a tribute to merinthophiliacs . . .

I write, at least in part, because I love words and word play.  So, imagine my great joy at discovering a new word that equates with being a lover of bondage!

Merinthophilia is now officially declared the "word of the day" here at Samadhi House!

Believe it or not, there's even a Facebook page for merinthophiliacs!

I should also add that Serafina "suffers" from merinthophilia.  In a recent discussion she expressed her true love for rope bondage.  Apparently, for Serafina anyway, there is a special "energy" from rope that simply isn't recreated with leather straps and restraints.

let me count the ways . . .

"There are a hundred ways to kneel and kiss the ground." 
    -Rumi

 

It's easy to talk about the BDSM aspects of my relationship with serafina, it's harder to talk about the spiritual side of things.  I don't suppose that's going to change overnight, but it is a goal for this blog to have a greater focus on that aspect of our BDSM practice.  

To my mind, it's easier to see the spiritual side of service, the dominant aspect is perhaps a bit harder and more obscure to embrace.  That's something I occasionally struggle with as a dominant.  I feel a little bit like the old bluesmen, who were sure that their passion would land them in hell.  I guess there's some consolation there, in that at least I'd find good company there!

25 question meme - Michael's

This is one of the memes that has been making it's rounds of the blogosphere, I've observed it on several differnt blogs, so I can't even say for sure where I first saw it

1. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?
The simple answer is - both . . .
Samadhi House is a fairly cozy place, especially so because we have far more furniture than fits comfortably (long story) so some closets have had their doors removed for simplicity, convenience, and ease of access.  All closets with doors are closed when not actively in use - isn't that the point of having doors?

2. Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?
Of course!  The products are brought home and placed in a box where the sit forgotten.  Once every ten years (or so) the box is emptied, and the cycle begins anew.  I think Serafina does actually use the products occasionally, or she did before we started using Dr Bronners soaps.

3. Do you cut out coupons but then never use them?
I don't get any newspapers, so don't get coupons to clip, unless they show up in my PO Box.  When coupons show up the the PO box they are brought home, placed on the kitchen table until they expire, then we throw them away.  If this doesn't seem perfectly logical to you, also refer to my answer about hotel soap.

4. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?
I'm sorry, but I can't help picturing being attacked by a bear who's being chased by a swarm of bees.  Aren't Sadist's minds scary places to visit?

5. Do you always smile for pictures?
Not if I'm busy flogging someone . . .

6. What is your biggest pet peeve?
People with pet peeves . . . get over yourselves already, OK?

7. What size is your bed?
Apparently it's big enough for two people, but not large enough for three . . .

8. What’s your least favorite movie?
Ummmmm, this kind of question is one of my pet peeves!  OK not really, I got over myself a while back, but that sounded like a good answer.

I can't really say that I have an answer for this question, I try to dwell on the positive, so my mind has never stored away a least favorite.  I suppose I could use this as an excuse to take an editorial moment and explain that I will never understand the appeal of the Jackass show or movies, but I can't say that I've ever had more than a glimpse at them, so it wouldn't be fair to judge them on that limited basis (although it does seem like I have doesn't it?)

9. What do you dip a chicken nugget in?
The trash can - and it's not a dip, it's a tumble!  Seriously, just about anything is better than a McNugget built from some kind of pink slime.  Now if we are talking a piece of real chicken, not just congealed parts, I'm a BBQ sauce kinda guy.

10. What is your favorite food?
I like a good steak, cooked medium rare.

11. What movies could you watch over and over and still love?
I can't think of any mainstream movies I'd put into this category.  The only thing that comes to mind is a foreign flick alternately called The Punishment of Anne or The Image by director Radley Metzger.

The Image is not a movie that's terribly widely known or circulated, in fact when a former submissive of mine was once trying to source a copy as a gift for me circa 2000-2001, she went as far as contacting Metzger himself looking for a DVD copy, only to be told it wasn't available.  Fortunately that's changed, because my worn out old copy on videotape was in Sony Betamax format!  I love showing other folks in the BDSM lifestyle this movie, so it has always had more than it's share of screenings at Samadhi House.


12. Were you ever a boy/girl scout?
I was a Cub Scout at an early age, until my mom took objection to their oath including God . . .

