Collared

Miss K and I just spent a wonderful weekend together.  It had been some time since we were able to have a few days alone with no distractions.  We made the most of it.

We both knew the time had come for her to receive her collar.  I had spent no small amount of time researching and shopping, and finally found the perfect one.  BUT, I made it very clear to Miss K this was no gimme.  She had to earn it.  She has been a very good student to this point, so I was hopeful.

I set the stage for her appropriately.  I listed out a set of very clear requirements that included a very lengthy and thoughtful writing assignment to deliver, a specific outfit to wear, a set of domestic chores to complete, and a particular configuration of our bedroom and specific toys I had selected for the occasion to be laid out ready for me.  But, here's the kicker.  She didn't know when it would happen, and I informed her at the moment I was ready she would have exactly sixty minutes to prepare all of it.  No more, no less, and with the exception of the writing assignment, no prep prior to the event was permitted.  To be fair it was a very challenging request, but not impossible.  I knew Miss K was concerned, but knowing Miss K, that's how you get the best from her, keep her sharp and focused.

We spent a lovely first two days together.  Dining, visiting with friends, lots of great sex (as usual), and lounging about generally enjoying each other's company after so much time apart.  Finally at 10pm sharp on our second night, Miss K was laying on my lap as we watched TV and I whispered into her ear, "You have 60 minutes."  She immediately looked at me...  a hint of disbelief in her eyes... and scampered upstairs to get started.  I  derived great satisfaction from hearing her scoot around hastily preparing for the experience that awaited...

I passed the time finishing up a movie we had started the night before.  At precisely 11pm I headed upstairs.  To my great satisfaction, I found my lovely pet kneeling beside our bed in her prescribed attire, arms stretched out in front of her with her chest and face against the floor.  Perfect silence.  I gently touched her naked back to let her know I was present, and then slowly undressed dropping my clothes around her tantalizingly.  I then softly walked around the room checking on her chores and the configuration of the room.  Passed with flying colors.  I then slowly lit all of the candles she had set out (one for each year of our relationship) and played some nice music.  I came back to her and knelt over her, so she could feel my body against her, my breath in her hair.  I nibbled on her back and shoulders to start warming her up...  then I grabbed my favorite toy.

Tap-tap.  Tap-Tap.  TAP-TAP.  TAP!  TAP!  Smack.  SMACK!  The sound of the riding crop is lovely.  She writhed at first, and then I could see her relaxation set in.  I checked her.  Wet.  Very wet.  Another session with the crop.  Another check.  Dripping.  I did this playfully for a while as I walked around her reading her writing assignment.  She has such beautiful penmanship...  Pleased, I gave her two more firm swats and told her to stand.

She stood up to see me holding a very long piece of rope.  "Your arms, please", I said softly.  Then, she stood there and watched as I bonded her in a front arm bind.  A lovely piece of work, if I do say so myself.

Then, I grabbed the spreader bar and bound her legs.  An image of near perfection.  I could see her starting to slip into her Zen-space.  I used her vulnerability to have my ways.  Kissing, licking, nibbling, biting, caressing, feeling every inch of her.

I picked her up and laid her on the bed.  This is where the spreader bar came in VERY handy.  Legs forced open... exposing my precious flower blossom.  I tasted her sweet nectar until she was trembling.  I slid into her...  she was absolutely boiling.  Bliss.  I made her hold the bar while I thrusted into her... quiet little gasps is all she could muster...  she was gone...  Awesome.

Then, I pulled out one of her favorite toys.  I also changed my point of attack.  I lubed her delicious ass and slid my throbbing cock into her causing her to body to briefly convulse and arch and awaken slightly.  I placed her toy against her clit with one hand and held the bar with the other giving myself an amazing view and the perfect angle to overwhelm her clit.  She was REALLY a hot mess now...  having been on the verge of orgasm already for over an hour...  she started begging for permission to cum.  I denied.  With each denial the anguish on her face increased with the fear of knowing she was approaching the point of complete loss of control.  Very swollen now.  My cold, stoic stare as I worked her over had a completely seducing effect on her.  I pressed her toy in harder...

SNAP!  She had finally broken.  Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm ensued (all without permission mind you).  She was helpless.  I was merciless.  I kept her in this state of forced orgasm for a very long time...  until I could see the exhaustion of her muscles and the glaze over her eyes.

Finally, it was time.  With a series of very powerful thrusts I filled her with a copious amount of my seed.  She lay there, my beautiful princess, utterly spent...  barely capable of forming words...  throughly thrashed physically.  Slowly, I removed her bonds, and then cuddled in next to her to bring her back "home"; it took a good 30 minutes to settle her down, warm up her shivers, and invite her for a shower to clean up.

An amazing experience for both of us... one I will NEVER forget.  Miss K had earned her collar.

Thoughts on discipline...

Discipline.

