8.27.07
2:00 p.m.
Anniversary
Last month Master and I celebrated 5 years together. Five years of service to Her. Five years of Her Mastery over me. Several events happened to celebrate this auspicious occasion. Any one who knows M. DM knows that She doesn't "do" dates of significance. No birthdays, anniversaries, mother's or father's day, x-mas, halloween (much to my disappointment). However, She chose to mark this occasion; literally.
We took a trip to Denver, CO, for Thunder in the Mountains. Fun was had by all. I was pierced with 16 gauge needles and
got to sit in on a "quickie" cutting of a friend, and helped our roommate's Master find medicine for the horrid illness she contracted while out of the country, before she came to Thunder. We got to see old friends, and meet some new ones, and hang out with our Phoenix buddies in a colder country. We had the opportunity to explore Denver, and found a great vegetarian place to eat. We got to see some scenery and enjoy some place other than Arizona.
On the way home, we almost had a terrible accident. Master was driving and avoided the elk in the middle of the road. We caused great stress in our friend who was traveling with us, and got new tires put on the car when we got home. At least we were alive to celebrate the rest of the month!
The anniversary party was on July 28th. Master had planned some sort of ritual, and then decided not to go through with it. We just hung out with friends, eating, drinking, talking, and hoping that some of them would play. Someone was there with needles, and I thought maybe some intentional bloodletting would be cool. Every other time I've been pierced it's been for a release, a ritual, or a reason. This had a reason, purely for the blood. Just for the rush of feeling that red fluid drip down my arms.
We set up in the back room, and I did a little ritual to clear the space. Several of the friends gathered to watch. (Some others were off playing, YAY!) The needles went in through an intense breathing process. She put four needles in each arm. It took a little while, but it felt good after they were in.
We broke for a little while so that I could walk around with the needles in my arm. We didn't have caps, so I had to be careful not to stab any one with the needles. After a while, it was time to let the blood flow. The Top stitched the needles together with some thread and pulled on them, hit them, and otherwise agitated the skin so that the blood would come up. Then, the needles on the one arm came out. The blood flowed nicely, and Master approached me with gloves on. She gathered some of the blood onto the glove and brought it to my mouth to lick. Yes, that was hot. I felt the rush, the heat, the incredible surge of power just by choosing this particular activity with clear intent.
After playing with the blood a little bit, they took the needles out of the other arm, and I just relaxed. I could hear the sounds of play coming from the guest bedroom as the needles were played with and the blood flowed. It heightened the sensations I was already feeling. It helped focus the power surge. The rest of the evening went well, and I got to drive one person home after all that intensity.
Master waited until M. Blair was in town to perform the Ritual Cutting for our anniversary. I was returning to work full force after the thumb injury, we had complications to work out about when and what time. The where part was easy, that would be at our home. M. Blair wanted to do the cutting when she wasn't so tired from instructing at the Butchmans Academy Women's weekend. We ended up doing it Friday night.
I had no idea what Master had planned, nor had I questioned Her, or pumped Her for information about what would happen. I just wanted the event to unfold naturally. Before I went to work that day Master informed me that She was going to receive a cutting as well, and didn't want me to freak out about it. Oh, great, I'm on my way to work for a busy night, and she tells me this! I spent the evening at work trying not to obsess about Master letting herself be intentionally scarred.
Once I got home, we got everything ready. There were only five of us, Blair and her slave, Master, and another friend of ours. It was good that it was a small group. We did find out that we were missing a couple of key components to a successful cutting, so I had to run out to the store to pick them up. Once home, we all got settled into the ritual.
All the tools were laid out, and the image transferred onto Master's arm. It involved several small circles, which apparently are hard to cut. She took it very well, and really didn't bleed much. I was impressed.
Time for me to get in the chair. I got settled in. It was a complicated cutting of a Sun with Master's initials cut into the middle. Blair has a light hand, and doesn't cut so deep that it hurts. It was stingy, and because of the complicated sun rays, I felt some sharp and stingy moments, other than that it was fine. Having Master's initials carved into me was kind of scary. I don't believe in getting names tattooed, and branding is something I haven't experienced yet. When I first saw the design, a part of me wanted to say "No way." I sucked it up. I belong to Master. She owns me. This is Her property. If she wants to mark it that is Her perogative.
So She took the scalpel M. Blair had used on Her, and cut those initials into me. This was Her first time cutting someone.
Wow!
It was over, and I was a bit drained. Still, it was a beautiful way to mark our five years, and in a way that many people out in the world would not understand.
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08.21.07
5:45 p.m.
Independence from the grind
I've ignored this website entirely too long. I've been writing over at livejournal, but I find that I edit myself bunches. Simply because it is such a public forum. Yes there are many friends there who love me, but maybe I can get them to come over here.
I have a goal. I started KS, and since I injured my hand (Read about the Injured hand), I haven't been writing much there. In order to make $$ blogging with professional blogger sites, you have to show a history of blogging. No, I can't show them dmsslaveboy's livejournal, nor can I show them this website/blog, but if I keep KS up for a while longer, it will show a bit of history on a professional blog. I have to focus more on news and food, but that won't be hard to do. It just means a bit more research and staying up with books, gadgets and restaurants.
I've spent time reading a bunch of blogs yesterday and today. The writing is deceptively simple. Writing "magazine" style isn' easy. It was something I was going to do when I was young. However drugs won out in my early adulthood. So now I'm turning back to that "something" I was going to do before I fried all those brain cells. I took a few writing courses in college. I think I could write simply. Again, being able to blurb requires much editing, active writing style, and knowledge of grammer. One of the things I will work on at KS is that abbreviated style. I've also been perusing magazines when I can. Ultimately, blog-style writing was born out of magazine-style writing. It's just more instantaneous. It also has the same trick, getting "accepted" to write for one or several of the pro-blogger outlets. Master's ultimate goal is for us to be writing our own blogs and making $$ there. If I were writing for several professional blogs, this would give me loads of practice, and I'd be into the habit of writing every day.
Sometimes I feel that there's just so much "noise" out there on the internet, why do I need to add another voice? Well, because that voice is needed, and maybe wanted. If I can find that angle, that something, that way of writing no one else is using, then I can be successful at this. All these other potential ways of making money haven't panned out. This might be that way.
And I could also focus on getting KS launched. I've got the ideas sketched out, I just need to develop the lesson blurbs for each course, make them palatable for that noisy internet. Make them appeal to a larger audience so that someone out there will buy my product, and that product is my ability to teach other people how to cook.
Much ambitiousness. I need that energy.
And while all this is going on, I also need to make art. Something that I haven't been doing. I've got all these ideas, and haven't started anything. I wake up and think "today's the day." And I either sleep, or distract myself with other things...that noisy internet...or television. Something, anything besides being productive. *Sigh*. I'll find that discipline, really, I will. And then we'll see how independent Master and I can get.
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