A View from the Floor

…ponderings from a submissive’s perspective

It’s a bird, it’s a plane…

Filed under: bdsm — Carrie Ann at 2:00 pm on Friday, March 28, 2008

kitten, over at …a subtle slavegirl recently said, “Now, if I was Super Slave, it would be an entirely different story. I’m sure that one of my secret powers would be the “Laser Eyes of Instant Death” and then those nasty gym instructors and domly ones would really have something to fear.”

Ain’t that the truth?????????

Taylor went to bed super early last night cuz he’d been up like 36 hours, worked all day and was simply beat.

I went to bed later and tossed and turned a lot. Dreams kept waking me up when I would sleep, my shoulder was killing me from a new yoga routine I tried and I was getting so damned cranky - which, of course, made sleep even more elusive.

So at one point, Taylor rolled over and wrapped an arm around me and I nearly bit his head off. (Neither of us are much for snuggling in our sleep. We’ll snuggle a bit before sleep then roll over to our respective sides of the bed to actually sleep) He’d just been up to pee and, I guess, just felt like a nuzzle. I, on the other hand, was ready to jump out of bed and kill people and our moods just didn’t mesh. (Don’t TOUCH me, god damn it. I’m trying to SLEEP here and I can’t DO that if your eight hundred pound arm is draped over me! ARGH)

Anyhow…

If I had the powers of the “laser eyes of instant death” we’d all be a smoldering heap of ashes today. :)

Thank goodness I don’t, know matter how I sometimes wish I did.

Anyhow…

Check out kitten’s blog. She’s funny, entertaining, and keeps it all totally real. I love reading over there. It’s never about how things “should” be done, just about how they do them in their own little world. A breath of fresh air at times, for sure.

xoxo

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FetLife

Filed under: bdsm — Carrie Ann at 11:07 am on Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Any of y’all have a profile over on FetLife? It’s shaping up to be a pretty nifty site for us kinky folks. Very much like FaceBook, they’re keeping all the MySpace bull out and it’s interface is clean and simple.
Feel free to add me if you do!

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Some More

Filed under: bdsm — Carrie Ann at 2:56 pm on Monday, March 24, 2008

Kaya once said “Anytime things start to go wonky, the best cure is some pain and some orgasms and some hard words from the Man.”

And, yeah, I’m not sure if truer words have ever been spoken.

Things here haven’t exactly been wonky in the usual sense. No major problems or rough spots. As I said the other day, we’ve been coasting along. Smooth sailing. But that, on occasion, is it’s own form of wonkiness. You know? We submissive masochistic types sometimes need someone to skip a rock across the smooth waters of our lives. Not necessarily a tsunami or anything. Just a few ripples.

I got ripples this weekend at the monthly play party.

Nothing major. Taylor cranked up a violet wand with the attachment that makes the tingles come from his hands instead of an implement and zapped and zinged me to distraction. No major pain, just a good long session of electric bee stings to my more sensitive bits. I love the violet wand so I was coasting along pretty good right up until he decided to use his mouth.

Yeah.

I have issues with receiving oral sex to begin with. Don’t get me wrong. I love it. But from my dominant it always feels slightly weird.

In PUBLIC? With occasional zaps coming from his mouth? It was major mind fuckery.

He progressed to a hand spanking on my poor, tender ass - which has next to no tolerance for it these days since we normally work my back. (Intentional, btw, because he got a little tired of having to work so hard to make me cry. Tender ass means less work for him) And then on to some face slaps and hair pulling.

All of which had me leaking tears and chattering my teeth. The pain, the mind fuckery, the audience, the arousal it so kills me to have seen by others…

I was staring at him with huge, tear filled, miserable eyes.

And THAT led to being dragged to a spare bedroom where he promptly informed me as he pulled out his dick and I tried to gobble it down that he didn’t WANT me to suck it, he wanted my tears on it.

The rubbing of said dick over my tear streaked face and eyes led to a fast, furious fucking which led to a slightly retarded puss puss walking around the party the rest of the night.

I don’t often get to that stupid space.

I know kaya’s Master put a few needles in my breasts. I know numerous folks were swatting and rubbing my poor, hot behind. I know I talked to people. But hell if any of it seems to make any sense. (And I know I never said goodbye to kaya nor did I thank her Dude for the needles and I feel like a louse!)

In fact, I was quite dropsy all day yesterday; alternating between crabby and weepy and grinning stupidly.  I slept a lot and had a bad headache. My nipples are a wreck from the wand and my butt is bruised and I’m quite amazed that what seemed such a simple scene effected me so much.

Not that I’m complaining, of course.

Taylor and I have both been pretty happily humming along in our proper headspaces for two days and that’s always a good thing. :)

Not that we fall out of our places often but…

The humming…

The steady buzz of things being exactly, perfectly, phenomenally RIGHT is so, so cool.

