Blog linking

[WriterDom]

NALA CAYENNE and I have linked each other's blog. I think it would be nice to have a Lit Blog-ring. I'll put your link on mine if you return the favor. It might not happen for a day or so because I have a web mistress who does all my dirty work.

 

[Kierae]

I will gladly put your link on mine WD (since I do read yours daily)...

~kierae

 

[WriterDom]

I will gladly put your link on mine WD (since I do read yours daily)...

~kierae

Oh, I didn't know that. Blushes. I will get her to add you as well.

 

[graceanne]

Sure. I don't mind linking people on my blog.

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

I started one then some darling damn dom distracted me away from it. If I get around to finishing at least the Header page I am happy to link with others here.

 

[catalina_francisco]

Sheesh, where do y'all find time to blog?!!

Catalina

 

[FurryFury]

I think this is a cool idea but you'll have to count me out.

I never thought I'd blog because the things I'd find amusing, quite honestly are not very nice.

I didn't want it being traced back to me so that it could in turn hurt anyone.

I also figured that I wouldn't be able to come up with enough new shit all the time to make it worthwhile.

Then I found out it could help my business. So I only blog for that which, I'm sorry, but I don't want to be part of a Lit Blog Web Ring kind of thing.

Maybe someday I'll start a blog that would work for this. Right now I don't feel like I have enough time or material to make it work. Congrats to y'all who do though!

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

Sheesh, where do y'all find time to blog?!!

Catalina

: laughing : Please see post #5 . Mine never made it off the ground . I was more concerned with playing on design and color than actually writing anything !

To be fair there are some very cool blogs about and our Miss Grace writes well .

Here is an excerpt from a friend of a friend, lets just call him 'Super Dom'......

"I attended a fetish fair with the sole intention of purchasing my first real flogger so I got there early to look around. I carefully checked out every single item on every single table and eventually find my way back to Master Gordon’s booth. I explained I was pretty new and needed some advice on what to get and he graciously went through all the different types and styles he had and explained their use to me. Eventually I settled on an 18 inch suede flogger with black leather wrapped handle and red suede falls. I was hoping to find one in all black but he didn’t have one that was suitable for me so the red/black combo would have to do.

Once I made the purchase I asked him to give me some pointers which he was more than happy to do. He showed me a bunch of different strokes and how to vary intensity as he flung around the flogger like a cheerleader in a precision drill team. He made it look easy… way too easy. He got that thing just flying with pin point accuracy, flipping tiny objects off the corner of a table or just nicking the corner of a wall to heavy full force thuds on the ass of a demo sub he just happened to have on hand. Piece of cake… nothing to it I think to myself as I hurry home with my next new toy.

Two things he suggested for practice were to flog a pillow to get used to the spread and accuracy and also to flog the back of a chair to judge intensity. You can tell if you are wrapping or hitting too hard by the way the chair moves so I set it up as soon as I was home. Out comes a kitchen chair and I prop up one of my bed pillows on it. I get the flogger just spinning away like I had seen earlier that day and then go for it. Thud! I smack that pillow a good one. The pillow apparently didn’t like it much as it went flying off the chair and cleared off the top of my entire coffee table in the process. Whoops! Okay… I made a little boo-boo I guess. He must have forgotten to tell me to actually tie the pillow down. I pick up all the stuff off the floor and then used some industrial cling wrap to secure the pillow to the chair. No one saw that so NOW I’m all set to become Suuuuuuu-per Dom!

Once again I get that sucker just flying but this time I warm up a little more before lashing out at that unsuspecting pillow. Propeller like circles, overhand, underhand, figure eights… that flogger is an extension of me now so I move in. Lightly flicking across the pillow at first clearly picturing it being an unmarked ass. Slowly building up more solid hits and eventually harder solids wacks across those imaginary shoulders. Ha! I got this sucker down pat. I’m half dancing and half cheer leading. Red suede is just flying through the air in The Luv Shack and I’m feeling good. Without missing a beat I switch off to my left hand and once again start in soft…tick… tick…tick… then wind up for a more direct hit. Ouch! My left shoulder almost gets pulled out of it’s socket and within a split second I hear a tremendous CRASH! I could recognize the sound but didn’t want to look. I paused before glancing off to my left and slightly behind me. The tails of the flogger wrapped the corner of my wine rack and pulled it over sending 72 wine bottles crashing to the floor, luckily only breaking one in the process. CRAP!

