The Sub Scribe

Just done a purge and update of my Blogroll.

Is it me, or do BDSM blogs have an even shorter shelf life than normal blogs?

Stupid, strange question that crosses my mind as I read my way around the blogs this evening: do they count as porn?

The majority of the blogs I read have little, if any, explicit material. They are more concerned with relationship than hot genital to genital action. Sure, they’re sexual by their very nature.

But are they porn?

I think I’m about to let down femdom bloggers everywhere. The post title makes this post sound like it’ll be about trying our some fun new kink.

Err, no.

I’m just struggling to keep up this blog due to family stresses right now, but I don’t want to let it die. But while I’m waiting for my writer’s block to pass, I thought I’d try something new:

The Sub Scribe’s Scrapbook.

It’s just a compilation of interesting stuff I find around the web that plays to my submissive side. Feel free to swing by, see what you think, and discuss what you see.

And hopefully I’ll be back here with original content of my own soon.

Honesty. Honesty is tricky.

Honesty in a relationship is a two part thing. First you have to be honest with yourself, and then you have to be honest with your lover. The first part of that is often the hardest to achieve. The second part is the more frightening.

The thing is, right, that femdom has always been part of our relationship. From the moment she danced close with another man at a party, looking me straight in the eye as she did so, gauging, and finding pleasure, in my reaction, it’s been there.

But it’s always been a game. That’s what we call it - a “game” or “playing games”. But that’s not true. That’s not honest.

The problem is that deeply and fundamentally, I was attracted to her because she’s dominant and because her inclinations are dominant. It’s a fundamental part of how I feel about her, deeply entwined in the way I love her. This isn’t just a fantasy we act out sometimes - it’s part of what our relationship is. I don’t play at being her slave. I am her slave.

I’ve only just realised this. And, honesty demands that I talk it through with her. Where will this lead? Maybe everywhere. Maybe nowhere.

I’ll let you know.

Oh, yeah. Still here. Still submissive.

Had some stuff going on - will try to explain all in the next few days.

This is a chastening post. A blog goes quiet, and then a sudden, final post explaining that the femdom relationship has broken up.

I wonder how common this is?

I wonder how many of the blog that start full of excitement and enthusiasm and abruptly end are little virtual graveyards of attempts to build a femdom relationship? Their lack of updates a mute testimony to human dynamics and the fact that an unconventional power exchange is too much for some people.

Something to think about.

Here’s an interesting new blog: Honest Power. The author is a submissive guy who is trying to understand, or maybe explore, the role of power in human relationships.

The most recent post really caught my attention, wherein he looks at the links between childhood bullying and submissive tendencies:

I can only speak for myself. I was the victim of bullying until late in high school and, true to form, I discovered many years later an intense desire to submit to women sexually. I even married something of a former popular “mean girl” years before I really noticed my sexually submissive nature. Lucky for me she was more popular than mean.

Wow. That could very well have been me writing…

Well, this looks like a fun read, doesn’t it?

Oh, and there’s an earlier volume, too. And here’s the editor reading from it:

That’s one Christmas present for my wife sorted out…

Ah, isn’t it lovely when the fashion quirks associated with dominant women make their way into the mainstream?

The Daily Mail gets all hot and bothered about presenter Katie Derham dressed in leather. And who can blame them?