Travels and trials in my journey

Good morning, fellow kinksters,

     I hope this fine Friyay morning finds everyone safe and happy. This morning marks the beginning of my 6 day ‘slog’ until my next day off. You gotta love retails work hours! Not so much that I dread it, but it is not much fun most times.

     I could just quit, but then there would be too much time to fill and I’m just not good at literally laying around and not doing anything. 
    Notice there that I said I could…that’s the free will portion. We all have that. We could all just quit and become vagabond drifters, if we decided to. That marvelous little part of us that gives us the ability and drive to do things. Yes, that’s free will.

    We are fortunate to live in a place where we can make up our own minds as to what we want and what we do. With that comes the powerful responsibility of owning what we do. The bottom line is that there is no one to blame when things go south other than ourselves. Why? Be cause we put ourselves in that position.

    This lifestyle, dare I say more so than with our vanilla counterparts, forces us to own our decisions. Sometimes, God forbid, there is real damage done to another person. None of us wants that. A little bruising is one thing, but straight out abuse disguised as kink is downright wrong, in my opinion. There are the wannabes that do not really care about their charges. That’s free will.

    Another free will is the one where the abused gets out of that situation. We cant make them make the healthy choice. We can only encourage them to use their free will.

Max

Hey!

    After yesterday’s feeling guitar solo challenge, I wanted to explore the other realm. Sheer, badass, fast guitar (or whatever) playing. 
    I selected this one from a band I have long admired and am becoming more and more fond of. The incredible musicianship displayed all throughout this song is simply stunning, in my humble opinion. 
    It is rather long, but stay with it and be rewarded with what I think is one of the best guitar solos ever recorded.

   With that, I present to you…Under a Glass Moon by Dream Theater with the solo by Mr John Petrucci.

Max 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEKTNtmKZEw

Good morning, fellow kinksters,

    I hope this fine (and cold) morning finds you all well and happy.

    Today is my programmed day off after the physical strain of dealing with our freight truck yesterday. It’s my one day that I can count on not having to work. Normally, I schedule my appointments and any other things for this day. It sometimes gives me the chance to drive for a while and think, so I really do like having that time.

    While up and fixing my coffee, the phone rings and it’s the doctors office. She’s sick and my appointment is canceled today. I was really looking forward to my drive. Sigh…

    Well, so now it’s on to plan B. I’ve got some things to do for my own little business. And while I do love it, I wish I had the time to just sit. All my hopes dashed.

Max

Good morning, fellow kinksters,

    We all have different kinks and wants and desires. It’s what makes us human. The wide ranging thing called free will (maybe a blog on that in the future) makes us all distinctly different and unique. Call it what you will, it’s still a beautiful thing.

    While getting ready for work this morning, I had a song running through my head. When I got to the guitar solo, my heart melted. I could feel the solo. It’s long been a favorite of mine, but today the solo hit me right in the feels. That got me thinking about other songs and down the rabbit hole I went with it. 
    Kinks are not universal. They’re all different. Music….now THAT is universal. Every one of us has a song or three or twenty that really does it for us. Genre doesn’t matter. If that’s what works for you, then dang it, crank that thing up!

    I’ll post another blog about your favorite guitar shred tomorrow. Might want to think about that one as well!

  My challenge to you is to post the entire song containing your very favorite guitar (keyboard, xylophone, whatever) solo that makes your soul melt. Something with feeling in it.

    Without further ado, my heart wrenching guitar solo song….A Man I’ll Never Be by Boston

Sadly…I tried to copy and paste the link in here and it wouldn’t let me do it…dammit!

Good morning, fellow kinksters,

     Another day has found me still on this side of the dirt (a phrase I often use) and facing another day. I don’t know how many in here work retail, but we know the drudgery and desire to really just stay home.

    I am glad that this community is here and that we can all post our thoughts without being shamed or ridiculed. After all, isn’t this lifestyle all about complete inclusivity? Take a moment and think about the variety of people we have. It’s a stunning and sobering thought to me. Obviously, it’s not the entire spectrum of kink (or is it?) because it doesn’t include EVERYONE that’s involved in the lifestyle.

    Such an infinite number of combinations of people. Some have found their other halves while many have not. Some will. Some won’t. I find myself happy to see the beautiful couples on here and then blink to discover a tiny seed of sadness has crept in. 
     If we don’t water that seed, it will not grow into full fledged jealousy. Be happy for the ones that have found each other. 
    After all, the chances are infinitesimally small. Enjoy and celebrate with them. 

Max

  He reached back grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her off of his cock, strings of saliva falling from her chin much like the tears falling from her eyes. She gasped in surprise and looked up at him to see his eyes burning with lust.

   ‘You are and incredible little cocksucker, little one. On the bed.’

     She sprung up moved past him on the bed and laid just as he had showed her. Arms and legs wide apart and face up. He deftly moved to each limb and tightly secured it with the ropes already fastened to the frames. She was held quite immobile and could feel the cool air on her pussy, wide open and exposed.

    He rummaged through the bedside table and came up with her favorite dildo and a pair of butterfly clamps. She moaned and rolled her hips at the appearance of her toys and then drew a quick breath as he plunged it into her pussy to the hilt. She let out a long moan and turned her head towards him. He gently placed a clamp on each nipple and tugged the chain connecting them eliciting another long moan from her.

