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calmlikeabomb said:
Most of the images and opinions here are about nudity as a part of supplication and submission. And while stirring in their own right, I would like to offer a counter proposal.

The choice of nudity as a mark of confidence, power, and comfort.

Supplication implies duty and obligation. It may be spoken or unspoken, but it exists. Taking the case of a male dominant and a female submissive, their bond requires an obligation to each other.

The obligation of the dom is to take care of her. To make her feel safe. To push her in inches so she grows, but doesn't break. To help her explore that which she craves but needs a trusted hand to hold hers and walk her down that path.

And the obligation of the submissive is to follow his instructions. To hear his words and make them her own. To heed his voice and will and see it done to the best of her abilities.

But what if we stray from that path for a moment and take another. Where nudity is given, not freely, but in return for a deeper understanding and comfort.

Picture, if you will, a woman's confidence in her form that transcends submission. A confidence in her skin beyond the desire to please. A will to strip that needs no commands, only acceptance.

It seeks no validation.

It may be done in submission, but not out of duty to another. The submission here is to oneself, to one's own trustest self, to the core of the soul that calls out in the back of one's mind and reassures, that it's ok. It's normal. It feels good. It brings joy.

It feels right.

So while we share images and desires of submission and supplication, consider this my humble ode to those few who walk unashamed in their own skin, for their own sake.
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I like your analysis, Sir,
But, alas, in practice, men prefer
To break any rule,
As they find it uncool
That D/s allows pets to concur.

Whatever submissives agree,
A man will push back. He can see,
When he is in charge,
His thoughts must be writ large;
Well, larger than his small pipi.

I am unashamed in my skin,
And I love to please: pleasing him
Is core to my being,
Liberating, and freeing,
And, when it's rules based, it's win-win.

Méli
 
melimelissa said:
I like your analysis, Sir,
But, alas, in practice, men prefer
To break any rule,
As they find it uncool
That D/s allows pets to concur.
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I beg to differ,
and perhaps offer
a paradigmatic revision
to the D/s theologian's
view of the world.

I would venture that
For every flesh-whipped canvas,
there is also another dimension
Of the D/s dialectic,
an erotic sensibility
that oozes sensuality:
Mind-fuckery
 
melimelissa said:
I like your analysis, Sir,
But, alas, in practice, men prefer
To break any rule,
As they find it uncool
That D/s allows pets to concur.

Whatever submissives agree,
A man will push back. He can see,
When he is in charge,
His thoughts must be writ large;
Well, larger than his small pipi.

I am unashamed in my skin,
And I love to please: pleasing him
Is core to my being,
Liberating, and freeing,
And, when it's rules based, it's win-win.

Méli
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What some may prefer,
Is to be called "Sir",
But it's a big world out there,
Away from this obscure online lair,
Where facts and fiction forcefully blur,
And reality often obfuscated with flair.

And who really holds the power?
When someone pretends to cower,
And whose greed is really sated,
When another supplicant is skilfully baited,
Dangled along till the scent is sour,
And another begs to have his ego inflated.

To be unashamed is to be truly free,
And a collar may make you truly see,
That desires bound are worse than death,
And a lash on flesh is the liberating breath,
A prisoner takes when finally set free,
Taking "Sir", "Master", "Please" as her shibboleth.

But freedom is not a game with winners,
Nor pain solely the domain of sweet sinners,
With a hand on throat, or words harshly spoken,
"Rules are only meant to be broken",
Monsters malicious lure in beginners,
Innocent Meat with dreams newly awoken.

A collar sometimes does not set you free,
And tears of anguish may not let you see,
That salvation sought will never be found,
Your spirit is broken, you will be drowned,
Unless, on your collar you find the key,
To the new prison in which you are bound.
 
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calmlikeabomb said:
What some may prefer,
Is to be called "Sir",
But it's a big world out there,
Away from this obscure online lair,
Where facts and fiction forcefully blur,
And reality often obfuscated with flair.

And who really holds the power?
When someone pretends to cower,
And whose greed is really sated,
When another supplicant is skilfully baited,
Dangled along till the scent is sour,
And another begs to have his ego inflated.

To be unashamed is to be truly free,
And a collar may make you truly see,
That desires bound are worse than death,
And a lash on flesh is the liberating breath,
A prisoner takes when finally set free,
Taking "Sir", "Master", "Please" as her shibboleth.

But freedom is not a game with winners,
Nor pain solely the domain of sweet sinners,
With a hand on throat, or words harshly spoken,
"Rules are only meant to be broken",
Monsters malicious lure in beginners,
Innocent Meat with dreams newly awoken.

A collar sometimes does not set you free,
And tears of anguish may not let you see,
That salvation sought will never be found,
Your spirit is broken, you will be drowned,
Unless, on your collar you find the key,
To the new prison in which you are bound.
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I fear you have had
some unfortunate times with
nitwits - #me too

Méli
 
NivKumar said:
I beg to differ,
and perhaps offer
a paradigmatic revision
to the D/s theologian's
view of the world.

