I love and adore and worship him.)

To be quite objective: he is totally in the right. He has been care-taking me while I was sick. We’ve had travel with family, and house-projects, and art projects, and social obligations … and those have required us to step away from happy-sex-time and get stuff done – and it works best if I am able to function as a more independent person.

And also – it makes me feel so horrible that I’ve even had complaints in mind when I look at what the reality of our relationship changes truly entail. The fact is, we’ve changed and grown closer, more deeply in love, more truly along the path to becoming “man and wife” as we will be made next May. We’ve bonded so profoundly, and the dynamic between us is so fun, so vibrant. We are not just growing as lovers, but as friends and partners (in the sense of creating art together, or doing other projects.) When I look at him, I feel such affection that sometimes it seems my heart can’t hold it all, and I’ll burst into a million pieces. And of course I am glad that this is 100% reciprocated, that he feels exactly the same way.

But I don’t want it to get in the way of our Master/slave dynamic. So, I guess, I want to have my cake and eat it too – I want the comfort of our love as equal passions, but at the same time, I crave the inequality that doesn’t seem to allow that comfort. I long to hear again the cold edge in his voice when he disciplines me, the aloof punisher – the distance from him being so far above me, the slave on the ground.

When we first started being Master and slave, he gave me two books to read. They were tests, I think, to see if we were compatible. The first was The Course of Honour in which a lowly slave-girl and a Roman land-owner (who happens to end up as Emperor) fall in love. In it, society imposes caste differences upon them – she is first chattel, and then a freed-slave who is his subject. They are never social equals. But they love each other as equals, and even though he always holds the power of life-or-death over her, he treats her with the deepest respect and … honour.

The second book is River God: A Novel of Ancient Egypt. In this book, slave and eunuch Taita belongs to Queen Lostris. He is first the property of her father and her personal attendant, and then her own possession after he is gifted to her. He worships the ground she walks on, and she loves him as a friend and mentor. When she tries to do him the favour of setting her free, he begs her publicly to burn the emancipation, because he wouldn’t be able to spend his life serving her if he was a freed man. He spends the rest of his life as her loyal and loving slave, and she his devoted mistress.

I think I passed my Master’s tests (evidence suggests it, at least!) When I read the books, I felt pangs upon my heart-strings at the exact same places that play upon his own heart and soul. The books mean more to us than just shared reading experiences. They are links in the chain of our relationship, the chain from the collar (that is around my neck no matter whether I wear a physical collar or not) that is held tightly in his grasp.

Because of those shared referents, I have largely been able to stifle any passing concerns about whether I was “slave enough” in the kinkier-than-thou contests that happen in both real-life and online leather communities. When other slaves write about their relationships, I don’t have to compare them to my own. I have the relationships between Caenis and Vespasian, and Taita and Lostris to hold as my role models – knowing that those are the models that my Master set for us. And, for day-to-day life, it suits us both right down to the ground.

But it doesn’t fulfil all my fantasies. I almost never have romantic day-dreams while I hold the vibrator to my clit – they are tales of violence and abasement. In my own fantasies, while I make myself come, I never get to come. I am used by cruel rulers, depraved thugs, manipulative uncles or brothers, sadistic headmasters – they all use me for their own pleasure, and often take steps to ensure that I get no pleasure at all from their sexual use of me. The only fantasy figure who is remotely kind to me is Daddy, and even he has been known to plot and scheme to get me into a compromising position!

Last weekend, my Master and I had our worst-ever … um, thing. We don’t actually fight, so you can’t call it that. “Period of disharmony” comes closest, but doesn’t sound as hurtful as it is. Neither of us can stand them – it breaks our hearts when we’re in them, and we both work to get them over as soon as possible. (Actually, to be entirely honest, I tend to hold on to my pain and hurt feelings for longer. But when I do break down and release, I hope I make up for it with my eager desire to patch and repair with kisses and sweet words and even [to be quite painfully honest] a certain amount of shameless grovelling.) Anyway, it was bad, and it lasted two painfully long days, and I am so glad it’s over, and we’ve talked it all through.

We’re still in a space of uncertainty. (Errr, or at least I am – he may be feeling quite settled and resolved, and have intricate plans for my future subjugation and torment!) But I do know that we are resolved to both do our best to meet each other’s needs. In that way, we are equals. And that equality is, I think, something that is needed for a real-life relationship. Some fantasies are best left to keep in fantasy-land. I can think I want him to just take what he wants from me, without care for my needs and desires. But I want him to take from me those things I want him to take from me, and if he doesn’t, I will be upset and unsatisfied. What’s the point of a relationship that leaves you unsatisfied?

Well, it’s a moot point for us, because we will work together on it – and no, it won’t be just like fantasies, we do both need to be equals in that way. But I’ve come away from all the hurting and the thinking and then the resolution and the talking and rebuilding of trust and love even stronger than before with a feeling of … I don’t know, maybe “calm reassurance”…? Something like that. Oh, maybe it’s what they call, “trust.” I trust that he will do everything in his power to make me happy, and that kind of sets me free to let my needs go, and say, “Oh, yes, that need, it will be taken care of,” and “Oh, that fantasy will be played out in the fullness of time,” and “Oh, he’ll try that thing with me and maybe he’ll love it and want to do it again to me all the time, and maybe he won’t and that will really be okay.”

I know other “periods of disharmony” are waiting ‘round the bend in the future. But today I feel that we can deal with them, that I have learned enough about how to trust, how to really truly “let go and trust,” that things will be okay. It’s a good feeling. He keeps telling me that there are great scenes ahead of us in the years that we’re going to share with each other. Now I can finally let go of the worries and believe him.

And isn’t that part of being submissive? Letting go of control. Yes, maybe I am starting to learn how to do that not just in a scene, but in real life.

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