On The Unknown.
As I have often related, I seek intelligent, strong, independent, talented, attractive, sensual girls. I particularly enjoy girls who shoulder significant responsibility in the vanilla world, leading, guiding, managing, or coaching. And while I have worked with experienced submissives, I have a penchant for novices and beginners who have fantasized and hungered for a proper introduction to the joys of BDSM.
If this sounds counter intuitive for an experienced, sensual Dominant who journeys on the fringe of darkness across several interests, consider again. There is no greater joy than introducing and/or training a girl like this. And one of the most rich, erotic aspects of this training is the unknown.
The girl I have described rarely confronts the unknown. She is in control in the vanilla world, and she has most likely controlled her vanilla sexual encounters her entire life. She gets what she wants, and she uses any number of methods to do just that.
What would compel a girl like this to strip, kneel, be collared, and be taken into my world - on the fringe of darkness? A place where she is taught to not think, not ask, not discuss, and not direct, but only to do, and do to the best of her ability? Especially a place where everything she encounters - instructions, implements, positions, etc. - has no basis of comparison in her life to date?
Simple answer. Because it is unknown. Because it is a challenge she has craved but never confronted. And because she hungers for the fringe of darkness - where she can release every responsibility and stress of her vanilla existence and fall into me.
She knows she will face many erotic predicaments and challenges. She understands I will bring her to the razors edge of pain and pleasure with implements she has never encountered. She anticipates being used for my pleasure, and being required to use all her sexual talents and abilities in serving me in deliciously erotic ways. Beyond that - she faces the abyss.
She will fall into me because she knows and trusts me. I have established this trust in a thoughtful, caring manner, over a period of time. It is a core requirement for any journey with me. And with this trust - the most compelling allure for a girl like this is the simplest:
This is the place where her fantasies become memories.
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On Fantasy Versus Reality.
While many novice submissives have rich fantasies regarding Bondage and Discipline, they may be unprepared for the transition from fantasy to reality.
Indeed. An alluring image, a whispered scene, or an erotic blog passage can be intensely arousing for a girl. Being naked, spread, blindfolded, and tied to a bed behind locked doors while her Dominant flogs her tender, exposed pussy…may be an entirely different proposition.
How does a girl know if fantasies and cravings will become her real life joys and sensual addictions? In some cases, she knows. Her arousal and desire brings her naturally to this place, and she merely needs to find a trustworthy Dominant to bring her forward.
However, in many cases, she will not know until she can experience her fantasies for the first time - under the hand of a hungering Dominant. This underscores the importance of her Dominant’s role in bringing her forward. And it demonstrates how important the relationship is between Dominant and submissive.
The right Dominant takes the time to learn about a novice. He will have her discuss her sexual history, including highlights and disappointments. He will be sensitive to any traumas, both physical and emotional. He will ask about her wants, needs, hungers, and desires. And he will form an impression of the unique journey she must take to release her to her hungers and ultimately fulfill her.
Does this mean a Dominant caters to a novice? Not at all. His exploration of a girl serves a dual purpose. It enables him to form a distinct impression of her sensuality, sincerity, eagerness to please, cravings, and allure. But it also enables him to assess her fit with his own hungers and desires. If he can sate himself with a girl who eagerly serves, the match can be very fulfilling.
With regard to the image above, I smile. I once stripped a novice and lay her back, spread in similar fashion. I blindfolded her and whispered in her ear…
“I am going to flog your pussy until you beg to cum for me.”
She instantly began to drip, and her hips undulated slightly. I let her wait while I selected a special flogger made of glove leather and tested it in the air, close to her ear. It made an ominous sound when snapped, but she was unaware it provides more of a kiss with a bite when it lands. I watched as she tried to prepare herself for the unknown. She had only been flogged lightly on the ass and breasts, and never on her most nether, tender region.