I would venture that
For every flesh-whipped canvas,
there is also another dimension
Of the D/s dialectic,
an erotic sensibility
that oozes sensuality:
Mind-fuckery
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your perspective appears
to echo some fears
that I have.
complex words do not aid:
easier expression may
make me brave
erotic sensibility and ooze
of sensual, trans-dimensional schmooze
though I'd save
Myself from mind-fuckery
And guys who're too uppity
While I wave
(them away)

Giggles
Méli
 
melimelissa said:
Probably best when
you reserve the real feelings
for real relationships

Méli
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Who can say what is real and what is not,
When the world is Maya, an illusion, Vishnu's dream,
Virtual scars fade away like steam,
But scars of reality are seldom forgot
 
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calmlikeabomb said:
Most of the images and opinions here are about nudity as a part of supplication and submission. And while stirring in their own right, I would like to offer a counter proposal.

The choice of nudity as a mark of confidence, power, and comfort.

Supplication implies duty and obligation. It may be spoken or unspoken, but it exists. Taking the case of a male dominant and a female submissive, their bond requires an obligation to each other.

The obligation of the dom is to take care of her. To make her feel safe. To push her in inches so she grows, but doesn't break. To help her explore that which she craves but needs a trusted hand to hold hers and walk her down that path.

And the obligation of the submissive is to follow his instructions. To hear his words and make them her own. To heed his voice and will and see it done to the best of her abilities.

But what if we stray from that path for a moment and take another. Where nudity is given, not freely, but in return for a deeper understanding and comfort.

Picture, if you will, a woman's confidence in her form that transcends submission. A confidence in her skin beyond the desire to please. A will to strip that needs no commands, only acceptance.

It seeks no validation. It seeks no approval. It may not even seek an audience.

It may be done in submission, but not out of duty to another. The submission here is to oneself, to one's own trustest self, to the core of the soul that calls out in the back of one's mind and reassures, that it's ok. It's normal. It feels good. It brings joy.

It feels right.

So while we share images and desires of submission and supplication, consider this my humble ode to those few who walk unashamed in their own skin, for their own sake.
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I love a nice counter proposal,
Consider me at Sir's disposal,
My form will transcend
The cock in my end,
And my naked before him exposal.

Méli
 
For me, CMnf with Hubby has to be very personal/one-on-one. And it is a mainly vulnerable, submissive experience, although it can be teasing as well. I don't try to classify it too much. I just love being naked for him. ❤️

But I don't enjoy the nudity for its own sake or as an empowerment. I have a friend who's a stripper, and for her it's highly empowering and not at all submissive. She loves being desired and unattainable, so a room full of clothes men watching her dance all but naked is a thrill. For me (I tried stripping twice back in my early twenties), that situation is anxiety ridden because I don't like the group dynamic, at least not that group dynamic. I had no problem being naked at certain kinds of parties my first couple years of college. 😉
 
lil_jenni said:
For me, CMnf with Hubby has to be very personal/one-on-one. And it is a mainly vulnerable, submissive experience, although it can be teasing as well. I don't try to classify it too much. I just love being naked for him. ❤️

But I don't enjoy the nudity for its own sake or as an empowerment. I have a friend who's a stripper, and for her it's highly empowering and not at all submissive. She loves being desired and unattainable, so a room full of clothes men watching her dance all but naked is a thrill. For me (I tried stripping twice back in my early twenties), that situation is anxiety ridden because I don't like the group dynamic, at least not that group dynamic. I had no problem being naked at certain kinds of parties my first couple years of college. 😉
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I should add that I do enjoy wearing tight/skimpy clothing and showing off/teasing in public (or used to -- no one wants to see all that now... 🤣🤣🤣😭), but that's far less vulnerable than being naked. 🤷‍♀️
 
Mrtenant said:
https://64.media.tumblr.com/11751070d54fbfb82c9871eed2afce6d/98ace1d9fd034c6d-fa/s1280x1920/0d7ac965a78e580d49c39b707dee3335bbe1168a.jpg
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I've been having more CMnf public exposure fantasies lately and this image fits right in. Maybe this is supposed to be a private setting, or maybe this is the men's club poker and drinking room behind the main restaurant where you have to be someone or know someone to get in.

There is something extra humiliating about being naked/mostly naked AND blind folded. Not being able to tell who is in the room. Not knowing if one person is looking at my naked body or if it is dozens. Not knowing how close people are until just before they touch me, stroke me, grope me, pinch me, tease me, spank me, use me. The combination of exposure, humiliation and utter loss of control is terrifying and intoxicating.

I like how in this image he seems to be training her or commanding her.... is she to kneel on the floor or take a submissive pose for him? Or is he instructing her on his expectations for the evening? Or maybe he wants to add another element. Having her kneel on all fours to present her ass to him, so he can plug her or give her a tail plug. Wrapping her in control, submission, humiliation and exposure play. The loss of sight heightens everything. Leave the lights on and make me the entertainment for you and your friends tonight. Enjoy watching me come undone in my submission and discover just how far my D has trained my depravity and compliance.


