Island Paradise 1
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Posted:Mar 26, 2020 4:58 am
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Turning off the highway onto a lane country road leading out into some wetlands for an hour and a half drive until I come to a rural center, I wonder just what am I going find. Pulling out a card key from an envelope, I enter the center and find the box for the key, opening it find another envelope with another card key and a pass inside. As I head out get into the car, another car drives . A woman gets out and goes into the center. I follow her with my eyes until the door closes behind her. I begin to wonder what if?
Getting back into the car, I take off heading for the toll bridge which will take across the island and onto the Island Paradise Inn. The drive is relaxing and scenic. Native vegetation along both sides of the road both hide the promise and creste an intrigue of what is to come. The smell of salt air raises the senses beyond what one has in the city. As I approach the Inn, the off white stone gleams in the midday sun amists the garden like entrance to the Inn.
Having parked the car, I enter the Inn heading for the front desk to check in and check for messages. After ordering a dinner of rib eyes, medium with bake potatos, a couple of different vegies and keylime pie for dessert, I then head for the lounge in the cabana on the deck overlooking the sea. I order a wine cooler and then take a seat with a view of both the sea and the parking lot. Seeing a familiar car, I continue watching the parking lot when the same woman parks and heads into the Inn. Wearing some casual clothes her shape is not readily apparent but she does look attractive and well kept.
Having received my wine cooler, I proceed to my bungalow with a bag in hand for my clothes. Pulling out my card key, I open the entrance and see a relatively small but comfortable sitting room with a kitchen/dining room to one side and the bedroom and bath on the other. In front are glass doors leading out to a covered deck with a hot tub off to the side. I head for the bedroom and proceed to put away my things.
The phone then rings in the dining room with a Beach Boys tune for a ringtone. I smiled. Answering the phone, I'm informed my mate is present and they would like instructions as to what I would like to do. I advised the desk to put her in a room for this afternoon with her bags and for them to inform her to meet me for dinner in my bungalow at 5:00 and to wear something light and airy. I then headed out onto the deck taking a seat with my drink looking out over the water.
After preparing for dinner, I sit in the dining room with the ceiling fan going overhead, electric candles lit around the bungalow and another wine cooler in hand. 5:00 on the dot, there's a knock on the door. I answer it finding the dinner delivered as ordered. The servers come in and place this lovely dinner on the dining room table. As they left, I'm taken aback as I see the woman I've seen twice before today. She is dress in a blue and white summer dress with a medium collar and flats for shoes. After looking me straight in the eye, she then lowers her head. I said "Come in." to her and pulled her seat out to seat her properly. Per our instructions in coming here, we do not introduce ourselves with our proper names. Instead, we just exchange greetings and pleasantries.
As we proceeded to have dinner, the topic of our seeing each other earlier today came up. She asked if I was surprised when I saw her coming through the door. I admitted I was but then qualified it saying: "I thought it could happen and sure enough, it did." She smiled and admitted she had the same thought. I asked if she was ready for tomorrow's planned program. Her response was she wasn't but she felt she had to go through with her plans to be here. A quiet settled over us as we ate and listened to the dinner music on the radio.
After dinner, we decided to have drinks and dessert on the deck outside. She proceeded to prepare our dessert and I took a seat on the dec She came out with a tray holding our dessert and drinks, set it down on the table and stood there for a moment. She looked at me and asked if there would be anything else at the moment. I said no. She then undid the buttons down the front of her dress letting it open revealing she had no undergarments on. She advised her note stated she was to undress tonight to show me just what I was getting. I informed her I understood as we were both given instructions for this meeting. She then kneeled, looked at me and stated: "I would like for you to take ownership of me." She then slip the summer dress off her shoulders letting it fall over the back of her legs. I handed her her piece of pie and her drink which she consumed while on her knees.
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Island Paradise 2
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Posted:Apr 2, 2020 5:42 am
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2021 8:19 pm 6438 Views
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She remains her knees with her back and thighs straight after she reaches for the table with her dishes. I stand there, looking down at her for a moment, then I walk pass her the edge of the dec I turn after a moment, picking her dress off the back of her legs, entering the bungalow and leaving her there. After hanging her dress in the sitting room closet, I pause, shut the door and return her until I'm standing beside her.
