So you Think you Deserve a Collar?

Collaring is a physical representation of a D/s or M/s relationship. It is equated to a wedding ring for some and basically that weird concept I understand called a friendship ring for others.  So there is no all encompassing definition that fits all.

I have discussions about my position on collaring. So I will address it here...

For me collaring is representing me and my dynamic. It is honor, prestige and respect. To me it says that you are mine and a part of me and the future. It isn't something that comes easy or quick. It is based on learning, understanding, accepting, trust, ability to follow and the committed passion to the dynamic.

The desire and ability to become collared is not for everyone. It may be something that was never wanted, something that is out of their ability to trust and or understand or just something that is not part of their available ability or skill set.

Some Dominants have a very specific and set amount of time before they will think about collaring their sub or slave. At that point they evaluate if the person is actually on track to being collared or ready.

My journey into collaring does have a time span where a sub or slave will have the chance to learn, show and grow. It is on the low end 2 years. But at that point if I feel that there is still ability there or more things to learn with the probability to be collared then that will be extended until it is shown that they are ready or that they won't be ready.

What are the things that are important to me for collaring?

• Alignment of wills
• Commitment
• Dedication
• Adaptability
• Passion

The journey is not easy. It will be filled with trials, tribulations and learning.  And that is on both sides of the slash. Not just one or the other. Because investing in each other in a dynamic requires those that actually want to be in a dynamic and have collaring involved to go through the pitfalls to strengthen and enhance their dynamic through it all.

So my question to those that are interested like I asked those I have conversed with is...

ARE YOU READY TO DO THE WORK TO BE COLLARED!

Poetic Uplift: Smiled Again

I smiled

the moment

that the connection became

self evident

where mutually exclusive

died it's personal death

I smiled

at the future

acknowledgement of

purposeful intent

excited commitment

I smiled

knowing that

the same radar wave

bounced back

I smiled

then I said thank you

thank you for the lining

in the darkness that held

prevalent

from the chocolatezeus collection 1/22/18 (c)

Just Be...a Moment in the Desecration of Zeus

The girls have said this a number of times. That is what I get for dealing with the same type when I am interested. But anyway. they have been saying it and I didn't really get it until the weekend.

That just don't work on anything Dont ask anything. Act like nothing is wrong type of stuff.

Where they do their things and enjoy whatever it is that they do and go about their merry way. And I just sit in the background somewhere and interact when it suits and fits.

So when things are turned off for me it allows them to have that. So yayy me for understanding and putting the Chronos protocol in effect. They will be able to enjoy their "just be" a whole lot more since it started last year.

The Path to the Desecration of Zeus is enlightened again

The Apparent Trend of Telling Me...GTFOH

Apparently there must have been a convention for the opposing gender last year or maybe it is a dna based property.  But folk trying to tell me how I think, feel act and what predict about me has gotten beyond ludicrous.

The funny part is none of them know me longer term. Or even long enough to actually get the card to be able to make moves like that. I especially are entertained by females that are on social media or in bdsm that may have interacted with me and think they can get reckless with their thoughts and mouth. But that was because I tried to do that gray area shit and got what I got from it. It is all good lesson learned.

Now that is not to say there isn't someone that can talk to me like that because they know me and have been cleared to be able to do that because of knowing me.

And folk trying to tell me when to use the word female instead of woman is hilarious on facebook. That shit right there still has me dying.


Well, another chapter in the life unscripted adventures.  Plus more coming. And the alternate spot definitely gives clarity.

You guys have a great weekend. Live it fully, directly and seize each moment.

Mic Check, Mic Check...Deep Six in Effect

Well the female parental unit made it through another surgery. Time to see what else is next up on the agenda with her still in the hospital.

I have stared into the abyss for a long time now. And now it stopped staring back at me. The solitude has ran away and now there is only the inferno.

I took a step back before I got married, but to a more evolved point. A tactical plan to deal with, survive and overcome this modern day.

Not much to express here. Radio silence still the best bet for most everything. Trust, dependability and reliability are higher premiums now.

Just me, myself and I with the musical beats that feed the ABM Beast.


Make those moves right now and don't let anyone deter you.

A Short: Desecration of Chocolate...the Beginning

I always loved her chocolate skin. The deliciousness that it inspired and her curves were the fine lines that make the dick rise.