Later when was in High School, I became an Explorer Scout, mostly because the local group included a young lady I was interested in exploring.

13. Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?
I'd like to say yes, as it does sound like fun!
But, in reality I have to temper that enthusiasm with the fact that back about 20 years ago I was asked to be a nude model for life-drawing classes at a couple of local colleges, and I declined.  I'm a highly sexual person, and the offer was to model with my ex-wife who was built like a brick shithouse, I was afraid that I'd have to fight an erection popping up the entire time.  Of course, in retrospect it was pretty foolish of me to not want to go into a room full of college girls and "advertise" - I mean what was I afraid of?

14. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?
I write to Serafina in a notebook every single day.

15. Favorite kind of sandwich?
BLT

16. Best thing to eat for breakfast?
Oatmeal is best for me, so I eat that four days a week.  The other three days of the week it's usually some version of eggs and toast, perhaps with a smoked loin chop on the side if I'm feeling extravagant.

17. What is your usual bedtime?
I'm an early to be and early to rise kinda guy.  Weeknights I'm usually in bed by 10pm, although with Serafina next to me, that doesn't always mean I'm going to sleep right away!

18. Are you lazy?
I work hard when I need to, but I enjoy my leisure time as much as the next guy, maybe more.

19. Do you have any magazine subscriptions?
I support Fetlife, I have a subscription to the Training of O site at kink.com, I also subscribe to Netflix and Spotify - but I have no traditional subscriptions in terms of print magazines.  I think the last subscription I had was a neat little hobbyist magazine called Military Miniatures In Review.

20. Do you sing in the car?
I sing in lots of places, not just the car . . . When I cooked for a living, they used to call me the "singing chef" . . .

21. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?
Menards (a large chain hardware store) has better "pervertables" than any of those choices, as does a farm supply store called Farm 'n' Fleet.  I shop those stores as often as I do Wally World (Wal-Mart) - but it's hard to beat Wally World's low low prices for groceries.  When we had a local grocery with unionized employees, I did shop there, but it's been gone for years . . .

22. What’s your favorite color?
Black Leather . . . if you don't consider "black leather" to be an actual color choice, I'll just go with black.

23. Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?
Out!  Serafina used to keep tucking those sheet bottoms in tight, I had to keep kicking them out each night when I went to bed.  Now she knows better.  She learned that I'm like the Borg, in the end, resistance was futile and she was assimilated!

24. Have you ever stolen a street sign before?
Me?  Never!
How do I explain the street signs in my garage you ask?
My neighbor gave them to me . . .  ;)

25. Do you like to use post-it notes?
No, but I have 14 different tabs open in my browser. (I admit I closed 4 others as I was counting!)

awaken

“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.”
   --  Carl Jung

making hay

Last year when the whole 50 Shades of Grey phenomena was exploding, before I knew anything about the books other than their popularity and that they included some elements of BDSM, I gave Serafina an assignment to read the books.  I can't say it ended up being a favorite assignment for either one of us, as I had to read the books myself, and I can't say that I'm personally a fan of romance novels, which is where I'd categorize 50 Shade of Grey and it's sequels.

I'd also previously asked my slave/wife to read Laura Antoniou's Marketplace series, but she found the initial premise to be objectionable, as she found the entire concept of preparing a slave (even a consensual one) for the auction block to be more than a little bit personally distasteful.  I've long been a fan of Antoniou's writing, and have always considered the Marketplace books to be the epitome of good BDSM literature.

Just over a week ago, on Feburary 24th, I reassigned The Marketplace to Serafina for her reading lessons, asking her to get beyond her personal prejudice against a human being sold at an auction, asking her to remember that in the fictional world of the Marketplace the individuals she'd be reading about had chosen their paths quite willingly.

I'm pleased to report that my darling slave/wife has not only completed The Marketplace (including the bonus short stories included with the kindle edition) but is deep into it's sequel, The Slave.  Another year of immersion in the lifestyle has broadened her perspective enough so that she's now enjoying the series very much.

Serafina gives her submission and service to me out of love, so the thought of a slave needing to be a slave so badly that they'd essentially be willing to be auctioned off to a term of service will always be a bit foreign to her, of that I am sure.  I never found the concept disturbing, in fact if such a thing as the Marketplace had existed in real life, I'd have found a way to seek it out.  I would have aspired to be a trainer . . .