"You want me take ownership of you. What do you mean by that?"
I slowly walk around her as she forms her response.
"You may speak."
She lifts her head. "I don't really know. That's part of why I'm here, find out. If you do take ownership of , I will serve you the best I can."
"How do you know?"
"Because it is the best way serve my interest."
I begin pace across the deck knowing her stress is building with each step I take. She lowers her face looking forward again at the back of the bungalow.
"And what are your interests my dear?"
"To be free of myself. I've made a wreck of my life my own and I don't want be responsible anymore."
Looking at her: "Have you tried growing , taking responsibility for yourself?"
"I have. I've gone school and have earned a couple of professional degrees. I've been on my own for 7 years. I'm comfortable in my rented house. But it's not . This is . What is before you is . By your taking ownership of , I will be free dream beyond myself of other possibilities. Everything I am will be yours. Please use as you see fit. Please, free ."
Leaving her on the deck, I walk out to the shore line to decide what do. After gazing out over the water and losing myself in the rushing tide, I realize what she is saying and headed back to the deck. When I get there, I see MiLady still on her knees adjusting her weight from one knee to the other, trying to find relief.
"Well my dear, I hear a lost woman looking for an emotional home. And because of that, I will take you. But I also hear you want be your own person again." Turning around the darkening sky, I state: "It's just a matter of time." After a pause, I ask: "So how long will you be mine?"
"I don't know sir. Maybe forever."
"You should know it will not be easy. We must first find out what you are. Do you want be an object for my use and pleasure only be put away till I want with you again? This means no wants, desires, or anything for which I would be responsible including providing for you and your needs. I will provide for your food and hygiene needs."
"The second choice is a pet for which I will shelter you, feed you and see your basic needs. You will see your clothes and personal needs that you may require. When I call, you will come. What I serve you, you will eat with no questions. As when I want your attention, it will be my choice of how I will be with and use you. With these first 2 choices, you are bound the house and will remain naked unless I dress you."
"The next choice is that of a slave. You will be required work both at home and outside. I will choose your clothes and ground rules as I see fit. There will be a joint account for your but I will be the only signiture on the account. I control the money. I will also control your social engagements."
"Finally, there is the role of serf or sub if you prefer. This will be the most hands off for me. Where my control will be is for your emotional state of being. Therefore, your physical being belongs you. You will take care of it for , not for you, for . If I want use you, you will have no say in the matter. If you fill out of sorts, too bad. You gave yourself to me. Understand?"
"Yes sir."
"As we are not allowed to use our names for now, you will address me as MiLord and I will address you as MiLady. Since you have decided submit yourself , you know the rules of the island state you are remain nude until the clothing ceremony. As you are also remain your knees, you will go over the Inn, retrieve your things and return the bungalow. There is a wagon on the side for you use help you transport your things here. Also there is a harness the wagon for you use. Do so. You have an hour make the trip."
"Finally, there are rules for you will follow. First, you wil always be in bed with when I want go bed unless I say otherwise and you will be nude. Second, when I want use you in any way, there will be no rejection. This will include but is not limited copulation, punishment or my own enjoyment. Third, should you do something I do not approve of, you will confess it and we will go from there decide your punishment so have one in mind. Understand?"
"Yes MiLord."
"Any questions?"
"No MiLord. Not for the moment."
"On your way then."
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Island Paradise 3
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Posted:Oct 14, 2020 1:31 am
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2021 8:22 pm 4990 Views
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I crawled out the door the bungalow towards the wagon with the harness to go get my things, dreading the trip back with the wagon loaded. "I shouldn't have brought so much." as I snicker at myself. I begin putting on the harness, first one arm then the other. I carefully secure the two straps across my chest settling my breasts between them. I turn my head and saw him over my shoulder, looking down at , staring at , giving a taste of what is come.
