A New Devious Chapter

I've been craving power exchange fairly constantly lately, so I thought I might write about it. As a switch, I often look at both sides of exchange fairly carefully with any of my partners.  I find it is easy for me to figure out what they're thinking, and explain things that relate to them. Power exchange is inherently that.  An exchange. And oddly enough, and equal one. Oh yea, that's right.  Two people are in a relationship as equals, even if some elements have some extreme skews to them.  And that makes those people happy, gives consistency, comfort, and fulfills the needs of both people in the relationship. On a base level, they are two people who want to take care of one another, with needs that fit together in a way that makes both their lives easier and happier places to be.  Power exchange with a partner should feel natural, though the addition of real life is what presents the challenge. Domly folk enjoy taking care of a person through guidance.  They w

While perusing facebook, I often see little relationship pictures show up on my feed.  Cute thoughts about what makes someone feel at peace in a relationship, or what they want in a mate.  A lot of the time I'm fine with these, and even find a good number of the cute, or able to relate to them. In the past week though, I've been bombarded with a myriad of these that absolutely make me flail with rage. Lists of things girls want in a mate, and claiming that a good partner shouldn't look at pictures of their preferred gender, like anything they post, or talking to them in any form. I just... the fuck? And people I know post this shit.  It's controlling, over-possessive, and just ridiculous.  As if anyone should call off contact with half the world just to be involved with one person, is insanity. Personally, most of my friends are male.  For someone to tell me that I can't talk to them, or look at the pictures they post, or show appreciation of their life, j

I know I've mentioned being a sociopath on here. It's not a joke when I say it.  Be around me for more than a day or so, and you'll start to see it.  I won't bother to censor my comments, and it'll become startlingly obvious. Due to this, and my love of psychology in and of itself, when something comes up about how the average person perceives a sociopath or a psychopath, I jump at the opportunity to read it, and often giggle at how they believe the mind works. But I'll let you in on a secret. Most of that is wrong. Yes, we do tend to be highly intelligent.  For me at least, this is because of a highly logical mind.  I can think through things with a complex process, which doesn't get clouded by emotionally driven thoughts.  If fact, I don't feel many emotions that other people do.  I often have to fake emotion while I'm with other people because I don't actually feel it myself, and know that not reacting in a similar fashion will cause i

My relationship with Thrax was my first venture into an open relationship.  We saw how well that went though... Most of my relationships prior the other person had demanded, or needed monogamy.  And we know how most of those went as well. Oh well, those aren't what this post is about, so fuck them.  Or don't, more appropriately. When Thrax and I first started opening up our relationship, every girl we knew started contacting me about how I could let him fuck someone else and be OK about it. I gave them all the same explanation. So long as things are taken care of at home, I don't care what extra curricular stuff goes on.  So long as I know I still belong in the spot I'm in, and nothing changes between myself and my significant other, it is their decision to take on other partners.  I just want to know that I am still desired, cared for, and at the end of the day, they think of me as they go to sleep, even if in someone else's bed. I'm not the type of p

I've been seeing a lot of articles getting attention lately, about why you should have sex with your partner every day.  Giving tons of reasons, most of them valid, and a ton of great experience to back it up. However, do I agree with it? Not really. Sure, I'd love to be in a position where I could fuck every day.  Hell, multiple times a day if possible, but that's just my own nymphomania talking. Sex on the regular is awesome, but it just takes the edge off the hunger that's always there.  What I believe is necessary, especially if living with a significant other, is all the small gestures of physical intimacy.  Someone can have sex every day, and have it fall into routine like everything else they do, and begin seeing it as just a normal motion of the day.  We take our partners for granted, without showing them the appreciation and desire they deserve. Quiet snuggles before bed.  Holding the person you care about and kissing them gently on the forehead just b

I'm not the kind of person to use safewords.  I tend to communicate to who I'm playing with fairly clearly, whether verbally, or non-verbally.  In general, the words "No" and "Stop" don't occur unless something is wrong and needs immediate attention.  It's a pretty easy system to understand, follow, and respect. This also goes into why I'm not terribly fond of role-play personally.  The more grey area you add, the more difficult things can become. Top this off with the fact that I always want sex, and my love of CNC becomes something most people dismiss away as not being possible. And you know what?  Those are probably not the people I would trust with it, and they wouldn't have the mind to figure out all the ways which it is easily possible for me. There are a few people out there who I trust absolutely.  Those that could walk up to me at any time, take me to my breaking point, and tiptoe that line until I shatter, and they ge

I've managed to get to the end of all my pre-typed, and scheduled posts, hooray! This last weekend, I spent with Lux at his place.  We both went into it with the intention of violence, snuggles, productivity, and obscene amounts of sex.  He however, was under a ton of stress with everything going on in the next couple weeks, that it turned into more just productivity, some sex, and a lot of snuggling. To be honest though, I enjoyed it all the same.  It was a fantastic escape right after my birthday, and I got to help him get through a lot of things he needed to do.  We'll find time to get around to the violence soon, as it's much more a case of needing to get free time, rather than finding the desire at this point.  He gave me some wonderful gifts (some of which I unfortunately already had, but oh well, he can enjoy them himself) and I saw the chain piece he is making for me, which while still in progress looks gorgeous, and I can't wait to see it finished.  I helpe