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I remember watching the original Addams Family and finding something that “made me feel funny” about Gomez and Morticia as “a mommy and daddy”. This was definitely one of those moments that brought it all together in the new ones 🤘🏾😻🤘🏾😋🤘🏾...like: oh, *uncomfortable yet aroused pause* ... Oh! 😳 lol

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I’ve gone back to D4DDY BL4CK, which always had 4’s in the place of A’s. And, now that the United States is in great disarray at the hands of President number 45, I feel even greater compelled to fully embrace the symbol and symbolism or “44” at every turn, on every level. #WakandanGotham #D4DDYBL4CK #WickedGrinz #MANGO

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How quickly we (mostly Men) forget that this Life is not just about sex… It’s about discipline. It’s about desire. It’s about fundamental needs. We (Men and often women) think of the sexual aspects, I believe, because it can tap into the primal craving. A place that modern society tells us is inappropriate and “sinful”. When in reality, the act of sexuality is essentially one of the very first impulses of adulthood. Possibly The First. Eating, Drinking and Waste are clearly the first. How to Kill food and How to Breed/Repopulate our species, I imagine (which comes first) are based on where you come from. So, how to fuck…the act of fucking… and the pleasure derived from the act are even more natural than the so-called societal standards that we primarily live under. All that said, it makes perfect sense that as soon as we learn this “taboo” lifestyle, the mind and body immediately divert to, possibly even crave, the most pleasurable Freedom. Sexuality. But BDSM is really as much about Order, Structure and Discipline more than anything else. For without Order, Structure, Discipline and Consequence, we as people often find ourselves spiralling until we find collision. So, it is important to remember… It’s not just about the Sex. Even when that is our popularised go-to. Its so much deeper.

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I remember that well actually. It was fairly early on. I was still trying out My Dom Pants, so I had to deliver. And you were a proper kitten afterwards, as it should be.

reminds me of when I answered Daddy with “What?” @wakandangotham

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Hmmmm.... Yes 😈

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I forgot to post this weeks ago, but it is my current mindset. You will probably see it often reblogged here.

Decide what you want. Believe you can have it. Believe you deserve it and believe it’s possible for you. And then close your eyes and every day for several minutes, and visualize having what you already want, feeling the feelings of already having it. Come out of that and focus on what you’re grateful for already, and really enjoy it. Then go into your day and release it to the Universe and trust that the Universe will figure out how to manifest it.

Jack Canfield

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Hehehehe.... just cuz... 😁😁😁 💞

A little less longing and brooding... How 'bout a giggle or three? Hmmm...?

Basically how I expect Beyoncé King to start

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I like sodomizing your sweet mouth after making your tender parts hurt, and then comforting you and reading to you as you roll in that haze of endorphins and wet sex and lingering swollen arousal.

Original writing © ThePoeticSir 2017   (via thepoeticsir)

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(via herxxxseduction)

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I remember when I was Dom, ALL THE TIME. I remember when I was an aspiring Dom, ALL THE TIME... I remember when I bought my little baby Oscars. I read fiercely. Studied all I could find about creating, about replicating, their native environment. About how it was important, or at least a nice touch, to create a home that looked and felt like their natural habitat. That's where I am a bit lost in the previously referenced "muscle memory". The office, is technically "Ours", but there is nothing of Mine/Me there. The new room in the beautiful house in SF, is still Not Mine, so it's hard for me to Be Me. I Am a Dominant Male again, in My Heart. But my Brain... doesn't have what it needs to help my heart refertilize My Soul. For Now, that's what I have Tumblr for. But I need MORE, I need...for starters, time and a place to handle my cane and my flogger. I need, to be free of distractions to FEEL and to TASTE their Flesh...their Saliva... their Juices. In this very moment, while the door is open...I still bear the weight of the chain...but I am so very, very, close....

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It was less than 24 hours for me to go from King to captive. I'm almost out. But time spent here is debilitating. What's crazy is, the baby's mama has actually been equally as productive in my absence. I don't know if she is consciously aware, or even acknowledges the facts, for the continued Illusion of Happiness. 26 and a half hours... I physically can't breathe and am having a bitch of a time sleeping. What's most fucked up.... Is I recognize this feeling. As frightening and life-threatening as it feels in this moment. It's so familiar. Like this has been an acceptable living condition for years now. The girls make me happy. Restarting the life that was so abruptly and deceptively interrupted. Returning to My natural state. Although, at times I feel like I'm falling short still. I am also keenly aware that it is... Like the Facehugger, a state of sensory deprivation. No sight. No natural breathing. Sort of a coma-like state. Keeping me breathing... Hoping that I finally surrender to the host. Eh, but I spent the first 30 years of my life in a similar state....And now, I have beautiful and strong antibodies to help fight. Now...it's about getting those muscles moving again...

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JOURNAL ENTRY #4b

Another Thought and Goal for the current distance situation.

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JOURNAL ENTRY #4a

And Oldie but a Goodie. Actually... more like an Awesome-ie 😂😂 Particularly in these long distance scenarios. How dedicated are you? To what end can you... To what end would you, realistically demonstrate that dedication?

@grimmlen @vivistark @cruelscreams

Requires more pain, but submissions of you doing this will earn my attention if you do it right.

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JOURNAL ENTRY #3 I stumbled/rediscovered this little ditty the other day. So fitting for My babies. So perfect for My goals and direction. Kindred spirits, like souls that have stayed connected. Almost hilarious, because I started watching American Gods last night, that I met each of you on IMVU. And have managed formed such deep bonds, that continue to grow stronger, spanning nearly 10 years now.

If you’re not familiar with the reference. In a nutshell: American Gods essentially personifies the Gods and Dieties that our civilization has been built on. It also personifies modern technology. And a war is being waged between the New Young Gods (Technology), and the Old Gods (Faith and Religion).

The chuckle is, after watching the first 4 episodes, how I have managed to find genuine Love, Support and Faith (initially) through Modern Tech. And the “Traditional Relationship” that I have attempted to nurture, feels as if it was dead before it ever really breathed it’s first breath. Before it ever really took it’s first steps. But I did not kill it. I tried very hard to love it. To treat it. To take care of it as soon as it left the womb. But I did not destroy it. The short comings of the Old Gods… Our failed Parents, who all “did the best that they could” are responsible for the blithe that fouled this soil, and the toxins that fouled these waters. I have always strived to return to some of the old ways (polyamory, is but one example). Yet marvelled and welcomed evolution and creativity…

I sucked it up “For The Kids”. The kids are great, but Dad is nearly damaged beyond repair. But My role as Dominus and Daddy. Being Believed in, Not Molded. Manipulated. Mentally and Emotionally fed upon… I feel like a Person again. I feel Hungry again. I feel Strong again. I am… Grateful. And prepared to grow… like a proper Lotus from all this murk and mud.