Shy's quaint country cottage

[ShyMystica]

It's fine Veroe. I was reading with great interest. What Yeishia explained rings true for me on many levels. So it was nice to have such an explanation here.

Thank you both.

 

[yeishia]

I absolutely love it when you wax all poetic on the beauty of BDSM topics like that. Too many people see the act of being bound as degrading or ugly or smutty instead of beautiful and daring and ultimately connecting (I hope that makes sense).

*Blushes profusely*

What you said also made sense Veroe but I want you to remember though that for a lot of people being bound, whether ugly, degrading, smutty or not, these very acts are what touches their psyche such acts are intensely powerful for them. I can only assume they would wax equally eloquently on the subject if encouraged to do to.

I take the time to build my relationships. If I were into multiple partners or one night encounters perhaps I might not feel the same way, as this I would imagine necessitates a more immediate and visceral response. If a so called dominant simply took me, used me and degraded me bound or not I would simply shut down. I have in fact experienced this, it has been a long road to recovery and an experience I have no desire to repeat.

It takes me time to develop the trust and the more subtle connections I desire and need to nurture my psyche. When I meet the male who touches my soul to me the journey is as important and as beautiful as the end game. It is like discovering the small intricate pieces of an exquisite puzzle, one we complete together.

Goodness I am rambling on again, sorry Shy, I shall reply in PM instead to Veroe if you prefer.

 

[ShyMystica]

It doesn't bother me Yeishia. It is nice to have some good discussion here.

Thank you both.

 

[ShyMystica]

Reminders

Contemplate finding a co-writer or writing a solo story for

Surely there is a scene I can use this for

Three-way story triggers

 

[ShyMystica]

Quote for thought...

"I believe that true focus lies somewhere between rage and serenity."
Professor Charles Xavier
- Xmen: First Class

 

[ShyMystica]

Had Enough - Breaking Benjamin

All These Things I Hate (Revolve Around Me): Bullet For My Valentine

Fighter: Christina Aguilera

Shihad: Comfort Me

 

[ShyMystica]

She sits upon her piano stool, her forehead resting upon the wooden panel as a finger slowly strokes an ivory C key. Fingertip presses upon the key, the note singing softly within the silent room before fading back into silence. A sigh as her eyes close...

She needed to play, play something. Something to release the heaviness within her, drown out all thought...to become simply lost in the melodic heaven for just a few moments. But what to play? What was heavy within her? Sadness, despair, hopelessness, worry...a hell of a lot of worry. And yet there was nothing she could do.

Another sigh and she played, the slow melody rising quietly within the small room; her fingers delicately, gracefully floating over keys as her mind slowed to the beat of her own song.

The only words within her mind sung softly; the melody finally dulling as the words became clearer...

'One day...one day...'

Faith in a 'one day'...that is all she could focus on for now. The rest would fall into place; she had faith in that too. But she wouldn't sink into a place of complete hopelessness. She had too much fight for that.

"One day..."

 

[ShyMystica]

Running Away - Hoobastank

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Slips in, holding a single white rose. The scent mingles with my scent fur and sandalwood. Can't stay. Too mentally exhausted...but she would worry if I didn't leave something...so a rose and my scent...cuz I still don't have words.

 

[ShyMystica]

*A white rose spun between her fingers; the small thorns pricking into the delicate skin of her fingertips as it cradled the vulnerable flower. Her brow was furrowed as thoughts spun in equal time to the rose; thoughts entering her mind, spinning around and around until there was no real clarity. They just all seemed to melt into a white haze of confusion, anxiety and restlessness.

It is astounding how one word, a single sound, can change a perception instantly. A split second moment and everything changes. Sometimes it is a good change; a change deserved and born of need. Most times it is bad; a violent, blunt hit of reality as dreams fall dead in the wake. One word, one moment, and the world suddenly makes sense. For all the words we speak and write, there are countless others that remain silent. Some a lies, most are in fact. Others are simply truths we wish to remain hidden. Intent is always hidden and should always be questioned. A fact she learned long ago.