Okay…I’ll survive all this. No one is watching anyway and this is why I’m practicing right? So I pick up the wine rack and restock all the bottles replacing the broken one with another from my inventory. A quick pass of the vacuum and I’m all set to go again. More room is apparently needed so I push back the couch and coffee table and move the chair away from the wall a bit more. I’m ready to go for another try. Once again I warm up and get that sucker just a flying, switching back and forth between hands like Bruce Lee with a pair of numb chucks. That’s right… I’m cool… I’m bad… uh-huh… WACK! Now dat’s what I’m talking about… complete control of my flogger and looking good while doing it. I tickled that pillow and beat on that pillow. We laughed and we cried as a true bond between Master and his pillow was formed. It was a special time at The Luv Shack and the tunes were just rockin on top of it all. Who’s your Master? WACK! Who’s… WACK!… your… WACK!… Master? Right hand, left hand, hard strokes, gentle strokes, and sensual tail wraps, behind the back switch even… oh ya! Switching hands behind my back will take a little more practice to be consistently good at as it’s difficult to keep the correct momentum going but given how naturally I’m picking this up I’m sure it won’t take long to perfect. Right hand some more and then the left… bitchin tunes… turn it up baby… behind the head hand switch… (tick)…uh-ohhhh…. SMASH!!!

Now let me explain something here. I was in the custom picture framing industry for 10 years and my clients consisted of organizations like The National Gallery of Canada, The Museum of Contemporary Photography, The National Archives, and entire chains of retail custom framing shops. I KNOW that sound. That was the sound of a 16 x 18 conservation quality picture frame complete with museum standards UV blocking glass dropping about 4 ½ feet down a wall and hitting the left corner on the baseboard quarter round trim quickly followed by the right corner to give the proper affect for exploding glass. I turned around to discover I was actually wrong. It was only an 11 x 14 picture frame laying on the floor without a trace of glass left in it. “Clean up… aisle 16. Aisle 16 for clean up please.” At least the vacuum was still handy from cleaning up the broken wine bottle but I’m thinking to myself… maybe being someone’s houseboy may not be so bad after all???

Okay, that’s enough technique practice for today and I’m in no mood to start getting into dry wall repair next so let’s work on accuracy for a bit. As per Master Gordon’s advice I start flicking the back of my kitchen chair with the flogger trying to just graze the wooden rungs with each stroke. Some were missing and others landing a little too solidly at first but I quickly settled down and started consistently just ticking the ends of the flogger across the back of the chair. I continued this for a little while but did not realize the forces of evil were building in my head as I continued to practice away. Slowly the evil built up inside me eventually massing enough force to slide down my neck to my shoulder and then down my arm still unbeknown to me… and then in a fierce lightning bolt of terror just shot out the end of my flogger toward my poor helpless kitchen chair! THUD… CRACK! A hard solid hit directly in the centre of the chair blew out two of the wooden rungs sending them hurdling across the room. Where the hell did that come from and that’s more than enough damage for today thank you! I’m sure I’ll be able to fix the chair and the picture frame but for right now I have a three setting kitchen table, and funny empty space on the wall… and a make-shift bondage chair I guess. Hmmm… do you think that if I spread carpenters glue on my fingers while fixing the chair and then clamp them together for an hour that I’ll still be able to get them apart before Wednesday night’s social? "

 

[catalina_francisco]

LOL, I have enough trouble finding time to drop in and read here, and get everything else done...blogging just is not likely to find a timeslot for me though I admire those who have the time and dedication to write one regularly.

Catalina

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

LOL, I have enough trouble finding time to drop in and read here, and get everything else done...blogging just is not likely to find a timeslot for me though I admire those who have the time and dedication to write one regularly.

Catalina

: sighslaughs : Where are your priorities Cat ?

Guess it depends on what defines recreation for some. I have recently adapted the Blog idea to modernize the transfer of information for people with disabilities in a peer friendly ( contemporary ) and holistic presentation ( ie can assist information cohesive transfer between service provider / educators and family etc ) within the context of augmentative communication devices and exploring potential 'Rebecca' styling corruption of pre- existing software ( saves money Yipee ) . Whoa run on sentence !

