All that body hair in the inspiration picture led me to thinking of The Queen and Gaelan. The Queen has been a very bad boy- I've been tempted to ask Audrey to come collect her Onyx- and he has been trying to write this scene for me. You'd think a polyamorous man with so many submissives and non-D/s partners wouldn't need to bother his author to get more sex :D. But so I can get back to my WIP (it being a challenge in itself because I have a couple- straight, monogamous, cisgender, new to BDSM- and I hardly relate to them.) The Queen has the floor for awhile.
Rubbing his thumbs over Gaelan's stomach rolls, a few less than there had been months ago, The Queen enjoyed his boy's shuddering response to his touch. "How are you feeling about your body today, my little cub?"
"Better, my Queen." Gaelan's Adam's apple moved noticeably on his thinner neck. "I... I'm still wondering why... you, um... find me still... attractive, my Queen."
The Queen folded his hands against the nape of Gaelan's neck. "My love, my pooka." He pressed soft kisses to the bearded cheeks. "Attractive? I love the feel of your neck beneath your hair grown shaggy. Your nipples practically beg me to touch them." He dipped his head and drew one nipple between his lips and sucked. One hand slid down Gaelan's back as he held the man close. His lips still brushing the nipple, he said, "All your gorgeous, wiry red body hair rubbing against me turns me on." His hand slid around onto Gaelan's stomach. "You are growing comfortable in your own body. That is incredibly attractive. With all the changes you have made in the past months, your eyes are getting brighter again, like when I first collared you. I could never tired of looking at your beautiful green eyes." He reached around Gaelan's waist to grab his boy's asscheeks. "You look real, real good in this new jock, boy. I would be so proud to take you to a club and lead you around just wearing it and my collar."
"Thank you, my Queen," Gaelan whimpered into The Queen's hair as he started kissing his way down Gaelan's neck.
Cock grown painfully hard in his jeans, The Queen continued his slow exploration of Gaelan with hands and lips. He moaned as the soft expanse of his boy's torso came into his immediate view. First the other nipple, his teeth and lips drawing hisses of submissive pleasure as he teased it. Then he kissed his way down the middle of Gaelan until his chin rested in the gloriously hairy navel. He gripped the backs of his boy's thighs as his face drew close to the leather waistband.
"My Queen." Gaelan coughed and then gripped The Queen's shoulders.
"Lay down, baby," The Queen ordered as he urged Gaelan to the soft faux grass floor, acting as a balance for his boy to sink to the floor with him. Once his boy rested on his ass before sinking flat to the soft grass, he grasped the zipper at the middle of the jockstrap. "I want you." He pulled the zipper down. Licking his lips. he eased the wonderfully hard cock into his grasp. He lifted his gaze to take in Gaelan's face, eyes closed and lips trembling in his arousal. He breathed in deep. He took a hold of Gaelan's hips as he leaned forward to trace the tip of his tongue over the gently revealed glans. "No begging for orgasm, my sweet." He dragged his own facial scruff over his sub's cock until the man jerked against the floor.
Gaelan pressed his feet down into the grass. "Been denied... my Queen."
The Queen flipped back his hair and looked up at Gaelan's face again. "So you will gift your cum very fast and that is fine. Then we shall lounge in the pool." He leaned over until his lips touched his boy's stomach, the cock filling his mouth. He reached underneath him and undid his jeans. Under the cloud of his hair, he closed his eyes and continued deep breaths. He bathed Gaelan in his mouth as some mint from one of Tommy's homemade soaps teased his tongue. Cupping his sub's balls with one hand, he sucked on the cock, harder and harder, Gaelan's moans washing over him. As he moved to palm the testicles instead, he straightened his fingers to massage his boy's perineum.
"My Queen, my Queen!" Gaelan cried out. He wriggled against The Queen's finger until one slipped into his ass.
Humming with pleasure, The Queen stroked Gaelan. He worked his tongue against the front of the shaft. His fingers pushed into his boy's thighs as a burst of pre-cum teased the back of his throat. He lifted his mouth until just the very tip of Gaelan's cock rested between his lips and he wrapped his other hand around the shaft.