Suddenly, a slight smile crosses his face. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a couple of bands and weighted clover clamps. He approaches and kneals before her, applies first a band each nipple, then a clamp each nipple over the bands. Finally, he reaches between her thighs explore her folds until he finds her pulsing clitoris. With each new adornment, she winces upon the application and yips when her clitoris receives its clamp. "Off you go MiLady. Remember, you have an hour to be back.">
So off I go, one hand, the other knee, dragging the wagon. My mind wonders as I crawl. I'm seeing myself as a beast of burden knowing this is what I asked for. The wagon wheels slowly turning in the beach sand. I shake my head and look at the stars. I then focus on the back ot the Inn feeling the tugging of the weights with each move I make, the ever present ache between my thighs. A tear forms in my eye the further I go. My hand slips in the sand and I drag my breasts feeling my nipples tingle as I fall. I look back at the bungalow and see an open doorway. "He's not there."
He watches as she starts her journey, not just to the Inn but onto the rest of her life. Shaking his head he walks back into the bungalow. Heading to the kitchen, he pulls out a bottle of sweet wine for her return. Grabbing an ice bucket, he ices down the bottle knowing it begins tonight. He will lay the groundwork for his acquired property. If she's l punishment. But in either place, she will learn her place with me. "Am I ready for this?" He looks at his watch. Twenty minutes out. "She'll be late. Ah, hell with it." And he chuckles at himself.
She makes it the ramp leading the back entrance of the Inn. Pulling the wagon behind, she feels the stares as she enters heading for her former room. Approaching the front desk, she stops, raises upon her knees and ask the clerk for access. The clerk rings for assistance who picks up the key card and heads for her room with her crawling behind him. He opens the door and returns the desk after swatting her ass as a tip for him. She stops, hangs her head, then continues into the room.
Looking around, she realizes the task before her. She removes the harness and moves a chair from the room's table to the closet. Still on her knees she climbs onto the chair in front of the closet to pull out her traveling clothes and other property dropping everything onto the floor beside the wagon. She then carefully places everything in the wagon starting with her purse and ending with the few garments present. She proceeds to hook the harness herself, opens the door and crawls out the common lobby and out the back entrance with the Inn's security making a path for her through those staring at the naked "beast" before them. Back on the beach, her load becomes worst as the sand slows her progress back the bungalow."
He looks at the clock the kitchen's microwave, gets and heads for the chest in the bedroom. He opens the doors and picks out a medium flogger and an 18 inch crop. With both items in hand he returns the doorway at the set time of her return find her still pulling her wagon behind her with a third of the distance covered. She sees his return the doorway with the choice of tools to be use. The items of decorations she is wearing are now barely fell but she knows she will soon be feling them intensely very soon as well. She makes it to the ramp and into the door of the bungalow with her belongings.
"Your late MiLady."
"I know." She says. "I know."
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Island Paradise 4
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Posted:Jan 14, 2021 10:40 pm
Last Updated:May 5, 2022 11:16 am 4358 Views
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He walks pass into the kitchen as I remain my knees with the harness on.
"How was your trip MiLady?" He asked.
"A bit long MiLord. I know I'm late. Please make pay."
" I will MiLady. But for now, unpack your wagon on the sofa. I'll put it away."
As I begin obey, I feel the steady pulsing my nipples and clit. I hear him pouring something in the kitchen as I lay out my clothes and belongings on the sofa. He returns the sitting room with two glasses in hand, looks at with my stuff and chuckles.
"Take off that harness and come out to the deck with me."
I release the straps across my torso, stop a moment to take a deep breath. He turns his head to watch me exhale the breath and sees the relief my face. I begin go out onto the deck when I see the instruments of my punishment at his hand.
"Are you going to use those MiLord?"
"Maybe. Depends on our conversation,". He asked again: "How was your trip?"
His eyes drilling a hole through my body, I knew I better answer.
"Harder than I thought it would be MiLord."
"Thought it would be MiLady. The hardness of the ground with the soft sand giving way, you never know how your body needs to adjust to get the job done. Would you like some wine my dear?
