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Excerpt from DameTylerRose’s upcoming novel DREAM ON (expected in May).

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“How may I please you, Empress?” he asked.

“With your mouth and your hands until I can’t cum anymore.”

He smiled and hopped to his feet. “That could take hours.”

“Indeed,” she replied, dropping the slinky nightgown onto the floor.

She sat on the edge of the bed, bringing a foot up to open herself. He looked on that wet flesh, reached a hand down to stroke up her t high, his mouth following.

“My Empress, with my mouth and hands, I worship you. I offer my body for use in your private pleasure,” he said.

Kisses up her thigh, hands soft and sliding over her skin. She was flush and plump in the labia. Slick and shimmering, with clitoris rising thick and round from its folds as his fingers parted the top half of her labia. Shew as still lush from her recent pregnancy, with full breasts and rounded belly.

He was delightfully skilled, and knew he was hitting the right spots when she needed to lie back on the bed. He pushed her knees far up and held them open as the Dragon would do. Channel shortened, his tongue delved deep into her to find and stimulate the textured G-spot behind her pelvic bone.

He loved the taste of her ejaculate, and knew how to make her squirt repeatedly. Her low groan and sudden shudder spurred him to more intense sucking down on her fattened clit. He gave her another good, hard cum that had her gasping for breath.

“Get up here. I need a cock,” she said a good 90 minutes into his attentions.

He didn’t have to be told twice. He could count on one hand the number of times his cock had known her. Always her anus. Always when her husbands were unavailable. Always with him on his back and she facing away. He was a disembodied cock for her to sate herself on, thrilled to be exactly that.

A slap of lubricant applied to his cock by her unkind hand and she was already lowering herself. Minute penetration of the tip, slowly up and down, taking millimeters more each time until she had cracked herself open. Jozef was not to help her by lifting his hips. Was not to participate at all. He couldn’t help his throaty roan, however. The reaming of two vigorous husbands had done nothing to stretcher her anus. Every single time, she’d been just as tight around him as ever.

Her muscles gripped tighter still as she began to ride. Long minutes he wished would never end as she rocked forward and back to take him all the way.

“I need harder,” she said, and was off him to put her face to the foot of the bed. “Fuck my ass hard as you can.”

Jozef said nothing, not about to ruin his moment. She’d never given this order before. He’d never been allowed to pump his hips toward her. He penetrated the same way she impaled herself, with repeated shallow strokes that deepened until he was stripping her out his whole length.

“Harder, dammit!”

He obliged, recognizing well those cries he made come from her. Many times, he had heard them under Dorn’s force, or the Dragon’s. She was a relentless, demanding lover. Insatiable and dynamic, like no woman he had known.

His climax nearing, knowing damn well he could not stop it, he used Jerome’s secret weapon of a trick. Left arm under her chest, he pulled her upright. Other hand reaching down, he rubbed hard over her clitoris with first and second fingers. That little sink, as her gut clenched, and her arms and legs pulled in out of her control. She locked in place, unable to move, and his climax erupted into her. He gave in to those last jerking spurts, knowing the lurching of his body would make her last orgasm all the more intense.

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About the Author

TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She’s been doing this BDSM stuff for 30 years in private and more than 10 years in public venues. 

She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and twenty fiction books that you can find on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can find more of her work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828
FB Fan Page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseGethis/

She enjoys crochet, coffee, and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

Wonu, Eyes Opened

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“Mind if I get a bottle of tequila?” he asked Adelaide.

“No, go ahead. You know which ones are copies, right? Take one of those.”

“I do. I’ll be right back,” he kissed her, and took the wide path around to the side of the portico so as not to interrupt the band. 

The billiards and recreation room, a gift from the Lagara to the Dragaro on the day of their wedding, was to the left under the landing of the grand staircase. Two steps in and he froze on the spot with the sound of an implement cutting through the air and landing on flesh. A guttural cry. Female voice. He closed the door and took cautious steps forward until he could see the Lagara, furious curls spilled over the green felt surface, a strong hand around the back of her neck to hold her there.

Slice of air, smack of skin, her brief cry, eyes creased tightly closed. She flinched, but did not fight as she received one methodical strike after another. One hundred times, to Wonu’s count, and the implement clattered beside her. A metal pointer like any school master would have. A brutal implement at this force, having left bright red stripes on her skin. Wonu’s mouth went dry to know the pain she had just taken with such composure.

He’d had no idea…

The door behind him clacked, the bolt lock sliding into place. The hand holding her down slipped around the front of her neck to lift her part way.

“Come see, Rosaas Wonu. You have often begged to serve her sex. Come here and see what that really means.”

“Is she punished?” Wonu asked gravely, seeing the crisscross of welts across her upper back, buttocks, and down her thighs.

“Oh, no. She should have asked me first if she could perform, but I am very pleased she wants to sing for the people. I love to watch her and hear her. A whipping first has been our ritual for quite some time. It makes her hot and wet for me. Her puss will throb relentlessly. Especially if I do this.”

His hand disappeared between her parted thighs, under her knee length dress, and she keened a loud howl. Wetness shot from her to spray onto the floor, ran down the insides of her thighs. Wonu felt an internal heat like never before.

“Adelaide likes some rough treatment,” Hades said. “She likes some spank and a little of the rod. But my horny Immaculate is a more eager whipping post than any Gethinian slave you’ve ever watched. Aren’t you my horny cunt?”

“For you, Hades,” she managed to gasp.

“She hears nothing right now except the words I think to her. She sees nothing, eyes closed under my command. She doesn’t know you are here.”

His hand slid over her welted back as he lay her down again. He bent over to kiss her shoulder blade, fingers reaching into her skin to pull her wing shafts up. Her groan was low and loud, nipples bursting erect. Hades’ hands stroked firm around the bases, back and forth repeatedly.

“I hold her life in my hand. Literally,” he said, putting her down and pressing her wings into her until they were gone. “I can do absolutely anything I want to her and she will meet me there eagerly every time. I could drop her in the middle of ten men and she would wear them out long before she was satisfied. I could whip her for hours for a paying audience. Or I can rape her right here for an audience of one.”

Cock out, he impaled her ass in one piston of a thrust with both hands holding her tight to the green felt by her wing roots. She screeched and cried out, and, to Wonu’s astonishment, lifted herself onto her toes for more and tried to fuck him back.

