Top Subs un huh

1. POOR-ME SUB:
This "sub" always has something going wrong in her life. Of course, it is never her fault..she is always being played upon and victimized by others. If only she found the *perfect* dom, her life would be problem-free and forever-blissful.


2. JUST-DO-ME SUB:
This "sub" just wants to be beaten. It doesn't really matter by who, or what..as long as they can feel the lash. Frequently misbehaving on purpose, this sub can drive a dom *crazy*.

3. BARBIE-SUB:
This "sub" just likes the way she looks in leather fashions. She is afraid of the whip, and has never seen a clamp in her life. Her favorite store is "Dream Dresser", and her whole paycheck is spent there

4. HE-HURT-ME SUB:
This "sub", without any negotiations, talk of limits or safewords, rushes out to a country cabin to to play with a dom she met 2 days ago online. After letting him tie her up and whip her, she decides he is a menace to society, and can't wait to tell all her "sub" friends he is a "BAD dom".

5. I-JUST-NEED-A-MAN SUB:
This "sub", after exhausting all her singles bars, decides that the D/s world would be a good place to meet a *man*. she really has no interest in D/s, she just needs someone to spend the rest of her life with. She is a close relative of POOR-ME SUB. Amazingly, when she "gets her dom", she suddenly looses interest in any type of sex.

6. NO-ONE-CAN-TOP-ME SUB:
This "sub" longs to submit, yet claims no dom is strong enough to top her. Some say she is really just a domme in disguise.

7. SUBMISSION IS THE GREATEST GIFT Submissive.
This submissive has stars in her eyes and naivity in her heart. She swoons at the mere thought of a dom, any dom, asking her to pass the salt. She writes her dom's name in the corner of her notebook with little hearts and flowers around it. She declares that there is no better way to love than through submission, and that d/s is a "better" and "higher" manner of loving than anything a silly old vanilla person might do. She lives on an emotional roller-coaster, sentimental enough to cry when seeing a long-distance phone company commercial.

Top Doms uh huh

1. The 'I Am Dom Hear Me Roar' Dom:
All shiny new leather wear, with a belt full of toys (just bought at Jack's Whip-O-Rama). Of *course* he knows what to do! He read SM101...and even watched Exit To Eden three whole times!
2. The 'I Just Wanna Get Laid' Dom:
Roams the halls of Alt sending private IMs to the ladies telling them "On your knees! I am a Dom and U R my slave!". When he gets irate IMs back from the Domme he just sent to by mistake (what, read a profile? you *must* be kidding, right?),
3. The 'Dungeon Slut' Dom:
Has a new 'lady love' each day (sometimes 2 or 3 a day). He swears each time that *this* one is his 'eternal true love'....at least for the next two hours.
4. The 'Psycho-Stalker' Dom:
Wants to know *exactly* what you do...every minute of the day and night. Insists on BCCs of all sent mail, and Forwards of all read mail, plus access to your account to check up on you. Do you get the feeling that someone is watching you? With this one, you're probably right.
5. The 'I Just Wanna Be Your *Friend*' Dom:
Offers to guide you and protect you....you innocent sweet thing you. Oh, those other 10 subs? Just friends. Really.
6. The 'Of Course Im Dom...Uh Oh My Wife Is Home Gotta Run' Dom:
Warning signs: Picks 'no response' on marital status in profile. "No honey you can't call me at home...call my voice mail instead". Often disappears in the middle of a hot n heavy cyber session...uses an excuse like 'my power went out' when asked about it. "Of *course* Im not married!"
7. The 'Im Not *That* Type Of Dom' Dom:
Squeaky-clean image. The type of Dom that everyone *knows* is a good guy. He would never do something less than up-front and honorable. Uh-huh.
8. The 'Tom Cruise' Dom:
He's young, rich, handsome and perfect....until you meet him in person. Then you find out that the 'Tom Cruise look-alike' you've been subbing to is 5'4", 400 lbs, bald, 48 years old, and living with his elderly mother. (Oh yeah... and he works as a clerk at 7-11...not as a CEO of a 'major corp').
9. The 'Alex I'd Like to Buy a Clue For $200' Dom:
Ok, now you've got a sub....now what?
10. The 'I Don't Have A Sub Bone In My Body' Dom:
Really a bottom at heart, just refuses to admit it...even to himself.