And what of trust? One can trust facts. Facts do not lie. People do, even if for good intentions. It is human to lie, to keep secrets. It is human to keep such things hidden to make ourselves appear better than what we really are. to keep such things hidden so that we can keep the things and people in our grasp that we have come to cherish, adore, depend upon, care for. It is human to be greedy and to take steps to indulge in such greed, including keeping certain truths hidden. It is human.

Leaps of faith, well...there comes a time when we all must take such leaps. A leap into open arms; arms that either harbor evil intent or good. One would never know until you land which it was. And the likelihood would be that you may never really know until it was too late. Until hurt was inevitable.

Her eyes refocused upon the rose. She knew who it was from; a faint smile curling the corner of her lips as gratitude swelled within her. She was worried to death about the wolf. She knew she had no words, the rose saying all that she needed to calm from the worry, if only a little.

Eyes then fell upon the small blood stains upon the perfect stem; the little pricks to her fingertips still swelling with a sting. Beauty and pain; such was nature...such was life.

With a sigh she rose, placing the rose into a small glass vase upon her piano. Then she slipped through the empty hallway, a click of her bedroom door as she disappeared into the darkened room.*

 

[_Raven_]

*He leaves her a gift on her doorstep, something he'd found along the way that reminded him of her*

A sheet of music (it's ends in a mishap but it's a beautiful piece of music)

 

[ShyMystica]

*bare feet settled on freshly dewy grass; her summer dress floating playfully by her thighs as she walked slowly away from her cottage. She had no desire to be inside today; the sun was beaming, the birds chirping, the world seemingly calling to her to be amongst them. And she complied; the first few steps from her little back door were the hardest, but now she had found her stride; graceful, long steps as she walked closer and closer to the forest that rested behind her humble home.

She stood at the clearing, a moment of hesitation. A waterfall seemed to call to her. She felt it pull at her soul. So she continued. One small step, then another, then another as the darkness of the forest slowly became all she saw. A brief thought crossed her mind as she finally found her way to the waterfall; no one would find her. It was more likely she would find her way back than someone stumbling upon her current destination.

She smiled. This was hers. Her little place untouched by others. It was dark, little rays of sunshine peeping through the canopy before settling into a glittering array of colours upon the lake's surface. The waterfall rolled powerfully, the water crashing onto the lake below; ripples of it's power extending to the far end of which she now stood. Beautiful, and all hers.

She stripped; her summer dress, bra and panties quickly and neatly removed. She held no sense of modesty here; no one would find her. Stepping out from her pile of clothing, she slowly tiptoed her way into the water. With crafty, well-placed footsteps she made her way over the rocks to where the water danced at her knees. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her surroundings. She loved the sound of the birds, the wind in the trees, the way the water made droppling sounds as it moved around her. Sighing with content she fell backwards, the cool water enveloping and relieving her heated body.

She surfaced slowly, a flicker of her hair as she smoothed the golden wet strands from her face. She was content to hide here for the rest of her days. She knew it wasn't possible, but the idea was a nice one for her current state of mind. With a sigh she let the water guide her, legs floating up as she reclined back; letting the water carry her, support her, comfort her as she floated in its cooling embrace. Eyes watched the canopy, seemingly entranced by the glitter of sunshine that peeped through.

Two words pulsed through her mind...

'One day, one day...'

And then there were no thoughts at all. Just peace. In her own little private heaven. Peace*

 

[ShyMystica]

 

[ShyMystica]

This is here for me.


A Master's Viewpoint Of The BDSM World

 

[ShyMystica]

The Multiple Game
(An extract of a blog found here. These are not my words. But in a world such as lit, I thought it valuable to read.)

We all know there are many games that are played online. Hell, even in real life people are apt to do things that will make your head spin. Having a strong ethical base seems lax in this era and those who are genuine tend to suffer because of it. Of course, the online world has made it ripe for those individuals with less than ethical intentions to excel. So, how are we to navigate through it all.