"Please, like that, my Queen!" Gaelan's legs fell flat onto the floor.
The Queen curled his finger inside Gaelan until he was able to feel his sub's prostate. He tapped gently yet steadily. He sucked more of the shaft into his mouth.
"Yes, yes! My Queen! Oh, my Queen!" Gaelan's hips pumped.
Pushing down onto Gaelan's cock, his hand dropping away so he could deep-throat his boy, The Queen tensed his abs as his body moved with the sub. He swallowed fast as Gaelan came hard. He coaxed more pleasure with his tapping on his boy's prostate.
"My Queen," Gaelan sobbed.
The Queen swallowed, his hand stilling. He eased his finger out of Gaelan and wiped it on his jeans before pulling them off. "Come on. Pool," he ordered.
"But you're hard too, my Queen," Gaelan protested.
"Yes and I want to hold you now. Let me be pleased in the way I want." The Queen kissed the middle of Gaelan's belly. "Love you, my pooka."
This was originally from a venting sort of series, but I've broken that series all apart. The series was about how love can look in BDSM, that indeed, even if it doesn't look like love to others, there is often love in BDSM, I'd begged The Queen to step up and give a cisgender male view on it; a transgender guy friend had taken part in the series, but no cis man.
I love you, all of you, every last bit of you.
At first glance with BDSM, it is all too easy to miss the loving care that a Dominant will lavish on a devoted submissive. Especially when the care isn't what we have been taught to expect.
Let me ruminate on Mearr, then Vala once she decided on the new name she wanted, to mark her new life, to place herself firmly in my life and push away her tortured past. Oh, that sick little female I brought home from that coffeehouse. Even then, holding her in my arms, I could not help but look down on her and feel my heart expand. Yeah, I am a sucker for a person who needs me. I so enjoyed imagining Ailee giving her that first bath, wishing I could have done it. However I did get to watch her relax as it became slowly obvious to her that she could trust me not to violate her. The first time we enjoyed having sex, the care of her fingers pulling the latex onto my cock, the way she felt as she came. Ah. I do not understand why more male dominants do not write erotica. Then as the days built into weeks into months as she got healthier, as I helped her move through the steps of her legal name change. Just to look up from my desk when I was busily at work and to see her smiling at me with a very similar, contented, doting love as Tommy. It almost startled me when I realized how deeply I had fallen in love with her. Then when she finally said those words to me. "I love you, my Queen" were the sweetest words to hear in her voice, although when she hesitantly pushed through just to say she thought she was falling in love with me.
Now despite what she'd seen in the loft of Simon, Tommy, and I interacting, the books I'd provided her, what she'd seen in life of BDSM, I knew it was going to be entirely different for Vala when she made the move from being in recovery at my loft to coming to my mansion, being collared, becoming my slave. Sure, I always saw what was in her- I was even half waiting for what happened between her and Raanan when I left them at home alone- but I knew she didn't. It took time, patience, and care on my part to help her find her strength. But how I love her strength. How I love seeing her pride in her body, both for her own sake and how it pleases Iona and I. Love at the loft, love at the mansion, love before and after collaring. Of course that first week after her collaring was so very difficult. While I was sure how important the security and the learning of sleeping on a bondage board would be for her, I fought with myself if her nightmares would overwhelm her; I do not remember when my nightmares finally lessened, but I am pretty sure it took both Tommy and Simon's bodies pressed against me as we slept before that happened. I wish there hadn't been so much upheaval that messed with where she slept, but Iona has definitely been good for her. I so enjoyed how Vala came to love the pain play, the subjugation, and how her eyes would glow with love in response. The catch of her breath when I would look into her eyes and tell her, "I love you, my baby girl."