And I began. I worked lightly, making sure the impact was more like my fingers as I probe. My strokes were light - similar to a massage. And I worked up to a rhythm and intensity I felt would bring her along.
She gasped and recoiled with the first few impacts, and then the magic took over. With each successive stroke, she made the erotic connection I was forging. These were erotic challenges from me, but more like deep, intimate kisses than any sort of punishment. And my combination of implement, technique, and mind fuck brought her to an intensely aroused state.
Her hips continued to move, but now she was undulating towards my strokes instead of recoiling in fear. Her breathing grew more intense, and she began to sing to me with the special combination of whimpers and moans I enjoy so much. I watched her nipples harden and her entire body dance with my strokes.
And then - she exclaimed over and over as she experienced one of the most erotic moments in her time under my hand….
“Oh my GOD, Oh my GOD, FUCK. Ohhhhhhh my GODDDD. PLEASE Sir, may I cum for you? Please Sir….PLEASE….may I cum for you?”
I smiled, edging her forward, and making her beg for what she never thought would happen in her wildest dreams. And then I granted her release, showing her the amazing intensity of the dance on the fringe of darkness when two truly dance as one….
“Cum for me, girl. Goooood girl. Cum for me.”
Later,as she lay draped over me, still trembling from her experience, she asked….
“How did you know, Sir? How did you know I could cum from that? Does this happen with every girl?”
I stroked her hair and smiled, relating my knowledge as a combination of impressions and intuition. I also explained how every girl’s journey on the fringe of darkness is unique, and each girl dances in her own way when brought forward approriately.
Find the one you can trust. The Dominant who will understand you better than you understand yourself in this realm. The one who will take you where you need to go in your own BDSM journey. And make your fantasies memories.
Caption © Fringe of Darkness, 2012
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On Music and Joy
Next to BDSM, music is my favorite outlet for joy and contentment. I play music much more than I indulge with the dance on the fringe of darkness, and I have often reflected on the ways I experience similar kinds of satisfaction from both. While these are my personal reflections, I suspect some followers will find the parallels compelling.
Music and BDSM are a means of expression. I feel fortunate to have the ability to create and play music as well as listen to others’ creations. This provides a tremendous outlet for my feelings and mood states. It can be reflective, social, joyful, soulful, and even cathartic. In its heightened state, music can drive passion and hunger. This clearly parallels my expression of Dominance when I have an eager, willing girl under me.
Music and BDSM are creative. I have long mused on the creative aspect of BDSM. The same holds true for music. The scales and notes are universal, but the creative application of these elements brings forth a thing of beauty. In the same way, my ability to take a sexual hunger or a craving and create an exciting, new experience for a girl is what keeps the dance on the fringe of darkness so rich with passion.
Music and BDSM connect two as one. Both of my personal passions can connect two souls in ways no words or “vanilla” activity can. If I have a girl snuggle against me and play and/or sing to her based on my feelings - I give her a gift of my heart that represents a very special moment in time.
The same holds true for my ability to strip a girl, lay her back, bind her to a bed, and create a singularly intense experience that culminates in white hot passion. When a girl sings to me in the throes of ecstasy, she does not sing musical notes. Yet they are equally beautiful and soulful expressions of her joy.
Listen for the music always. And dance most joyfully on the fringe of darkness.
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On Having a Girl Wet For Me.
When I take a girl under my hand, I consider it my role to create an exciting journey of discovery. I will certainly train her to my liking, but I will first create a sense for where she needs to go. I ask many questions, I explore her her past, and I probe to ensure I have a solid sense of her wants, needs, hopes, fears, and desires. I am especially attuned to her ability to experience physical eroticism commensurate with her fantasy life.
I focus first on a girl’s arousal. Once I understand her erotic essence - the basis of her desires, I can enhance her experiences. I work with a variety of methods to teach her to hunger - and crave - not only my affections, but the opportunity to please me.
