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The Fear of Never…

Gunfire, explosion, pain, gravity… I laid there in the dirt trying to understand what had just happened… My legs are on fire… I rolled over and looked down and saw the blood on the uniform… I thought it was piss at first, but then the brain noticed the color, dark and thick…

One word screamed at me from training… “SNIPER!” … damn… don’t move… don’t fucking breathe… if he see’s that you are alive, he’ll finish the job… shit, I rolled over, did he see me roll over?

fuck my legs are burning… what was the explosion?… that wasn’t a sniper?… was it?… oh shit … I’m hit … I’m hit bad… bad day to go out alone asshole…

don’t move… I’m bleeding to death… I have to stop the bleeding… if you move he will kill you… and you’ll never see her again…

no…

yes… if you move he will kill you and she will never know… god, so much blood… he’s already killed me…

no… stay still… the others are coming… they heard it all… they heard that all the way back at camp… they had to…

they wont know where I am… yes they will, you stepped into the clear… open your eyes… yea… blue sky… they can see me… so can the fucking sniper so don’t fucking move…

will she get the news?… you can tell her all about it yourself… but she wont know, will she… she wont know… damned motherfucking sniper… I have too much to do… I can’t just lie here and die… if i had my rifle I’d fire back… at what? The shadows?… don’t move idiot… he can still see you…

crickets… I hear crickets… just like on the day we met… there were crickets all around, remember? Camp fire and friends… I had some beer back at my tent… and we sat and listened to crickets…

I never told her… she knew… how did she know? … she could read you like a book… but she didn’t know, she would have said… she did, many many times, that same way you told her…

“I GOT ONE OVER HERE!”

“…sniper…”

“What?”

“…crickets…”

“SARGE! We Got Wounded Over here… get the medic….. fire….. relax… we got you…”

she knows…

[From The “Fear of Never…” - Submissives/Slaves/Bottoms Without Dominants - FetLife]

lolidoll - from her photogalery at FetLife.

To spank,
Oh to flail paddle to flesh,
upon the delicacies of the feminine form.
To hear cries at once of pain and pleasure,
blended in exquisite Mastery.

To Spank,
To be Master of the flesh,
set before me like the dine of angels.
To taste at once the agony and ecstasy,
cries of submitted slavery.

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[From Sugasm #137]

In Memory of the Great George Carlin

May 12 1937 - June 22 2008

P1010114.JPGMy youngest Brother, Joe just shipped out with his US Army Reserve Unit, today, for Baghdad.P1010113.JPG

Joe’s new wife, of only five months, moved home to be with her Mom and Dad while Joe is away.

This is Joe’s second tour into combat, his first having been in Afghanistan with the US Marine Corps when he was still on Active Duty.

When His enlistment ran out in the Marines, he changed to an Army Reserve unit in our home town.

Joe is the youngest of four brothers, three of whom, including myself, have seen action and combat.

My other brothers sent me an e-mail this morning, this is what it said:

WEAR RED FRIDAYS

Last week, while traveling to Chicago on business, I noticed a Marine sergeant traveling with a folded flag, but did not put two and two together. After we boarded our flight, I turned to the sergeant, who’d been invited to sit in First Class (across from me), and inquired if he was heading home.

No, he responded.

Heading out I asked?

No. I’m escorting a soldier home.

Going to pick him up?

No. He is with me right now. He was killed in Iraq , I’m taking him home to his family.

The realization of what he had been asked to do hit me like a punch to the gut. It was an honor for him. He told me that, although he didn’t know the soldier, he had delivered the news of his passing to the soldier’s Family and felt as if he knew them after many conversations in so few days.

I turned back to him, extended my hand, and said, Thank you. Thank you for doing what you do so my family and I can do what we do.

Upon landing in Chicago the pilot stopped short of the gate and made the following announcement over the intercom.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to note that we have had the honor of having Sergeant Steeley of the United States Marine Corps join us on this flight. He is escorting a fallen comrade back home to his family. I ask that you please remain in your seats when we open the forward door to allow Sergeant Steeley to deplane and receive his fellow soldier. We will then turn off the seat belt sign.’

Without a sound, all went as requested. I noticed the sergeant saluting the casket as it was brought off the plane, and his action made me realize that I am proud to be an American.

So here’s a public Thank You to our military Men and Women for what you do so we can live the way we do.

_ Red Fridays._

Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday.

The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the ‘silent majority.’ We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or overbearing.

Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops. Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect Starts this Friday — and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that … Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar, will wear something red.

By word of mouth, press, TV — let’s make the United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers.

If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, coworkers, friends, and family, it will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once ‘silent’ majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on.

The first thing a soldier says when asked ‘What can we do to make things better for you?’ is. ‘We need your support and your prayers.’ Let’s get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example, and wear something red every Friday.

Now this may sound like an ‘American only’ thing at first, but I’d like it to be a world wide thing, and here are my reasons why;

  • I also have 3 cousins from Great Britain, in the Royal Marines.
  • I have 4 friends in the Canadian Army and Navy.
  • I have 2 friends in the Australian Marines.

All of these men and women are people whom I’ve Lived with, Trained with, Fought with, Laughed with, Cried with, and all of whom I Love and Respect.

This Friday, and Every Friday, till they come home, please make your Blog a Red Blog.

Red does not signify any Nation, any political Agenda, or any Ideal or Belief. It does not support any Politician, or General or Commander. It’s symbolic only of those who have died, and those who may yet die, because they had the courage and spirit to do what no one should ever be asked to do.

We delight in taking photos of ourselves in various forms of undress for our Fetish Blogs and Sites, but here is a chance to do something, not just for ourselves, for politics or even for the planet, but for everyone of those Men and women, boys and girls, who have the Honor and Courage to hear the call and stand up and serve.