And since I’d like to keep it that way it’s off to the tub for me to get all dolled and softened up and, perhaps, if I’m lucky, tempt him into more, more, more.

More pain. More orgasms. More hard words from the Man.

Cuz…

Yeah.

I’m greedy that way.

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A Question!

Filed under: bdsm — Carrie Ann at 11:33 am on Monday, March 24, 2008

pinkroses521 said, “…you mentioned one time in another post that Taylor was bipolar and not on medication for it. I’m justing wondering why he doesn’t take meds for it.”

Oy. I’ve been struggling with this most of the weekend. Taylor’s bipolar disorder is one of the things I don’t talk about often. It seems every time I do I get the inevitable emails and comments informing me that, having bpd and being unmedicated, he can’t possibly be in control of me and our relationship.

Well, I asked for questions and it felt very wrong to ignore the one I got so I’m going to start out by immediately stating that the above mentioned opinion is bunk.

That being said…

Yes, Taylor is bipolar. And, no, he doesn’t take any medications.

Years ago, before he was diagnosed, he was quite the horror. Not understanding why he would feel and do things made it really hard to control.

After he was diagnosed it began to make a bit more sense, began to be easier for him to spot the mood swings for what they were and deal with them more appropriately.

He did try medication for awhile but seriously hated the way it made him feel.

When we moved in together he stopped taking it.

I can’t say living with someone who is bipolar is ever easy. It’s often not. I can’t say I’ve never wished he would take the meds. I have. With every fiber of my being I’ve occasionally wished he’d just take the fucking things.

But, for the most part, he really doesn’t need them.

He rapid cycles - which means he goes from mania to depression very quickly - sometimes a few times a day. But since we’ve been together he also doesn’t hit the very extreme highs and lows anymore.

Having a stable life and a sense of routine goes a long way toward stabilizing those moods, I believe.

When he was in less stable relationships, when he was in an environment that was less stable, HE was less stable. He would swing from violence to severe blue funks. These days, the swings are far less extreme.

It probably helps that I have a background in psych. (I’m a psych tech) I’ve worked with everything from kids to eating disorder patients to obsessive compulsives to older dementia patients. You name it, I’ve done it. My favorite job was in a psych ward that was almost exclusively police holds. Violent, whacked out folks who were a danger to themselves and society. A very, very high population of bipolar folks there.

It helps, as well, that I’m extremely perceptive and empathetic when I allow myself to be. (I have quite the wall built up around my empath side to prevent being overwhelmed by everyone else’s emotions on a daily basis, which was the story of my childhood)

It helps that I see his mood swings for what they are and rarely take them personally anymore.

That’s one of the biggest problems bipolar folks have. They do things for no reason other than the end of the swing they’re on and the people around them get hurt by what they do. They take it personally, feel they’re to blame or that the bipolar person is intentionally doing bad things. I don’t have that problem most times. Occasionally I find myself hurt by something Taylor has said or done but most of the time I fully understand that it’s NOT personal.

If he’s tossing stuff around his desk and hollering about nothing…

I know it’s just the bipolar and not anything I’ve done.

If he’s just sort of blue and quiet, wrapped up in games or his forum and not very interested in me or what’s going on at home…

It’s not me. It’s the bipolar. And learning not to be hurt by that has gone a long way toward us having a smooth relationship.

Part of my “job” as his submissive is to keep him aware of his moods. (Bipolars often don’t recognize that they’re manic or depressed or acting out of the ordinary) I can’t control his moods or his actions but HE can if they’re pointed out to him. Sort of. He can at least recognize what’s going on and make decisions based upon knowledge rather than emotion.

I’ve learned if he’s acting crabby or angry or even enraged for what seems to be no reason…

It’s best to just leave him be.

You can’t argue with or get insulted by or be hurt by someone whose mood and actions have no real reason. You just make it worse for yourself - and make the episode last longer - if you react to it. I let his anger or other highly charged emotions burn themselves out without any sort of reaction that would feed them.

Not always easy but it works for us.

We’re lucky in that he’s not violent or prone to suicidal depressions. (He may rage about murdering the post man but he doesn’t actually do it. Heh)

Consistency is a problem for us. D/s requires a lot of it and I’ve had to adjust some of my expectations and actions because it’s hard for him to remain consistent. *I* have to be consistent and not rely upon him to *make me* follow rules. He’s not going to but he IS going to get mad when I don’t and then shit starts to fall apart. Makes for a bit of an extra struggle and took some time (and drama) to adjust to but, after so many years, it works for us.

Really, what it’s come down to for us, is totally honest communication and adjusting some expectations to compensate for the bipolar.