You Ask How Far is Heaven

Life is so complicated, the older I get the more shades of gray there are, than the boldness of just black and white. My Love, Jim, I had met quite accidentally online. We chatted at great length that first night we met. I found him intoxicating, interesting, magnetic.
I awoke the next morning and checked my computer immediately to see if he had indeed sent a message. He had. We went on to continue chatting, eventually on the phone, then the ultimate - in person. We were so honest with each other prior to meeting. We shared all sorts of intimacies of our lives with each other. We both felt that honesty was so important.
He knew my life was not my own and he had commitments in his life also, I was raising an 18 year old that was not mine, and taking care of a disabled person and working 3 jobs.....These circumstances alone would not have made for a perfect relationship, however, our bond, our connection, did. After meeting Jim the first time, it was instantaneous - actually I already loved him before I even met him. From that point on we were together as much as time would allow us......weather it be online...on phone...or in person .Our visits both on the phone and online and more importantly in person were filled with passion and love - so many memories.
Our First Meeting was incredibule, I was extremly shy and could barely look at him, but my heart filled with such love with every word that came from him........every touch from him....made me love him all the more.
I sometime wonder.....how?? How can I love someone as I love him, swore i never would, but i also know without him in my life I am nothing but a shell of a person...he puts the beat in my heart.......and he makes the blood run thru my veins.
You ask......How far is heaven...........Heaven is in His arms, I love you Jim........now and forever,
Robin


That was 2 years ago almost and even tho life gets in the way at times with work and illnesses and things ~~smiles~~ We are living together now and very happy and heaven is still in his arms

A Master

- A Man who displays sensitivity will be a Master who is sensitive to you.
-A Man who displays humility will be a Master who will show you respect.
-A Man who is not afraid to cry will be a Master who understands your tears.
-A Man who is quiet will be a Master who will hear your quietest whisper,
-A Man who knows fear will be a Master who will not leave you to face yours alone.
-A Man who will listen to a child will be a Master who will always work to understand your words.
-A Man who can stand alone will be a Master who will not crush you under His weight.
-A Man who controls Himself with ease will be a Master with the ability to control you in the same way.
-A Man who does not have to prove His point will be a Master with many worthwhile points to share.
-A Man who never makes demands will be a Master who treasures anything you give.
-A Man who doesn't run after you will be a Master you will never need to run away from.
-A Man who is calm will be a Master who can weather your storms.
-A Man who has walked the path to peace will be a Master able to guide you along that path.
-A Man who does not shout will be a Master who will never deafen you.
-A Man who knows Himself will be a Master who will have time to know you.
-A Man with an open mind will be a Master who never stops learning.
-A Man who never stops learning will be a Master who never stops growing.
-A Man who always seeks to be the best He can be for you is the only Man truly worthy of being called your Master.

Just a reminder

Some of these things I have posted on other blogs and discussion boards and some I have not, So If you read anything here that you have already read, I am sorry, I am just putting it all out there again for those that haven't read it


~~Peach~~

Playing the Good Girl Can Be Exhausting

Many of us will continue in our ‘good girl’ roles, being the ultimate submissive, and letting the Dominant control the play for as long as we can handle. However, we are human. And occasionally, we do begin to feel neglected in some cases. And while we, above all, respect your time, your limits, your needs, we also must respect our own, and try to get them met without showing the Dominant any true disrespect. It’s at those times, when even the best of submissives will take up the brat role, as an attempt to show the Dominant how they feel, without actually having to say it. It’s hard for us, as submissives, to complain, to whine. We are trained to be supportive, to share your feelings, and our own. It somehow doesn’t seem right to come out and say "HEY YOU. Stop talking about your ex wife for a minute and ask me if I need an ass
whipping, will ya?" As submissives, we revel in the joy that we feel when you share your problems with us. We celebrate the fact we can help you work through the rough spots of your life. We enjoy the time we spend with you, no matter what we may be doing in that time. However, sometimes we are allowed to be selfish. And it’s at those times, that the most respectful of submissives will show a streak of brattiness you never knew existed, rather than hurt your feelings by complaining directly to the problem.

Learning to read our brattiness is an art form. We don’t expect you to do it over night, and we certainly don’t expect you to put up with it. Just try and understand us, and love us for our continued communication with you, no matter what form that communication comes in.

My Views on Submission

True submission comes from deep within the soul.
It travels through us, pausing at the heart,
where it then emerges through our physical
body and mind to our Dominant. It is also my
belief, that you must love yourself first before you
can serve another.


