The Art Of Conversation

How odd that my 100th post would be about how I don’t suck dick.

I hadn’t even realized it until today. I woke up thinking about how things were and how they are now. I know things change, and I’m really trying to look for the benefit in the changes.

I know that for all my life I will be labeled two things that will always follow me until the day I die.

1 I’m of African decent (here in American that means I’m Black).

And

2. I’m a Woman.

That is what the world sees. Anything else, the world wants to know about me will have to  begin with a conversation. I think the art of meeting someone and having a conversation is being lost. I was recently introducted to someone. by a friend who thought I might enjoy. They have a thing for canes as do I.

My friend used our names in her introductions. Then this funny thing happened which I’m seeing more and more. The young lady went on to (for lasck of a better term) reintroduce herself. She starts to list all these things about herself.

She’s polyamorous, a top to somebody ( I didn’t get his name) and bottoms to someone else( I didn’t get her name) she’s a bondage and cane slut (whaterver that is?) and she’s into latex, leather and someother things I was not really listening. Oh, and she’s a boi to …

This went on for a good five minutes, okay maybe less, but they are miuntes I will never get back. When her lips finally stopped moving I joked, ”you forgot to mention if you’re left or right handed?”

She didn’t find it funny, she explained that she was just telling me about herself, introducing herself.

But, that’s just it, more and more it seems to me that people in the “scene” don’t introduce themselves they advertise. What ever happened to finding out about someone through conversation.We already knew something about each other, since the person that originally introduced us told each of us that she wanted to introduce us to one another, we have something in common. That something was canes.

But after hearing the list, do I really want to take the time to get to know her?

The fact that she used polyamorous in that list. Well, that a different post. 

I really wanted to and that may be my lost. While sitting with the girls, I sat silent, just listening to her talk about her life, which was the list. I kept telling myself talk to her, say something. But I can’t help but wonder who and or why does she have this list/lable for herself?

Which made me think of Alexandre Dumas’ great line in the story The Man In The Iron Mask. ”I wear the mask, the mask does not wear me.”

Until next time Perverts

Part 1 of a post that probably has nothing to do with post 2,but does have to do with the Service post

My last post got me thinking about a conversation I had with some ladies at the circle. We were discussing some things we wanted to learn and some things we have learned. One sister wanted to learn how to flog with both hands. It may sound real simple, but there is a bit of art to it. so, we started talking about the different ways it can be done. And trying to brain storm when something like this can be taught. In the middle of the conversation someone said, “yeah I was canning this guy and he kept saying your so good at this.” She said she was a bit insulted, and we all could agree.

 

Why?

 

Here’s the thing.

 

It can be looked at this way. A woman is in labor, the doctor instructs her to push, the baby is delivered then, what is called the afterbirth is extracted. That’s it, there’s no manual that comes out, no cliff notes. Just the baby, you’re on your own. You may drag your ass to Barnes and Noble to get a book written by some guy named Dr. Spock, but your best bet if you’re lucky is get with some women who have experience.

 

Back to main point.

 

Learning different skills take time, energy and willingness. You also have to find someone who has the time, energy and willingness to teach you.

This is where my last post comes to into play. It takes a lot of work and sometimes money.

 

Let’s do aVH1 behind the music with the group TLC, the episode when left eye breaks their money down and how at the end they had to file for bankruptcy.

 

First I have to put in the work to find someone I want to learn [add skill here]. That takes time.

 

So I find someone.

 

Then negotiations begins:

 

Am I going to have to pay to learn?

Where will the [add skill here] be taught? They call the shots with this.

I may have to put in some travel time. I can assure any one who wants to learn a skill I’ve never learned anything in a dark ass dungeon.

Which begs the question, will our schedules allow for the training. Again, they call they shots.

 

Some other things to think about.

 

If I have someone not a problem, but if I don’t, do they know someone?

–if I don’t have anyone this cause a problem. If they have someone, are they willing to let me practice on their property?—

–if they don’t have anyone, are they willing to find a person that’s willing? Or do I have to find someone?—

 If they know of someone, great.

Which opens up more negotiations. And of course adds to the scheduling.

 

After all of this, the training begins. The one training (the Master) decides when I’m good enough to leave the nest. Depending on frequency of the training, it could be anywhere form a month to six months again the Master calls the shot. And sometimes the person you’re practicing on.

 

Now with all that said and done. There comes a time were you might come across me and we hit it off. You like being flogged, I like flogging. We plan a day to get together and you show up. You show up on time and well groomed. Thanks, but you also show up empty handed. Why? Because you expect that I would have floggers.

And I do, along with spending time and energy learning how to flog. I also spent money buying that which I like. Floggers go for $100.00 to $150.00 all the way to $200.00 depending on what you like and who you purchase from.

 

So the next time you’re talking with someone about what you like, and they say I love doing that too. Remember they have invested in themselves, time energy and money. and you happen to be getting some of the benefits of their investment.

 

So on your part be engaging, flirt, moan groan have a hard on anything, to let the person know you’re enjoying yourself and help them enjoy it as well. After all you just lying there after showing up empty handed.

 

 

 

 

So, yeah we’re good.

 Until next time Perverts-Make it work-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

      

Godzilla

Last night I had a dream.

 

I sometimes have trouble sleeping, which seemed to have gotten better in the past weeks. But last night I was restless. When I finally went to sleep I dreamt I had tied someone over my bed, I turned to look at the canes that hang on the wall deciding which one to use, which I thought was funny, since they all would give me the desired result. I remember thinking that I miss my English style cane, the one with the curved handle. I picked the cane I got as s gift from Mistress Nona. I leaned on the bed to whisper something in their ear. “This is going to hurt.” And I could hear them moan, not that they were gagged just a pair of my panties in their mouth.

 

A little light tapping along the ass and thighs, I upped my speed a little, then a little more. Soon the only thing I could hear was the sound of the cane moving through the air and hitting its target and the continued moans of the person. I could see from the light coming through my bedroom window that welts were rising. I looked at my handy work. By now the room was hot with the smell of sweat and pain. (If pain has a scent). I leaned again on the bed and asked, “are you done?” I could smell that they were sweating and trying to control their breathing through their nose. “I’ll take your silence as a no.” and I could hear the cane again moving through the air and hitting its target.

 

In the dream I could feel that my arm was getting tiered and I wanted to stop but I couldn’t, well I didn’t want to.

 

I woke up because I felt the sheets were wet. My first thought was, did I pee the bed? My arm was hurting (had feel asleep) and I had been sweating so much that the sheets were wet. I thought I had a wet dream, but at my age that would be a stretch. I was light headed as I got up to get some water. While sitting on the edge of the bed I had a cigarette and thought, I’ve got to whip some ass soon or I might turn into Godzilla trampling Japan.

 

  Until next time Perverts