   ‘You’ve been waiting a while for this, haven’t you?’ His eyes looked into hers with a mix of lust and love.

    ‘Yes, Sir’ she whispered.

    With a fluid motion, he swung a leg over her head and positioned his cock over her face. He grabbed the chain attached to the clamps with one hand and the dildo with the other and began furiously pumping her pussy.

  ‘Suck’ her simply said as he let go of the chain longe enough to put his cock back in her mouth. He grabbed the chain again and started pulling it in time with the thrusting of his hips and the dildo pumping her pussy.

   She felt his cock pounding into her throat making her gag and choke with each thrust. She pulled with all her might against the ropes and her body fought them as each thrust brought more and more pleasure to her. She could hear her own moaning interrupted by each push of his cock in her throat and felt herself starting to lose control. She had eagerly waited for this indeed.

     Her nipples burned and her pussy clenched harder at each stroke. She could hear his breathing becoming ragged and knew he was close. She pushed her you tongue out just a tiny bit to make more room for his cock just as the waves started to hit her. Her hips jumped as she lost control and came violently at the same instant he buried his cock in her throat and it began pumping sweet cum.

          Several minutes later, she snuggled beside him, their sweat mingling between them and rubbed her wrists where the ropes had chafed her skin slightly. Their breathing had settled and he kissed the top of her head while his fingers traced idly up and down her back. She was cuddled against his chest, leg laying over his and her head on his shoulder. 
    ‘Thank you, Sir’

’Youre welcome, baby.’

  ‘Yes, Sir.’ She blushed and looked down as he required when she spoke to him. She remembered that he said looking at him while speaking was defiant and that she would be punished for it. She wanted to look and see what might happen, but she was afraid to.

  ‘Go now, little one.’ He motioned as he sat heavily and started to remove his boots. She loved taking her sweet time and gently massaging his feet after a lot day, but it would wait until he got out of the shower. 
   She knew her place was at the foot of his bed, kneeling in nadu while waiting for him. It felt like forever for her until she heard the water shut off and she heard his footsteps coming toward her. She hoped she knew what was coming up and began to feel instant heat in her belly thinking about it as he sat on the edge of the bed.

   ‘Come.’ He said softly. She obeyed instantly and slid over to his left leg and rested her head in his knee. He smelled of fresh washed skin and his scent that she knew so well. He laid his hand gently on her head and stroked her hair. She knew he was looking down at her and smiling.

  He shifted slightly and opened his legs wider. She smiled inwardly, hoping. 

   ‘Sic’ he said firmly. She scooted around his left leg and centered between his legs. She saw that his cock had already hardened considerably during the short one she knelt beside him. His cock twitched slowly with his pulse, every one making it more and more straight and impressive looking. She licked her lips (she knew secretly he liked that) and gently kissed the head and felt it swell slightly as he moaned and shifted his hips upward.

    She gently liked up and down around his cock to make easier in her mouth. Harder and harder she sucked, cheeks hollowing with her efforts and making a delicious popping sound when his cock came out of her mouth. She worked his cock steadily and noticed the first little bit of precum when he was fully erect. His hands went to either side of her head and he began whispering to her.

   ‘Mmmm. Fuck that’s good, baby girl.’ He sighed. She was definitely having the desired effect of him as his speed increased and he began pumping her face harder, his cock lodged deep in her throat.

  She was stiff and sore from the previous nights session as she knelt by the chair. She could still feel the ropes that had pulled her wrists so tightly together behind her back and as much as she hated to admit it, the  light bruises on her tits were a delicious reminder of how much she enjoyed the way he had tied them so tightly. She knew he liked her like that. Tied and vulnerable. Damned if she didn’t like it, too.

     She was snapped out of her reverie by the approaching sound of his car crunching the gravel in the driveway. She knew what to expect but was still caught slightly off guard when the door swung open and he stepped in, still smelling of sweat and dirt.

   Her mind briefly replayed the events of last night behind her eyes. There was a flash of the ropes, his voice growling in her ear ‘you’re mine, fucking whore’ and the sting of the clamps on her nipples, which were beginning to harden again with the thought of his teeth gently nibbling them.

   ‘Hello, baby girl.’ He said smoothly. ‘Are you ready to go again?’

Good morning, fellow kinksters,

     I hope this finds you all well and happy. I’ve spent the last few days reminiscing with old friends and making new ones. I find myself moving back and forth between who I was then and who I am striving to become.

     The two are very different men. One well versed in violence and the application of force and the other very calm and methodical. I think possibly each of us has the same struggle. I don’t know.

     Does each of us carry that inner war, or are there some that have made the two into one person? Time, as always, will tell. As for me, I cannot erase my past. It must simply become a part of who I am now.

    None of us should give up trying to find what and who we want. I won’t. Will you?

Good morning, fellow kinksters,

     A dreary, rainy morning this morning after such a lovely day yesterday. I actually got to sit out in the sun and just relax for about 10 minutes yesterday. It was glorious! Lying on my back and just feeling the warmth was amazing.

   I think I have been amiss by not saying just how happy I am to be fully back on the site. I’ve missed the people and, of course, the blogs! Being reminded of how different we all are has been a breath of fresh air!

    I’ve missed being among you and realizing that I’m not really that damaged because of the way I think. The vanilla of the world just won’t understand us. But that’s ok. We understand each other.

    Have a great day, everyone. 

Max