The concept of Blogging and the potential use of the format , which is here to stay can be adapted to have significant positive outcomes when explored . The premise of Blogs may appear at the surface level trivial though I 'see' something entirely different across quite a broad spectrum. I'll go as far to say I believe there are aspects of Blogging that with future projections in technology and information sharing that with some real degree of imagination are not only almost limitless but highly valuable.

The one thing I did learn initially from a somewhat distorted exploration of what is currently available and free, is that as far as time & dedication perspective the majority takes place in the set up. Maintenance to keep them relevant is not a huge task. Unless you are me and want them to look as good as the apparent content and get ridiculously caught up on the slickest attainable outcome. It's a burden.....lol

At this stage as stated I don't have a finished personal Blog due to a ever shifting matter of priorities, however I support them.

Viva le Blog !

 

[WriterDom]

It's no harder to blog than it is to make one post a day at lit. And some people here do 70 a day.

 

[graceanne]

I don't blog regularly cause I can't always think of anything interesting to blog about. *shrugs*

 

[myinnerslut]

i used to have a livejournal that i did for A, but 1)it was almays strictly or his eyes and 2) i stopped writing in it after a few months

sorry, but i look foward to looking at all of yours.

 

[serijules]

I have a livejournal and it used to be public, but it's now friends only. I'm always looking for new friends to add and read though. I post fairly regularly about boring personal things and fun kinky things.

 

[graceanne]

To be fair there are some very cool blogs about and our Miss Grace writes well .

You just say that cause you named it and found the awesome bdsm symbol cookie for my picure. *hugs*

 

[Etoile]

Blogging is my hobby. I find the time to blog because it's what I enjoy doing. Some people garden, some people cook, some people knit, I blog.

 

[Kierae]

My postings vary - sometimes just frivolous, other are just musings about life in general, and some sex. I started blogging only to push myself to write. For being such an open person, I struggle with putting words down due to some childhood crap around letters and diaries. So it can be a bit cathartic for me.

I have been reading WD's since he linked his in his sig and I have read Etoile's for a couple years now (as she bounces around). Btw, love the pink blog Etoile.

I use a blog reader (google) and have about 100 plus blogs I follow - varying from bdsm, GLBT news, and more importantly cooking!

~kierae

 

[Etoile]

I have read Etoile's for a couple years now (as she bounces around). Btw, love the pink blog Etoile.

*squeals* Thank you! I have a ton of pink stuff lined up for when I actually have time to write about it!

(Where have I been bouncing around to?)

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

You just say that cause you named it and found the awesome bdsm symbol cookie for my picture. *hugs*

I beg to disagree Miss Grace. I don't pay false compliments.

The BDSM symbol cookie was a lucky find and hugs returned

 

[ShyGuy68]

I have a link to my livejournal in my signature, but I'm not that frequent a blogger, and most of my posts are just ramblings of some kind.

 

[FurryFury]

A buddy of mine had a blog that was so funny and so well written I actually read it on a regular basis. He got a good paying job because of it. That's the only blog I ever have really read. I miss it.

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

Don't you hate the word BLOG it's like BLURT.....

A buddy of mine had a blog that was so funny and so well written I actually read it on a regular basis. He got a good paying job because of it. That's the only blog I ever have really read. I miss it.

Here Miss Fury this may amuse you.

Blog excerpt friend of a friend .......

"Oh my… this is going to hurt. So much for pride, ego, being “the cool guy”… I couldn’t have made myself look and feel any more foolish. Thanks to a friend’s tip I managed to find a couple pairs of shiny new thumb cuffs and like any kid with a new toy I rushed home to check ‘em out. As I relaxed on the couch with a nice cold beer and dumped out the bag on the coffee table I took a much closer look at the cuffs I had purchased. The fit and finish wasn’t great but certainly not bad at all and most appropriate for my needs. I tried opening them and locking them several times, tried out all the keys, tried out different ways of attaching them to my leather fet wear so they were either very obvious or hidden from view yet still accessible but then curiosity got the best of me. I wondered how they felt and how tight they needed to be to be secure and not slip over the knuckle. (You know where I’m going with this don’t ya?) I locked one of the cuffs on my left thumb and gave it some pulls and tugs. Very cool! I can see using these often and even on toes then unlocked it and took it off. I next tried locking my two big toes together to see it that also worked and if they would fit, which they did… then unlocked them.