Daydreams aside, I'm rather gratified that Serafina is enjoying her current reading assignments, so gratified I wanted to share it here.  I can't even begin to say how much it pleases me to see her grow in her acceptance and understanding of all things BDSM, it makes my heart feel young again.

Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints off to Washington.

There's a lot of debate going on at Fetlife right now about freedom of speech.  The debate was sparked in light of the decision to place stronger limits on what cannot be posted and discussed at this site. This decision was taken after Fetlife lost their credit card processor, a result of hosting discussions on some subjects that are taboo.

One vocal group in the debate has been the coprophiliacs - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coprophilia. They resent being lumped together with the pedophiles, zoophilics, and incest fetishists. I've also read a few rumblings from the zoosexual folk that they resent being lumped together with the pedophiles too.  The incest lovers don't really want to be associated with pedophiles either, at least that's my understanding.  Apparently being a pedophile is like farting in church - nobody wants to sit next to you!

I almost feel it necessary to insert a disclaimer here, saying that I don't partake in any of those activities, they are pretty far outside of my personal comfort zone. I was a sexual abuse victim courtesy of a pedophile, and while I don't believe the experience changed me greatly, it's not something I'd wish upon any other child.

What I want to do is impart a bit of a civics lesson, I want to practice something I always preached when faced with problems of this sort, and tell folks if they don't like the system the way it is, they should call their legislator. I don't particularly want anyone to think I am 'taking a stand' with pedophiles, zoophilics, coprophiliacs, and incest fetishists, but I can't help planting my tongue firmly in cheek, and giving them some 'advice' . . .

You have the right to be protected from government censorship of your speech, but even that has limits - inciting a riot is going to be trouble, taking part in a criminal conspiracy isn't protected speech either, and you don't have much for freedom of speech rights when under oath in a courtroom.

Credit Card processors have rights of their own. Private companies, for the most part - within certain limits, have the ability to choose their customers. They have some freedoms too, ya know . . .

When a US court gives coprophiliacs some sort of 'protected class' status - then you'll be able to sue for discrimination. Here is a link to a simple wiki article describing the current protected classes - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Protected_class . . . Lacking the status as a 'protected class' - coprophiliacs will probably always face discrimination . . .

You should realize how the system works, and what would need to change for your rights to be protected. It takes legislation to create a protected class, so rather than fighting and bickering here, which isn't going to change anything, I'd suggest you call your local legislators and ask them to stand up for your right to eat shit . . .

You know, if one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and they won't listen. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony, they may think they're both sickos, and they won't take listen to them. And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in telling a legislator they want to eat shit and then walking out. They may think it's an organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said fifty people a day walking in telling their legislator they want their right to eat shit protected and then walking out. Well friend,s they may think it's a movement!

My apologies to Arlo Guthrie for the liberties I took with his lyrics . . .

This was a very simple and very condensed version of a civic's lesson folks should have spent about a week learning about back when they were in school.

now THAT's a love bite . . .

I don't suffer from erectile dysfunction (at least not yet - I'd imagine as men age it's an issue we'll all face someday if we live long enough) so I can't help but snickering a little at this information about the Brazilian wandering spider, purported to be among the most venomous of it's kind . . .

The Brazilian wandering spider is one of the most venomous spiders in the world (currently listed in the Guinness World Records as *the* most venous spiders), but luckily their fangs are poorly adapted for attacking mammals so the bite is unlikely to kill you. Instead, if you're a man you'll sport a very painful erection for several hours.

Our friends at Pfizer and Lily ain't got nothin' on Mother Nature . . .

And please remember, my dear reader, as per TV commercials for Viagra and Cialis . . . For erections lasting more than four hours, please seek immediate medical attention!

Falling for Ice Storms and Undeserved Reputation

Don't like the weather?

Well then just stick around, it'll change!

One of the significant joys of living in the Midwest is the weather extremes we see.  Sitting the the middle of a vast continent, with no significant bodies of water nearby to moderate temps and weather effects, we get to see Mother Nature as an extremely variable and rather capricious Goddess . . .

Today's adventure with weather was an ice storm.  We'd been gone for the weekend, off visiting the couple we are mentoring.  They live about an hour and a half from us, so it's not a terribly long drive, but it's not close enough for casual visits, especially when time seems to simply evaporate when we are together.