She walked in with her usual casual sexiness. So I looked down upon her. Into those deep, dark eyes. Her full lips glistened. Begging for my attention. So I kissed and tasted their succulence.

I told her to strip. And she did what she was told. No doubt expecting us to have sex and play like always. But today I am here to destroy and break her. To take away her arrogance and safety and feed upon her fear and despair.

She stood there. In all her naked chocolate glory. Waiting. Awaiting what would be next.

I moved in close. Swiftly grabbing her by the throat to choke slam her to the floor. Startled and stunned she gasped. Tried to gain purchase on what just had happened. But the slaps to the face as I called her a worthless whore and slut took her away from thoughts of understanding.

Dragging her by her twists across the cold tile floor. I feel her squirming. Which only makes me pause to slap her harder. I reach my spot as I grab a handful of her hair and put her in a reverse choke hold. Smiling at her gasps for needing breath. Whispering, "where is that dominating attitude of yours now?" I keep the pressure on until you begin the stage of passing fully out. Then I let you fall to the floor.

As you lay there I grab the red rope. Tying your titties up nice and tight. Each one tied separately around and around. Attaching the magnetic clamps on each side of each nipple. The pain flares up inside you awakening your sterilizing pain.  As you reach to pull the tope and take the clamps off you feel your titties and nipples pulled hard and fast toward the ceiling. As I tie the rope to the beam in the ceiling. You feel the strain of breast tissue and nerves being pulled and pulled deeply. your screams and tears fall upon me like cheers.

"Spread your legs now bitch!" is all that I say as you obey. To be met with a rough slap to the pussy. As my hand cups and then squeezes your pussy lips you are confused whether to moan or scream. As I pull the pussy lips apart and slap your clit. You jump expectantly.  Attaching the butterfly clamps to each pussy lips you squirm. I laugh and slap you in the face again. Making the tension on your nipples and tittles intensify again. You whimper. Only to dream again in earnest as your pussy lips are pulled separately to the sky as I attach the chained butterfly clips to the spreader bar.

You begging, "please Daddy, please" as I just watch you swinging. Tits pulled hard and taught. Chocolate veins showing prominently. Or the distended pussy lips praying up to me. You want it to stop but this is just the beginning....




The start of some short story writing. Will see the feedback before I continue.

Poetry: Are you able?

Are you able?

Are you able to?

Accept and understand

Without trying to do a plot twist

To have your own way

Control the Altered Beast

Are you able to?

Listen to what I speak

Instead of using your interpretation

With prepared notations

To attempt to tell me

How I feel

What I think

How it is wrong according to the way you think

Are you able to?

Wait..

You claimed you didn’t do these things

Are you that deep into your misrepresentation?

Or did you just believe your hype

Knowing that it wasn’t right

Are you able to?