While I might begin with a simple dialog, I slowly train a girl to be aroused at the sound of my voice, the look on my face, and my touch. If I do this while addressing her unmet needs and cravings, I can bring her to new levels of passion and desire.
The first indicator of my success -and the fundamental requirement for any journey - is my ability to make a girl wet. Not moist. Not brimming. Dripping wet. It matters not her age, sexual talents, or BDSM experience. It matters only that I connect with her deeply and draw out her innermost secrets and hungers. If I am effective as her Dominant, I will have her dripping wet each and every time she interacts with me.
I have spoken of the importance of ritual and protocol in a BDSM bond. Each has its place, and each Dominant will choose the necessary requirements for his girl. On my side, I have a favorite saying as I begin to take my girl to the fringe of darkness…
“Wet for me, girl……”
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On A girl’s Place.
I have written before about putting a girl in her place. Some followers have confused this concept with breaking a girl and taking away her essence - forcing her to lose her sense of self. This could not be further from the truth.
When I speak of putting a girl in her place - I am referring to the place a girl needs to go in her submissive journey with me. This is the point of disembarkation for her. It is often described as subspace - the magic place where she is completely freed of any responsibility, control, or stress from her everyday life. She floats effortlessly.
I am not making a summary judgement as to the place a girl needs to go. I make a sincere and determined effort to study her - learn as much about her as I can - and to uncover her wants, needs, hopes, fears, and desires. I then take these insights and reflect on a journey with her, fusing this knowledge with my own intuition, experience, and hungers.
When a bond is right - the path that emerges seems magical. I can rocket her down to her place and free her to herself. This may be simple - stripping her, cuffing her, and having her kneel and bow her head in submission. Or it may be more involved. The most important consideration?
I must ensure I put a girl in her place.
© Fringe of Darkness, 2012
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On Spontaneous Sights to Behold
I am a visual Dominant. I love the female form, and I enjoy having a girl present to me for my viewing pleasure. Nothing is more erotic and satisfying than a visual treat from a hungering, yearning girl.
I am also spontaneous in my enjoyment of a girl. It might be her attire, her smile, or our surroundings. It might be my own hunger. No matter the stimulus, I will often have a girl strip or flip up her skirt and present to me on a moment’s notice. While this might require discretion if we are in public, there are many options available to a thoughtful Dominant.
I require this kind of task with full knowledge of the effect on a girl. While I will carefully orchestrate her descent to the fringe of darkness on most occasions, I also rely on spontaneity to quickly immerse her in an erotic moment. She might blush initially, but the right girl will not hesitate. She knows my mantra:
“Do not think. Do. And do to the best of your ability, girl.”
Moments like this keep the dance on the fringe of darkness exotic, erotic, and unpredictable for a girl. This ensures instant wetness - anytime and anywhere - and keeps her yearning. In short - my kind of dance.
© Fringe of Darkness, 2012
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On The Fringe of Darkness
This is the place I write about. It does not exist for the girl who walks only in daylight and the reassurance of predictable, familiar surroundings.
This is the place only the bravest of girls - a true submissive - will venture. It is the point of departure, where her clothes, social status, material wealth, and control are left behind. The place where she gives up all she is to the man she trusts as she faces the blackness. She sees only the flicker of the candles he has chosen to illuminate the fringe of darkenss. This is the edge of the abyss.
From this place, she takes his hand, and he engulfs her. The outside world slips away, and she is conscious only of the space and time she now occupies with him. She feels his body heat, hears his intense whispers, and smells his scent.
She does not know what awaits in the blackness, but she does not fear. She knows only that he will take her where she needs to go. This is what compels her to face the unknown, and the intimacy of this moment is like no other.
Then, as deftly as he has enveloped her, he brings her forward, into the abyss.
She relaxes.
Breathes.
And falls into him.
And she is home.