“She is single-minded in her lust,” Hades said, and smacked the side of her welted thigh a blisteringly hard strike with his flattened hand. “A thing you did not experience those few days alone with her.”

She had yelped with the spank, tried to push up onto her forearms for better leverage. Hades came with a pummeling drive and a sharp groan. Cock back in his pants, he picked her up with an arm under her chest and another under her hips. He carried her, limp and breathless, to the nearest sofa and placed her to rest with her back to the room. Her pipe on its arm, he kissed her cheek.

“Sit with her,” he told Wonu. “She’ll be upright in a few minutes and ready to toke her pipe. Think on this: If you want to tend the welts and ease her lust, you will only ever be her slave. If you want to whip her more and keep her always in the greatest of need for her Masters, only then can you hope to rise to a position of authority within the Immaculate’s life.”

He walked out, door locking again behind him. Wonu sat opposite her, palm over his mouth, and digested what he had seen. What he still saw. Her back was thickly welted with yellow and red stripes. Ten minutes and she drew a sudden and long breath in through her nostrils. She pushed up, eyes snapping open, breasts swinging. Arms through the cap sleeves of her white dress, she was covered enough that no one would know. She saw him over her shoulder, eyes so like a vixen.

“Enjoy the show?” she taunted.

 

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From Dream On,  the 10th volume of my Kingdom Key series.

Read the rest here: 

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About the Author

TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. 

She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and twenty six fiction books that you can find on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can find more of her work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

Take My Feelings Into Consideration

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How many times do we see this comment from a sub: “he said he’d take my feelings into consideration…”

NEWSFLASH! Taking your feelings into consideration does NOT mean the dominant is going to do what you want him to do.

He considered your feelings. And he chose to do that which pleased him. Or made the decision that he felt is better overall for all involved and not just the one that appeases your own ego or makes you feel the most comfortable.

When talking with someone who may become your dom, bring this into the discussion.

Ask: “Exactly WHAT do you mean when you say you’ll take my feelings into consideration?” Ask the sticky questions. This is how compatibility is sorted out. This is how parameters of a relationship are sorted out.  

I’ll bet he’ll mean he’ll think on it but make the decision he feels best at that time, even if it’s not what you want. That means you’ll have to live with his decision. If you can’t live with an outcome other than the one you want, don’t be the s in a d/s relationship.

Ask: “Will my feelings be put aside and you’ll do whatever you’ll do even if it hurts my feelings?”

Again, I’ll say the answer will be “yes, if that’s what’s best at the moment.”

Can you live with your feelings being hurt? Can you live with your preference being set aside? Can you live with not getting what you want?

If you hear something you can’t live with, you have to speak up and say so…and walk away if there is no compromise to be had. I guarantee you the situation will happen and he will do as he said he would do. I see the same thing when it comes to poly. Dom says “I’m poly and will be looking for another sub” and the first sub doesn’t believe he’ll do it. When he does, she cries about it. I’ve literally seen women post in threads that “he said he would but I didn’t believe he’d do it.”

Trust me when I say that he will absolutely go after a second piece of ass and will absolutely make the decision he chooses to make whether you like it or not. If you go into this relationship knowing this is likely to happen and thinking you will be able to change his mind or, worse yet, you don’t believe he’ll actually do it, then you are setting yourself up to be hurt.

I read a question in a group. The sub said her dom had handed her an envelope and told her to hold the money for his friend. He got snippy with her when she asked if it was legit. Is this the kind of thing you can foresee and talk about before you get into the relationship? No. 

But think about it. If your dom asked you to hold some money, wouldn’t tell you why or for whom, what do you think you’d do? Is this a moment that is going to end your relationship? Or are you going to do it solely because you don’t want to lose him?

What if he asked you to hold a package but you couldn’t open it to see what was inside?
What if he said you’re not allowed to ask any questions?
What if he said that if you refuse, he’ll dump you?

Would you actually hand back the envelope or package and say “fine, I guess we’re through then. Have a nice life.” –?

Would you really? 

A lot of chicks say they would, but I think the number who actually would is extremely small. It’s easy to say in a discussion online “totes dump that dude!!!” when they’re not in your living/financial situation.

Fact of the matter is that so many people are so eager to be loved that they’ll do anything in order not to lose the relationship they have. Life is hard by yourself and we’ve been pounded all our lives with this notion that we have to have another person in order to be complete.

So how would you deal with that kind of ultimatum?

People are quick to say no dom should EVAR make a sub do ANYTHING that’s illegal. Facts of life are that it does happen. People are asked to do things that are a bit shady, rather underhanded. We like to think we’re so noble, but we’re just people like any other in that regard. There’s no “higher moral calling” just because we’re kinky.

Then there’s the people shouting about informed consent. You have to know everything! Well, that’s not how the world works either. 

Being the submissive means taking some things on faith. Is it risky? Of course. Things worth having take a certain measure of risk. 

You have to decide how much risk you are willing to take on. 

Only you can decide that.

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About the Author

TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and twentysomething fiction books.

FB Fan Page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseGethis/

Read her books on her Amazon page — https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2


You can also find more of her OP/ED work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

The Cottage

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“I’m not going to lay down a list of rules. You are an experienced slave, so you know what is acceptable. You know how to behave in private and in public,” he said quietly. “I do, however, want you to count how many times my hand meets your bottom. Not out loud. Count to yourself and when I ask, you tell me how many.”

“And if I’m wrong?” she asked.

“I‘ll correct you and give you another hundred. Are you ready?”

“Yes, please.”

“Did you attend a school of slavery?” he asked.

“I did.”

“Which one?”

“The Kaltman school in Hanton.”

Sir Phares nodded to himself. He knew of it. “And how did that school teach you to address the one to whom you submit?”

“As Sir, or by whatever form of address preferred by said dominant,” she said.

“Sir will do. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Still he did not bring his hand down on her bottom. Instead, he cupped and traced her buttocks, trailing a fingertip down the ridge of her closed thighs and up again to tease. With a nudge of his fingers, her thighs parted slightly and he could reach her pubic hair to tug.

“I like to tease my slave, keeping her in need at all times. I will arouse you before you sit to work, but not so terribly that you cannot type.”

“That helps me work, actually,” she smiled. “I go faster to be done for the day.”

“You work a set number of hours?” he asked, tracing the sensitive curve of her underarm.

“A set number of pages typed, unless it’s going very well. Or a whole chapter, depending on the length of the chapter.”