We have to be aware of what’s going on at all times. We can’t get lazy and just let stuff flow without looking at it closely or we’ll end up surprised by some weird reaction down the road.

We have to really talk and make sure the other person is hearing us and not reacting to a mood or an unintentional hurt.

I have to occasionally let him make mistakes caused by the bipolar and learn from them rather than trying to wrench control back when I see him flailing around a bit. I have to be willing and able to step up and say, “whoa, dude, are you sure????????” and he has be be willing and able to step back and say “I dunno, let me think a minute” rather than feeling like I”m being disobedient or trying to top from the bottom.

It’s a seesaw, it’s a constant wrestle with balance but we’ve got it down so well it’s simply part of who and what we are these days rather than a huge issue.

Occasionally it causes problems but most times it’s just… our norm.

All that being said…

I don’t think this would work for Taylor and anyone else. I don’t recommend this course of action for most people.

For some reason, us together, as a team, manage this.

That is NOT the norm.

Please don’t anyone take this as advocacy of not taking medications.

Medications are a bipolar person’s best friend.

If Taylor would take them we’d struggle less.

Because he won’t we’ve learned to manage and even thrive but it’s much, much harder.

Which, in all honesty, suits me fine.

I thrive on bumps in the road. I really do.

Anyhow..

Hope this answered the question ok. If it created more, feel free to ask. I haven’t even proof read this so for all I know it could be a major, nonsensical babble. :)

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Fluff

Filed under: bdsm — Carrie Ann at 2:53 pm on Friday, March 21, 2008

No, not fluffer. Just fluff.

I got to realizing I haven’t written much of anything here this month, which got me realizing I just haven’t had anything real important to talk about - and still don’t, really - which, of course, has me writing a post full of fluff and drivel just to write something.

Why I feel obligated to write something is beyond me.

Anyhow…

Life here is the same old, same old.

Taylor and I are celebrating our six year anniversary this weekend - which amazingly coincides with our monthly play party. How cool, eh? We’ve known each other ten years but this weekend makes six years we’ve been living together.

Lots of ups and downs in those years but I sure wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

I wonder, sometimes, about those relationships where everything seems to be smooth all the time. My conclusion is that, for the most part, folks are lyin’. :) Lying to us, lying to themselves, lying to feel better about… whatever. Learning each other, living with each other, loving each other… none of that comes without some bumps along the way.

And I’ve decided I rather like my bumps.

They build character, yanno? They make us who we are, create the facets that create unique individuals. The bumps are what make us shine as couples, yanno?

The eye glazes over a smooth surface but lingers on the details of ridges and facets and… bumps.

I’m babbling, aren’t I?

Oh well.

I told ya I had nothing to say!

Maybe I should have hopped on the March question bandwagon.

Is it too late?

Ten days left. Got a question? Ask away. Maybe you’ll inspire something deeper than what I’m managing here to dislodge from my brain and find it’s way into the blog.

Maybe I shouldn’t worry.

Nothing to say could just possibly mean that life is good. Basic smooth sailing and I should enjoy it while it lasts. That my mind is glazing over the smoothness and resting up for the bumps. :)

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A Wee Ponder

Filed under: bdsm — Carrie Ann at 5:23 pm on Thursday, March 6, 2008

I’ve been pondering lately about the mix of hard and soft in BDSM.

For me, in the relationship I’m in, I want both. I want the cruelty and the pain and the degradation and the lack of power. But I want love and affection and attention, as well. Sweetness and caring, soft touches and snuggles all jumbled in with the beatings and gruffness and surrender to his will.  Greedy, hmmm?

I think most of us want this.

There are certainly some few who thrive upon total hardness, upon next to no affection and constantly remaining in their place.

But most of us…

We want it all, right?

And I think that’s a hard balance to find, sometimes.

Hard for the dominant to switch each aspect on and off and hard for the submissive to accept the changes.

Hard to be in sync with who needs which at any given moment.

Luckily Taylor and I have such a realistic relationship it’s not so very difficult to understand and accept either hard or soft. It’s never strange or jarring to go from one to the other.

But, jeez, it sure is hard to be in sync at times. For me, anyhow.

Doesn’t help that so often when we just crave some snuggles and soft touches he gets aroused doing it. LOL. So it turns into something else - which leaves me feeling a little like I didn’t exactly get what I needed.

Doesn’t help, either, that both needs will war inside me at the same time so that I’m not really happy with either!

I’ve said it before…

Submissive women are some of the neediest bitches out there. Even the strongest of us have mad needs that are complicated and difficult to fulfill completely.

No real point to this, no real conclusions. Just some pondering that travels the old road to nowhere. (Mostly cuz kaya said I must write to keep her entertained. Hehe)

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