DOMINATION by erospainter

For most of the world, domination is a sign of anger and suppression, yet in the context of a leather scene it can be an act of caring and affection. As children we were taught that submission is a sign of weakness, yet in our realm submission becomes a voluntary surrender of power and an act worthy of respect. To some, bondage is a cruel affliction to be fought against. In our community, it can be an experience of soaring freedom and release. Acts of discipline can be punishment, a source of fear and trauma, but when it is part of a "scene" it can be a framework of protocol for our play. We take pain, ordinarily something to be avoided at all cost and embrace it, transforming it into pleasure.

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RANDOM BDSM QUOTES by Many

I am your servant. I shall not be free. You will protect me; you will keep me safe; you will guard me. You will keep me sound; you will protect me from every demon. -- Ancient Egyptian woman's slave contract

Bottoms have appetites that are their own, whereas slaves' needs become the same as those of the Master. -- Guy Baldwin

By sxmisty

Tears fill my eyes.
As i think of
you and me,
the past,
the love i thought would last.
Tears fill my eyes. I can't believe
its all gone. I don't know
how to go on.
Tears fill my eyes. I can't see my way
through the confusion,
the lonely nights,
the love i thought would last.
Tears fill my eyes as i think of the
future without you.
I realize life must go on
so i pick myself up
I face the world alone
Tears fill my eyes..

GOLF reposted joke

Each player shall furnish his own equipment for play, normally one club and two balls.

Play on course must be approved by the owner of the hole.

Unlike outdoor golf, the object is to get the club in the hole and keep the balls out.

For most effective play, the club should have a firm shaft. Course owners are permitted to check shaft stiffness before play begins.

Course owners reserve the right to restrict club length to avoid damage to the hole.

Object of the game is to take as many strokes as necessary until the owner is satisfied play is complete. Failure to do so may result in being denied permission to play again.

It is considered bad form to begin playing the hole immediately upon arrival. Experienced players will normally take time to admire the entire course, paying special attention to well formed mounds and bunkers.

Players are cautioned not to mention other courses they have played or are currently playing to the owner of the course being played. Upset owners have been known to damage a players equipment for this reason.

Players are encouraged to have proper rain gear, just in case.

Players should not assume that the course is in shape to play at all times. Players may be embarrassed if they find the course temporarily under repair. Players are advised to be extremely tactful in this situation. More advanced players will find alternate means of play when this is the case.

Players should assume their match has been properly scheduled particularly when playing a new course for the 1st time. Previous players have been known to become irate if they discover someone else is playing what they considered a private course.

The owner of the course is responsible for the pruning of any bushes, which may reduce the visibility of the hole.

Players are strongly advised to get the owners permission before attempting to play the backside.

Slow play is encouraged, however, players should be prepared to proceed at a quicker pace at the owners request.

It is considered an outstanding performance, time permitting, to play the same hole several times in one match.

THOUGHTS by Miss Elfen Refugee

Tear have fallen and live ripped apart yesterday. A good woman and excellent mother lost the fight for her children. A husband told his wife yesterday that he's leaving for Hawaii on a one way ticket. Both of theses women my friends and family. I was their stone. Built not to show weakness in front of them. Building them up and catching their oceans of tears I held my pain for them. Feeling so useless to be unable to help more. I cried last night. I cried for so many, the children the mother the wife. It's not the end we all know. But a day of loss and pain embedded in our hearts.

BROKEN by Queenie 5/24/11

You say you don't care you say that i don't mean anything! How could you not feel what I feel? How could you turn away the love I'm so willing to give My heart beats for you. My mind thinks of only you! This is the way love works. All sadness no joy! All loss no gain. Alone in a world filled with the sounds of my own heart, breaking into bloody pieces. So jagged they seem to rip me apart from the inside out. Leaving wounds so deep they fester and create the monster I am now. The empty shell of a creature which stalks the night looking for it's next victim!! Blood on my lips and darkness in my heart.

FLYING THE FRIENDLY SKIES by jerzey *

*Ding*

 Seat 4B's call button illuminated. Renee scuried over to see how she could be of service. Moving on the double for her business class passenger. "A blanket?" she thought. A simple enough yet annoying request. Seat 4B was on his third blanket already. As Renee returned with a crisp navy blue blanket she surmised that he was probably coming down with a bug and made a mental note to keep her distance.

 As much was possible on a plane. Much less a 60 seater. She sighed to herself as she returned to the front of the plane to prepare the beverage cart. Being a flight attendant wasn't as glamarous as she'd expected.

SILENCE (OVER MANHATTAN) by Paula Bardell

A black September shadow cloaks the dawn,
The City’s once white teeth now rotting stumps,
Midst choking dusty embers ether-borne,
Its shrunken soundless heart now barely pumps.
Infernos upon retribution rise,
Fanaticism maddening the flames,
Its once imposing deities abscise,
As the faceless antagonist proclaims:
A consummation sweet but unfulfilled,
A penetrative burst without regret,
A zealous passion never to be stilled,
An earthly instinct powerful, and yet -
This bitter loathing blowing from the East,
Curtailed but could not kill the feisty beast.

