Photo 12 Nov 298 notes To me, rituals and mediation are tools to help you achieve the mindset you want, the clarity to get there and help you find and focus on your own solutions.

To me, rituals and mediation are tools to help you achieve the mindset you want, the clarity to get there and help you find and focus on your own solutions.

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Gizemli bir suskunluğun dargın diliyim.Kan gülleri büyütürüm Sabır saksılarında..Şükrü Erbaş

Gizemli bir suskunluğun dargın diliyim.
Kan gülleri büyütürüm Sabır saksılarında..

Şükrü Erbaş

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Photo 18 May 5,152 notes his-blithe-handmaid:

groceriesforhatch:

At first glance, I chuckled at this image. However, more seriously, as a submissive, there have been men (and yes, ‘real’ dominants) who believe a submissive is a free prostitute, to be treated as he desires with no appreciation of her as a woman, just holes to be filled. No. A submissive is a private whore for Him. It is not her job to serve, rather, her desire. Therein lies the difference. 

This little whore will  be treated like a lady in public, recognized as a woman with a strong mind and life bursting with friends and hobbies. Privately, I am nutured by Him, crafted and trained to become his concept of a perfect little whore. This is done together, as a couple—and by my will to serve Him, not because I have to, but because I want to…

Be aware that the wrong approach will merely garner disdain. For as sweet as I may be, as meek as my devotion makes me—not E/everyone gets to enjoy my gift. Never. Never is it free or a game.

his-blithe-handmaid:

groceriesforhatch:

At first glance, I chuckled at this image. However, more seriously, as a submissive, there have been men (and yes, ‘real’ dominants) who believe a submissive is a free prostitute, to be treated as he desires with no appreciation of her as a woman, just holes to be filled. No. A submissive is a private whore for Him. It is not her job to serve, rather, her desire. Therein lies the difference.

This little whore will be treated like a lady in public, recognized as a woman with a strong mind and life bursting with friends and hobbies. Privately, I am nutured by Him, crafted and trained to become his concept of a perfect little whore. This is done together, as a couple—and by my will to serve Him, not because I have to, but because I want to…

Be aware that the wrong approach will merely garner disdain. For as sweet as I may be, as meek as my devotion makes me—not E/everyone gets to enjoy my gift. Never. Never is it free or a game.

Text 16 May Sacrifice

Sacrifice soaked in submission

struggling to subue the glisten

glazing my far-sighted eyes

hope has yet to be a friend of mine


feeble, weak and miniscule

bones bound by woven rules

kept confined by my own horizon

i’ll ask why as soon as i find Him


i waste no time discovering

songs i wasn’t taught to sing

there’s only one type of harmony

and when you leave,

you’ve left eternally


repeat victim of circumstance

no resources come by chance

put no faith in fairytales


custom cut to fit these corners

wondering, who would mourn her?

if she left this place behind

willing to break her heart

if it’d free her mind


hearts are such a treacherous thing

no longer trust the advice it brings

logic has always saved me from

whatever reason has left undone


then i heard a boy who a sang a song

lyrics i wrote before he came along

with promises he filled my hands

lead me far away from my homeland

i followed his lead

right into the sea

and all the ways i’d known to stay afloat

thrust and rushed right down my throat


how could i go back home

carrying what i now know

why not try something new

that i hadn’t the courage to


i’ve always felt this fire

yet never touched its flames

like smoke i’m rising higher

the longer i embrace its change


i pledge, i’m on the edge

of something great

who is normal to discriminate?

discouraged, you say i’m borderline

and you cringe

as i straddle each border i find


my colors have always been a bit darker

don’t want to blame that on my father

consider please, the probability

that i didn’t need a reason

just an opportunity


shoveling and sifting through my earth

finding things that masked their worth

even flowers push thru dirt to bloom

my maker alike

placed my heart behind my womb


i was born out and within pain

no longer searching for its name

release restraints tradition placed

no longer inhibited by its pace


thankful that what’s been taken

is only everything i had to lose

all the things that held me back

replaced by the freedom to choose

to choose the who that holds me down


wholly human, i will still surely sin

accepting my punishment for them

their bruises will surely fade in time

but fear

will never again be a friend of mine

Text 15 May 8 notes A Sub’s Mission: Back to Basics

A Sub’s Mission: Back to Basics

 Without getting too deep into all related factors that have led me here, the short story is: somewhere along the line I lost my sense of pride in being owned and being a slave became more of a  burden instead the comfort I once knew it to be. Changes in me, changes in my relationship, work, kids, stress, pride, hormonal imbalances, loneliness in my lifestyle, fatigue, depression, peer influences, mix in some good ole fashioned bad attitudes and here I am. And guess what? I fucking miss it….badly. I can’t deny that it IS a part of me. I also can’t help but feel like a failure. I failed my Master and I failed myself. I don’t do well without it; I just need to find my balance. My Master hasn’t been happy either and it’s taking its toll. Master’s other slave has reminded me what it used to feel like. Now, I want that for myself again and for my Master. So, it’s back to basics to begin with. Unfortunately, I have some personal, deep running, hard to break character traits that have been set in me for a long time and seem to always get in the way: I’m overwhelmed easily, don’t take criticism well, defensive, moody (<-blood sugar), it’s not always what you say – it’s how you said it, forgetful, I stay pretty tense and keep myself too well guarded. You can imagine how these traits don’t fit into the slave I want to be.

Master asked me to make a list of 7 submissive acts that I enjoy to start implementing in my daily routine. These are my seven:

1. Dressing Orders – picking my clothes for me to wear

2. Eating Orders (not disorders) – diet restrictions or simple direct orders for meals

3. Addressing with proper title, happily – remembering to say Sir and not get ‘huffy’

4. Sending Pictures upon request/order – at the drop of a hat, showing what I am doing or flashing a body part just for fun

5. Wearing an everyday collar – whether be necklace or bracelet or anklet, something on me that reminds me who I am

6. Morning or evening rituals – forming a routine of tasks to be followed without fail

7. Pain tolerance building exercises – finding my sub-space in spankings and other misc. pain experiences.

So, now I need help. I would love for any advice on how I can tame my pride and learn to take criticism for what it is – helpful, and not be so defensive about however I receive it. Also, any other ideas as to some daily submissive activities to enjoy are welcome.  I can lack in imagination at times!

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