© Fringe of Darkness, 2012
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On Lasting Memories
In this world of BDSM, we all come to experience moments that endear themselves to us in a special way. Everything is as it should be, and emotions like love, joy, elation, desire, craving, and ecstasy weave their way into a visual image and become forever embedded in our hearts.
I have memories like this. It might have been the way her hair felt in my hand, the way she looked as she presented to me, the way she moved in response to my hunger, or the sounds she made in giving herself so completely over to me. In rare cases - it is all of the above. These memories are treasures of my heart.
Life is fickle. Things that are so vivid and feel so permanent can be cruelly fleeting. Our lives are constantly in flux, and past demons, current stresses, and new challenges bear down on us daily. This serves as a reminder that a bond can feel so strong and true but in actuality is more like a crystalline latticework. It is perfection in its place and time, and yet, if one element is disturbed - it can shatter into a thousand pieces.
So - shall we hold back and not venture into this world for fear of loss? Or should we accept the challenges and twists that come with this life and embrace every moment? I choose to venture forward every day and embrace experiences as pure gifts of the heart. And I believe in karma. My perfect bond may be here today - or she may have already crossed my life.
I know one thing. I must not mourn the incredible joys I have experienced - I must celebrate them as the very best parts of me. I must remain open and willing to embrace my destiny - whenever it is upon me. In doing so, I must believe all will be as it should be - some day.
Simple words of reflection from the fringe.
© Fringe of Darkness, 2012
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On The Abyss
This is the moment every submissive craves - no matter the situation. In this particular case, she has been stripped, collared, cuffed, taken to the bed, and positioned, complete with a spreader bar to ensure compliance. She maintains the instructed position, and bows her head. And she waits.
An experienced Dominant will let her wait. As I have often said, a girl’s largest erogenous zone is between her ears - not her legs. Younger, more inexperienced men might be too eager to claim their prize. I prefer to bring my girl to an almost indescribable state - a combination of need, lust, hunger, fear, longing, craving, and anticipation of what might come.
I am very conscious of the way I allow my girl to fall into the abyss - the sensation I create as I take her down - darker and deeper. The abyss can be frightening at first to a girl - complete blackness - no knowledge of what might come - and no control over the outcome.
Yet, the abyss is the key to the place she craves under me. When I remove her from the vanilla world, I allow her to shed any encumbrances she has. I strip away the outside world as deftly as I strip away her clothes, and as I position her, I surround her with my presence, my hungers, and my desires.
To me - the abyss precedes the general notion of subspace. It is not the final destination, rather the portal by which she arrives. As her outside world closes down, I bring her to the edge with intense whispers, touches, and probes. I prepare implements, allowing her to hear the rustle of rope, the clink of metal, and the whir of a flogger in motion.
And now - there is but one succession of commands left. Six words, whispered. Accompanied by my body heat, my touch, and my smell. Six words that allow her to give over everything she is and finally be freed to the hungering, exotic creature within.
Relax.
Breathe.
And fall into me.
Come dance with me on the fringe of darkness, girl.
© Fringe of Darkness, 2012
On Pushing Buttons.
Smiling now. A good Dominant knows how to push all his girl’s buttons.
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On Favorite Positions.
While I am sometimes detailed in my posts, let me simply state:
This.
Any takers?
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On Cock Worship.
Make no mistake. I enjoy an excellent cock sucking or mouth fucking as much as the next Dominant. However, I particularly relish the opportunity to relax and allow my girl to worship my cock.
Is this mere semantics? Not for me. I feel that cock sucking and face fucking are sexual acts with an emphasis on increasing my arousal to whatever completion I desire - whether it be cumming in a girl’s mouth or immediately taking her in another hole. I train a girl with a variety of method to crave my cock and hunger for this opportunity. I teach her the nuances I enjoy, and I allow her to beg before I feed her my cock.