Understanding What Is Happening

The best way to succeed in this realm is to understand what is taking place. Few are able to create something that is so novel that nobody has seen it before. The trollers all tend to do the same thing regardless of the time and place. Those of us who are online for the last 5 or 10 years witnessed the same tricks being played repeatedly.

Ultimately, it is best to have reservations about anyone you are dealing with online. Until some form of traditional communication is implemented, I would suggest being leery of whatever is told to you. The bottom line is that no matter how much you investigate someone, there is really no way to know if what they are telling you is the truth until you are in front of them (face-to-face). Sure, there are some who are open online, but I would say that is the minority. The majority tend to have ulterior motives.

Multiple Game

A common situation I witness is where a person tends to play the numbers game. Also known as the multiple game, a person of this ilk tends to interact with a large number of people in his/her quest to find what is desired.

Before going any further, I will caveat to make the point there is nothing wrong with "casting a wide net" when prospecting for a Master or slave. The traditional world also sees this technique used when dating. As teenagers, we are taught to go out with different people and not to fall for the first one who comes along. At this stage in life, it is healthy to be carefree and open. Of course, when we find someone we believe suits our needs, then we get a bit more serious.

The same is true in the BDSM world. Anyone who has success his/her first foray is extremely lucky. This is a rarity and everyone should resist the temptation to believe it is the norm. If you are interacting with your first Master or slave and believe this is "the one", remember that it is likely to fall apart in the near future. This is simply how the statistics work out.

One who is playing the multiple game goes above and beyond the traditional "seeing what is out there". This person tends to be dishonest in the sense that he or she continues to interact with many in a way that gives the belief that something more will develop. It is not uncommon to learn of a person who has 5 or 6 Masters. Obviously, most, if not all of them, believed they were the only one she had. At the same time, it is also noticeable to see one progressing deeper with a few different people long past the point where he or she should have made a choice. Ultimately, someone gets hurt in this scenario.

Openness

What is the solution to the above mentioned problems? Simple. It is openness. The BDSM is one of enormous flexibility. If you look around, you will see every imaginable scenario being lived by people. There is nothing new that anyone can uncover. We have people who are poly, sexually open, monogamous, threesomes, foursomes, communal living, fetish based, sex buddies, etc... Whatever you desire, it is out there for you.

HOWEVER, that does not mean that everyone you will encounter is after the same thing. This means that one will have to choose at some point. Many interactions soon fade because people do not share like interests. Having similar BDSM likes gets old if there is nothing else. For example, if one loves the tropics but has a Master in Northern Canada, that might create an issue at some point. Often the obvious is overlooked.

Those who play the multiple Master or slave game are not trying to narrow things down to find what he or she desires. Instead, this person is stringing one (or more) person along. It is impossible to serve two Masters. In many instances, unless one is openly setting up a poly household, it is not feasible to have multiple slaves. This two scenarios magnify if one tries to transition anything into real time. Ultimately, the truth comes out and that is where pain is incurred.

Anyone who is open about themselves will not have an issue in this arena. It is perfectly acceptable to chat/talk with a few different people. Nevertheless, when one progresses to the point of mentioning relocating, of putting forth a greater commitment, or somehow taking the relationship to a deeper level, I believe it is only prudent to be open about what is going on. Anyone who is still playing the multiple game at this point is showing him or herself to be nothing more than a troller. The inherent dishonesty associated with this action leaves one to completely without trust. This is not what a genuine person does.

 

[Perplexia]

Stops in snogs an gives a light spanking an disappears.

 

[ShyMystica]

Music stirs the silence. A small voice rising above the dark melody of the piano.

Singing...

Something she used to do. Something she used to love to do. Something she knew she USED to do well. Today she sung, She remembered her old choir teacher's words of wisdom...

"When in doubt, sing...and sing loudly."

So she was. Doubt was a crippling thing, especially on the day after. There was doubt that she was strong enough. Doubt that she would make it through. Doubt that she deserved to experience all the joys she had. Doubt in who she was...

