Sunday, August 4, 2013
You may find yourself living in a shotgun shackSo, I find myself sitting at a restaurant. And I find myself sharing a meal with another couple from the BDSM lifestyle. And I find myself sitting with my wonderfully lovely slave/wife Serafina on my right. And I find myself with the equally lovely EvaKaye, my new submissive, on my left.
You may find yourself in another part of the world
You may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
You may find yourself in a beautiful house with a beautiful wife
You may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground
You may ask yourself, how do I work this?
lyric from Once in a Lifetime by David Byrne, Chris Franz, Tina Weymouth, Jerry Harrison, Brian Eno
I guarantee that the three most beautiful, the three most radiant, the three sexiest (not to mention the three kinkiest) women in the establishment were sitting there at my table! And, two of them are mine!
And, at this point I really do ask myself, how did I get here? Believe it or not, I also asked myself, how do I work this?
Now I have to confess that my thoughts weren't really the lyrics of a popular song, the actual thought that comes to mind when sitting in a booth with EvaKaye on one side and Serafina on the other is this:
"Dear Lord, I don't know what I'e done to earn the honor and privilege of being able to accompany these two wonderful creatures, but please God, give me the strength, wisdom, and courage to do them justice. To my eyes Lord, they are your most beautiful creations."I also believe that can be roughly translated to mean "How did I get here?" and "How do I work this?"
Dominants are supposed to have answers, at least that's the reality I come from (your mileage and reality may vary!) Yes, I suppose I have my share of answers, but it seems I have more than my share of questions as well these days too.
I guess if I think long and hard enough I can answer "How did I get here?" - the path I've taken is clear enough in retrospect, even if looking back now it's overgrown and more than a little tortuous. I bought into the whole "road less traveled" imagery so much that most of my life I've been bushwhacking thru underbrush, nary a footstep, let along another's path to follow.
And I suppose that's the experience that has made the man who stands before you today. Everything I do, everything I experience, it truly is a once in a lifetime event. All our yesterday's are gone, and tomorrow's sometime never come. That's the real reason we are told to live for the moment, to seize the day, because in the end that's all we have, this one moment in this one lifetime, to experience what's before us.
I mean not only am I blessed with the aforementioned submissive and slave that I can call my own, I also get to mentor and play with a third lovely lady masochist who is enthralling in her own right. I also have good friends in the lifestyle, and am finding more all the time.
I'm certainly not going to be appearing on any commercials as the worlds most interesting man, that's without a doubt true, but I'd be willing to accept the title of "world's luckiest man". For God's sake, in addition to the slave, submissive, and play partner, there's even a St Andrew's Cross, a Dungeon bed, a suspension frame, and a spanking bench spread out between the rooms of my home's main floor. World's luckiest man indeed!
So, I guess that means that it turns out that I also have at least a semblance of an answer to the question, "How do I work this?"
And the answer is simple, I look to the values that brought me to where I am today. I look at how I got here to see where I'm going. And the realization that suddenly strikes me, is that - Everything I really need to know I learned from BDSM.
No matter what lesson I've needed to learn, I've realized my own best answers from studying and living this lifestyle.
I know that's not the path that most others take, but most don't tie their first girl up for sex 7 months before their 18th birthday. Well, maybe with the internet that's not so true anymore, but back in 1980, my path hadn't been much more than trailblazed before me.
I came from a dysfunctional family, and was an only child to boot, not to mention having no children of my own. So, it's become true that the fetish/kink/BDSM community is my real family. I'm often asked how I can have a St Andrew's Cross and a dungeon bed in my living room, what do I do when people who don't live the lifestyle come to visit?
I never liked answering a question with a question, but can't help but reply - "Why would I want people who don't understand my lifestyle visiting my home?"
That's how I work it for now, but even that's open to change. One never knows where the next twist in the road will take me, the only thing I'm sure of today is that BDSM has shaped me (and my life) for the better. BDSM has become a core part of who I am.
Michael Samadhi has become as much "who I am" as any name my Mother might have put on a birth certificate . . . Once in a lifetime indeed!
You may ask yourself, what is that beautiful house?Well you may ask yourself those things, I know very well what I've done. And I know what I'm going to do too . . .
You may ask yourself, where does that highway lead to?
You may ask yourself, am I right, am I wrong?
You may say to yourself, my god, what have I done?
Same as it ever wasNow go find out for yourself, what BDSM can do for you!
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
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