"Yes, thank you."
Then I crawled to the table beside him. I take the glass in my hand. He takes first one, then the other clamp off my nipples. "Woo." I feel the rush of blood return into my nipples even with the bands on. I catch my breath for a minute before bringing the glass to my lips. The pulsing was intense. The ache hurt. I look down at myself seeing the clamp marks present. I hear him chuckle. I manage a weak smile as I take a sip of the wine.
"Very nice MiLord. Very nice."
After some chit-chat, I ask be allowed relieve myself as my bladder was full between the dinner and the wine. He responded with a snicker and a stern "No.". I looked at him in the eye. He picked the crop and looked at me.
"Ready?"
"Yes MiLord.".
He got as I finished my glass of wine. He went over his case and pulled out a collar and leash. I eyed the collar trying see how many holes were in it.
"Why now MiLord?"
"Because I need take you out do your duty."
I looked at him with I'm sure the saddist puppy eyes knowing what he meant. He just chuckled. So I'm to be his pet, maybe his bitch. I just smiled a weak smile accepting my fate. How bad can it be?
He approaches, kneels and places the collar securely around my neck, complete with a little padlock and bell. It felt very tight making his message clear. I am his. He attached the leash, stood up, took the crop, swatted my arse and said: "Let's go."
I lowered to fours and proceeded follow him into the sand.
Thinking to myself, "I'm going to hate this sand."
We headed slowly for the shore line and I felt each move in my bladder. So the fight began as I held off relieving myself for as long as I could until it seeped out as we walked along where the water came onto the shore. Ooh, the water was cool. The seeping turned into a flow. I hung my head. Then I felt a slap on my arse with the crop causing me to stop my flow.
"Head ." he said. "Keep it . You don't want be responsible for yourself. Fine. You can be responsible . I will not tolerate you're feeling humilated or sorry for yourself." Down comes the crop again emphasizing his point.
"Yip."
He tugs the collar with the leash indicating the need keep moving. So we go and the pressure builds again. "Do I go or hold?". We go about 50 ft. when I put myself in his position in my mind. I let go of my bladder after raising a leg off the sand letting it drain out of into the wet sand beneath .
"Good girl.". He was looking at as he smiled. "Do you have defecate?". I pulse for a moment not believing what MiLord said. "Do you?"
"Yes I do.". He pulls out a plastic bag out of his pocket. Feeling humilated in my response, I feel the sting of two swats of his crop on my arse. I jumped, lift my head and move back towards the bungalow. Midway there, I stop, lift my leg again and defecate there in the sand. He picks it up with the bag, ties it off and we head off for the bungalow again.
Upon arrival, he places the bag in the trash, and leads the bathroom and into the shower. Turning the water, he takes the sprayer and sprays between my thighs. I jump until the water warms . Still holding the leash, he hangs up the sprayer, takes hold of a washcloth, soaps it up and cleans between my thights, my arse and my slit. Finishing that, he takes the sprayer and rinses me off thoroughly. He then hung the sprayer up, gets a large towel and wipes me down. He takes care to dry every part he has cleaned. Talk about being dry.
"Good girl."
"Thank you MiLord."
He kneels again, taking off my leash.
"One question MiLord, why such detailed attention?"
"Because I like my property clean inside and out. And since you don't want to be responsible, than it's up to me. It's just that simple. Now get on the bed, face down."
I do as directed. Meanwhile, he goes the sofa and hangs my clothes in the closet along with my dress. He picks my purse, rummages through it then places it in the closet the shelf above my clothes. The more he does, the more I'm confused within my mind be followed by more clarity of my role. I'm his.
And now he knows my name.
He returns picking the flogger and swinging it as he approaches. I look at him, the flogger slowly approaching the apex of my thighs.
"Open your legs."
As I open my legs, I close my eyes feeling the bite of the clamp on my clitoris, then the slapping of the flogger. I lay there, as the flogger does it job, periodically catching the clamp. I tense up in my thighs and my abs. He stops.
