I never remember to actually get my entry up in time to make it an official submission to Boobday, but that doesn’t change the fact that Friday is officially (at least in some circles) Boobday.
This week’s theme is “lace”, so Serafina is featured (in bondage of course) in a beautiful black lace bra while attached to a baggage cart.
You in the moonlight
With your sleepy eyes
Could you ever love a…
Kink of the Week – Mar 3-9: Laughter
This week’s Kink of the Week is a difficult topic for me. Not that laughter is anything foreign to House of Samadhi, not at all. It’s simply because laughter was the prompt for the past week’s Sinful Sunday. So my most obvious pictures, as well as thoughts on laughter in the dungeon, were posted just this last Sunday. Twice. The Laughing Scenewas my…
NPR style Valentines Day massacre
I spend a lot of my morning time catching up on news. It’s a habit that goes back to my former life working in politics. If I wasn’t up to date on that morning’s news, it was too easy to get caught off guard by phone calls from people who had read, watched, or listened to news I hadn’t caught. (As an aside – in case you didn’t already know, or hadn’t guessed,…
I’m fascinated by the D/s dynamic.
I just don’t know any way around that fact, it seems my mind is occupied by dominance and submission to the point that some could say it’s an obsession. Maybe it is an obsession, that’s not the kind of thing a person can often see in themselves. I prefer, however, to call it a passion.
I have a very real passion for D/s, as well most everything associated with…
1. Wizard of Oz: “I’ve got a feeling we’re not in
“I’ve got a feeling we’re not in Colorado anymore!” Dorothy said as the State Police cruiser’s lights went on behind her. “Yo Tinman, hide the stash in the Scarecrow, and give the damn lion a Xanax, I don’t want him freakin’ !”
2. Apocalypse Now: “I love the smell of
Some pictures stand alone, today’s needs just a little setup. Serafina and I have spoke here before about her collaring ceremony last fall. It was a marvelous occasion, better than our wedding, truly the best day of my life. Parts of the ceremony, including our interpretation of the Ceremony of the Roses were solemn and serious. Every little action was ripe with symbolic meaning.
Then after the ceremony, and the supper I cooked for my guests, but before the actual play party that concluded the evening, my friend Kenn shot some portraits of/for the happy couple. We did some serious poses, including the obligatory passionate kiss. Then, I started clowning around.
I used to be uncomfortable putting on even a playful scene for an audience. I don’t consider myself to be a showman, and I’m not the type to plan public scenes intended to be showy for a crowd. I have great respect for the guys who spend two or three weeks planning the scene they will put on at a local group’s monthly party, intending for it to attract attention much like a male peacock’s display. I’ve been quite entertained watching those kinds of scenes. But that’s not me.
I think after all of the serious ceremonial activities, I needed a little comic relief. Playing with Serafina’s leash, I first took it into my teeth. Then, I put it between my legs, and grabbed it, so that the leash ended up in the hand behind my back. I think I got a catcall (or two) from the audience, as I tightened the leash’s tension, pulling Serafina’s face down just a little towards my crotch. That was all I needed for encouragement. I pulled her farther and farther, erupting in laughter the entire time. We didn’t play for long, but Kenn captured a few shots of our spontaneous play, what will forever be known in our home, as the laughing scene. It was the perfect balance for all of the solemn seriousness and ritual.
BDSM isn’t just about finding the balance between pleasure and pain, it’s about finding the balance between seriousness and laughter too. It’s all about the joyous expression of our love, and passion. Sometimes it’s serious, and at other times, it’s just a hoot! Isn’t that life?
This post is in response to Sinful Sunday Week 151 – this week’s prompt is – ‘all about the laughter’. Click on the icon (below) to see who else is laughing (sinfully) this Sunday.
The Laughing Scene Some pictures stand alone, today’s needs just a little setup. Serafina and I have spoke here before about her…
Some believe that nothing under the sun is truly original these days. And, there at least a little truth in that saying.
While reading at one of my most favorite blogs, Molly’s Daily Kiss, I found that Molly was in progress on a project called 101 things in 1001 days. I have to say I was very impressed. So impressed, in fact, I’m considering starting my own version of that project in the near…
I not only enjoy photography, I also enjoy playing with photographs …
By that, I mean I like to use image editors, illustrators, and the occasional Photoshop technique to turn my photography into something more akin to artist’s renditions. I’ve always been better at using pen and ink to create imagery with words, rather than to try my hand at illustrating the visions that manifest themselves in my mind.
