I not only enjoy photography, I also enjoy playing with photographs . . .
By that, I mean I like to use image editors, illustrators, and the occasional Photoshop technique to turn my photography into something more akin to artist’s renditions. I’ve always been better at using pen and ink to create imagery with words, rather than to try my hand at illustrating the visions that manifest themselves in my mind.
To be very honest, my best artwork was mixed media starscapes, imagining the chaos near the center of a galaxy. The handful that I created we made under black light with paint, markers, and crayons (yes crayons) that glowed under a black light. Shredded glowing crayon is an interesting media to work with, everyone should try it once.
But I digress . . .
That’s the way my art was made back in the age before computers.
Digital photography, along with the wide variety of image editors available, has allowed me to become a bit different kind of artist. It’s nothing serious, just something I play with.
In the end, that’s all my previous attempts at artistic creation were anyway. Just something I played with from time to time.
Back at the start of the 28 Days of Serafina, I decided to attach one of my artistic impressions to each post as a feature image. Occasionally, I included the artwork in a posts photo gallery, but often I did not.
So it seems fitting, as a final part of this series, and as an homage to my wonderful partner/wife/submissive/slave to have a mosaic gallery of the different artistic impressions that accompanied the posts of this series. The “Art of Slavery”.
And, to conclude my writing for this series, I’d like to simply include a short heartfelt note.
When I look back, it’s a marvel that we ever became a couple. Yet, at the same time, it all seems preordained, like it was completely inevitable.
From the first day we met, it seems I’ve loved you with all my heart. You compassion, poise, and grace impressed me long before we ever actually met. I think I knew it was real before we even made it home from the airport. We went thought so much the first few years together, it seems as though the reality we share today is our reward. We certainly don’t have everything we could ever want, but there’s no doubt in my mind we already have everything we’ll ever need – each other.
You are everything to me, everything I could have hoped for in a partner and wife, and far more than I’d ever dared dream as my playmate. You are the one I will always come home to. In fact you are my home, it’s simply a shelter over our heads, because my home is in your heart.
I love you, and don’t be surprised if someday there’s a bit more than just 28 days of Serafina – next time I do this it’ll be 365!
Lost and alone on some forgotten highway
Traveled by many, remembered by few
Lookin’ for somethin’ that I can believe in
Lookin’ for somethin’ that I’d like to do with my life
There’s nothin’ behind me and nothin’ that ties me
To somethin’ that might have been true yesterday
Tomorrow is open, right now it seems to be more
Than enough to just be here today
And I don’t know what the future is holdin’ in store
I don’t know where I’m goin’, I’m not sure where I’ve been
There’s a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me
My life is worth the livin’, I don’t need to see the end
There’s no denying the power of feeding a bound submissive. I like to think of it as “feeding submission”, it’s a very powerful and primal activity.
Perhaps that’s because food, nourishment, isn’t a luxury. It’s not a lifestyle choice. Food is an essential.
So, playing with food (and feeding a submissive) can be very heady stuff. Not to mention that sensual food play, in and of itself, can be a very joyous activity on it’s own.
People identify kink and BDSM with a lot of things. We have been known as the “whips ‘n’ chains” crowd to some.
To others still we are the unspeakable, the unwelcome, and the unwanted. Back in the 1980’s I was known as “the guy who had ropes attached to his waterbed”around the restaurant where I worked in my late teens and early twenties.
Once we were associated with the Story of O and the Marquis deSade. Now days it seems we’re inescapably associated with the cultural phenomena of 50 Shades of Grey and mommy porn.
But rarely does the mainstream, what some might call the vanilla world, realize that when D/s is well done, it can become a beautiful erotic dance. That also seems to me to be a wonderful analogy for hand feeding submission.
I know submissive individuals of both sexes who struggle with truly giving their submission.
Now don’t misunderstand, they very much crave the sensations and play that a dominant can provide. They very much want what an experienced Master such as myself can give. But, they seem (at least at times) to forget that D/s is about an actual exchange of power. They seem to forget that to give them the scene that they desire, it is going to take a significant expenditure of energy on my part.
And, I’m not talking just the effort I put into it, because to me power exchange is really about an exchange of energy between the submissive and myself. The rope, restraint, whip, blindfold, and gag are just props. Crawling on her knees to me is an nice action, but it’s not actual submission. There are actions and tools to facilitate the exchange, but the exchange itself is a much deeper. Individuals observing my scenes may pick up technical hints and techniques they can apply in their own scenes, but the energy exchange isn’t quite so obviously apparent.
Of all the people I’ve played with in my life, Serafina understands this best. She has truly given herself to me, mind, body and soul. Everyday I feel the gift of her submission, I feel the energy she so freely gives. She gives joyous submission, without reservation. She is light to my darkness, she is the yang that balances my yin.
How do you show that to an individual who’s being mentored? It took years for Serafina and I to get to this point, it’s not a path that can be wandered down causally. If you want what we share, it’s going to take work, it’s going to take real effort. I’m not talking effort for a day, a week, or even a month. I’m talking years.
And, it doesn’t happen without allowing vulnerability. Serafina’s heart is in my hands. One moment of callous disregard could bring everything crushing down. With everything she gives to me, it’s absolutely essential that I protect and nurture my slave, as her gifts come from a place of very real vulnerability. Serafina cannot give me joyous submission without reservation if I don’t create the conditions where that gift can be given safely. I can’t truly give her the gift of my dominance without the very real exchange of power, the exchange that can be so difficult for some.
How do I describe that for an individual I’m mentoring? How do I show all of that in a picture?