This weeks article by JACK RINELLA

Call me crazy, but this article just is so sweet and such a turn on. Patricks devotion and love, is more about giving of himself in many different ways, more than cleaning the house and giving bj's.

They've been together for 11 years, and I think it is sweet. I know, I'm nuts, but I do.


My Birthday GiftBy Jack RinellaPeople in our world often talk about rules and protocols and usually see them as being devised or imposed by the tops in our midst. A long time ago I learned that there is one rule that bottoms ought to follow stringently: Never give a top a toy you don’t want him or her to use on you.I learned that one day when a visiting bottom gave me a paddle (or at least I think that’s what it was) and then complained when I spanked him with it. It seems really obvious to me that if he didn’t want me to use it he should have left it at home, or at least have been smart enough to give me the gift only as he was leaving my home.Sheesh! Sometimes it’s way too noticeable that a guy is using his penis for a brain.Let’s fast forward to the twenty-first century. Patrick knew that I wanted another single-tail whip. My desire was very noticeable. At almost every vendor’s table I looked for just the right one and if I found one I would pick it up, feel its weight, and swing it a bit. I’d feel the braids carefully and look over the workmanship. Too often the price tag was such that I’d put it down and walk away.Last December, at the birthday dinner hosted for me, Patrick presented me with a most beautiful and carefully made signal whip. That is one long slim whip, about three feet in length. I prefer shorter whips as they are easier to control and there is limited swinging room in my dungeon.In giving me such a gift, Patrick was breaking the rule I just stated, as he really doesn’t like being whipped, especially if the hits are on his back. In his defense I have to say that in this case his love and devotion were more important than his dread of the whip. He gave the gift not for his tastes but for my desire.Good scenes and good friendships have that in common. When we do something for the other person, instead of for ourselves, the event is doubly enhanced. It’s ironic that selflessness can sometimes be the most direct path to selfish satisfaction. Now there’s a sentence that takes some thought if you want to make sense of it.Look at it this way. By selflessly giving me a gift that he might not want to give, Patrick gained the greater satisfaction of knowing that he had given me what I had really desired.I took my present and hung it with my whips and paddles. It stayed there more than three months before I used it. I was waiting for the right moment, since a good whipping takes both time and place. At this month’s Hellfire party, I decided it was the right time and place. After we had both finished our volunteer duties, I grabbed my toy bag, found Patrick and looked for a vacant St. Andrews cross. Using leather wrist and ankle cuffs I spread his naked body on the cross.Admittedly he was bound rather loosely, not that he could get away but rather that he could do a lot of squirming. I like to see him squirm. In fact causing groans and squirms of pain are among my favorite pastimes. Making skin turn pink to red to blue is fun too. Only a sadist can really understand that phenomenon. It’s not the infliction of pain that turns me on. It’s the results that it causes. In fact, I prefer bottoms who can’t stand pain. Real masochists take way too much work! Wimps are much easier to hurt.Of course it’s not fair to call’em wimps, but you get the idea. They’re not wimps, you see, if they are willing to do that which they hate just to turn me on.For a change I put some effort into Patrick’s ordeal. I started out with an easy flogging, though not with a real gentle flogger. From there I progressed to a crop, a paint stirrer, and finally my birthday gift.The new whip worked well as I just brushed Patrick’s now pink back with its thin braid. It really was a teasing sensation, as I knew he was dreading what was to come. Quite frankly, since it is a new whip I took it more gently than I might have if I knew how to wield it with more expertise and if my bottom was really into heavy, bloody pain.No matter. I had a really good time and was proud to show off my slave’s devotion. I like playing with Patrick in public as an affirmation of our relationship. Private scenes are much more common since there we have a freedom to let loose as well as to be intimate without distraction.In due time the squirms were coming on hot and heavy. I paused my whipping now and then to feel the heat of his flesh and to caress his body. The gift of the whip was now a gift that was giving again. Is it no wonder that I consider myself so blessed?It wasn’t one of those whip to blood scenes and it needn’t be. I got what I wanted well before I had to “let loose.” The whipping was never as intense as it could have been. I had no desire to go there. If I had the bondage would have been more complete; there would have been no wiggle room on the cross. Patrick would have been bound tightly so that the target of his back would have been immovably secure, a place to lash out with directness until his tender skin began to ooze and then bleed.But sadism doesn’t have to go that far to be erotic. It only has to know its power and its control. The slave was mine and he had shown that with the gift, quietly tendered in a fancy restaurant in the heart of Washington, DC and now shown to our Leather brothers at the clubhouse.Too often we fail to see the importance of giving in what we do, that BDSM is not only a mindless act of desire, but that rather it is more correctly seen as the gift of self. The best of what we do is the gift of both selves. It is not only bottoms who are called to give. Tops, too, must give of themselves by freely being who they are. It is a strange idea that I can best please Patrick only by being the selfish, sadistic, and demanding son of a bitch that I am. It is only by taking what I want, Patrick on the cross as an example, that gives him what he truly wants.Strange bedfellows we make, but happy ones to be sure.

BLOOD TIES

I have a new guilty pleasure and his name is Kyle Schmid. He is the vampire, Henry Fitzroy from the new lifetime series, Blood Ties. I am loving Henry!

If you haven't checked out this new show, YOU HAVE TOO. Even if you just watch him. I won't be upset if you find the show a bit cheesy, but you will love the vampire.