They were passing doubts, but doubts none-the-less. She could feed them, let them fester within her until she was nothing but an empty dark shell of negativity. Or she could release it...release it to the world of her own little cottage. She chose the latter.

The song; one of her favourites from her past life. A song that had won her awards on the stage. A song that hit her nerve every time she sung. A song, despite not being written by her, was a part of her.

Eventually her fingers stilled, her voice dulling back into the silence that often existed in these walls. At times it was a blissful silence; one that allowed creativity and clarity of thought. Others it was violent; a feeding ground for the doubt and negativity to grow. That is why she most often played these days. That was why she played now.

She needed a new song.

But what to play?

 

[ShyMystica]

The piece found...

 

[ShyMystica]

Music blasts through the small cottage; the solid beat raging against the trees that surround.

A distraction? Hell yes. She had made a point not to crumble today. This was part of the process...Too early to dance at a club. So she would compromise.

Her form slides into view between the arches of her hallway; cute purple tanktop, black boyshorts and purple knee-high socks, her usually expressive emerald orbs hidden behind a pair of rocker sunglasses.

She dances and sings completely out of key and carefree; sock-covered feet slipping smoothly over the wooden floors. Her head rocking, body twisting and twirling as the song continues...

 

[ShyMystica]

It isn't long until the song dulls, melting into the next.

With a sloppy little attempt at a moonwalk, she shuffles her way backwards through the dining area and into the kitchen. The refrigerator door opens, a bottle of water grabbed and drunk. With a little, wicked smile she climbs atop of her kitchen table; the bottle of water splashing around her, upon her, as she sings. Her body dipping, rocking and swaying in a sensual and playful display; her hair whipping around her face.

The empty bottle serves as a pretend microphone as she continues her performance for no one upon her table...

"You make me wanna la la..."

 

[ShyMystica]

A cute little hop from her table and the next song begins.

A smile.

A big smile.

With a little wiggle; a goofy attempt at some 1980's shuffle and graceful slide and she enters the larger room of her lounge room.

"I'm on the right track baby...
I was born this way, yeah!:


Her form spins; her head dizzying into the bliss of thoughtlessness. Beautiful.

Breasts pumping in and out, hips slipping from side to side, arms rolling above her head as the beat quickly overtakes her, carrying her away...

 

[dragonrazor]

A cute little hop from her table and the next song begins.

A smile.

A big smile.

With a little wiggle; a goofy attempt at some 1980's shuffle and graceful slide and she enters the larger room of her lounge room.

"I'm on the right track baby...
I was born this way, yeah!:


Her form spins; her head dizzying into the bliss of thoughtlessness. Beautiful.

Breasts pumping in and out, hips slipping from side to side, arms rolling above her head as the beat quickly overtakes her, carrying her away...

*opens his mouth to say something, then closes it again* Must not sing cheesy 80s dance songs.

 

[ShyMystica]

*opens his mouth to say something, then closes it again* Must not sing cheesy 80s dance songs.

The next song begins. A dorky little Michael Jackson squeal, her hand playfully grabbing her crotch with a little thrust.

She grins before slipping forward to Razor with a little jiggle...

Aww Razor, not a fan of cheesy 80's dance music?

A classic Jackson twirl as she 'boogies' around her guest with a playful smile.

 

[dragonrazor]

The next song begins. A dorky little Michael Jackson squeal, her hand playfully grabbing her crotch with a little thrust.

She grins before slipping forward to Razor with a little jiggle...

Aww Razor, not a fan of cheesy 80's dance music?

A classic Jackson twirl as she 'boogies' around her guest with a playful smile.

I was more into the rock music in the 80s. Especially bands like Vixen.

 

[ShyMystica]

I was more into the rock music in the 80s. Especially bands like Vixen.

She grins and nods...

Ah yes, now you are talking my kind of language Razor.

The next song begins. A little Mick Jagger move and she hops onto a side table...

"I believe in a thing called love..."

Another spin, and she jumps off. A few little struts as she continues to sing, then she flops onto her chair breathlessly, a little giggle.