The perfect D/s

My dashboard on Tumblr , http://masters-cunt.tumblr.com,  is full of beautiful women kneeling peacefully, perfectly composed men seemingly in total power and proclamations of the true things Doms/Masters do.

We see fantasies lived out, but this is not true D/s and far from perfect.
Most pictures portrait the sexual and serving parts of D/s and not real life.
What we see are scenes.

Once I thought I was living the perfect and true D/s.
But I was deceived.

True and real D/s is living the dynamic with all it's flaws, where both Dom and sub are as one, allowing themselves to be sick, tired, not in the mood, cranky, defiant, disagreeable, defensive , or even disappoint each other.
Real D/s has depth, it has problems, it has bad days.
They actually share a life together, go out, meet friends and family together, go to see the occasional movie  and don't hide in the dark.
They are proud of each other and the life they have chosen.

Real and true D/s does not stop at the front door or when a scene ends.
It is a commitment like any other, to each other.
You become part of each others life.

Anything less then this is just play, fake or deceit.


The Sex Goddess project

I was approached by photographer Ricardo Scipio.a photographer with 30 years of experience, including 14 gallery shows and five books, to participate in his latest project called 'the Sex Goddess project'
Since I could always use new pictures for this blog and I liked the whole idea behind the project I decided to do a shoot.
Ricardo is a very open-minded, sensual, handsome tall man and I had fun with him in front of his camera.
He also has a dominant streak to him, which was a real turn on for me :-) and even gave me a nice spanking.
Maybe when I can find time in my busy schedule we will have another session and more pics.


His girl

The blindfold was hanging at the door, just as He had said.
I hesitated putting it on, not knowing what was going to happen next.
My desire was bigger then my fear and I took a deep breath.
I knocked on the door as soon as I slipped it over my eyes.
Warm hands touched mine as soon as the door opened, and I was led inside.
His lead was determined and calm and He sat me down on a chair, then tied my hands behind my back.
The restraints felt soft, like satin.
His fingers ran over my face, mouth and neck, they felt comforting and caressing.
He moved away for a second and I smelled the wine from the glass He held underneath my nose.
'Drink, My girl'
I zipped carefully before He took the glass away.
Then I felt Him move behind me, running His strong hands over my neck towards my breasts, squeezing them tenderly.
My tied hands could feel His excitement through His pants and I shivered.
'That's what My girl does to Me....'
'Now W/we will eat...I will feed you....'