“I’m looking forward to watching you work.”

“I’m looking forward to this spanking. When you gonna get to it?” she quipped.

The hand closest to her head slipped under her shoulder and up the front of her throat until her jaw was cupped in his hand. He lifted her from her arms, lifted her so that her neck was stretched high and her head tilted backwards. Her breasts hung free, inviting a caress. He was tempted, but did not release her. He felt the short, hard exhale of the slave disciplined by unexpected action.

He brought her up farther, leaned in to be closer to her ear. He whispered. “In my own good time, slave.”

Keeping her as she was, he continued the teasing of her backside with light fingertips and gentle squeezes. 

“Others may hurry to the spanking but I do not. I prefer my slave be partially aroused before my hand comes down. Nothing I do is only to deliver pain. The female form is a delight unto itself, perfect no matter its shape or size. I will touch you at my leisure and you will let me. I will spank or flog you when I am ready and you will not ever prompt me again. Feel free to beg, however.”

Another moment and he told her to brace herself on her hands to hold position. She obeyed, insides quieted. She was almost ready to call him Master. He made her feel the slave within herself, made it come to the surface.

“Keep your head back,” he said, removing his hand from her jaw to slide down her throat and over her shoulder. 

It followed the curve of her ribcage to find her heavy breasts, to trace their curves and cup their weight. With a single caress to them, her nipples burst to erection. He stroked gently, teasing and tracing, feeling them harden with his stimulation. At long last he rolled one between finger and thumb, drawing a low moan from her.

His other hand fell to the fleshy curve of her left buttock, hard enough to jolt her but not enough to create more than a mild sting. He alternated, keeping his pace quick and force even. Cayna moaned softly, his fingers still toying with her nipples. She counted, enjoying the increasing burn to her behind.

“How many?” he asked, pausing to knead her warm bottom.

“One hundred sixty three.’

“That was your warm up. Now the real spanking begins. Continue the count where I left off.”

His hand fell harder, twice as fast, alternating as before. The sting of one did not fade before his hand returned to strike again. She whimpered, face pinching when the sting was more intense. Eventually she began to cry out briefly. He kept on. Four hundred…

His hand stopped and he watched her suck in ragged breaths. “How many, slave?”

“Four hundred eighty six,” she replied, almost adding the word Master. Her arms shook, nearly ready to give out as the haze of the slave’s dream space enveloped her.

“Hold yourself up,” he said, again kneading her bright pink bottom. “I’m not done with you yet.”

After a moment, he continued. She lifted her buttocks to meet his hand, sobbing without tears and desperately trying to keep count. Six hundred and ten…oh, it hurt so …so… wonderfully.

His finger slipped between her soaked nether lips to find her clitoris. She seized in orgasm, arms failing. She lay gasping for air, her body heaving over his lap.

“How many, slave?”

“Seven hundred and two,” she gasped, so close to calling him Master. If she said the word, it would be verbal acceptance of him as her Master and she would be his to command from that moment on.

“Is that the most you’ve ever taken in one sitting?”

“It is not, Ma—“  She clamped her mouth shut. Not yet. Not after one spanking.

Sir Phares heard the syllable and smiled to himself. He could have pressed the matter and made her say it; but more important to him was that she call him Master because she truly wanted to and recognized him as her Master. She would say it tomorrow for certain. Perhaps even later in the evening tonight. For now, he rolled his hand through her wetness to coat it on all sides. He slid all four fingers deep into her, delighting in her deepening, throaty moan. He tucked his thumb against his palm and curled his fingers and pushed into her gently. With patience, he worked his fist past the tight barrier of her pelvic bones. She gave a gruff, groaning moan and was very still. She gasped and moaned with the fullness.

Some he knew would twist or withdraw and push in again to fuck the slave with a fist. Sir Phares did nothing. He let his fist lay inside her, unmoving for minute after minute, watching as she opened her legs wide and lifted her rump. She was very responsive to gentle touches and patient insistence. He raised his arm to test her reaction. She lifted slowly to her knees. He pulled downward and she lowered herself, resting her head on his thighs. Not wanting to overdo, he relaxed his hand.

“Push me out, slave.”

Her muscles contracted and expelled his hand. Her grunt was loud and relieved and she shook visibly with the power of his possession.

“When is the last time you were fisted?” he asked.

“A couple years,” she gasped, eyes closed as she rested. The burning sting in her buttocks returned in full. She allowed it to do as it pleased, to throb in her breasts and mons.

“Have you thought on what to write?”

She laughed. “How can I think of such things with your fist in my puss?”

He stroked from neck to thigh, liking the way she gasped when his palm grated over her pinked behind. “I knew from your writings that you were a passionate wench. I underestimated you, though. I had expected you to be one who plays at being the slave. One who goes to the schools for basic research but doesn’t get involved beyond observation and the most rudimentary lessons. I’m sorry for my assumptions.”

She smiled, saying nothing.

“Was this enough for you to decide to accept me as Master?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” she sighed.

“Well, I have pledged to see that you eat well. Put on your dress and we’ll go into town for lunch.”

 

Excerpt from the short novel The Cottage 

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0030MIG8I

 

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About the Author

TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and twentysomething fiction books.

Twitter — https://twitter.com/DameTyler or @DameTyler
FB Fan Page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseGethis/

FB Regular page —  https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseAuthor

 

Read her books on her Amazon page — https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can also find more of her OP/ED work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

 

It’s Not A Crime To Enjoy A Strict Dynamic

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*Please note that this piece is not about tops and bottoms engaging in pick up play at a party. It’s about long-term, physically present relationships between life partners.

It’s no secret that I have strict definitions of things, and strict policies. There are some people who seem to think that’s a crime.

Ancients forbid a dominant have standards and expect their sub/slave to conform to them. OH NO! The submissive has to approve of those standards and if they don’t like something, then the dominant must be the one to change their expectations.

Just no. I don’t do submissive-led relationships. Not from either side of the slash. I’m from a point of view that it’s the sub who conforms to the wants of the dominant. To me, that’s the entire point of being dominant — to get what you want, how you want. And that’s the point of being the submissive — to turn one’s self over to the will and want of another person.

It’s what I lived for 30+ years, and continue to live now that I’m the dominant.