[Enter village idiot stage right]

At this point my common sense went on vacation. Hey! Let’s see what it’s like to have my thumbs actually locked together. I stopped for a second to consider if I could actually undo them once locked and figured it would be easy given it’s only my thumbs that are attached and this is where I made my blunder. Natural tendency is to position the key hole on the top where you can see it and have easy access to undo the cuffs. The only problem with that is your fingers are BELOW the cuffs and they are not hinged in any way like hand cuffs are. In other words, once locked on you simply “can’t get there from here”. I had the key, I had full use of my hands, I could SEE the key hole but try as I might and could not get those three things to work together.

Okay, okay… a dumb thing to do but not a problem. I just couldn’t get the key in the lock but I could use my lips to do that. Wrong again Einstein. If I put the key in the upright position I needed I could get it into the lock but then had no leverage to turn it. If I let go it would drop to the floor every time despite my best attempts to balance it while I repositioned for a better grip. If I put the key between my lips for a better grip I could not get it into the lock in the first place. For the first ten minutes of picking up the key off the floor this was rather humorous to me and I was laughing at myself for being such a dork. I now had a collection of nicely slobbered on thumb cuff keys, a mouthful of carpet lint, and my lips were getting sore from increasing gripping the key tighter and tighter out of frustration.

Uh-oh… phone. “Oh, hi dad. Nope, nothing new going on. I’m fine thanks. What’s that? You want to stop by? Uhhhhhhhhh…… okay.”

Ohhhhh crap! Now what? Do I keep fooling with this in a race against the clock or do I go for drastic but certain measures before my dad arrives? I need a hand. It will take two seconds and anyone could help me out of these $#@%&* things… but who? I don’t want to call a friend to come all the way over just for this and there’s the time issue involved. If I’m to embarrass myself I want to be certain it’s for a fast and easy fix. Hmmm… lucky for me I have a kinky next door neighbour. Ah ha! I’ll get her to help me out. I can handle a little teasing and occasional grins from her.

It’s cold outside but I can’t put a jacket on because my damn thumbs are locked together… but she’s just next door. What if someone sees me? I know! I’ll hold this file holder like I was delivering some documents to her… and out the door I go. As luck would have it her boyfriend was over visiting. Doesn’t anyone work during the daytime? Geez! I sort of explained the problem and gave her the key.

“Those are nice! Where did you get them?”

“How much did they cost?”

“When do you use them?”

“Do they hurt?”

“Why did you lock yourself in them?”

C’mon lady!!! Unlock the damn cuffs… my dad is on his way over. We can chat another day… promise. Ahhhhh… freedom at last. It’s freezing out and I’m shivering in my sweat shirt so run back to my place only to run face first into the door. NOOOOOOOO! The door is locked! I forgot to unlock it on my way out and don’t have my keys, at least the ones I need. Over to another neighbour’s place that has my spare key in case of emergency. I quickly explained how the door “blew closed as I came out to pick up the fliers” and was all set. Not five minutes later as I was warming my hands on a big mug of coffee my dad showed up. I never even noticed I had left the cuffs sitting on the kitchen table the whole time.

I am now going to take a bath and providing I don’t get my toe stuck in the faucet or something equally stupid I should be quietly working away tonight on some of the many things I need to get caught up. Btw… thumb cuffs work pretty good… but that’s just between you and me okay? "

 

[intothewoods]

I would love some blogs to link to. Mine is very where-I'm-at-emotionally right now

lovesexbatteries.blogspot.com

 

[subgrl18]

NALA CAYENNE and I have linked each other's blog. I think it would be nice to have a Lit Blog-ring. I'll put your link on mine if you return the favor. It might not happen for a day or so because I have a web mistress who does all my dirty work.

your blog makes me think naughty things.

 

[graceanne]

your blog makes me think naughty things.

Oh, pooh. You were already thinking of naughty things. His blog just made you think of more naughty things.