One of my lifetime dreams, call it the top of my fetish shopping bucket list, was to own a dungeon bed.
I fulfilled that dream in 2012. Such a beautiful piece of workmanship doesn’t deserve to be hidden away where no one will see it, that’s for sure.
The dungeon bed at House of Samadhi certainly isn’t hidden, it’s the centerpiece of the dungeon. That might not be so usual, except in our case the living room is our dungeon.
Just as I don’t hide away my fetishes, keeping them on open display, I like to show off my Serafina too. Here she is, attached and exposed – on display – the same as my other prize possession, my dungeon bed.
It was a glorious event, I can honestly say it was the best day of my life. I know there’s a lot of rhetoric thrown around by vanilla folk about their wedding day being the best of their lives. It’s hard to know how many really mean it, and how many just mouth the words because they want it to be true. I mean something like 50% or marriages end in divorce, right? That’s not a great prescription for a person’s fondest memory.
Serafina and I had a vanilla wedding too, it was a great day, but it was a compromise. We didn’t make compromises in our collaring ceremony. That is, unless you count the fact that we didn’t invite Patti Smith to sing “Because the Night” as Serafina crawled up a red carpet to me, led by our closest friend. Instead, we used Spotify to play the iconic song who’s lyrics seem to portray the D/s dynamic to near perfection.
Here’s a portrait of Serafina and myself, taken by the Master of Ceremony for her collaring, a good friend of mine who goes by taketurns3412 over at FetLife – our fireside collaring ceremony remembrance.
We find ourselves in a pretty unique situation, Serafina and I do . . .
Her kids are grown and in Canada, I had no children of my own. No relatives live nearby either. That gives us a very unique freedom t live our lives as we wish. It also gives us the “freedom” to spend most of our holidays alone, with only each other. Now, if ever I were trapped on a deserted island with only a sole companion, Serafina would be my choice. So, I’m not bemoaning my fate, I enjoy my life the way it is, and wouldn’t trade for anything.
But, I have to admit, holidays can get just a touch melancholy. Lot’s of traditions don’t fit quite right. For instance, there’s not a lot of sense in cooking a turkey on Thanksgiving for just two people. Of course, there’s another complicating factor in our family, Canadians somehow picked a completely different date for the holiday. The folks living under the banner of the red maple leaf celebrate Boxing Day too . . . What’s a D/s family to do about odd traditions there? My idea of a Christmas Box is between my slave’s legs, it’s not a gift she’s getting for herself!
So, we’ve decided to celebrate our own holiday traditions. In 2012 that meant Spanksgiving was celebrated instead of Thanksgiving. I took Serafina out to a remote area along the Mississippi, where we had a great time. I ended up spanking her, and giving her some appropriate use too. We told the story here and here over at SpiritualBDSM.com. (BTW – that was all before we realized there is actually an event called Spanksgiving!)
I used to be a landscape photographer. The last thing I would have shot would be something like a portrait of a slave. My ex-wife, Blissful Torment, studied photography in college. So, she had a practiced and well trained eye for what I called “people” photography. I was the guy who shot landscapes.
It makes sense if you think about it. I’ve always considered myself to be an introvert, so I never hung out taking photographs of my friends. I was a backpacker. I was the guy who had lived at the Grand Canyon. I walked through the most fantastic, beautiful, and remote vistas held in trust for the people of our country by the United States National Park Service. I took pictures while I walked. I didn’t take pictures of people.
That all changed with Serafina. Now, the only vista I’m really interested in photographing, is the vista of my beautiful slave. Take me back to the grand Canyon, and I would want vistas, but they would be beautiful landscapes with Serafina’s form included. If I’m to be an artist, she’s my muse.
As sometimes happens, we’re a little late to the party. You could call us fashionably late I suppose, it sounds better than saying we were unaware and just caught on, even though that’s actually the case. It was only just this morning that I discovered Molly’s February Photo Fest. Sure the challenge was to post a pic everyday for the month, and there’s no hiding that I’m 5 days late getting started. But, I’ve always been a “better late than never” kinda guy, and there’s plenty of quality photo material here in the archives at House of Samadhi.
Even though this is technically the first post in the series, through the magic of database wizardry, not to mention some sleight of hand, I now present (ahem) Day 5 of the 28 days of Serafina.
Serafina is modelling a custom corset I had made to fit my beautiful slave “just so” by Amy Delicious. It was the first corset I bought my lovely slave, and the only one in her collection that was custom made. So, it’s very special and precious to us both.