I could have 100 subs right now if I wanted.
I don’t have a single one because I’m not taking on every dude who writes me saying they want to serve me. Some of them are 2000 to 10,000 miles away and just want to be told how to play with their penis.

My standard is that I will not have a cam-relationship. I don’t skype. I don’t cam. I don’t kik. I don’t even like to text. None of that is going to be changing anytime soon, especially because it very quickly weeds out the online wankers who just want to yank their pud to free porn. I will not be free porn.

My standard is that they must be local to me and able to show up. Service must happen face to face. I’m not going to change that standard and take on someone I’m never going to meet and shake hands with.

When people say they want a punishment dynamic, they always mean spankings.
I don’t personally do punishment dynamics because I want someone who will stand there and take a beating because they LOVE IT as much as I do. Not because they were bad. Especially not because they pretended to be bad. I don’t do that funishment thing.

I want someone who intends to follow my rules and obey me.
I want someone who wants to please me.

I don’t want someone who expects they will break rules. My rules wouldn’t be that difficult. Breaking them would mean intentionally disrespecting me, more than anything else, and that I will not tolerate.

Being bad means they will NOT serve me that night. Punishment would be to be told to go home. Or outright dismissal from my service if it kept happening. One cannot safe word out of being told to go home. One cannot safe word out of being dismissed.

“You’re no longer my sub.”
“RED!!”

It doesn’t work that way.

Bottom line is this:
I want someone who consents to being submissive.
I want someone who consents to obeying.
I want someone who knows their place.
I want someone who is as serious about the roles of dom and sub as I am.

I don’t have to alter my own strict standards in order to have someone as my sub.

It’s okay to hold a strict point of view. There’s no crime in that. Others won’t like it, but that just means you’d never have a relationship with them in the first place.

So if you’re newish and having difficulty finding a partner because they don’t like your strict rules…first examine those rules to be sure they’re not unreasonable or impractical. Be sure you’re not shooting yourself in the foot in an act of self-sabotage with rules or standards can’t be met.

If they ARE reasonable, there’s no reason to change anything if you don’t want to. It just means there’s a particular type of sub/slave needed in order to fit with you. It’s that compatibility thing people are always yammering on about. This is what that word actually means.

You have your views and standards, and your partner holds those same views and aspires to those same standards.

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TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and twentysomething fiction books.

Twitter — https://twitter.com/DameTyler or @DameTyler
FB Fan Page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseGethis/

FB Regular page —  https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseAuthor

 

Read her books on her Amazon page — https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can also find more of her OP/ED work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

Peeper Punished

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“To be here is a very sad time for our Queen. She knew love up on Mother Mountain. She had a mother and a father and a man she was going to marry. Her only blood family now is her sons. You know what it is like to be alone among strangers, to not know the way of things. You know what it is to be unable to converse with people. You know what it is to be torn from the life you know and made slave in a strange place. In these things, you and your Queen have much in common. It is part of the reason she is more tolerant of your many curiosities and minor disobediences. There have been times when I have wanted you punished but your Queen forbade it. It is not often I defer to her wishes in my Private Presence and I think you know that.”

He paused to watch her tremble. “Tonight I do not defer. You will receive every punishment you have coming for your transgressions today.”

Another brief pause while she wept openly.

“That’s enough. Straighten your posture and stop crying. I’m not done talking to you.”

About twenty seconds was all she needed to stop the tears. Her stricken expression did not change, however.

“Do you realize how pampered you are, little girl? Have you any idea how coddled you are as the King’s favorite slut? How little work you are made to do? Do you know how many freedoms you enjoy?”

She was stilled, not at all liking where this was going.

“You will not take advantage of your Queen’s kindness, slave. You are too familiar with your Mistress, too comfortable in her presence. You will learn restraint before she sees fit to teach it to you. Arms bound behind your back while being scolded is a small lesson. You could be bound every minute except those you spend in maid service to your Mistress. You could be bound for hours and hours while soldiers torment you at their leisure. You could be made slut to them instead of to your Mistress and I’m half tempted to do that for a few days to remind you of your place.”

He paused again to let that sink in. Slut to the soldiers was no small threat, as she’d seen by watching the bathhouse and confiscated slaves rush among them with mouths open, from one cock to the next. From one bedroll to the next in a never ending line.

“You could be kept on a leash with a gag in your mouth except for eating and performing oral service. You are not even kept in constant need like Echie is. All these things, and many others, would change should Her Majesty decide to implement more strict and demanding training for you. You had best be more mindful of your station in this Court if you wish to maintain your current status.”

He stopped, glaring down on her, decided the lecture was over. “I am so displeased with you that I am going to give you worse punishment than the paddle.”

He paused so long that she leaned forward to place her head on his knee. He reached over her to pull the half bow and release her wrists. A strong hand around her upper arm lifted her, turned her, placed her on her back across his hard thighs with her head hanging. He tied her wrists again, tighter this time, and flung them in fury over her head, displaying her from neck to knee with her feet flat on the floor. Her breath rushed out with his sudden roughness and her belly and chest heaved for air in her apprehension.

If he hadn’t been so pissed at her, he would have taken the moment to enjoy the site of her. His hand smartly slapped the inside of her left thigh as he barked, “Open!”

She parted her legs wide and his hands began repeated slaps to her breasts, womanly mound and the insides of both thighs. Not pleasant and stimulating, but very similar to Lord Moros and Jacek’s Iron Palm technique. Hard, unyielding…reprimand. 

“The spanks you got to your ass earlier were for disobeying Her Majesty’s order to stop pestering her. This is my punishment for displeasing me,” he said, and his right hand fell at its hardest to her right breast.

Peeper shrieked with the pain of his large, heavy hand, and continued to shriek or yelp, every strike compelling sound to tear from her throat.

“I know something our Queen does not yet know,” he said, his hands keeping their pace from one spot to the next so that she could not predict where they were going to fall next. “I know that Captain Kron warned you not to ask our Queen about the mountain. I know this because I told him to warn you as we were leaving, and I know that he did so.”

His left hand fell hardest yet on her womanly mound, bringing tears to her eyes and a full scream from her throat. She continued to sob, submitting to the pain of his punishment.

“I know that you disobeyed a Master when I was not here. This is what has displeased me the most.”

His hand landed on the inside of her left thigh just as hard. Anyone outside could hear only the smacks of his hands and her cries. He kept his voice low and controlled, measured

“When I am not here, Captain Kron is the Ranking Master. You are to obey him as you would obey me. Perhaps you were not told this, but that doesn’t matter. He is a Master and…”

His right hand fell six times in rapid succession on her right breast with his last six growled  syllables.