I also love that the other actors aren't all pretty, young hot studs. They are thirty somethings. Majority are in their thirties at least. I love that.

Blood ties runs on Lifetime, Sundays at nine I believe.

He is yummy. I just hope that when Charlain Harris' series finally comes out on HBO that they keep Eric the viking vampire, big, blond and very sexy. A viking is a viking, I tell ya.

We have someone new in our house

Our new ghost,or guide or whatever he is, likes the dogs. He talks to them and I have been the only one who has heard him, until yesterday.

The other morning I was laying in bed and heard a male voice, a slight accent, but I can't put my finger on what type of accent it is though.
I heard a male voice say.."Hi dogs." I lay there listening but that is all I heard. The dogs didn't bark, or whine, nothing. I guess they like him I figured.
Yesterday, Megan was at the computer, me getting ready to go to dinner with Jodie, and we heard..."Hello dogs." She looked at me and asked "Is dad home?" I looked out the window, nope, no truck. She looked at me.
"Then who is in the living room talking to the puppies?"
"You heard that too? I hear him all the time. I have no idea who he is."
She then turned back to the computer. So normal around here. lol.

Jodie is always amazed that things like that don't faze us. It just all comes with the territory I guess. I do wonder who he is though. He sounds like he is in his twenties maybe, and male. Not sure if he is a guide, or if he is something else. He is a dog lover though. So, he can't be that bad.

How to poop at work

I borrowed/stole this from SCOTT-O-RAMA, very funny.

HOW TO POOP AT WORK

We’ve all been there but don’t like to admit it. We’ve all kicked back in our cubicles and suddenly felt something brewing down below. As much as we try to convince ourselves otherwise, the WORK POOP is inevitable.
For those who hate pooping at work, following is the Survival Guide for taking a dump at work.

CROP DUSTING
When farting, you walk really fast around the office so the smell is not in your area and everyone else gets a whiff but doesn’t know where it came from. Be careful when you do this. Do not stop until the full fart has been expelled. Walk an extra 30 feet to make sure the smell has left your pants.

FLY BY
The act of scouting out a bathroom before pooping. Walk in and check for other poopers. If there are others in the bathroom, leave and come back again. Be careful not to become a FREQUENT FLYER. People may become suspicious if they catch you constantly going into the bathroom.

ESCAPEE
A fart that slips out while taking a leak at the urinal or forcing a poop in a stall. This is usually accompanied by a sudden wave of embarrassment. If you release an escapee, do not acknowledge it. Pretend it did not happen. If you are standing next to the farter in the urinal, pretend you did not hear it. No one likes an escapee. It is uncomfortable for all involved. Making a joke or laughing makes both parties feel uneasy.

JAILBREAK
When forcing a poop, several farts slip out at a machine gun pace. This is usually a side effect of diarrhea or a hangover. If this should happen, do not panic. Remain in the stall until everyone has left the bathroom to spare everyone the awkwardness of what just occurred.

COURTESY FLUSH
The act of flushing the toilet the instant the poop hits the water. This reduces the amount of air time the poop has to stink up the bathroom. This can help you avoid being caught doing the WALK OF SHAME.

WALK OF SHAME
Walking from the stall, to the sink, to the door after you have just stunk up the bathroom. This can be a very uncomfortable moment if someone walks in and busts you. As with farts, it is best to pretend that the smell does not exist. Can be avoided with the use of the COURTESY FLUSH.

OUT OF THE CLOSET POOPER
A colleague who poops at work and is damn proud of it. You will often see an Out Of The Closet Pooper enter the bathroom with a newspaper or magazine under their arm. Always look around the office for the Out Of The Closet Pooper before entering the bathroom.

THE POOPING FRIENDS NETWORK (P.F.N)
A group of co-workers who band together to ensure emergency pooping goes off without incident. This group can help you to monitor the where abouts of Out Of The Closet Poopers, and identify SAFE HAVENS.

SAFE HAVENS
A seldom used bathroom somewhere in the building where you can least expect visitors. Try floors that are predominantly of the opposite sex. This will reduce the odds of a pooper of your sex entering the bathroom.

TURD BURGLAR
Someone who does not realize that you are in the stall and tries to force the door open. This is one of the most shocking and vulnerable moments that can occur when taking a poop at work. If this occurs, remain in the stall until the Turd Burglar leaves. This way you will avoid all uncomfortable eye contact.

CAMO-COUGH
A phony cough that alerts all new entrants into the bathroom that you are in a stall. This can be used to cover-up a WATERMELON, or to alert potential Turd Burglars. Very effective when used in conjunction with an ASTAIRE.

ASTAIRE
A subtle toe-tap that is used to alert potential Turd Burglars that you are occupying a stall. This will remove all doubt that the stall is occupied. If you hear an Astaire, leave the bathroom immediately so the pooper can poop in peace.

WATERMELON
A poop that creates a loud splash when hitting the toilet water. This is also an embarrassing incident. If you feel a Watermelon coming on, create a diversion. See CAMO-COUGH.

HAVANA OMELET
A case of diarrhea that creates a series of loud splashes in the toilet water. Often accompanied by an Escapee. Try using a Camo-Cough with an ASTAIRE.

UNCLE TED
A bathroom user who seems to linger around forever. Could spend extended lengths of time in front of the mirror or sitting on the pot. An Uncle Ted makes it difficult to relax while on the crapper, as you should always wait to poop when the bathroom is empty. This benefits you as well as the other bathroom attendees.