Shy's quaint country cottage

My little rant

I am not a woman you can collar, so if that is your intention I have no interest. I am a person who doesn't find pleasure in being degraded, used, abused, and neglected for pleasure. And if you can't respect that, then please, do me the favour of leaving me the hell alone.

I have feelings, quite deep ones in fact, and I am tired of constantly being used for someone's sexual gratification or to heighten their ego. I am a good person and have a kind soul, and I deserve so much more beauty than that. I deserve so much more...
 
I am not a woman you can collar, so if that is your intention I have no interest. I am a person who doesn't find pleasure in being degraded, used, abused, and neglected for pleasure. And if you can't respect that, then please, do me the favour of leaving me the hell alone.

I have feelings, quite deep ones in fact, and I am tired of constantly being used for someone's sexual gratification or to heighten their ego. I am a good person and have a kind soul, and I deserve so much more beauty than that. I deserve so much more...

Hmmm . . . he slips in behind her while shes gazing out of the window, looking troubled, and places a :rose: on the window sill in front of her.

Everyone has deep feelings he offers, well, those that are worth knowing anyway . . . .

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Monsters

I just needed to release this, I can't seem to express what is happening within me currently, but this song sums it up perfectly.


Monsters - Something for Kate


I was hanging upside down from the overpass
Waiting to discover something about the world
I couldn't get with the program
And I couldn't listen to them
It was like trying to think in reverse
And I don't want to slide into apathy
And I don't want to die in captivity
But these monsters follow me around
Hunting me down, trying to wipe me out

Wipe me out
Wipe me out
Wipe me out

I was hiding away under water
Waiting for distance and buying some time
Trying to be two hundred thousand years younger
So I could excuse myself from humankind
'Cause I don't want to be a container
Or a bastard with a ten page disclaimer
But these monsters spin me around
Get me down, just try and shut me out

Shut me out
Shut me out
Shut me out

Hold it in your head
Hold it in your head
Hold it in your head

Believe and make believe and make believe

(Shut me out) I was hiding away under water
(Shut me out) Waiting for distance, waiting for time
(Shut me out) And I don't want to slide into apathy
(Shut me out) And I don't want to live in captivity
 
*settles into her comfy chair by the fire, hot tea in hand, and begins to go through her critiques*
 
crawls in a window and out the skylight

Looks up from his writing at a strange scraping noise, seeing nothing.
Standing, he closes a window rocking in the wind.
Thats funny he thought, I was sure this was closed?
Hmmmm
But as he flicks the latch closed he notices something odd . . . a tiny piece of torn red silk . . .


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*Sleepily walks into into the lounge room and sees Rimmer. She smiles at him softly but notices a torn piece of silk in his hand*

Good morning Rimmer, Into the habit of tearing at womens clothing, I see?
 
I am not a woman you can collar, so if that is your intention I have no interest. I am a person who doesn't find pleasure in being degraded, used, abused, and neglected for pleasure. And if you can't respect that, then please, do me the favour of leaving me the hell alone.

I have feelings, quite deep ones in fact, and I am tired of constantly being used for someone's sexual gratification or to heighten their ego. I am a good person and have a kind soul, and I deserve so much more beauty than that. I deserve so much more...

Your invitation on another thread gave me a little curiosity to peek in here. I noticed this and it caught my eye.

I confess that this has a curious place on Lit. Several times I've had female writers drop out of my threads, deny play, and other similar situations crop up because of "collaring" fantasies they share with other writers here on Lit. I've never understood the phenomenon myself.

I do have curiosities into domination games. Not humiliation or true pain, mind you, but an exploration of the power dynamic in the bedroom. That said, while it doesn't interest me, the BDSM community definitely seems to be a little more dramatic then others.

It's made me extremely wary of approaching female writers who take part. I never really know what to expect.
 
*Sleepily walks into into the lounge room and sees Rimmer. She smiles at him softly but notices a torn piece of silk in his hand*

Good morning Rimmer, Into the habit of tearing at womens clothing, I see?


Absently considering the silk, still warm to the touch and with a faint scent of . . . hmmm.

Grinning, "Well, you know me Shy, only when they need it . . . "
 
Your invitation on another thread gave me a little curiosity to peek in here. I noticed this and it caught my eye.

I confess that this has a curious place on Lit. Several times I've had female writers drop out of my threads, deny play, and other similar situations crop up because of "collaring" fantasies they share with other writers here on Lit. I've never understood the phenomenon myself.

I do have curiosities into domination games. Not humiliation or true pain, mind you, but an exploration of the power dynamic in the bedroom. That said, while it doesn't interest me, the BDSM community definitely seems to be a little more dramatic then others.

It's made me extremely wary of approaching female writers who take part. I never really know what to expect.

Well you can always stop by Light Ice, I do not mind. I just ask you don't drag me by my hair *pokes her tongue out playfully*

The point of my little rant was that I wanted people to know that I am not like 'most' of the women who post on the lounge. I use the term 'most' loosely. I have no desire to be collared; in that sense I don't wish to be used, humiliated and degraded publicly or privately. Such things would only damage me, not heighten any sexual needs of mine.

But you also have to understand that the women who do choose to participate in the heavier side of BDSM activities here have great trust and firm relationships with the people they play with. And that takes time to achieve. They also know how to do things safely.

Me personally? I am only new to the idea of BDSM, and even newer at exploring it. The idea of being used so brutally as seen in some of the forums scares me...I prefer the power play and sensuality with a caring partner. Very different, I know, but that is just me.