"On your back."
I turn over keeping my eyes closed. Then suddenly, feeling the wetness seeping out of me, he continues swinging the flogger going for my slit, making repeating contact. I tense up again. The flogging goes up my mound, my abs, the breasts back and forth, then back down. I feel the heat on my skin. Then he snaps the flogger's tales into my sex. My thighs snap shut and my eyes open. I see a fire in his eyes. I am a moth to his flame.
"That's your punishment for being late. Don't do it again."
I pant as he looks at me opening my thighs. He snaps the flogger's tales again into my sex.
"Did I tell you to open your thighs?"
"No MiLord."
I'm his, and he knows it.
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Island Paradise 5
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Posted:Apr 24, 2022 10:03 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2022 12:53 am 2384 Views
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I watch as a determine man with a middle age spread beginning to develop gathers his other toys for the evening. As he approaches the bed, I begin to involuntary physically respond along with my anticipation rising. He sits on the side of the bed with a leather collar, a chain and a padlock in hand. As he places to collar around my neck, I feel an increase in my wetness seeping from my sex. He locks the collar and chain together with the padlock. I feel both an excitement building and a relief he is taking time to prepare.
"MiLady, aside from the earlier issue of lateness, you have been nothing but a model of my expectations for this evening. For that, you shall have what you said you desire. But there is a here also.".
As he's talking, he's also placing cuffs above my knees. He then takes a couple of pieces of rope out using each to tie my ankles to my upper thighs. As he gets a couple more pieces of rope, I then see his bamboo cane. He used each piece on the cuffs tying each off on the bedframe spreading my thighs wide open. Finally, he hooks the chain on the collar to a hook above the headboard.
He reaches for his cane to show me saying "You like?"
I say "Yes MiLord."
"Good. Hold this for me." placing the cane in my mouth.
"The rule tonight is very simple. You determine how long you'll be caned. You notice your hands are free. When you have had enough, you will use your hands to cover your sex. No need for a safe word tonight."
He removes the cane replacing it with a glass of a red wine at my lips. I sip some enjoying the taste before I swallow. Putting the wine down and picking the cane, he starts patting my breasts going down my abs to my mound and slit. Starting off likely with a steady tapping, I feel myself actually enjoying this.
"Feel free to stimulate yourself now if you want. Just be careful of how you are around your sex. If you cover it, we're done for the night."
The hits are now becoming harder. The stinging is beginning to become intense as we go on. Then he stops, picks my glass of wine offering it to me. I take it, sip some and then look down my reddish, almost blushing body as I enjoy the wine. After a couple of minutes, he takes my glass, sets it down and begin again, this time, a bit harder as evidence by the welts forming from breast to sex. As for me, my sex is beginning to trickle out onto my thighs, down pass my perineum and ass onto the bed. I'm wet is an understatement.
My fingers pull on my nipples allowing me to feel the sting more intensely. I also feel my abs, the sides of my torso, everywhere but my thighs. I don't want this to stop yet. My breathing is beginning to become labored with each swat I feel. He's beginning to focus on my slit and thighs. I adjust my ass almost to every third or fourth swat. It stings so good. I hear my cries rising in volume. Must keep the hands busy.on the flat of my tummy, pinching my nipples, wrapping around my chest.
He stops again. Brings me my glass of wine.
"Nice" he says as his fingers trace the welts left by the cane. He sees some tears and softly wipes them away. He looks into my eyes. I return his look with what I hope is a smile. He takes my glass taking a sip for himself and sets it down.
Beginning again, the focus of his strikes on on my slit with an occasional swat on the thigh. When he hit my button, I can't help but shutter. I fight the reaction to cover my sex with my hands as the tender strikes have become full on swats. Finally, enough. My hands cover my tender slit as I cry.
I'm crying for this man. I'm crying. But I don't know why. Are they tears of pain or tears of joy.
"Do you want me to stop?" He ask.
I look at him smiling at me. I shake my head no. I pull my hands away grabbing the chain to my collar. Remembering an old English story line, I say: "Please MiLord, may I have some more."