So yes, the novels are "Vala's Story," but I want to talk about my other sweet slaves. I know many who are monogamists and cannot understand how polyamory works will look at all my slaves- just as people in intimate relationships, not even with the BDSM- and wonder how. Well I am here to say, yes I very much love all them. Certainly not in exactly the same way. Of course, there is sometimes an allowance for "time we have been together." I have not had as much time to build a loving relationship with Chitra (only three months mine when Vala's story starts) as Tommy (my gorgeous, lovable Tommy who I have known since that fateful day when we were thirteen, my slave for fifteen years now.) I think of Tommy's embrace, how it feels when our arms are wrapped around each other. Chitra's sweetness on the day her formal training period ended was so overwhelming. How great her love shown in her very being when I made love to her, enjoyed her body beneath mine. Of course love is not just about physical intimacy. I think on Simon especially in how he manages little and even big details. How he prepares every meal, decides what food will come into the mansion. The best though is his delight in pleasing me. I love watching the myriad of tiny changes to his posture when he prepares a new chocolate dessert and after I take the first taste, smiling with the simple pleasure of chocolate and how hard he worked to please me.
But, and this works in speaking of all my slaves, one thing I love above all is doing whatever each needs for aftercare, especially after a scene that triggered sub space. First it is beautiful to reach that point with each other, where everything is just so right. Whether it is tiny Iona I am talking about or my sturdy little cub Gaelan, I love that trusting, shaking submissive body against mine. Moments when eye contact is made and the totality of their love and submission is presented so innocently to me.
Yes, I love them all deeply. And I treasure their love. Whether that treasuring is shown with a new outfit, a meal, or a caning- after all, Tommy does love to be on the receiving end of those beautiful instruments of pains.
So this is a reblog, but the feelings of needing to vent remain...
It's probably good that I waited until this morning to write this one 'cause the mood I was in yesterday, there would have been totally unnecessary swear words. Sorry for a moment's sour grapes, but when I read reviews that comment about spelling errors, I wanna demand "WHERE!?!" I understand that, as the author, no amount of perfectionism on my part, I eventually would just miss things, but my beta reader/proofer even had the response to one review of "Where?!? Where is this supposed typo I missed?" lol
Now in talking to reader, reading reviews, I've noticed one thing that invariably sets my blood to boil. When I see "the Queen"- he is not "the Queen"- he is The Queen. That's his name- The and Queen. The Queen. The is capitalized every time, regardless of where his name appears in a sentence. It's not a typo, unless I accidentally typed "the Queen"- that would be the typo. I don't know, maybe too many pieces of culture in which I live- the notion of re-naming oneself is sacrosanct. It is simply not to be questioned what one wants to use as a name. So when he decided he wanted to leave his birth name behind, he took what others had called him: The Queen. Mind you, when I was "growing up in BDSM," in the metro Detroit area, I knew of Dominant going by the scene name of "Goddess Lakshmi."- no, I never met her; I believe Tom was avoiding that lmao. Because young Wiccan that I was, I wouldn't have controlled my tongue :D.
The Queen... THAT is his name. Use it.
Okay vent done.
Horrible winter-like weather in April meant the Internet wasn't working for me to get on my creator on Tuesday; thankfully it is this (4/6) morning so I put up part 1 and am scheduling part 2. It's *late to go up* because I wanted to give the posts from roughly 10am EST to 10am EST.
If you haven't read part 1 yet, please read it here before continuing on with The Queen's thoughts. :)
The Queen continues with his thoughts from yesterday about how the seemingly disparate pieces of belief in his life (Unitarian Universalism, Norse Paganism, BDSM) work in his life. Yes, he was wordy- hasn't Vala joked about that sometime? :D- so I had to break it in two.
