Black As My Soul

Begging, and What to Say

I just had someone hit my site looking for answers on what to say within the context of BDSM and begging.

Or, that's the way it seemed, tracing back to the Google page that referenced my site.

I'm not going to pretend to be an expert. That is as individual as you and your top or your master.

Some might like a ritualized script. This could be something you determine before scening (Is that a verb?), or your might learn via trial and error (based on results) over the course of many scenes.

Are you really verbal? Do you prefer your actions to communicate for you?

Posture and kneeling can work. Submissive modes of speech might work. Downward cast eyes might work.

However, moving from the speculative and to the personal and anecdotal, for me it has everything to do with facial expressions, such as proper pouts, and tone of voice. I personally go for the kind of bratty behavior, so the pout works a lot for me.

But, you know, it's gotta feel right for you. It's gotta feel right in context.

Do your thing.

"I see the *want to* in your eyes..." ~Conway Twitty #

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Sleepless Night

It was the bitter brew, black as night, that caused the problem. Of this I am certain.

I lay awake, not drowsy, not anxious, but very aware of the wind outside of the house. The rushed hush was soothing in its way. My mind and my mind's eye raced, as they are wont to do, but in the dark and the quiet they are unfettered.

With my eyes closed, at one point I swear I saw eyes looking back at me from the black.

Was I being observed? Was I looking into myself?

I don't know.

Yeah. I'm listening to Men Without Hats. I eat that shit up. #

Working for the weekend... 4 more hours tonight. #

Aye. Now the Sun comes out. But she'll be gone again before I'm released from my cube. #

The best design tool does not come in a box and is not available for purchase. You already own it. You always have. #

Another perfectly good Saturday shot to hell with work. Am drinking about it, now. #

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Lurk. Lurk. Lurk... #

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Because I've Had Crows on the Brain

I wish I could remember where I found this illustration. I love it.

The Raven. She is a trickster.

20:21 Going outside to pick strawberries. Flower says I should put on pants. #

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14:15 Jeebus. I think I just slept 12 hours. #

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12:13 Second job has provided some financial security. I am glad for that. The income has been critical more often than not. #

12:14 The intent was that it was going to be supplemental income, to pay off old debt. #

12:15 It has cost me a great deal of time away from family and friends. It has made me more tired. It has significantly increased my annual taxes. #

22:39 Sorry about all of the job-related belly-aching. I'll Man up, now. I took the job for several reasons, some goals are still unmet. #

00:14 Hoping to lower my body temperature with rum. #

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09:19 Back at work. Didn't I just do this? *groggy* #

19:17 Working the second job, tonight. We're supposed to get storms. Should be interesting. #

20:36 Mixed bag today: Testing a preview release of software = fun. Finding out my second job is interfering with a national holiday = angers me. #

22:21 Second job is making me tired and cranky. Thinking seriously about letting it go. #

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10:01 Good moring, @remittancegirl! Good morning, all! #

23:05 It was a dark and stormy night... Or, rather, it is. #

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