And I can understand your wariness to approach some of the women. Some here know what they want and they know how to get it. They are very strong, and beautiful and don't take any prisoners if their needs are not met *giggles*. I would suggest if this is something you do wish to pursue, write to one of them privately and get to know them. They are all lovely and I am sure they would appreciate it.
 
Absently considering the silk, still warm to the touch and with a faint scent of . . . hmmm.

Grinning, "Well, you know me Shy, only when they need it . . . "

Well, as long as it isn't one of my garments, we are ok. *grins playfully* How are you today? You haven't stopped by in a while.

*moves and sits down across from him, enjoying the warmth of the fire*
 
I'm afraid you misunderstand. I'm far from intimidated. I'm tired of approaching a co-writer with an invitation and having them accept, only to withdraw because their "Master" will not allow it.

Or something similar.

I certainly am not attempting to criticize the behavior on its own. People have a right, and one that I heartily support, to live and love the way they desire. It's just a bit disheartening, on a selfish level, when it constantly seems to jump up and bite my threads.

:)
 
I'm afraid you misunderstand. I'm far from intimidated. I'm tired of approaching a co-writer with an invitation and having them accept, only to withdraw because their "Master" will not allow it.

Or something similar.

I certainly am not attempting to criticize the behavior on its own. People have a right, and one that I heartily support, to live and love the way they desire. It's just a bit disheartening, on a selfish level, when it constantly seems to jump up and bite my threads.

:)

Oh yes, that kind of scenario I do not understand. But then again, I do not understand the whole 'collaring' on this forum anyway. But, I would hope that the Doms decision was based on protecting his sub and not being selfish. *shrugs shyly*
 
Well, as long as it isn't one of my garments, we are ok. *grins playfully* How are you today? You haven't stopped by in a while.

*moves and sits down across from him, enjoying the warmth of the fire*

No . . . *a little wistfully* . . . no, its not yours.
And me, OK, been a little busy. Just catching up with friends today. Looking for little promises and hidden crumbs . . .

Anyway, why sit over there? He pats the soft couch next to him grinning . . . . ;)


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No . . . *a little wistfully* . . . no, its not yours.
And me, OK, been a little busy. Just catching up with friends today. Looking for little promises and hidden crumbs . . .

Anyway, why sit over there? He pats the soft couch next to him grinning . . . . ;)


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*giggles*

Because I am not staying long today. I have a soccer game to play soon and I must go get ready for that.

*Her eyes fall upon the torn piece of cloth* Also, I don't wish for my rather expensive garments to be destroyed *pokes her tongue out playfully*
 
*giggles*

Because I am not staying long today. I have a soccer game to play soon and I must go get ready for that.

*Her eyes fall upon the torn piece of cloth* Also, I don't wish for my rather expensive garments to be destroyed *pokes her tongue out playfully*

Hmm eyebrows raise in interest at "soccer game to play" . . .

No . . I wouldn't . . his voice trails off as she dashes to her room. Anyway, he hmphed to himself, its not yours, I dont know who this belongs to, looking up and nervously eyeing the roof skylight.

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Minx slips between the crack of the open door quietly, knowing the lady of the house isn't in. She leaves a small note and poster for Shy before disappearing into the night again.

Dear Shy,

Hope this helps you on your path of understanding BDSM. While it is a little soft coming from me, I honestly think it has some good points.

Minx :rose:


Thank you Minxy, that actually helped a lot. And yes it was quite mild coming from you *giggles and pokes her tongue our playfully*

It also highlights to me how many fake Doms roam the forums pretending just to get the attention and devotion of a sub. Shame on them! *growls softly*

Thank you again Minxy :rose::heart:*hugs gently*
 
There's many frauds lurking around here Shy, just ignore them. There are plenty of very knowledgble and thoughtful caring people here with experience you can ask. Try not to let the troll's and troglydites sour you.
 
There's many frauds lurking around here Shy, just ignore them. There are plenty of very knowledgble and thoughtful caring people here with experience you can ask. Try not to let the troll's and troglydites sour you.

*walks through to the lounge room and settles a platter of freshly baked scones, jam and freshly whipped cream on the coffee table*

Yes, you are right. But my problem is that it can take me a while to work out who are the trolls and troglydites and who is genuine. In the RW I have no problem as I have a keen sense of people, but here it is like I am wandering around blind *smiles and blushes*
 
I understand, getting a real feel for someone here can be tricky at best. That being said, VT actually got a very interesting discussion of BDSM stuff going. Let me find it for you.

EDIT

Found it D/s Relationships

Double EDIT

swipes a scone and whipped cream
 
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I understand, getting a real feel for someone here can be tricky at best. That being said, VT actually got a very interesting discussion of BDSM stuff going. Let me find it for you.

EDIT

Found it D/s Relationships

Double EDIT

swipes a scone and whipped cream

Oh, sorry Rider, I didn't realise you had posted the forum. I shall have a read of it. Thank you :)
 
*He lets himself in, closing the door quietly behind him in case shes napping. He switches on a single lamp, just enough to provide a tiny splash of light, a comfort to a tired mind amongst the echoing darkness.

Settling into one of the big soft chairs, he leans back, sighing in comfort. He closes his eyes, peaceful for the first time in a while, drifting off into shallow dreams of spring waters, picnics and laughter . . . *


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*Playfully slides across the hardwood floors of the lounge room wearing nothing but knee pink socks, white and black polka-dot boy-shorts and a black tank top, music blazing as she jams out to Satisfaction*
 
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