#DominanceAndSubmission

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We know who is in charge. - Samantha and Talyn

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Getting in Step

So, where to begin? It’s been almost a year since I met my life partner, and meeting her has been a challenge from day one. At the time, I was a man that had all but given up on “true love.” I still believed in love, I just thought it was for other people. I was almost hostile to the idea of monogamy and had decided Bdsm was the only lifestyle that would work for me. I had turned off my heart and decided to run off pure logic. Relationships were a business deal to be negotiated and adhered to. I do x,y,z and you do a,b,c.

Then I met my sweetness. I was actually having dinner with a friend and then this woman that I had seen at the gym earlier in the day strolls by, makes eye contact, and recognizes me. The room stopped. I cut my conversation and dinner short and had a guy that turned out to be mutual friends run interference. We spoke for a while, and she excused herself to the bathroom. I turned to her friend that she was having drinks with, and I said in a very matter of fact manner “I want her.”

She played hard to get, later I would come to find that my manners and directness that had been crafted in the Kink lifestyle were hard for her to process. I proceeded nonetheless, and eventually I got her to dinner and asked for her full attention. While she was kinky, she had no real experience with power exchange relationships, but she jumped in full force. I will never forget how she blushed when I had her fill out questionnaires on her sexual history. She repeatedly would stop and say “You want to know everything?” To which I would reply directly “everything.”

We entered into a D/s (Dominant/submissive) relationship, and while fun and enlightening it was a roller coaster. We never quite found our balance. She was the first vanilla person I had every tried to “turn” and I was told it wouldn’t work. But I had to have her. I was constantly adjusting and having to battle with the notions and standards of a vanilla relationship.

In addition to these problems, she is truly an alpha female, and submission was hard for her. I began to realize that the D/s dynamic I had in place would not work for us. So, I began searching. In public we always carried ourselves as just a very traditional couple, so I began reading and studying the dynamic of the 1950’s style relationships I had come across from time to time in the kink world.

And through this, Domestic Discipline was found. It looked perfect on paper. The theory of this dynamic looked like it should work well for us, but right around the time of finding this something weird happened. God came knocking.

Now I had been very religious in my past, I had even gone to seminary, but inconsistencies in what I was studying and the incompatibility of my personal life lead me to walk away from Christianity. I continued to study religion and spirituality but had sworn off practicing any particular religion. In fact I felt more comfortable with the occult than I did in a Church. And ironically while in the middle of an occult study, I found God again, or He/She/It found me I should say. And in one swoop I saw past religion and found God behind the scene of everything. Every religion, and every spiritual philosophy became a playground to search this God out.

I felt reconnected to nature, and all of a sudden strict monogamy looked different. I could see the gift of pouring yourself into one person and having them pour themselves into you. I understood the responsibility of leading a household and more particularly a woman. I had a carnal desire to be, not just in control, but fully a man that is in harmony with nature. As I began to act on it, I saw a shift in my sweetness. She began to submit a bit more easily, and the submission was organic. Not because there was a rule that we had agreed on in a contact, but because she genuinely wanted to. Her femininity was easier to see every day. And I realized I thirsted for it.

This brings us up to the present. Just a few days ago, we decided to take the plunge officially into DD relationship dynamic. And ironically the paddle I had ordered arrived just a few hours later. It felt like confirmation.

So this is our journey. We have agreed to use these posts as a journal of sorts, and we welcome comments, advice, or questions openly. Beautifulchaos-hers is where you can read her perspective, thoughts, and musings. We thought it would be interesting to be able to compare both sides during this journey. This is mainly for us and our growth, but we hope you enjoy.

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Sauron and Shelob's Forbidden Fate 18+

The storm raged over Gorgoroth, its deafening thunder shaking the jagged peaks of Mordor. Rain lashed against the obsidian walls of Sauron’s towering fortress, a fitting backdrop for the Dark Lord’s summons. Shelob, ever the temptress, slithered through the shadows, her massive form gliding effortlessly through the corridors of power. Her eight eyes gleamed with acalculable malice as she approached the chamber where Sauron awaited her.