What seems like 45 minutes of play often turns out to have taken two or three hours.  I guess the old adage about time flying when having fun has more than a little measure of truth.  Lots of incredible fun was had by all, including Serafina's first efforts at rope bondage with another woman (hot!)!

The local forecast called for freezing rain this morning, and for once the weather man delivered on his promise, waking up this morning we were greeted by a thick coat of ice.  Just after breakfast, when I stepped out to check on the conditions, I took a slide, then a fall.

Fortunately, the hotel's hot tube helped to mitigate some of the falls effects, but the somewhat tense ride home on partially icy roads encouraged my body to stiffen up pretty good . . .

I was planning on doing a bullet point list of highlights from the weekend (there were many) but I find myself feeling a little addled in the brain, as the pain pills I took to counter the effects of my fall have already kicked in as I sat to write this post.  So I'll just leave you, my dear reader with the one that had me smiling, just before, and even after, I fell flat on my ass . . .

First, I'll ask you to picture Serafina and I sitting with the other couple this morning, eating our complimentary breakfasts together in a crowded upscale hotel lounge.

As we were quietly enjoying our meals together,I looked across the table and saw what looked like a 'shadow' on "d's" wrist ( "d" is the the lady submissive who's the fairer half of the couple I'm mentoring.)  Fearing that the 'shadow' was actually a bruise from the many hours of rope bondage we'd inflicted on "d" over the course of Friday and Saturday nights, I asked if the skin discoloration I was seeing was actually bruise.

To put the question into context, I should add that we've all grown very comfortable together, and quite obviously as I'm mentoring and playing with them, I speak in pretty graphic terms with my friend B (a convenient name for "d's" husband so they have the initials B&D or B/d.)   And, because we had the entire pool area to ourselves while enjoying the hot-tub together Saturday night, we'd never had to be discrete in our conversation for the better part of our three day weekend of play.

Forgetting for a moment where we were, "B" rather innocently asked, "So, you are thinking the bruise might be a rope mark from the bondage?"  As it always seems to happen at moments like that, what had been a loud room all morning suddenly seemed to quiet just as "B" asked his question.

Oh my dear reader, four faces were red, at least for a moment, until we all burst out laughing, giggling together like the outrageous confidants we've become.  I didn't look around the room to gauge reactions, but it did seem as though the room quickly got even louder than before, perhaps everyone switched to talking about us!

In the end, when I think about it, I'd rather be known as the guy who left the rope marks than as the guy who fell flat on his ass in the parking lot.  Oh, and in case anyone was curious, the mark was an old scar, so despite my new found reputation, I'm not really the guy who left rope marks at all, at least not long lasting ones . . .

rope marks on "d's" wrists

Quote, news, etc.

"Bad BDSM is much like any other kind of bad sex and for the same reasons. Good BDSM is much like any other kind of good sex and for the same reasons. If either is impersonal and done by the numbers, it will disappoint. If either is done with real feelings, passion and a sense of connection, it will deliver beyond expectations.
Kink isn't the key factor here. It's the ability to connect with another human being."
    --  Ernest Greene

Ernest Green has been part of the BDSM community as long as I can remember, so it's a privilege to have him as a friend on FetLife, where I continually find him offering observations worthy of "breadcrumbs" . . .

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I find myself posting here very rarely these days, for which I apologize to you, my dear reader.  There's more than enough juicy and titillating tidbits to share happening here between Serafina and myself, I just never seem to find the time (or motivation) to write.  I believe it's a case of writer's block, mixed in with a measure of seasonal depression, flavored with a tinge of distraction.

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quotes from Michael's Kindle

'It was much pleasanter at home,' thought poor Alice, 'when one wasn't always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn't gone down that rabbit-hole--and yet--and yet--it's rather curious, you know, this sort of life! I do wonder what can have happened to me! When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought!

    --  Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

today's inspirational message

Be curious, not judgmental. 

    --  Walt Whitman

slave assignment 12/20/2012

My darling Serafina,

Yesterday was your birthday, another milestone on our journey together.  Today is a good day for reflecting on the past year, reflecting on how you've grown,  reflecting on how our relationship and our love has grown, and obviously reflecting on how your submission has grown.

Tomorrow, however, is a good day to get back to work. 