P1010130.JPGSince the photos are meant for fun, I ask only that for Friday, you use a Red Font on your Blog. That’s it. If you want to photograph yourself in a Red Shirt as well and post it, that would only show more, how grateful you are to those who serve, who fight, who die, not because they want to, but because Honor says that they have to.

God I hate being sick.

I’m sore all over. I have a fever. if i had known it was gonna be this bad, I would have stayed Married.

My Schedule

It’s 8 o’god early in the morning. The animals are rioting because thunder storms in my area so I soften up a bit and let the 2 chi hoah hoah’s and the miniature terror, puppies in the house.

Have my first smoke on the back porch along with my first coffee. The coffee lasts longer. I sit down at the computer and read in my e-mail that I have responses to this thread and some comments on my blog to nuke. (Why do the viagra assholes find the blogs first?)

This is the beginning of my day. From here, I get a sore neck (I should sit up better), and some sort of spam induced, brain cancer reading e-mails.

Left to do yet, Read through my selected RSS feeds for new posts (I wonder if I should Sugasm this week?), record two podcasts, one for a political web site, one for the radio station, edit the telephone interview I did last night (Gawd, two am, and I was on the phone to a German band. Why am I alive now?)

Rain today, no chance of getting together with ‘Debbie’ for any photos down on the beach.

Check my written schedule; my Dr’s appointment isn’t until next week. Oh hell, I have to check to see if there’s a night I can schedule the Fet Night Coffee meeting. Coffee, damn… cup’s empty.

Out of coffee, out of sugar, out of Milk… time to go shopping… oh… I wanted some different types of cord, colored, to demonstrate making the whips I was talking about in another thread on here.

making a list:

~My Every Day Schedule, such as it is~

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Is it too tight?

I had to make due with what I had lieing around.

I don’t get many visitors so your stopping in was a pleasant surprise.

As a fashion statement, not many people could make wearing nothing but duct tape work, but I think it looks good on you.

I left just enough room under the handcuffs to get my hand in between.

That’s good because now I can attach to the chain if I need too.

I love the sound of the winch when I pull the lift chain slowly. It’s a slow rattling tic tic tic tic tic tic sound. That’s the locking mechanism falling into place each time the chain moves by another link. It’s designed to keep things from falling off if it’s too heavy.

Do you think you’ll fall off? Don’t worry, it’s designed to lift truck engines, it can handle your weight easily.

Well… better than your arm sockets can, anyway. You don’t want to be completely off the ground with your arms like that. Permanent damage is not appealing. It lessens your value as property.

The fire should be hot enough now.

I have three different Irons here. The first one is for virgins. Are you a virgin? Be honest with me. Have you ever been fucked before? Well before now that is.

Has some man had his thick long cock inside you before?

The second one is for liars. It takes a while for all that detail work to get hot enough not to stick to skin.

Are you a liar? Have you told the little white lie to keep mommy and daddy from punishing you? Of corse you are, you wouldn’t be here past all the warning signs if you weren’t.

I know you, you figured if you got caught you could talk your way out of it.

The ball gag was a surprise wasn’t it. I love the surprise look on people.

Ah! There’s my Timer. The Irons are ready.

I used to think it took skill to brand just right.

People would ask me what to do and how to do it.

I found out that it doesn’t take skill at all.

It just takes HEAT.

It’s the stench that you have to get used to.

Let me know if you are going to puke, I’ll move you over to the waste pit, you can puke in there.

Are you OK? You’re Good? Not gonna puke on my floor are you?

You’re going to pass out.

To Be Continued.

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I came across this entry today on a site that I belong to. The submissive who is writing this did not direct it at me, but it strikes me as being something very very close to the princess - vanilla - top on the bottom - type stuff that you see from newcomers to the lifestyle. (my comments are in bold italics)

I Want To Know [From I Want To Know - subbie44’s journal, erotica & notes - FetLife]

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. (I am a Dominant Male, my hearts longing isn’t a dream, I work hard each day to make it a reality, that’s what taking control is) It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream. for the adventure of being alive. (Being foolish is what a Dom strives against. Humiliation is something we do to, impose on, others. It isn’t something to look for in a Dominant, but in a submissive.) It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of you own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. (Again ‘fixing it’, is what a Dominant does best. If a dominant chooses to share a pain with you, then you are privileged to know that side of your Dom, savor it, it is a rare thing.) I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or you own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes (this too is a submissive thing, the ability to bring this out in a sub is what a Dominant strives for.) without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. (These are the reasons you have a Dom in your life, so that you can forget them, a Dom never will.) It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. (What?) I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from it’s presence. (No, seriously. What the hell are you talking about?) I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver moon, “Yes!” (To a Dom, Failure isn’t an option.) It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children. (This is the task of a slave, a masochist, a pain slut. This is not something that a Dominant would put himself through deliberately. Your task as slave/submissive is to ease His pain so that he has the ability to return to his task as provider.) It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. (Again you put yourself in a situation you don’t need to be in, wanting your Dom to stand there with you. What you don’t understand is, that the Dominant *IS* the flame, the fire that burns you is His command, His control, His love for you.) It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away. (What sustains me is my Honor, My Values, My own criticisms. I control Me.) I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments (*Smile* Yes, Very Much.)

This is not a criticism of the submissive who wrote the original post. She is simply writing from her heart, from her experiences, drawing on her own knowledge of what life should be like.

This is a criticism of those who perpetuate the myth that a girls life should be like a faery tale princess dream come true. Life doesn’t work that way. Fantasies don’t work that way. Fetish Relationships don’t ever ever ever work that way.

Yes you can find a Man to be all those things for you, and your life can be wonderful. I’m not saying that it’s not possible, but True Doms have a word for that sort of relationship - VANILLA.

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