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My Boob Day Debut | Friday, October 6th

I’m really not the soft and cuddly type. I have my lil’ girl teddy bear moments, for sure. My fantasies, on the other hand, go much darker.

I hope my BoobDay debut is OK. Believe it or not, this is my version of a tender moment with Master Samadhi.

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.

William Shakespeare

A Midsummer Night's Dream

Boobday is a body-positive meme where women share images of their bodies in order to show that there is beauty in all of us. With confidence comes power and with power comes confidence.

Watching from the Door – Smutober Day 2

Image edited by Michael Samadhi
from Bound Gang Bangs (Pom Pom Girl gets Gang Banged by Basketball Coach and Team) starring Emma Haize.
Story by Michael Samadhi and Sinnjara Samadhi

Watching from the Door – Smutober Day 2

The old abandoned factory Master found was perfect for their fantasy. She’d been blindfolded and left kneeling on the cold concrete floor. Hands tied behind her back. She’d given her Master consent for this scene weeks ago. Every day since she wondered when it would happen. If it would happen. Now it’s here. And she’s ready. 

Squirming, breathing, testing the rope binding her wrists. Feeling an intoxicating mix of fear and anticipation. Knowing there will be more than one man coming for her tonight…. Breathing deeply of the dank, stale air, she tries to control her fear. Yet, excitement coursed through her. Her face was wet from tears, but her cunt was just as wet as the blindfold.

Time has stopped, or so it seems. It could be racing by for all she knew. Down here in the factory basement, it wasn’t like the sun would have given her clues anyway. But, the damned blindfold, everything was black. Her brain was getting weird, fuzzy. The tears have stopped too. At least the blindfold was drying off. She concentrates on listening for clues as to what will happen next. Fears of unknowns still haunt her.

Why did she have to tell him this fantasy? Why did he always have to twist things so she wouldn’t know for sure what would happen?  “It has to be MY way,” he told her time and again. She fucking loved him for it. Except when she hated him.

Frustrated to be left like this, anger beginning to rise, there’s no choice but to let emotions go. She screams loudly, “JUST GET IT OVER WITH!” Words echo off the cold cement walls. There’s no reply. Not a voice, not even a whisper. She listens intently, but not even the sound of shuffling feet can be heard. The dank air doesn’t stir. The scream still echoes in her ears. She feels alone. And, in feeling so alone, she also feels small. So very small.

Her imagination takes over. Fear and excitement building still, all at once together. Finally, she hears footsteps and several voices coming close…

I also created an unofficial Smutober entry for “door” based upon a wonderful quote – The door is there…

Hot, wet, bubbles ~ Sinful Sunday Week 338

The prompt for 1st October 2017 is: Fluids

Sinful Sunday Week 338 ~ Hot, wet, bubbles

When I attend BDSM festivals and events, I always try to find a local hotel where I can get a room with a hot tub.  Call me spoiled.  Perhaps I am!

Call it Master’s privilege, I can live with that…

I’m also getting older.  While my skills and knowledge have grown over time, so have the number of aches and pains in my body.  Long days attending workshops and demos, not to mention long nights in the dungeon, all put a lot of wear and tear on my not so young body.

After a long day of sitting on folding chairs, there’s nothing like a nice hot soak.  Surrounded by the water’s heat, my arthritic joints no longer feel as though they’ve been clobbered with a ball-peen hammer.  My back no longer feels as if I’ve spent time on a medieval torture rack.

And, if sometimes I miss a few hours of the public play party for a more intimate private party back in my room, well I really can’t complain!

Perhaps that was really my plan all along…

Look, someone brought bubbles!

Photo – Serafina Samadhi  |  Subjects – Michael Samadhi & Sinnjara Samadhi  |  Image processing – Michael Samadhi

From an annual weekend event called Mischief in May, held in Des Moines, Iowa. (Sadly, there was no event in 2017)  Image from the Samadhi photo archives.  No camera RAW version is available.

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I always appreciate hearing your thoughts. Please feel free to leave a comment. ~ Michael

TMI Tuesday: September 19, 2017

Sinnjara’s 1st TMI Tuesday (with notes by Michael)

1. Why would you go to a therapist?
a. You need support
b. You want to take responsibility for your life’s outcomes?
c. You need guidance and to be told what to do 

A- Support and help with working through past trauma
Michael – I’m glad you didn’t say C – that’s what I’m for…

2. Thinking of the main male lover in your life, what is sex for him:
a. stress relief, tension reliever
b. a way to show love
c. something exciting he likes to do

D- All of the above and MORE!
Michael – ladies and gentlemen hold your cards, we’ve got a BINGO…

3. Do you feel a partner is being invasive for wanting to know your plans and inner thoughts?

My particular relationship is a Master/slave style leaning more into Owner/possession. With that in mind, no I do not feel that my Master is being invasive when he wants to know these things. If anything, I find it appealing and a show of love from him.
Michael – ding ding ding ding ding – we’ve got a winner!

4. In your opinion, what is intimate sharing?

Opening up to one another about everything, the good, the bad, the ugly and more. The sum of your emotions, thoughts, and experiences shared without fear or concern of the other using it in some way to hurt or harm you.
Michael – And here I thought intimate sharing was when I loaned you out to my friends! 😉

5. Would you enjoy a weekend by yourself, without the company of your partner? Where would you go? What would you do?

I could enjoy a weekend without the company of my Master, I choose not to. I would likely go camping away from everyone and everything deep in the woods. The place doesn’t matter so much. I enjoy being in the woods, listening to the sounds of nature throughout the day, bird watching, stars at night, the songbirds in the morning. No traffic, no sirens, and leave the electronics at home.
Michael – sounds almost like paradise, but where are the screams, the sound of a whip cracking, the begging, betcha you’d miss those…

Bonus: Would you buy an outfit that you love, knowing that your partner will hate it? Then would you wear it as well?

I most certainly would buy an outfit he would hate, only so that I could enjoy the look in his eyes as he promises to cut it off of me.
Michael – sharpens his knife… clothes are just so unnecessary….

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