May every bit of me feel sore, used, abused, marked by the activities tonight. I hope my body vibrates, tingles and aches for days to come. I want to stand in front of the mirror looking at my cum stained, spanked, marked body and not know who did what to me. So that the blur of my submission/exposure/humiliation this evening creates a new turning point in my depravity. So I barely recognize the woman in the mirror. A woman glowing with sexual energy, whose emotional needs for kinky depravity have found new expression.

I want it all. I crave this darling. Even as the wanting of it terrifies me.
 
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cascadiabound said:
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This is a lot!
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Another blind folded image in a multi partner male controlled setting that feels connected to the last post.

The use of a blindfold makes me feel like my inhibitions to what is okay and what is not okay (too scary, too much) shifts and slips. I am required to trust that my D will completely protect me and not permit my limits to be violated.

On the other hand... remove the blindfold. Force me to confront the actual situation. At times have me keep my eyes demurely lowered, or lift my chin and force me to look. To engage. To have my essential humanity front and center, with no player able to deny my personhood. Looking me in the eye as they pinch and tease and torment me. Able to see my fear, excitement, desire, tears. A whole additional way to gauge my willingness and push me to the brink. Having sight means I will forever know who did what to me; etched in my memory will be the face of sadistic joy as pain is delivered to my body. Knowing who had their fingers, cocks and toys in me. Knowing who couldn't stop fondling my tits or sliding a finger in my honeypot.
If I am unable to stay quiet and compliant for the evening fun... something that would be harder once given sight...you might need to deprive me of voice, filling my mouth with a cock gag, only removing it to fill my mouth with an actual cock.

You love finding the edges of my willingness, pushing me into deeper depravity. Reminding me just how far I have fallen from that good girl who went to church every Sunday. Turning those good girl impulses into tools to extract my obedience to new kinds of wickedness.
 
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cascadiabound said:
Another blind folded image in a multi partner male controlled setting that feels connected to the last post.

The use of a blindfold makes me feel like my inhibitions to what is okay and what is not okay (too scary, too much) shifts and slips. I am required to trust that my D will completely protect me and not permit my limits to be violated.

On the other hand... remove the blindfold. Force me to confront the actual situation. At times have me keep my eyes demurely lowered, or lift my chin and force me to look. To engage. To have my essential humanity front and center, with no player able to deny my personhood. Looking me in the eye as the pinch and tease and torment me. Able to see my fear, excitement, desire, tears. A whole additional way to gauge my willingness and push me to the brink. Having sight means I will forever know who did what to me, that etched in my memory will be the face of sadistic joy as pain is delivered to my body. Knowing who had their fingers, cocks and toys in me. Knowing who couldn't stop fondling my tits or sliding a finger in my honeypot.
If I am unable to stay quiet and compliant for the evening fun... something that would be harder once given sight...you might need to deprive me of voice, filling my mouth with a cock gag, only removing it to fill my mouth with an actual cock.

You love finding the edges of my willingness, pushing me into deeper depravity. Reminding me just how far I have fallen from that good girl who went to church every Sunday. Turning those good girl impulses into tools to extract my obedience to new kinds of wickedness.
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I've often thought of blindfolds as a way to raise inhibitions & anxiety a bit, as you have no idea what's going to happen. However, I liked reading your view of it as a way to let & relax with a D you trust
 
MindYaBitness said:
I've often thought of blindfolds as a way to raise inhibitions & anxiety a bit, as you have no idea what's going to happen. However, I liked reading your view of it as a way to let & relax with a D you trust
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It can certainly go both ways, but my objection level is greater without the blindfold. Also, not having images to attach to the experiences is better for me. My D would have to be pretty constantly reassuring, his touch, his voice in either scenario - and an additional anti anxiety aid/inhibition reducer might also be necessary /helpful.
 
cascadiabound said:
Another blind folded image in a multi partner male controlled setting that feels connected to the last post.

The use of a blindfold makes me feel like my inhibitions to what is okay and what is not okay (too scary, too much) shifts and slips. I am required to trust that my D will completely protect me and not permit my limits to be violated.

On the other hand... remove the blindfold. Force me to confront the actual situation. At times have me keep my eyes demurely lowered, or lift my chin and force me to look. To engage. To have my essential humanity front and center, with no player able to deny my personhood. Looking me in the eye as the pinch and tease and torment me. Able to see my fear, excitement, desire, tears. A whole additional way to gauge my willingness and push me to the brink. Having sight means I will forever know who did what to me, that etched in my memory will be the face of sadistic joy as pain is delivered to my body. Knowing who had their fingers, cocks and toys in me. Knowing who couldn't stop fondling my tits or sliding a finger in my honeypot.
If I am unable to stay quiet and compliant for the evening fun... something that would be harder once given sight...you might need to deprive me of voice, filling my mouth with a cock gag, only removing it to fill my mouth with an actual cock.

You love finding the edges of my willingness, pushing me into deeper depravity. Reminding me just how far I have fallen from that good girl who went to church every Sunday. Turning those good girl impulses into tools to extract my obedience to new kinds of wickedness.
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I am Lynn 33 I would love to be on display like her with my husband made to watch and enjoy!!!!
 
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