The door creaked open, and Shelob paused, her many legs scraping against the cold stone floor. Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of burning embers and ancient stone. Sauron stood at the center of the room, his imposing figure cloaked in darkness, his glowing red eye piercing through the dim light. He turned to face her, his voice like a blade slicing through the silence.

"You have come," he said, his tone commanding yet tinged with something beneath the surface—something Shelob knew all too well. Desire.

Shelob tilted her head, her pheromones weaving through the air like an invisible web. "I always obey your summons, my lord," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed menace. "What task requires the aid of Shelob this night?"

Sauron’s eye narrowed, his gaze sweeping over her. "A scheme is brewing," he said, his voice low and calculated. "One that demands your... unique talents."

Shelob stepped further into the room, her movements slow and deliberate. "And what would you have me do?" she asked, her tone innocent but her intentions anything but. She could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken desires simmering beneath the surface. He craves more than just my services, she thought. He craves control.

Sauron took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "I need you to weave a web," he said, his voice steady. "A web designed to ensnare our enemies."

Shelob smiled, her fangs glinting in the firelight. "And what will you give me in return?" she asked, her words a challenge.

Sauron’s eye burned brighter, his patience waning. "You dare bargain with me?" he growled, his voice echoing like thunder.

Shelob chuckled, her laughter sending shivers down his spine. "Even the mightiest can be brought low by temptation," she said, her eyes locking onto his. "Why should I serve you without reward?"

Sauron’s grip tightened on the hilt of his sword, his control slipping. "You forget your place," he snarled.

Shelob moved closer, her pheromones intensifying. "Do I?" she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "Or perhaps it is you who forgets yours."

For a moment, Sauron hesitated, his resolve wavering. Shelob could see the struggle within him, the battle between his lust for power and his desire for control. And she knew how to exploit it.

"Tell me, Dark Lord," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. "Do you fear your own weakness?"

Sauron’s eye widened, his anger flaring. "Silence!" he bellowed, his voice shaking the chamber.

But Shelob only smiled, her confidence unshaken. "Admit it," she said, her tone taunting. "You desire me."

Sauron’s hand dropped from his sword, his breathing ragged. He looked at her, truly looked at her, and saw beyond the monster she presented herself as. He saw the allure, the power she wielded over him. And he hated himself for it.

"You play a dangerous game, spider," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Shelob tilted her head, her fangs gleaming. "And yet, you cannot stop playing," she said, her words cutting deep.

Sauron took a step forward, his proximity making the air thick with tension. "What are you trying to achieve?" he demanded, his voice rough.

Shelob’s smile widened, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I simply wish to understand you," she said, her tone soft yet calculating. "To know what makes the Dark Lord tremble."

Sauron’s jaw clenched, his control fraying. "I do not tremble," he snapped.

Shelob reached out, her clawed hand brushing against his arm. "Then why do you hesitate?" she asked, her touch electrifying.

Sauron’s breath hitched, his resolve crumbling. He looked down at her, his red eye blazing with a mix of hatred and desire. "Because you are unlike any other," he admitted, his voice strained.

Shelob’s smile grew, her confidence unwavering. "And you are powerless against me," she said, her words a declaration.

Sauron grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but trembling. "Is that so?" he challenged, his voice low and dangerous.

Shelob met his gaze, her eyes locked onto his. "Prove me wrong," she whispered, her breath hot against his lips.

Sauron’s control shattered, his desire consuming him. He pulled her closer, their bodies colliding in a clash of dominance and submission. Shelob gasped, her breath mingling with his as their lips met in a searing kiss. The storm outside intensified, the thunder matching the rhythm of their pounding hearts.

Their dance had just begun, each testing the limits of the other’s will, each trying to claim mastery over the shadows that bound them. But neither was willing to yield, their battle of wills pushing them both to new heights of passion and danger.

As their lips parted, Shelob looked up at him, her eyes filled with challenge. "Who holds the power now?" she asked, her voice a sultry tease.

Sauron smirked, his confidence returning. "We shall see," he said, his voice a dark promise.

And with that, their game continued, the stakes higher than ever before.

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