Just look at the word.  Say it.  It has an edge to it.  So easy to slide into a pejorative mindset about it...  and, I hate it.  Not discipline.  I love discipline.  I hate the misperceptions as it pertains to our world.

The definition put forth by Merriam-Webster doesn't help:

discipline (noun)

1 : Punishment 

2 obsolete : instruction 

3 : a field of study 

4 : training that corrects, molds, or perfects the mental faculties or moral character 

5 a : control gained by enforcing obedience or order   b : orderly or prescribed conduct or pattern of behavior   c : self-control 

6 : a rule or system of rules governing conduct or activity

(It also takes the form of a transitive verb, but the gist is just the same.)

As a Dom I'm truly dismayed by and vehemently disagree with the presence of #1 on this list, and equally dismayed at the obsolescence of #2.  Numbers 3 - 5 seem adequate.  

Number 6 captures the essence of discipline as I feel relates to my role as her Dominant.

I'm continually surprised at the correlation between discipline as a negative influence in our lives.  In my view discipline is anything but negative...  it is a source of pride, the foundation of achievement, a worthy foe, a good friend on a bad day, the purest form of honesty.

So, then, why does it have such a negative connotation?  Too many people associate discipline with punishment.  They use the term interchangeably, and it makes my skin crawl.  They are not interchangeable; they are interdependent.  Discipline and punishment have a cause-and-effect relationship resulting from a negative outcome.  The flip side is discipline and reward:  the result being positive outcomes.  Punishment is merely the manifestation resulting from a lack of discipline:

"I'll teach that bitch some discipline."  **off slides his belt**

No.  At this moment, he's teaching her punishment.  And, to be clear, that's just fine!! (Although, personally, I don't care for physical punishment.)  Just don't call it discipline...  please.  In doing so you run the risk of fundamentally warping her sense of right and wrong.  I coach high school football...  I see it all the time; kids cringing at the "d" word; completely ignorant of how valuable it is as a life's tool, how pivotal it is to their ability to learn success and failure.

My role as Miss K's King is to teach her disciplined behavior and the consequences that result from her subsequent actions, both good and bad...  to help her achieve her utmost potential as a person and keep her there.  It's my job to establish the standard of behavior; the system of rules that establishes boundaries and guideposts for her to use as a barometer for her decision-making.  I know how to make her flourish, and I can teach her, but ultimately it's up to her to make it happen.  Discipline is the key.

If applied in your relationship with genuine, constructive, loving intention, you will actually find yourself administering very few punishments.  That is my reward.

--King IV

You Must Let Go, My Precious...

Oh, Princess, I love you, but you still have much to learn, if not more to unlearn...

The following is a writing assignment Miss K "earned" as a result of an interaction we had a few days ago.  She has come so far in her growth, yet the impetus for this was a relatively calculated situation I knew she would struggle with.  I posed her with a simple decision...  a decision well within the boundaries I have set for her...  yet, I could immediately sense the internal battle she was waging within herself.  Unacceptable.  Time for a mental challenge...

"Earlier today, King asked for my opinion regarding 2 pictures... I stalled, mentally cataloging all of the reasons I liked one over another, weighing my options, looking at pros and cons...  He could sense my reticence and finally said, 'It's my decision ultimately, regardless of what you prefer.  I just want your opinion...'  I gave him my answer immediately.  It was a swift reminder that I no longer need to trouble myself with "decisions".  That wasn't what he asked for.  He didn't ask for a decision, he asked for an opinion.  And, trust me, I have plenty of those... 

That brief text exchange set up this particular writing assignment.  It was obvious to my King  that I still struggle with "letting go".  He asked that I begin thinking about what are the different ways a commited sub needs to learn to let go, and by doing so, what they gain in exchange for their submission.  Of course, I live in a very black-and-white world. It's all or nothing with me.  So, when he asked what I should be giving up as a sub, my immediate mental response was "everything"...  Ok, deep breath.  Take a step back.  Start parsing this apart, Miss K... 

For starters, I've given up my wardrobe.  My King now has control over all of my clothing purchases.  When we can't shop together in person, I take photos of items I think he will like and send them to him, waiting for his approval. His taste is excellent as evidenced by the countless compliments I received on the new dress I wore to work on Monday, (sans panties, of course)!  He has decreed that I need 'more color!' and 'more dresses!' to help mold me into the lady he knows is lurking inside of me.  In exchange, I have gained a pleasure that is two-fold.  I'm wearing a wardrobe that not only does he approve of, but that he finds sexually appealing.  I ooze sex appeal all day, even dressed relatively conservatively for my job.  The confidence I feel as his beautifully adorned piece of property makes me stand a little bit taller.  Second, I don't stand in my closet in the morning wondering what I should put on.  That decision has been made for me and I am free to pull my clothing off the hanger and get dressed without a thought...