Today marks the 10th anniversary of the September 11th attacks in the USA.  Please take a moment to reflect on the the days events.  At a minimum hug your loved ones, and call your family.

Total number killed in attacks (official figure as of 9/5/02): 2,819

Number of firefighters and paramedics killed: 343

Number of NYPD officers: 23

Number of Port Authority police officers: 37

Number of WTC companies that lost people: 60

Number of employees who died in Tower One: 1,402

Number of employees who died in Tower Two: 614

Number of employees lost at Cantor Fitzgerald: 658

Number of nations whose citizens were killed in attacks: 115

Ratio of men to women who died: 3:1

Age of the greatest number who died: between 35 and 39

Bodies found "intact": 289

Body parts found: 19,858

Number of families who got no remains: 1,717

Estimated units of blood donated to the New York Blood Center: 36,000

Total units of donated blood actually used: 258

Number of people who lost a spouse or partner in the attacks: 1,609

Estimated number of children who lost a parent: 3,051

Percentage of Americans who knew someone hurt or killed in the attacks: 20

FDNY retirements, January–July 2001: 274

FDNY retirements, January–July 2002: 661

Days fires continued to burn after the attack: 99

Estimated number of New Yorkers suffering from post-traumatic-stress disorder as a result of 9/11: 422,000

THOUGHT 3 By Miss Elfen Refugee

fears rise as watch her eyes. As I see her pain and struggle to breath. "she'll be fine" her doctors say. Her body is not fine. It's not fighting for her. Where is my childhood confidence. She sees my fear and tries to console ME!  I'm scared so scared. A mother she's been to me. A mother like no other. Please god give her more time. She has so much to live for and bring into our lives. A peek of present

DINNER CELEBRATION by niamh(PP) *

she lay waiting in the night, knowing He was close. She craved Him, nothing mattered but the feel and taste of Him. The lure of His body heat, the touch of His hands~ the scent of Him~ she groaned softly as her addiction for Him nearly overwhelmed her. She closed her eyes and willed her body and mind to silence, to stillness. She concentrated not on the thoughts of what He did to her body, why she was here, alone and bound in the bed waiting- but of pleasing Him; meeting the expectations that she knew He had for her.

In the stillness she heard footsteps, His- she knew them intimately. He was nearly here. Her body reacted immediately-heat and moisture pooling between her legs, the fission of electricity sending chills over her skin, her sensitive nipples peaking and tightening-expectant already of His touch. She held her breath waiting, fighting back a smile of anticipation as she heard the door open softly.

WHAT IS LIFE ABOUT posted Aramus's princess

When I woke up this morning I asked my self "what is life about?" I found the answer in my room. The fan said "be cool" the roof said "aim high" the window said "see the world" the clock said "every minute is precious" the mirror said "reflect before you act" the calendar said "be up to date" the door said "push hard for our goals" the floor said "kneel down and pray"

UNTITLED by Anna

"My jaded eyes sparkle of lust
My parted lips wet with need
My tounge seeking companionship
My thoughs reaching out
My smile catching your eyes
My breath whispers your name
My hands reaching to caress
My fingers gently brushing
My chest heaving with desire
My groin twitching with pleasure
Your sapphire eyes reflect love
Your parted lips plump and moist
Your tounge dancing with mine
Your thoughts racing around
Your smile so beautiful
Your breath releasing soft moans
Your hands bracing aginst each wave
Your fingers digging in
Your chest firm aginst mine
Your core releasing ecstasy"

Thought by Miss Elfen Refugee

Memories flow like waterfalls. Remembering the nights. Lying there draining my pain. Taking from me my life. Feeling my life slowly slipping away. I shake my head trying to fight the demons once again. Trying to keep hold on reality, knowing I can make it as I have many before. Pondering. Wondering if this is the time I never recover. If this is the time it ends. A peek into depression.

MASTER CAME FOR ME AGAIN by ice angel *

Master, came for me again

My writing tasks are complete. Exhausted, I sit alone by the guttering candle and strain to hear the hard, familiar footsteps on the paving below. I press a hand on the wine coloured velvet bodice at my breast. It stills my constant heart, which thunders at the thought of Sir Hunter Tremayne.

So would yours, dear reader, had you been lucky enough to feel the kiss of his whip on your naked quivering skin.  Please God let him ride his steed quickly to be by my side.  I cannot resist agitating the curtain and peering down to the dark sodden earth below, willing, willing him to arrive. My ears strain for sound of approaching hooves, all they hear is rain drops splattering at the casements like pebbles.  The clock ticks the minutes by interminably. It is better cold without him.

My quill pen agitates in its holder from the gale forcing its way in at the casement window. Sir Hunter will be with me soon. So very soon.