In addition to your normal duties and responsibilities, I'm going to ask you to prepare and complete a "service resume" for me.  I expect that your service resume will fully outline all the experience and skills you bring to the table as a service oriented submissive.

My darling, you tell me that your service to me brings fulfillment, which by the way warms my heart.  In my heart, I also know that I can better direct, use, and appreciate your skills and your service.  So, it could be said that it's one of my personal resolutions, that in the upcoming year, I will grow in applying and appreciating your service.

With love and passion,
Michael

Serafina's reply to assignment

Animal Husbandry

Responsible for 1000+ feeder cattle in winter weather.

Able to keep, breed, and milk a cow or goats.

Able to raise chickens, ducks, turkeys for eggs and meat. Includes killing, and eviscerating and processing the same.

Have bred and raised rabbits- 15 bucks, and 150 or so does with does cycling every 3 months with an average 8 kits apiece to dress out to 5 lbs within 8 weeks. Sold as fryers, and selling extra breeding stock.

Keep indoor dog and cats.

Have bred, raised and showed Red Factor Canaries, and took 2 second place best in show and one third place in 3 years. I built all my own breeding cages, rearing pens, and show boxes

Have been a bee-keeper for just over 6 years. Have advanced experience in raising queens. Cleaning, repairing and maintenance of brood and honey chambers. Extraction of honey.

Outside of home work experience

1968-1971- Mowing farm-yard grass- gas push mower. Various farm chores, Summer-fallowing and work with Versatile four-wheel dually tractor pulling 25 ft blade from 5 AM till 10 PM – no breaks, Various household chores, cooking for harvest crews, child minding.

1971-Elder home care Lady dying from MS

1975- first child born

1976 – Formal dinning hostess and waitress also serving beverages in the lounge as needed. Responsible for setting up and maintaining salad bar.

1972-1980- Various sales and home-party sales including companies Fuller Brush, Watkins, Tupperware.

1978-second child born

1979-began real estate sales included 4 week seminar for retail sales offered through Century 21. I listed, and sold my first listing within 60 days. The listing was one that all the other agents were unable to get.

1980- Worked for Great West Insurance Co- servicing medical extensions for self-employed truck drivers, and similar which entailed a large area so frequent travel in inclement weather.

1981- Manager of condominium high rise- collecting rents, rentals, maintenance, supervising tenants. Also grounds keeping and walkways etc.

1987- third child born.

1989- 1990 – raised meat rabbits, beekeeping, garden. Part-time caregiver to Quadriplegic.

1991- fourth child born.

1990- 1994 - beekeeping, garden. Part-time caregiver to Quadriplegic.

1994- death of first-born

1999 – 2000 survival mode, garden. Part-time caregiver to Quadriplegic.

2001-2003 - Became Medical cannabis user, and created discussion groups for medical users or alternative herbs to cope with pain. Sharing knowledge and seeds of hope. Met and developed friendship with Michael Samadhi and his then wife. Became live-in companion for an 92 year old gentleman

2003-2004 continued to cultivate friendship with Michael Samadhi and his wife and was invited to become a partner in triad relationship, Joined them physically, severed remaining prior ties

2004 – 2009 Became caregiver for Micheal's mother and support for Michael as his wife of 16 years began preparations to divorce., which completed late 2009.

2010- Michael have clearance to get married. Our wedding is held on the banks of Mississippi River in Ken Butterworth Parkway.

2010 to current- Living and enjoying life with Master Michael.

Other things I do or have done for fun

Photography- Joined ABPA ( Abbotsford Photo Arts Association) – A venue for professional and free-lance photographers, to share tips, tricks and compete in monthly challenges. Although no longer a member I still have a deep love of the art to this day. In high-school I spent 3 year as the school photographer, and developing my work in a darkroom- The 3 happiest years of my young life

Artist- I enjoy drawing and painting. digital manipulation, and creation

Hobbyist- 1/35 scaled WW2 armory scale models and dioramas, 1/12 scale miniature doll-housing.

Faberge- style egg, Beading, sewing, candle-making, and anything else that catches my interest.

our 1st munch

Well my dear friends and readers, the lovely Serafina and I went to our first munch last night, an event put on by Quad City Kinks.  Even though we ended up leaving pretty early, we very much enjoyed ourselves and look forward to going again.