Without trust, honor and integrity, you are wearing
a mask. While this mask may disguise you from others
it is your true reflection you must face under the mask.
Trust... is stronger than any rope or chain.


Submission is not something a Dominant can take.
It must be given or there can be no surrender.
It is with this frame of thinking that a submissive
should always remember how valuable her gift is.

Avenger....The Brat

I have had alot of convo's about this subject this is just my feelings on it and well I can proudly say...Yes I am a Brat!!!


What should be done for a lil brat subbie who tries to order her Dom?



In order to answer this question properly I would like to redefine the word "brat". What is a brat and what makes her different to other subbies?

A brat is a submissive with wit and who moves in between her given borders with an astounding speed and charm. A brat is always eager to keep the Dom on their toes and tries with her knowledge about submission and Domination to keep the relationship alive and avoid boredom and mood of dejection. As a matter of fact the brat is aware that because of her often impish answers the danger of being misunderstood is high, but she usually takes the risk and therefore is an enrichment to every friend and rl meeting.
With a brat around you can be sure life is never boring and she is an asset for your life. Being a brat can’t be trained. It is something the person has inside her, something the woman was born with. The charm and wit are necessary to do things other submissives never would dare doing and still being able to get away with it . The performance of a brat can almost be compared with a play on a stage. The actress, - the brat – needs a lot of training, a very good education and needs to be well informed about this lifestyle. Without this knowledge she wouldn't know how to move along. Her words would be seen as inappropriate and insulting. There is a very thin line between insult and brattiness, between charm and offense and only a good brat will be able to walk this thin line without overstepping her boundaries. It is a brats goal to not only get attention, but to please the Dom with her wit and charm, sometimes in a very unusual way. As a matter of fact many subbies dream of being a brat but only a few dare to get up and actually do it. Bratting isn’t always easy and it depends a lot upon the Doms mood whether certain things will be accepted or not. A submissive who decides to brat mostly goes the more difficult way than one who only comes and kneels down quietly. It certainly is true that if you only cover yourself under the veil of silence, you can’t hurt anybody or be misunderstood. A brat is constantly on her feet, constantly seeking moments to do something funny, something out of order, something unusual often only to get the Doms attention.

Certainly it is up to the Dom to decide whether his brat overstepped her boundaries too far and she should be punished for it, but all along, don’t you think that for all the efforts and all the laughter your lil girl brings into your life, she should be granted those moments of "domming" just a lil bit? She doesn’t really want to domme you, cause she knows her place. She sometimes is just too excited to stop and take a deep breath and think before she does something and this makes her human. She is no machine, doesn’t always act the way others might expect, but deep in her heart she respects you more than she respects anybody else. She isn’t one of those non thinking, non acting quiet subbies, her wit made people laugh already, - and as long as she isn’t rude or insults you I think you should grant her her lil times of "dommie-mood". If you as her Dom, think she overstepped it and tried to often or too hard to domme you, perhaps you should have a word in private with her. You will see, she instantly will see her doing wrong and turn back into a quiet submissive for a while, at least until she gets another good idea on how she can make you laugh or bring a smile into your face. Enjoy having a brat in your life, she makes sure life never gets boring!

My Life and Loves

Daddy And Peach
Mama and Milo

Words can Not Compare

I searched among the card displays,
To see if I could find,
A little something that would say
Just what was on my mind.

However there was not a one,
That captured it just right,
For no one else can understand
Just what I'd like to write.

I even find it difficult
To try to write it down,
For how do I portray to you,
The love that I have known?

I close my eyes and what I see,
Is someone I adore;
A person who is beautiful,
Right down into their soul.

Mere words cannot describe
The many qualities you show,
The love and caring nature that
You share with those who know.

Your kind and gentle temperament,
Your sweet angelic smile,
Your softly spoken sentiments,
That reach across the miles.

Your smile and laugh that sparkle with
The softness of your sighs,
The way your face lights up a room ...
That twinkle in your eye.

The loving gestures through the years,
That quickly come to mind,
For always you've a gentle word
To calm and soothe I find.

I struggle and I search to try
To find some words anew ...
And yet I cannot capture
All the things that make you you.

I shall therefore, be satisfied
That you must simply know,
Just how I feel about you,
For with words I cannot show.