Just be true to what you claimed from the beginning

Leave behind therapeutic analyzations

Or gender based malnourished thinking

Damn

I guess you showed me

From the chocolatezeus collection  1/14/18  ©

Beast Mode Poetry: Masochist Assassination

Masochist Assassination

I slightly turn my head

The only acknowledgement

That you entered the room

You know what to do

Stand there until I acknowledge you

I rise to look you in the face

A sneer upon my face

The choke begins

As you gasp

The blade of the knife touches your clavicle

Slicing through your shirt and bra

As you gasp

I finish cutting through your jeans and panties

As the cold air stings your skin

Your chokehold begins

Gasp bitch, gasp

You want that next breath

My soft whisper in your ear

As the depravation mask slips over your head

I am going to kill you

Each slap to the head

Staggering and disorientating you

Your arms snatch above your head

Your instinctive struggle receives

A punch to the solar plexus

You struggle to breathe

As your wrists are cuffed and you hang completely

Intermittent strikes

Between paddle and vampire gloves

Buildup of pain all over

Ass smack

Ass smack

You think the respite has begun

As the sting of each whip swing

Permeates every inch of your body

Letting the knife slice in

Leaving my marks

My design

My name

Upon your back

Fully carved in

Hang there

Trying to breathe and just catch your breath

Feeling the flow of blood

Over dried blood stains

Body bursting in pain

Then

The cold splash came

As pain flares up in every

Mark and cut sustained

Stinging and sizzling

I wish you could hear my laughter

At your screams

Single tail dances upon you

Cuts opening like rose gardens

Your nerve endings blossom anew

The tears flow

From beneath the mask

To drop upon amply marked

Tits

Your nipples clamped

Tightly in pain and suction

The sjambok

Makes the crescendo

As your screams

Reach the pitch and level that I need

Sobbing uncontrollably

Your chest heaves in

Absorbent distress

I lick my lips

Remove your hood

Wait for your adjustment to the light again

Kiss your forehead

That is Daddy’s

Good whore

Good little bitch

His little masochist

From the chocolatezeus collection  1/14/18  ©

Poetry: Revolve Her

Revolve Her

Are they

Interchangeable

Completely the same

Diversified quality exchange?

Smooth bore

They fit

But their caliber

Is circumspect

Being involved with them

Is lie Russian roulette

But this is part of life

The things that I need

Whether it is

Click or spin

The next chamber will explode

With something completely different

Are the differences

Positive or negative?

Damn

I miss that

One Shot, One Kill

Action

From the chocolatezeus  collection  1/12/18  ©

Poetry: You Are the Reveal

You Are the Reveal

Feelings and emotions

Destructively

Crash

Smash

Thrash

Upon the beach of

My heart, soul and mind

As I turn to look

Share and confide

To see you

Remember your past responses

Reminded

Oh never mind

From the chocolatezeus collection 1/10/18  ©

Decisions When Terminal Velocity Has Stopped

Decisions
Decisions
Decisions

This ordeal with the hospital and folks definitely has bene one for the books. Things are not getting better. So just dealing with everything here, there and everywhere.

Eye opening moments from the beginning of this year definitely. Emotional and physical effects. Compartmentalization in effect. Warp speed ahead.

moments of disinfected elations

quantum leaps into the distant abyss

sealed with memories of moments

even a kiss

russian roulette 

with no bullets missing

bang

bang

the death knell tolls

smoking bullet holes

as everything is left

dangling

swiss cheese

remnants of the

heart

Some unique conversations.

I have had to laugh at people and their poly ways. I am still going to do my own thing and my way regardless of their feminist following ways.

Standing here alone I can only know that this is where things ended up being.  I know from whence I came. And I know all that I have destroyed coming into this year.

Better place.
Better moment.
Better me.


Have a good one and make the most out of what you have going on.


Once more upon the ramparts amid the bloody bodies is where I remain.

Yaayyy, for snow at the beach

Yes, it snowed here at the beach. I hadn't seen it like this since Chocolate Doll and I were here visiting. But damn it was beautiful and I have enjoyed every bit of it.

female parental unit still in the hospital. Nobody in or out of the hospital still since they put it on lock down yesterday. So she is there by herself. This stuff with the hospital will still be dealt with.

I have sat back and absorbed everything since I hit the red button at the end of last year.  Distance has become the living heart beat. And the silence has become life's existence.

My leg is better so I don't need to cut that off still. lol

Working on things and making it happen amid the natural disasters that are going on.

So I chuckle. Prepare and take things as they are.

Let me watch Under the Red Hood and Batman & Superman Apocalypse.


Love
Life
Being Me and only Me



Have a blessed one and love those who actually love you

The Last Shots of 2017

I have thank all those that contributed the good and the bad. Those that I have met in all the travel this year and those that I just met.

As I finish up another bottle and work on a new one to bring in the year I have reflected, I have dealt with the loss, understood why people have to be moved like a fire sale and laughed at some great memories.

I have been drinking and smoking like crazy pretty much since I got back from texas and got over losing my leg and my life.

As I deal with the parental units and the situation here I will say that I hope you take your mortality and those you choose to be involved with or care about  seriously for whatever you have with them is worth.

I am ready for the next chapters.

The new additions.
Back to traveling like I use to.
Strength in me and those that actually have a real connection with me.
And prospering through this adversity.


As I flip through the picture collage of the good times this year. I will say thank you again for your participation.

And strap in because 2018 is going to be a wild, vicious, dangerous, No Holds Barred ride. So beware. And if need be follow the exit signs now.



Happy New Year and have a great one.


PSSINTA