The Queen's thoughts- part 2
I want to tell you the 1st UU principle now: "We agree to promote and affirm the inherent worth and dignity of all people." First off, there is nothing in Norse Paganism that contradicts that principle. Not in my understanding of Norse Paganism, least-wise. On the surface of BDSM, and in practice for some, it would seem that Dominants and submissives are in an unequal power dynamic, the way I understand dominance and submissive it that it is matching pieces of a whole- Tommy is not a lesser person because he submits to me. UU as a religious movement is very concerned about justice and equality- it is even in our 2nd principle. However, like I said earlier, about false equalities. It is so easy for us to go through the intellectual motions theorizing how "equality" will look in real life. Too often this ignores the complexities of justice- each person brings multiple pieces of identity and in our culture, these pieces can limit and expand a person's possibilities in a myriad of ways that can limit their ability to gain justice. In this I think on the Norse God Tiwaz (Tyr, if you are using the more common Scandinavian name), who while war-like is also concerned with justice. For instance, the unfortunate fact is that Vala does not remember enough details to have any of her rapists prosecuted and opening the can of worms that would be pursing her father for her molestation would do her more harm than it would benefit her if I helped her to pursue legal justice for the times her ability to consent to sexual activity has been ignored or compromised. I have offered affection, BDSM, sex, love, spirituality to her; these things have helped her to heal emotionally, spiritually from those experiences. Of course, more than just her ability to remember, our legal justice system in the US is not constructed in such a way that a woman with a past containing details like hers can expect to gain justice against a rapist; her own history would most likely be used against her by the attackers' attorneys. What is justice can be hard to name though. I guess that is part of why I feel so drawn to Tiwaz and his stories. Of course, he is best known for placing his hand in Fenris wolf's mouth while the other gods were binding him in the chain Gleipnir, as a faith offering to Fenris. When the wolf sensed the trap, he took Tiwaz's hand. And finally, the many values important to Norse Paganism, (like honor, oath, commitment, courage) are well woven within the 7 principles. It is only the surface that they might look different.
I want to summarize my thoughts on war in this paragraph. This is one of those contentions that have long plagued UUs. As has been seen at general assemblies (the national denomination meeting), there is quite a divide between the hard-line pacifist camp and those who decry the lack of recognition of veterans, regardless of what war they fought in. I am somewhere in the middle. I do not think all wars are necessary and our leaders could stand to conduct warfare in much more honest fashions. I think often there are ways to avoid warfare that should be utilized; I was fascinated by Joelle's teaching that WWII might have been avoided if the European countries listened to Woodrow Wilson's "14 points plan" rather than passing the punitive Treaty of Versailles. But that is neither here nor there. Again looking to the example of Tiwaz, there are multiple ways of reaching justice and it is not always by utilizing weapons. I like to imagine if I had lived in pre-Christian Europe that I would have valued guarding my family, home, property over raiding, although I would have enjoyed raiding as times. Because defending the defenseless is important too. Many of my slaves have needed defense from someone, something. Tommy, from his dad; Abrecan, from himself and homelessness; Prisca, from her unwise decisions; Vala, from her parents and fundamentalist Christianity. In bringing them into my family, I acted the warrior protecting them from those who wished to hurt them. Of course there are situations with some of them where Norse Paganism, within those specific pre-Christian cultures, would have supported physical violence to protect my family; our legal system discourages that. Better or worse, that is debatable. But I can imagine, remember, if many IFs had been different, if only I had punched Tommy's dad and taken him out of that abuse when we were thirteen. We also have the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell." The very fact of who I am, a cisgender male who loves people not just the opposite gender from my own, means that I could not openly, proudly serve the United States in the armed forces. I would not shirk that duty to serve, if it was not for that.
But then there is the question of serving (not just in a BDSM fashion, or not even, as the case here.) By bringing these nineteen people into my family, I care for them, protect them, make it so they are not a drain on the society by collecting Welfare or other governmental helps. To me, I am serving my Gods, serving my beliefs, the principles as Unitarian Universalist by protecting those precious beings whom I love, who are my family.
Joelle here- So I thought only one thing to update, not 2. But when The Queen was writing this the first time, "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" was still the legal mandate in the US armed forces, so as an openly bisexual man, The Queen couldn't have served in the armed forces.
Now the second update- as pertains to The Queen's many storylines in my Vala's Story-verse: he's since come out as a BDSM switch. Right now I'm in the midst of rewriting/republishing "Out of the Night: Book One" and "Gates of the Garden: Book Two," but I'm hoping to finally get through the publishing of all 9 planned "Vala's Story" books and get into the spin-offs (one of which showcases The Queen coming to terms with his BDSM orientation.)