“…you did not obey him.”

He did not pause for her cries, did not slow, left hand finding that same spot on the inside of her left thigh, right hand catching that same spot on her womanly mound. His aim was unerring, his punishment painfully relentless. He did not let her catch her breath, regain composure, or even wait for one scream to end before his hand fell again.

“We are away from the Palace. This means all punishment is doubled.”

His right hand found her right breast, coming down so forcefully that she could not make a sound, her body stiff and arcing until the intense pain released her and the sting afterward brought fresh sobs and hot tears.

“With me, doubled means harder, not longer. More intense pain instead of extended pain. While you enjoy lesser pains, the right kind is still punishment to you.”

The same hand landed on her left breast in the exact manner and with the same effects. On it went, relentless and brutal and leaving the five most sensitive areas of her body battered as they never had been. Only Eklur’s crop on her breasts had been a worse punishment.

“The next time you are given a warning or an order by a soldier, you will obey,” he snarled, right hand striking her full against her nether lips, bringing a desperate sob from her throat and a sudden squirt of liquid from her channel.

His hands stilled. He let her lay gasping and sobbing for a moment across his thighs. Her breasts were bright pink and covered with welts formed in the shape of the tight line between his fingers. Her womanly mound was the same color, with much the same welt patterns. Her previously untouched inner thighs were splotched. Her chest heaved with the efforts of breathing and sobbing slow to calm.

With two fingers of his right hand, he spread the top of her nether lips to expose only her clitoris. Keeping her flesh open, he traced the nub with the tip of his left forefinger in slow circles. It popped up in an instant along with her whimpered cry and brief shudder. 

“You will be kept in need this night. You will serve without receiving a single pleasure or word of praise.”

He released her flesh and ordered her down. She knelt small before him, reached her head forward to press against his legs, and was refused the touch by his intercepting fingertips above her forehead.

“No. You have one more punishment coming. Her Majesty’s. Have you thought about what you will say to your Mistress?”

Peeper nodded.

“Then we shall go. On your hands and knees as befits a punished bitchslave.”

Excerpt from PEEPER — https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0033PSJIE

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TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and twentysomething fiction books.

Twitter — https://twitter.com/DameTyler or @DameTyler
FB Fan Page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseGethis/

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Read her books on her Amazon page — https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can also find more of her OP/ED work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

Ruining The Moment

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She arrived on the veranda, remembering it was very late and still the same night as baby Tiberius’ First Presentation. And Major Exeter’s promotion to General. The energy around her was vastly different than when she’d left. Lighter, more vibrant. Positive. She could feel it now without the heaviness of sadness and grief around her.

“Hey, gorgeous. Feel better about yourself?”

She looked over to see Jerome in the doorway. Long black hair of his American Indian heritage loose and damp; muscles cut deep and ripped all over above the black towel around his waist. He was a handsome hunk of man, that much was certain, and she smiled.

“Infinitely better,” she said, putting herself into his arms for a hello kiss. “An’ I ain’t had sex in three weeks.”

One arm around her, he walked backwards toward the bed.

“Hmm. Only been an hour for me. What if I’m not in the mood?” he teased.

She laughed outright. “Yeah, right! Your dick fall off while I was gone?”

She loved the grin he showed her whenever she was walking that fine line.

“Spoilin’ for a fight, little girl?”

“Maybe.”

“Shut the baby’s door so we can break furniture without waking him again,” he told her.

Reluctantly, she left his arms and went to the side access door between rooms. Dorn was coming in, about bumping into her.

“Femina.” A tone full of regrets and misunderstandings. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“Shut the doors and apologize in bed,” she said, turning away from him.

He reached behind himself to shut the door and followed his lover and her husband to the bed, watched as she stripped off the minidress along the way. It fell to the floor and he kicked it aside. She wore no shoes or undergarments, her heart shaped buttocks bouncing an enticing rhythm as she walked. She was only about 5’3” tall, short by almost any standard of Voran and K’Tran, even much of Earth, and they were both tall men at six feet and six feet two inches.

On her knees over Jerome’s thighs where he sat at the edge of the bed, kissing with open lips, hands gripping in all directions.

“I missed you, Sifu,” she whispered.

“I see that. I don’t think she’s horny enough yet, Dorn,” he said, lying backwards and taking her with him. “Ream her ass for me and get her hotter.”

Jerome adored that little catch in her breath when he said something unexpected, enjoyed watching her expressions as she had to wait for it to be done. Dorn was never in a rush to have her, decades of not being allowed to seem too eager having trained his responses to be controlled. However violent they all enjoyed their love making, he always tried to start out as her tender, considerate lover. Fingertip trailing up the curve of the dragon tattoo on her back, he teased her as he stepped into place.

He could stand behind her and perform hard and deep penetrative thrusting without moving his hips. The benefits of having feline ancestors, and a penis that he could push out and retract at will. He held her down with both hands around her waist while one of Jerome’s hands was buried tight in her hair and the other held her at the shoulder. She didn’t fight or struggle, but in her blind need to fuck them back, she could throw them off at a bad moment. Or cause a painful accident to one or both men. She was a powerful lover with strength and stamina to match them both.

Dorn had tremendous self-control that matched his own stamina, able to give her the duration she needed without completely wearing her out. Finished, he stepped aside for Jerome to flip her over onto her back. Dorn went around the foot of the bed to the other side. Reaching for her ankles, he brought her feet far up to bend her in half and hold her knees and feet to the bed.

“I’m half tempted to knock you up again, woman,” Jerome threatened.

“Please, no. Not yet,” she blurted in a nanosecond.

“The next should be my baby, I think,” Dorn said.

“No babies!” she roared in a sound like she’d been possessed by a demon, a roar intense enough to shake the house.

Her energy broke the bubble around them and she threw Jerome sideways with a psychokinetic blast. Teleporting to her feet, robe already pulling onto her arms, she was through the inside doors and into Exeter’s room with the door closed before her two lovers could realize what happened. The men stared at each other.

“Way to go, genius,” they said at the same time.

 

Excerpt from RISE, book 9 of the series Kingdom Key

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B082M9YZFK

TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and twentysomething fiction books. 