Cock worship is a different sort of pleasure center for me - focused on relaxation. It proceeds at a moderate, sometimes lazy pace. An hour or so is not unusual, depending on the time we have together. I will most likely sit or lay back and allow a girl to make herself comfortable. I will give her free access to my cock and balls, and I will encourage her to use her mouth, lips, tongue, hands, and fingers with all the skills and talents she can muster. I then relax, and allow her to do the same as she bathes me in her love and devotion.
I find that submissives enjoy all opportunities to give me pleasure, but the most intuitive and sensual girl is the one who absolutely craves the opportunity to worship my cock. This is not about being used or feeling obligated to service me. It is about the opportunity to totally relax with me and demonstrate just how much my pleasure means to her.
I can think of no better display of intimacy in the dance on the fringe of darkness.
© Fringe of Darkness, 2012
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On Taking Her By The Hair
I post frequently about taking a girl properly. This is central to my enjoyment of a submissive, especially when I am able to release her to her own true desires.
A submissive has an almost universal need to feel a man take her in any way he wishes. Especially a strong, intelligent, independent submissive. For once, she does not wish to lead, to direct, or even ask for pleasures. She wants to feel his hunger and feel him sate himself, allowing her no alternative but to be ravished in every way possible. This is what frees a girl to her inner erotic center and makes her soar.
When I am enjoying a girl, I like to keep her constantly edged. I want her to feel completely engulfed in me and feel my pervasive hunger. One of the simplest and most effective techniques is to take her by the hair. No matter the situation, no matter her current state of arousal, this always heightens the intensity and further drives her in capitulation to my desires.
If I were to waft psychologically, I would mention that most women see their hair as one of the most important aspects of their appearance - linked to their beauty and desirability. A girl spends a great deal of time cleaning, styling, and primping - so when I grab her by the hair and focus her eyes on mine, I can immediately rivet her and focus her on my hunger.
Going further - there are behavioral aspects associated with the male taking the female and pinning her in position while he sates himself. My girl’s hair is her mane, and I leverage this raw, erotic effect when I grab her locks and use them for leverage and direction.
So whether it be a bridle, used to bring her where I want her, a handful of hair pulled back as I thrust into her hard and fast from behind, or two handfuls of her locks used to pull her on and off my cock as she sucks hungrily - I absolutely love taking my girl by the hair.
Is there a mane available on the fringe of darkness?
© Fringe of Darkness, 2012
(Source: fortheloveofasub)
On Over-the-Knee Spankings.
Let me open this discussion with three simple statements.
An OTK spanking can range from an intimate, playful experience to a harsh disciplinary session - depending on the girl and the situation. Yet - all OTK spankings have the same allure to a submissive girl.
They put a girl in her place. Even the strongest, most independent girl is immediately put in her place when stripped and put over her Dominant’s knee. There is no mistaking this pure act of submission - presenting her naked ass to her Dominant while draped and balanced in his grasp.
They are erotic. A Dominant can make an OTK spanking into an amazingly erotic experience, using a range of tactile and audible cues while fucking his girl’s most erogenous zone - her mind.
If he remains clothed, he reinforces the contrast of Dominant and submissive and allows her to feel her naked flesh against his attire.
If he keeps her head down and forces her to balance constantly, he removes all control and reinforces the power exchange.
If he varies his timing and force, he keeps her off guard and unable to prepare - furthering her sense of helplessness.
If he speaks to her in a controlled voice or requires her to recite her infractions and/or apologies, he builds erotic tension and brings her through a complete experience.
If he pauses and inspects her for wetness (my personal favorite) during a spanking, he drives her insane with desire and unites pain and pleasure in a deliciously decadent cocktail.
They are memorable. No matter the situation and/or purpose, I need only remind my girl of her last OTK spanking to produce an immediate (and palpable) change in her demeanor. I watch her bow her head, lower her eyes, and smile with the slightest of blushes (which often signal her arousal and moistening pussy).
I currently have a place waiting right here - on my knee. Come, girl…
© Fringe of Darkness, 2012
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