Horrible winter-like weather in April meant the Internet wasn't working for me to get on my creator; I'm going to have this and the "part 2" posts go from roughly 10am EST to 10am EST.
The Queen's thoughts- part 1
The way I live my UU is with as much of the non-judgmental, open-mindedness as all UUs hope to live or at least should strive to live. I endeavor to avoid snap judgments, even when it comes to the treatment of my slaves, all of whom I know better than most people. Of course, it is more than just being a UU. I am also a Norse Pagan, even if more of the stories, the deity names I feel in touch with of a Germanic persuasion than the better known Scandinavian extraction. Beyond that, I am a lifestyle Dominant in BDSM.
On the surface, some people might struggle to understand how those three seemingly very different things co-exist within one person. We UUs tend to be very politically and socially liberal. It is common enough that those among our number will take political correctness further than I think it should be. As well, in the pursuit of the 2nd principle ("justice, equity, and compassion in all human relations"), it is easy to engage in lazy cognition that promotes a surface level equality- that is a problem for me as a lifestyle Dominant specifically. Yes, my relationships with my slaves do not look like what a feminist might say they should; however, they are completely consensual. Who is some uptight woman who has read too many feminist literature books to tell me... or one of my slaves... that we have made the wrong choices?
But we have gotten off on how BDSM and UU can go together- if you want to know more, I suggest you go to Leather & Grace UUs for BDSM Awareness and read more; Joelle is quite proud of her involvement with that organization and it is is good that it exists- BDSM practitioners deserve inclusion in UU life just as much as any other consensual, alternative (to mainstream) sexuality. That happened in part because I see where my Norse Paganism and BDSM go well together. Among Norse pagans, there are some very important values that serve well in BDSM as well: honor, oath, commitment, courage, just to name a few. There is also the fact that Norse paganism does not ask us to sustain a false equality. Sure, when you see movies about Vikings, more of the warriors are men. Men do tend to be more capable to engage in physical warfare, especially when high tech weapons are not involved. However, that does not mean there were never Viking women; women who were capable were entirely included. (As aside, I loved Erik's wife on History Channel's "Vikings." She was a wonderful and complete female character, as well as a warrior in her own right. And when she defended herself against the man trying to rape her. Not the rape of course, but her defense of herself was amazing to watch.)
Coming back to those values I mentioned (honor, oath, commitment, courage), I want to touch on how the war-like nature of Norse Paganism fits into my life. My 19 slaves, even Mandisa in her way, needed some level of rescue from issues in their lives that were negatively affecting them. My honor is enhanced when I take care of their needs, even if that need be "to serve my Master." While the collaring ceremony language talks mostly about what the slave being collared, what my other slaves will do, within that language, it talks about what I swear to do. If a slave breaks a rule, I have sworn an oath to punish for the rule-breaking. What sort of Master would I be if I allowed my slaves to break their "oaths" without repercussions? With my oath (although unspoken) comes what I commit to do: the train a human being as a BDSM slave. I commit to their care. It can take a lot of courage to do what must be done, especially when it is not fun or easy. And being a BDSM Master is not always easy or fun. I had to carry Vala through some horrendous experiences before she was well enough to make the decision of taking a new name, of begging for my collar.
Please watch for part two tomorrow. (This post will be updated after the fact with part 2's link.)
Joelle speaking here- so this was originally posted back in 2013 on an old blog of mine. With changes in some of The Queen's storylines, I'd debated editing this. I decided however to let his words stand; I'll share one change in his story beneath tomorrow's "Part 2." (Updated with the link for those reading at a later date) And like I mentioned in the caption for the Leather Pride flag- Leather & Grace UUs for BDSM Awareness is permanently suspended as a group, but you can use the link I provided or click on the Leather Pride flag to get to the Facebook page, where I'm active and ready to talk with you about UU-ism and BDSM.