FB Fan Page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseGethis/

Read her books on her Amazon page — https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2


You can also find more of her OP/ED work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

Schools of Thought

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There has been a tremendous, and woefully misplaced, push to homogenize everything d/s and bdsm so that it mirrors how things are done in non-d/s and non-kink relationships. The “nillification” of kink and alternative relationships.

It’s quite the hypocrisy, since alternative means DIFFERENT from the norm.

Consent must always be exactly the same for everyone at all times, everywhere.

Safe words must be used by everyone, and they must be the same words, used the same why by everyone.After care must be done by everyone exactly the same way.

Rope must always be done exactly the same way by everyone.

Dominants must be a certain way and adhere to specific standards laid out by people who don’t know them. (See every list of red flags every published. Except mine.)

Submissives must  – oh, never mind. There ARE NO standards for those calling themselves sub. They can do and be anything they fucking want and even their own partner has no say in the matter. The dom’s opinion is not required. Never lose sight of that.

These people are completely missing the point of a d/s or m/s relationship. They’re missing the entire point of kink and fetish. The point being that partners will conduct their relationship and their sexy fun time however they want, regardless who doesn’t like it.

I liken it to schools of martial arts.

The philosophical teachings of the Shaolin are NOT the teachings of the Ninja and never will be. Both differ from that of the Samurai. All three are entire ways of being unto themselves, with their own methods of fighting and their own way of teaching the forms and techniques of those styles.  

Aikido, karate, Tai Chi, Mui Thai, Capoeira, Hop Kido, Jujitsu, Tae Kwon Do – every form of martial arts has its own way of teaching and being. Learning from one does not invalidate the teachings of the others. Each speaks of its teachings in absolutes because they only teach their own philosophy. Their way is the way for them. They do not try to change how or what the other teaches or lives. They respect each other. 

They co-exist.

The student who doesn’t like what is taught leaves that school and finds another more suited to his personality, outlook and goals. Or starts his own school to teach his own Way. 

So it is with people living d/s lifestyles.  Every dominant has his/her own way of being and doing. Their own requirements for their submissives. They learned from someone, be it a mentor, an uncle or a father. There were role models at various points during their life. 

They take that learning and make their own way. We all do. We all learned from parents, grandparents, uncles/aunts, cousins, siblings, friends, people we admire, etc. We learn from people who write on the topic via blogs and books. We think and decide for ourselves what is useful and what is not. We decide for ourselves how we want to run our relationships. We see the mistakes made by others. We take all that forward with us into who we will be.

There are a number of behaviors I won’t tolerate from bottoms and submissives, and I’ve made no bones about that. But I’ve never told another dom that they must not tolerate it either. It’s not my job to tell another dom they have to use safe words how I use them (or don’t, as the case may be). I’ve never told another dom he has to do (or not do) anything the way I do. I teach my way and those who wish to learn from me, learn. They take what works for them and go off and learn from someone else, and another someone else. They develop their own way of being, as a result of having learned from several teachers.

During our lives, we have many teachers, whether or not we recognize them as such at the time.

WOW, are there a lot of people who want to tell me (and others who actually do this shit) how I should do everything. Anything I do my own way and not how they have decided it should be done, (as illustrated at the top of this article) becomes a war because I’m quick to say none of that crap is true.

It’s very simple: You don’t have to like how any of those things are done in any house but your own. You’re not IN that other dom’s house, following his standards and obeying his rules. If you so don’t like those rules, those standards and practices, you’d never be part of that house in the first place. Would you? You wouldn’t want to be.

There’s this notion that some stranger on the internet not liking the way things are done will automatically result in changes that suit them. Newsflash! The people running that house will not change their standards, or how things are done within their own house, to suit someone shaking their finger from the outside.

Every dom has the right to run their house how they choose. 

Every partnership has a right to run their relationship however they choose. 

It’s no one’s place to tell them how they have to do it. Yet we see it every single day, keyboard warriors who have zilch for experience telling others how to run their relationships, their houses, their lives. 

A whole hell of a lot of people need to keep their noses OUT of other people’s relationships.

We see posts declaring that consent must be enthusiastic and ongoing, and no one can do it any other way. Everyone absolutely must have safe words. Period. Soon as those people are confronted for their “my way only!” they often backpedal to say “oh, but every relationship is different”. 

The instant they say that, they have complete negated everything they’ve already said. 

When I confronted someone recently, she said to me “I actually meant it like this” and give some bullshit scenario completely different from what they’d originally said. That happens quite a lot too. People type just to see their own words and don’t really have anything of importance to say. They parrot what they’ve seen others say so often, without giving it any thought.

The fact of the matter is this: If you don’t reside in the house, it’s not your business to tell people IN the house how to run their business.

You can co-exist peacefully. I promise.

It’s called minding your own fucking business.

Also known as “not my circus; not my monkeys”.

 

About the Author

TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and twentysomething fiction books.

Twitter — https://twitter.com/DameTyler or @DameTyler
FB Fan Page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseGethis/

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Read her books on her Amazon page — https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can also find more of her OP/ED work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828

She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

Slave To A Goddess

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Excerpt from DameTylerRose’s upcoming novel DREAM ON (expected in May).

“How may I please you, Empress?” he asked.

“With your mouth and your hands until I can’t cum anymore.”

He smiled and hopped to his feet. “That could take hours.”

“Indeed,” she replied, dropping the slinky nightgown onto the floor.

She sat on the edge of the bed, bringing a foot up to open herself. He looked on that wet flesh, reached a hand down to stroke up her t high, his mouth following.

“My Empress, with my mouth and hands, I worship you. I offer my body for use in your private pleasure,” he said.

Kisses up her thigh, hands soft and sliding over her skin. She was flush and plump in the labia. Slick and shimmering, with clitoris rising thick and round from its folds as his fingers parted the top half of her labia. Shew as still lush from her recent pregnancy, with full breasts and rounded belly.

He was delightfully skilled, and knew he was hitting the right spots when she needed to lie back on the bed. He pushed her knees far up and held them open as the Dragon would do. Channel shortened, his tongue delved deep into her to find and stimulate the textured G-spot behind her pelvic bone.

He loved the taste of her ejaculate, and knew how to make her squirt repeatedly. Her low groan and sudden shudder spurred him to more intense sucking down on her fattened clit. He gave her another good, hard cum that had her gasping for breath.

“Get up here. I need a cock,” she said a good 90 minutes into his attentions.