My BabyBoy

~~ He is very mad at me in this picture ~~

Just a thing

I didn't publish the following post to upset anyone, I am just doing it to purge myself and it seemed to help some, sooooo I am gonna leave it and add some more...

~~Huggles From The Peach~~

This is my life

I watched a movie tonite August 17,2009 on TMC it was called An American Crime,
It was about a women who took two kids in to her home, because their parents had went away to work, and the setting was mid 60's, and i was amazed to find out it was based on a true story.
According to the movie both girls were very well mannered, but this women had like 5 kids or her own, she went a little crazy, her husband left her...she was ironing clothes and the oldest Girl was working and giving her mother all the money. The two girls she took into her home, the parents were sending money weekly and the women told the kids it was not enough and would take the oldest girl down to the basement and beat her.
She burned her with cigarettes, she would say the oldest was spreading lies about one of her kids and beat this child....locked her in basement after PUSHING her down the stairs, and told her other kids that she was trying to make her a better person, and then these kids would go down there and burn her and kick her and beat her, they even brought their friends over to abuse her...this went on for a few months, finally the Mother of the house...took a safety pin and heated it with a lighter and branded this little girl across her stomach, the little girl ended up dying, The women went to jail for life..got out in 1985 and died 5 years later, she finally admitted it all and ask for forgiveness from god, several of her children went to jail, including her 10 year old son, youngest child in Indiana History to go to jail.
I was physically sick watching this.............especially the part where this women inserted a coke bottle up inside this child and busted it, WHILE all her other children watched, and you hear this tiny little voice of a small child tell the abused childs sister..."it's ok jenny, mama is just trying to teach her the right way". I was sick