He looks at me. Me, spread open for his cane, muffled tears seeping out the corners of my eyes that are pleading for him to continue. Is he trying to decide or is he teasing me. Down comes the cane on the center of my abdomen. I jerk upwards in response, crying out. Down comes the cane again on the same line with the same response from me only shaking more. He reaches between my thighs and as feels my precious juice, smiles. Using the cane, he enters my breeding canal, playing with it inside me, getting all nice and soaked. I adjust my bottom as the cane does it's magic. He takes it out of me and says: "Clean it." I open my mouth and he sets it in and turns away. My hands release the chain and taking the cane, does what I'm told.
He doesn't say a word. He goes to get a basin of water and a wash cloth. He returns and unties me leaving the collar and chain in place, softly wiping me down. I cringe with each touch until the softness and the pain melt into each other. He takes my glass of wine, brings it to my lips. Having cleaned myself off his cane, I offer it back to him as I take a sip of the wine. His other hand is still wiping me down, still cringing when he hits a sore spot.
"Tomorrow night, we'll do the back side."
After putting the toys away, he strips his clothes off and joins me on the bed. His hands spread my thighs and he begins to feast off me, his tongue lapping up my juice, his lips and teeth playing with my tender fleshy meat. I shutter thinking "Yes, I want this.". My mind drifts until he takes a bite on my clit. I jump up only to have my head pull back by the chain. He looks at my eyes, smiles. I can't help thinking "I got the message."
As he lays his head on my mound, I reach down putting my fingers in his hair. "Good night MiLady. Sleep well."
"Good night MiLord."
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E PLURIBUS UNUM
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Posted:Jul 4, 2018 5:42 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 4:6 pm 7068 Views
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Happy 242th Birthday to the United States of America. We are a wild and crazy nation as a whole. Here's hoping our pluralism will always be a strength for this is who we are, out of many, one.
Thank you to the citizens of this nation who believe in this nation, stand for this nation either by wearing its uniforms or promoting its unity when there seems to be distrustful forces at work to bring division among us.
And a special show of appreciation to those who serve either by active duty or by standing with family members who serve. Let us never forget the family of those who serve.
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Art verses Administration
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Posted:Dec 8, 2014 4:48 pm
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2024 10:00 am 40651 Views
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In the short time I've been with Alt., I've two types of blogs. The first are the artists who try to express themselves in either word or deed as it relates to their experiences, sexual or otherwise. The second is expressing a need to deal with the desire to enhance and/or improve their and others experience on Alt.
Both are valuable and needed as this is what is needed for a community tn a social network to exist. What is not needed is negative judgement towards individuals for their feelings and views. Will negative feelings come out? Sure they will but it does not mean we have to cast judgements.
The chat rooms are great. Some have more rules then others but different strokes for different folks. The blogs are great as an expression of where individuals are. Neither need to be judge aside from ones own experience.
I enjoy Alt. I've made some mistakes since I've been here and I will make more. But I'm a human being as we all are whether we be dom or sub, male or female, etc. It is our differences that make Alt. work for each of us if we let them. Just one viewpoint.
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Art verses Administration
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Posted:Dec 8, 2014 4:45 pm
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In the short time I've been with Alt., I've two types of blogs. The first are the artists who try to express themselves in either word or deed as it relates to their experiences, sexual or otherwise. The second is expressing a need to deal with the desire to enhance and/or improve their and others experience on Alt.
Both are valuable and needed as this is what is needed for a community tn a social network to exist. What is not needed is negative judgement towards individuals for their feelings and views. Will negative feelings come out? Sure they will but it does not mean we have to cast judgements.
The chat rooms are great. Some have more rules then others but different strokes for different folks. The blogs are great as an expression of where individuals are. Neither need to be judge aside from ones own experience.
I enjoy Alt. I've made some mistakes since I've been here and I will make more. But I'm a human being as we all are whether we be dom or sub, male or female, etc. It is our differences that make Alt. work for each of us if we let them. Just one viewpoint.
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