I guess our biggest problem is being "early to bed" kinda folks, as we normally get ready for bed about the time most folks would just be gearing up for a night out on the town.  I figure that feeling sleepy by 9pm didn't ever help anyone's social life, it certainly doesn't do any wonders for us.

It didn't help that Friday nights was the company Christmas Party for my business, so the night before the munch was not only mandatory, it ran rather late (as such events are prone to do.)  We started the day tired.

Then there was the weather.  We had a storm front seemingly stalled over us, bringing a soaking downpour upon us just as we left Friday night's festivities.  The rain lasted through Saturday as well, and though I'm thankful for the moisture because we've been in a drought, this kind of weather always seems to make my arthritis pain worse.

So by the time my delightful slave/wife and I arrived at the munch, we were already very tired and very sore.  The warm welcome we received from the folks who arrived before us were very nice.  With the excitement of going, and doing something new, not to mention meeting new people (perverts just like us,) I think we forgot our pain and fatigue, if only for the moment.

The event got pretty big.  When it was all said and done, the total headcount reached 32, a very impressive total, especially when it's considered that our modest metropolitan area of less than 500,000 actually has 2 different BDSM social groups.  Viva la kink!

We enjoyed a nice meal and some good conversation with the folks around us.  Everyone attending the event introduced themselves, allowing us to put some faces with screen names we knew from Fetlife.  And, there was a very nice holiday gift exchange.

To be honest, the size of the crowd caused a little bit of difficulty for me.  I'm going to sound more than a little bit like a decrepit old man when I say this, and it's true I'm not getting any younger, but I honestly have trouble hearing clearly when I'm at a noisy event or when I'm in a crowd.  It's always been a bit of a problem for me, so it's not just age I reckon.

And in some venues, catching 3 out of every 4 words isn't a problem.  But I can tell you for sure, it is more than a little problematic when making introductions for the first time.  Leading to embarrassing exchanges like the following (fictionalized to protect the names I really did butcher . . .)

"Oh, so your name is WagonFlower?" I say not quite sure I heard correctly.
"I'm sorry DragonBlower," I respond, just a little embarrassed when corrected.
"Oh geesh, I'm really sorry DragonFlower!  Really I won't get your name wrong yet again, I promise . . ." I said, finally getting it right on my third try.

Perhaps I wasn't really that bad for me last night, but it felt that way.

All too soon, the excitement ended for us, as we found ourselves getting sleepy and sore.  Not having had the foresight to bring along any decent pain medications, we found ourselves packing up and heading home.  It was earlier than we'd hoped to leave, but we felt satisfied with the food (about what you'd expect from the chain restaurant that hosted us) and the company (we met some nice folks we'll enjoy seeing again.)

inspirational message of the day . . .

I see fetishes… it's better than seeing dead people.
    --  found on Fetlife

btw - Serafina and I are both on Fetlife . . .
Michael
Serafina
Friends here are welcome to become friends there!
And, Serafina and I are actively working to become better citizens on the kink world, and that means community involvement.  We'll be going to our first munch this weekend too.

Joy of Kink

Just an FYI for our dear friends and readers . . .

We just started a new blog named - the Joy of Kink - now found at joyofkink.com.

The Joy of Kink is intended to be a teaching tool, where I share the BDSM knowledge and experience I've gleaned over the past 30 years.  Some of the essays I've written for this blog will eventually transition to the Joy of Kink, but we do intend to maintain this blog as well.

This Spiritual Kink blog will become a personal blog for Serafina and I, where we will continue to share stories and details of our personal relationship with our dear friends and readers.  While I'm committed to writing educational pieces at the new site, I still will contribute here, and this will remain Serafina's BDSM virtual BDSM home.

Thanks for understanding and adapting to these changes. I hope that our friends from this blog will also join us at the Joy of Kink, and we want to encourage all our friends and readers to add their comments at the new site. Experienced friends, please feel free to contribute your wisdom and knowledge, it's needed and appreciated.  As no single individual can fully know and understand the world of kink, I need your help and perspective to make the Joy of Kink the best possible resource I can for the curious and uninitiated.  By the same token, novices and newbies alike are encouraged to participate and to freely ask questions, I sincerely believe that the only stupid question is the one that remains unasked.