I was molested as a small child, My sister got the worst of it from our uncle, I can remember being in the bunk bed at my aunts house, and being woke up by my sisters cries, and look up on the top bunk and her not be there, i knew then, our aunt had left for work, she opened the resturant every morning and that left us with our uncle for a while till he went to work, he would take my sister out of the top bunk and take her into their bedroom, and hurt her, I can't even begin to count the times this was done, I remember hearing my sister say she had told mom, i also remember hearing that "back then" those things weren't talked about, But deny it or not, it happened...and up until i was 10 he kept on trying it, I still remember the purple blanket that first Christmas we were in florida and they all came to visit, I cried, I love my aunt dearly and still do, i missed kentucky and my home, sitting on that couch under that purple blanket and "him" sitting beside me...slipping his hand up under the blanket and my shirt, trying to feel my breast, I got up and walked away, swearing he would never touch me again, cause i would not get close enough for him to do it again.
Several years later, he was in a bad car crash, and I don't know how many times i have heard how he has "Changed Since then". What was done was done, and my being the peace maker, I moved on.
At the age of 12, i was miserable and didn't like school I was going to and the house we lived in had a little cottage out back, and a young couple moved into it, and the man seemed to take some interest in me, he was nice and when i was walking to school he was always come by and ask me if i needed a ride and things....on days when i was really down i would stop on the road next to were we lived..it was covered with trees and had a little creek running thru it, and i could just go there and be alone, it got to be almost every time i was there this man was stopping there also, i mean he worked ..but almost everyday when i got out of school and was on my way home, there he was.
He started to sit with me, and after a few times he started touching me, telling me if i told anyone he would come into my bedroom and hurt me,and my family and things, he would make me as a child do horrible things to him, all the while calling me a good girl and still making threats...most of the time it was with my hand until he got off,and he would feel me up and things, and one day he was just gone, i came home from school and they had moved out, for years i was scared he would come in my bedroom and hurt me, or my family. i moved on,
Moved on to what, The father of my children:
He was my first love,Blonde hair, blue eyes, wow...every 16 year olds dream right?
for a while it was all good, his quick temper scared me somewhat, him allowing his father to drunkingly kick me, scared me, But i was taught "Know what side your bread is buttered on" and "you married him, you made you bed, you lie in it".
So i lied in it, the physical abuse didn't start for a couple years, the verberal and mental abuse, Well i guess i just thought it was how it was suppose to be.
Locked into our bedroom while he was gone to work, he would come home at lunch and let me out and put me back in there till he came home at nite. I was suppose to be working on my GED, since he promised my parents IF they would sign the papers for us to get married, he would make sure I got it.
And i did, very soon after that, I realized the early signs the morning sickness and being very tired.
nine months later,I had my first child.
The first year with our child was great, he was a different person, unless he got mad, he thought i should have given him a boy child, I apparently wasn't women enough to give him a boy.
I remember telling my mom, he is mad cause i didn't give him a boy, and ohhh my daughter meant the world to me, she was my reason for living, and for staying with him, Because, After all, That was how it was suppose to be. Do what i was told right?
2 years later, i realized the signs again, praying all along i had a boy for him, about 6 months into my pregency, I made him mad and he threw me down on the bed, when he did, my leg came up between his and i accidently kicked him in the nuts, he just pounced on me and was hitting me, i was trying to protect my stomach and was screaming for him to NOT hurt my baby, and I hear a voice, i didn't realize till later it was his daddy telling him NOT to hit me in the stomach, think of the baby. He beat me so badly on my legs and thighs i couldn't walk for almost 2 days.
a few months later i had my second daughter, As soon as i woke up for surgery, one of the first things i heard from him was, I wasn't much of a woman, I failed again to give him his son.
I filed for divorce 6 months later, He came to get them on one of their court appointed weekends and never brought them back home. I know my children don't know everything that went on, and I never had the guts to tell them, they think he is god, and can do no wrong, and i was told he had told them everything that ever went on or went wrong in our life...was my fault and my oldest saw some of it and knows some of it, my youngest was to young and thought her dad walked on water. I just let it go, and let them live their lifes.
I was a lost soul without my kids, just turned 21 divorced and missing my kids, all i knew how to do was be a mother and i craved that.
I started going to bars and drinking alot, trying to forget the pain some i guess,listening to my mother telling me i HAD to get my children back, what would people think, I had NO clue where they even were, he was all over the place out west, it would take a few years before i found them and that was because he called my aunt. I finally started writing to them and sending cards and xmas things, it was all i had for now, I had nothing.
Met a guy, told me he loved me, wanted to marry me, i didn't wanna get married and he was still going thru a divorce, after alot of talking, i finally said yes...i gave up tax return to pay for his divorce and before it even became finally i came home and she was sitting in our house, the same nite he told me she was staying with us a while.
I couldn't handle that, so i left
2 weeks later, he came back, telling me he was sorry and what a mistake he made and like a fool
i went back
less then 6 months later, we were out with friends and i was not feeling well and went home, guess that made him mad cause it made him look badly, He wrapped his belt around his hand and beat me with the buckle, when i would try to crawl away from him, he would pull me back and just continue beating on me, to this day i am not sure what i did.
i left him and met up with his brother, whom got me out of it all, and treated me really nice for years, I wouldn't marry him, for whatever reason, He never hit me but after years the mental and verbal abuse became horrible, I was never a pretty person, and knew this,i was fat i was ugly and i felt just like that.
that is not where the story ends, I wasn't living...i was existing, more in's and outs happened and i lived my life for everyone else.
I worked always, I raised other peoples kids and was made more and more miserable, I was not even alive anymore, I was truly dead inside...I continplated suicide several times, something kept telling me, Just hang on, Your life will truly get better, Within a couple weeks i was online and i thought i was making friends and being so navie about the whole online thing, i was saying where i worked at and all kinds of things, i had talked to this one guy on and off and he got a bit intense for me, i guess i could just see the signs, well i wouldn't meet him and he decided that he would find me and with all the info i had given out, i made it easy for him, he was waiting out back of my work one nite and when i said no, he beat me up pretty badly,broken wrist and knocked out a tooth and well, just really messed me up some.It took me over a year to go back online, I was alot smarter and wiser about some things, I did leave the site i met him on and went to another site that i had some interest in, not sure if I could ever be the same person online as i use to be, it took a while and i guess the computer screen gave me strength and hid me from reality. One nite this man came into the room and not knowing that nite where it was going, a little light came back on in my world.
We talked for hours everyday from that nite on, I didn't care that he was 1,400 miles from me, he was my lifeline and I knew in my heart if i let go, i would surely die, I think i fell in love with him instantly, even tho there was this side of me that was scared to death, wondering, was he gonna be like all the others. Did I have the strength to trust this man, was there anything left of me he would want?
This has been the man i have waited for all my life, his patience and understanding his kind words and warm smile, melted my heart. He is the love of my life and I have no fear of ever being hurt by him, for once in my life, I feel safe with him and for once in my life I truely feel loved.