To be very honest, my best artwork was mixed media starscapes, imagining the chaos near the center of a galaxy. The handful that I created we made under black light with paint, markers, and crayons (yes crayons) that glowed under a black light. Shredded glowing crayon is an interesting media to work with, everyone should try it once.
But I digress …
That’s the way my art was made back in the age before computers.
Digital photography, along with the wide variety of image editors available, has allowed me to become a bit different kind of artist. It’s nothing serious, just something I play with.
In the end, that’s all my previous attempts at artistic creation were anyway. Just something I played with from time to time.
Back at the start of the 28 Days of Serafina, I decided to attach one of my artistic impressions to each post as a feature image. Occasionally, I included the artwork in a posts photo gallery, but often I did not.
So it seems fitting, as a final part of this series, and as an homage to my wonderful partner/wife/submissive/slave to have a mosaic gallery of the different artistic impressions that accompanied the posts of this series. The “Art of Slavery”.
And, to conclude my writing for this series, I’d like to simply include a short heartfelt note.
When I look back, it’s a marvel that we ever became a couple. Yet, at the same time, it all seems preordained, like it was completely inevitable.
From the first day we met, it seems I’ve loved you with all my heart. You compassion, poise, and grace impressed me long before we ever actually met. I think I knew it was real before we even made it home from the airport. We went thought so much the first few years together, it seems as though the reality we share today is our reward. We certainly don’t have everything we could ever want, but there’s no doubt in my mind we already have everything we’ll ever need – each other.
You are everything to me, everything I could have hoped for in a partner and wife, and far more than I’d ever dared dream as my playmate. You are the one I will always come home to. In fact you are my home, it’s simply a shelter over our heads, because my home is in your heart.
I love you, and don’t be surprised if someday there’s a bit more than just 28 days of Serafina – next time I do this it’ll be 365!
The Art of Slavery I not only enjoy photography, I also enjoy playing with photographs … By that, I mean I like to use image editors, illustrators, and the occasional Photoshop technique to turn my photography into something more akin to artist’s renditions.
Today is the 27th day of my 28 day tribute to my wonderful slave (and wife) Serafina.
To be honest, I’ve probably got another solid month or two of great photos in my archives. Photography is a favorite hobby of mine, especially since I purchased a Nikon D7000 a couple of years ago, my first digital SLR. Between the slave and I, we’ve shot 7000 images over a 2 year period. Although they all…
I’m a dominant. I’m also a sadist. Give me the power to control, that’s all the dominant wants. The sadist brings an entirely different pallet of desires to the table.
I love to create sensations. Sometimes the sensations are totally pleasurable. I love giving orgasms.
Of course, I love delivering sensations that aren’t quite so obviously pleasurable too.
It’s about finding the thin line,…
Lost and alone on some forgotten highway
Traveled by many, remembered by few
Lookin’ for somethin’ that I can believe in
Lookin’ for somethin’ that I’d like to do with my life
There’s nothin’ behind me and nothin’ that ties me
To somethin’ that might have been true yesterday
Tomorrow is open, right now it seems to be more
Than enough to just be here today
And I don’t know what the future is…
I’m sure that everyone who’s been following along with my February Photo Fest entries knows by now that I dote on my slave.
Serafina truly spoils me, that I cannot deny. I rule the roost, and she empowers it all with her service. So, to my eye, it’s only right that she’s spoiled in return.
One way I spoil her is with corsets. The running joke, started by my friend Alpha, is that I’ll only stop buying corsets when my slave/wife has a different one for every day of the month.
In my defense, I’m only a little over a third of the way there. A quick accounting of Serafina’s wardrobe found a baker’s dozen, thirteen corsets in all.
I also indulge her in her training and play. As Serafina was transitioning from being my submissive to being my slave, I brought in my friend Alpha to lend a hand in her training. Alpha is a true gentleman dominant, as well as being a great friend.
Yes, he’s an invaluable aid in her training, but to be honest she’s already a very good slave. She’s grown and learned so much over the last couple of years, it’s sometimes hard to say where she can still realistically improve.
So, if for no other reason than the fact that we enjoy inviting Alpha to be an accomplice in my plans for Serafina, he’s a regular guest in our adventures. What are good friends for, right?
I’d like to add that the pose in today’s feature phot,o isn’t posed at all. The downward cast of her eyes, the hands clasped behind her back, that’s not something she puts on for show, it’s just classic Serafina. The picture’s a candid shot.
The coy/demure smile my slave flashes in the gallery (left) is classic Serafina too. What can I say? My wife’s a corset cutie!
Corset Cutie I’m sure that everyone who’s been following along with my February Photo Fest entries knows by now that I dote on my slave.