He didn’t have to be told twice. He could count on one hand the number of times his cock had known her. Always her anus. Always when her husbands were unavailable. Always with him on his back and she facing away. He was a disembodied cock for her to sate herself on, thrilled to be exactly that.

A slap of lubricant applied to his cock by her unkind hand and she was already lowering herself. Minute penetration of the tip, slowly up and down, taking millimeters more each time until she had cracked herself open. Jozef was not to help her by lifting his hips. Was not to participate at all. He couldn’t help his throaty roan, however. The reaming of two vigorous husbands had done nothing to stretcher her anus. Every single time, she’d been just as tight around him as ever.

Her muscles gripped tighter still as she began to ride. Long minutes he wished would never end as she rocked forward and back to take him all the way.

“I need harder,” she said, and was off him to put her face to the foot of the bed. “Fuck my ass hard as you can.”

Jozef said nothing, not about to ruin his moment. She’d never given this order before. He’d never been allowed to pump his hips toward her. He penetrated the same way she impaled herself, with repeated shallow strokes that deepened until he was stripping her out his whole length.

“Harder, dammit!”

He obliged, recognizing well those cries he made come from her. Many times, he had heard them under Dorn’s force, or the Dragon’s. She was a relentless, demanding lover. Insatiable and dynamic, like no woman he had known.

His climax nearing, knowing damn well he could not stop it, he used Jerome’s secret weapon of a trick. Left arm under her chest, he pulled her upright. Other hand reaching down, he rubbed hard over her clitoris with first and second fingers. That little sink, as her gut clenched, and her arms and legs pulled in out of her control. She locked in place, unable to move, and his climax erupted into her. He gave in to those last jerking spurts, knowing the lurching of his body would make her last orgasm all the more intense.

Read the Kingdom Key series in the USA: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B074CF9399

Not in the USA? Not a problem! Just copy the product code and past it into your country’s Amazon search bar. B074CF9399

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About the Author

TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She’s been doing this BDSM stuff for 30 years in private and more than 10 years in public venues. 

She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and twenty fiction books that you can find on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

You can find more of her work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828
FB Fan Page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseGethis/

She enjoys crochet, coffee, and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.

Twelve Lessons of BDSM

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Anyone who has known me for any length of time knows that I’m something of a philosopher. I have always been about the Why even more so than the How.

How is easy. Floggings and spankings and fucking and bringing a plate of food and a cup of tea and Yes, Master and doing my best to help him through a rough day. That stuff was always easy for me.

WHY can be much more difficult. Why is fraught with guilt and uncertainty, second-guessing and is this right or is it not? and should I be doing this?, am I this or am I that and?…Groups on different sites are stuffed to the gills with the various questions of the Why.

Though the concept is not new to humanity, I learned of the 12 Lessons of Taoism through my x husband and David Carradine’s Spirit of Shaolin book.

Going through some papers on my desk, a fold with red ink inside fell in front of me. The handwritten list of the 12 Lessons I’d jotted down a long time ago and had kept in my wallet for several years after I moved here.

Reading them over, I realized how readily they applied to BDSM as practiced in the really realz world. 

These are MY interpretations.

  1. There are no secrets.
    There are only questions and puzzles to which you do not yet know the answers.

I don’t mean you have to go ask questions in group threads and a zillion people will give you a zillion different answers and maybe have a fight over them. Not at all. You can’t trust that what you are told is truth and told by people who have real and practical experience.

I mean this stuff isn’t as mystical and magical as some might have you believe.

Anyone who has the inclination and aptitude can learn and do any of this stuff, and it means for you what it means for you. Quite a large number of us have figured out for ourselves that we’re dom, we’re sub, we’re a little of both, we’re sadist or masochist…or both. Some of us find great spiritual satisfaction in what we do and others know it purely as physical pleasure and there’s nothing spiritual about it.

It is for you what it is for you. It is for you whatever it needs to be to fulfill you – THAT is the great secret.

There is no super secret society one must first join in order to learn how to flog or how to tie rope. There’s no super secret society everyone must fulfill all the requirements of before they can be called a proper submissive. That is the stuff of fiction novels.

Reality is that there is no one standard for anything. My House is run differently from your house, each according to its own needs and desires.

That is as it should be.

  1. Follow the Heart
    Let your mind have its say, of course. You cannot lose your head while pursuing this. But for a great many of us, being sub or dom resides in our heart. For a great many of us, it’s not something we consciously chose but what we evolved into as a natural course of becoming a mature adult. It is our essence and not something we’ve struggled with much.

Our heart has said “this is what you are.” We listened and accepted our innermost nature.

If it is who you are, then go with it.

  1. Laugh at the cleverness of the Beast and the Beast will defeat itself.
    I love this one. I employ it every time someone tries to insult me. I call myself a cunt, the cunt from hell, meanest bitch they’ll ever meet, thus rendering the words impotent when someone else tries to hurl them at me. I laugh at the words and the person. I laugh at myself. I mock them and I mock myself.

Those people have zero power over me and I make sure they know it.

  1. Love, in the pain of its loss, is finally realized for the first time.
    Over and over we see it. How do you get over the loss of the relationship? I can never replace the dom I had.

We rarely realize what we have until we’re about to lose it. I went through this personally when EW fell on the ice at Bryant Park in November of 2011. A little harder of an impact and I’d have been a widow. Then he was diagnosed with skin cancer in several spots on his face and shoulder and went through numerous surgeries – two of them quite dramatic.

Fortunately the cancer had not spread to the point that it needed chemical intervention. But what would I have done if he’d hit so hard that he had died? What would I have done if one of the cancers had spread to his brain and he had died?

Open your eyes and see the good thing you have and balance the good and the bad before you go chucking it out the window over a minor tiff.

  1. Death Means Nothing to One Who Does Not Fear It
    I’ve stood toe to toe and eye to eye with Death. Death backed down and I’m still alive. I don’t fear many things and I fear no person.

But I do prefer NOT to tempt Fate. You never know when she’s going to take you up on your offer.

I will never say I’m no limits. I absolutely have limits, and quite a long list of them. lol Some are there because “that’s just gross, man” and others are there because I’m not insane. But I’m not afraid to lie back for EW to do whatever it is that he feels like doing to me. I’m not afraid for him to take me wherever it is that he’s going to take me during that session.

Will it mean my death? No, of course not. No sane person is going to WANT to kill their submissive during play and no sane submissive WANTS to be killed during play.

It means I do not hesitate to put my life into his hands.

I don’t have to negotiate every time we play. I don’t have to put on a thousand conditions and limits in order to feel safe and know nothing outside of my immediate sphere of acceptability will ever be done.

Evel Knievel broke nearly every bone in his body but it didn’t stop him from getting back on the bike and jumping the next big whatever.

So a little wraparound doesn’t bother us. We go back for more beating. A little rope burn is no big deal. Next chance we get, we’re all trussed up again and loving it. The lingering sting from a quirt well-laid is a comfort we relish.

This is BDSM, people. What a lot of us do IS NOT SAFE! We are mindful of the dangers inherent in the activities in which we engage, but those dangers do not stop us.

  1. You are your own greatest teacher.
    So many ways this can be applied.

You can have ten people standing around you, teaching you how to use the flogger. In the end, you have to figure it out for yourself.

You can have a dozen people telling you that you need to do this or that in order to be a good sub or a good dom, a good whip artist, a good rope artist. In the end, you have to do the work and figure out how it works BEST for you.

You can have 100 people telling you that you’re supposed to like doing this and that and the other in order to be a valid bdsm participant. But if you don’t like this and that, then you don’t HAVE to learn it. You don’t HAVE to learn to like anything. Like what you like and learn everything you want to and everything you CAN learn about it. Blaze your own path, as EW and I have with how we go about our clothespin play.

If you’re sub and you don’t have anyone to do all those fun pleasurable things with, you can DO THEM TO YOURSELF! Teach yourself about your own body and what it likes and what it doesn’t like. There’s no need to wait around for some dom to finally show interest enough to teach you stuff. You can learn to beat your own backside, to apply the clothespins to yourself, to whip your own thighs with a quirt. To do needles on yourself and make your own designs on your own thigh.

There is this erroneous belief that everything bdsm must be a team or partner sport when that simply is not true. Let go your need to have that special One. You already HAVE that special one and he/she resides inside your own head. Let THAT VOICE be your Master and direct your hands and drive you insane with teasing and denial.

I assure you that the Master in Your Head is likely to be far more cruel than most you’ll ever meet face to face. lol

  1. Kindness is cruelty. Cruelty is kindness.
    There are a great many people around these cyberland parts who like to hold the hands of the newbies and make it all gentle and nice.

Then those people get into a real play situation and FUCK ME! It’s NOT gentle! It’s NOT nice! Damn it all to hell that paddle fucking HURTS! This is not the role playing game I thought it was.

“Butbutbut…I’m supposed to dictate everything and call it hard limits and he’s supposed to strictly stay within those lines, but he laughed at me.”

It is a cruelty to hold the hands and make it all gentle and palatable. It is cruelty to let a brand-new-never-done-a-thing-but-think-I’m-so-slave think they will have everything exactly how they want it at all times.

And it is kindness when a sadist delivers a most cruel and excruciating pleasure to the one craving that touch.

It is kindness to tell someone they’re dreaming an unrealistic and unobtainable fantasy that doesn’t happen in real life. They may not think so at the time, but eventually they come around and realize how blinded they’ve been by the ardent desires they’ve allowed to run completely unchecked. And they’ll go forth with a bit more caution and a little more wisdom.

It is kindness to inform a brand-new-never-done-a-thing-but-think-I’m-so-sub that, no, they will NOT get everything they want. Submissives do not get everything their way because theirs is a position of GIVING OF THEMSELVES to another person’s pleasures and authority.

That is the definition of “submissive” – to give authority to SOMEONE ELSE.

  1. The Universe unfolds as it should – as it cannot help but do.
    You cannot force an outcome in your favor and preferences. It doesn’t matter how hard you want something to work out. If you’re not on the same page as your partner, it’s not going to work out at all.

The Universe has its own ideas of how things should be and you can fight it all you want and not be able to change a thing.

People still get cancer. Lovers outgrow each other. New subs outgrow their first Masters. Students outgrow their first teachers.

It cannot be helped. It is as it must be.

  1. Stop for charity, no matter the cost, and there will be benefit instead of cost. It does not matter for whom.
    Define charity as you will. Issues of personal safety demand I not pull over in the middle of the night to help the guy on the road with a flat tire.

However, I would not consider all the people I’ve helped to be charity…but helping is helping whether it’s making sure someone gets on the right train or off at the right stop or donating a few bucks to the medical fund or helping them to accept the deepest, darkest reaches of their soul.

  1. There are no prizes worth having
    I find it most dismaying, this notion that a collar is a goal to be coveted. That being slave, the lowest member of any society around planet Earth, is a lofty goal to reach above all other ways of being.

If you make the collar a prize, which is more valued? The accessory or the person wearing it?

If the prize is being slave regardless of personal inclination and talent and low societal stature, then where is the value in the person as an individual?

  1. Tie two birds together and they can fly – if they become one.
    If you want to succeed in a d/s relationship (in ANY relationship, regardless of kink or d/s level), you have to both have the same goals, want the same things in life and out of your relationship.

You have to operate as one cohesive unit rather than factions fighting against each other for supremacy.

Both have to know and understand their place within the relationship and fulfill the requirements of their role. If you are d/s or m/s, one of you is the authority and the other is not. If you think the s side of that slash is the authority in the relationship and holds all the power, then you have more relationship and perspective problems than anyone here can help you with.

If the two in the relationship do not work together in harmony, if they only struggle against each other in a mini war, then both will fall.

  1. The Ultimate Journey has no end – which is what gives it ultimate value.
    Just because you’ve gotten into your most coveted and long-sought relationship does not mean that is the end of who you are and shall ever be and the end of what you will ever do.

Having obtained the relationship does not mean you can now sit back and do nothing. You both have to WORK to keep it. Work to please Master. Work to keep the sub feeling secure enough and happy enough that she doesn’t want to go off and find another Master.

We are forever in evolution. We are forever learning, whether we realize it or not. Who you are now is not who you will be in five years, is not who you were five years ago.

We take on new interests. We explore new pleasures. 

No relationship ever remains exactly the same from start to finish. Neither does a person.

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TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She’s been doing this BDSM stuff for 30 years in private and more than 10 years in public venues. 

She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and twenty fiction books that you can find on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2

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She enjoys crochet, coffee, and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.