Second, I have given up control over my whereabouts...  I text him when I leave for work, when I arrive there, when I leave.  I ask for permission to attend social functions with my friends.  He knows when I go to bed every night and when I rise every morning.  He has gained the knowledge and control over me he deserves as my Dom, and I have gained an amazing amount of peace knowing that he cares about me enough to know where I am at all times.  In the short amount of time we have been exploring this D/s relationship, this has already become second nature.  I don't go anywhere without letting him know where I am. 

Third, and perhaps a more subtle release of control is the domestic part of our relationship...  My King has outlined specific guidelines for how our house is to be kept.  What are his pet-peeves regarding cleanliness, how he likes his laundry done, his coffee prepared in the morning, his tea prepared at night... This has been a revelation for me.  I no longer guess what needs to be done to make him happy, I don't walk on eggshells hoping that our little love-nest will meet his approval.  My chores and tasks are outlined and the expectations are clear.  When he comes home, I know he won't give a second thought to his laundry or what I'm making for dinner.  It will ALL meet with his approval and that makes me feel needed and valuable around our home. 

Additionally, I've given up control of my finances.  That doesn't mean we don't talk about purchases, or that my King has put me on a budget or given me an allowance.  It just means that I can't balance my checkbook to save my life, he is phenomenal with our money and I feel at ease knowing he sees the "big picture" with regards to our spending and retirement.  Trust me, I have TRIED to give him complete control of my finances and I even ASKED for an allowance...  (I've never been able to figure out how I can make over 6 figures and STILL be broke.)  With his guidance and counsel, I have gotten my finances on track and we have more than enough money to not really fret over every nickel and dime...  I have complete faith in his decisions and if he tells me to buy something, I buy it.  If he tells me to wait, I wait. 

Finally, and perhaps the most obvious, is that I've given up control of my body.  Now, for the last 3 weeks, my King and I have been separated by 1500 miles, which makes physical submission a little bit difficult.  But, that doesn't mean he hasn't been exercising his control over HIS body.  I send pictures when he tells me, I touch myself when he commands and I don't have an orgasm without his permission...  This is no different than any other sub, really.  Submission in it's most refined form.  My body is His, to use in any way he desires, even if it's not "in-person" at the moment.  My fulfillment comes in knowing that he will protect this body with his life."

Well done, Miss K.

She was true to her assignment, but I think she slightly missed the boat in her first argument.  My desire is NOT for her to be untroubled in decision-making at all.  In fact, she must make critical decisions everyday and learn how to make better decisions all the time.  What I needed her to realize is I have created a safe, predictable environment (with my control) for her to learn that skill.  Will she make mistakes?  Yes.  But, I have created a sanctuary where she may not fear failure.  I have her back...  ALWAYS.  

Let go.  Think freely, my pet, you have so much to offer.

-- King IV

Dom Away from Dom

An unfortunate circumstance for Miss K and I presently is that we must spend a fair amount of time apart.  You may have gathered from previous posts, this is not an ideal situation for us.  Being rather physical people, we don't do well without regular contact. In particular Miss K takes the brunt of it.  She needs to know I'm close.  She needs to "feel" me... my presence is an anchor for her... whether in physical contact or simply the atmosphere created when I'm in our house...  when I walk through the door, she says the whole demeanor of the house changes...  when I walk into the bedroom, she feels the primal exhilaration of predator and prey...  (ASIDE:  She says she constantly feels as though she's being hunted... which she is...  and admits her addiction to the anticipation of not knowing when or where my next attack will come...  powerless to defend herself...  I love it.  **primal growl**)

I'm so familiar with her personality and moods, it's easy for me to sense when she's feeling adrift...  foundering from a lack of contact with me.  As you can imagine, this is very frustrating for me and downright not healthy for Miss K.  I needed a solution.

As luck would have it, Miss K was feeling rather playful one day and sent me an article on plugs.  She didn't quite understand how they were used or what purpose they served, and inquired for my thoughts.

I knew immediately.  They can serve multiple roles; they can be used as punishment or they can be used for pleasure... or in my case I knew they could be used for comfort.  Knowing my little girl, I had my solution.  I immediately instructed her to go purchase a nice glass plug in the small to medium variety.  I explained to her that this little plug, whom we've since named "GC", will prove to be very comforting, serving as a physical symbol of my presence and protection.  I told her, "when you wear him, you will feel me and know I'm there."

My lovely servant did as she was told, and by this time, feeling the void of my absence immediately asked permission to use it.  I granted.  From 1500 miles away I could feel her spirits lighten.  Now she is hooked.  She loves him, and is very grateful when I instruct her to use him.  I know when SHE needs him, and I know when I need him [in her].  Simple, but effective.  He is her Dom away from Dom.  We are both thankful to have Him.

-- King IV

Not Just Kinky Fuckery...

A couple days ago, Miss K and I were talking during my evening wind down.  I was remarking at how much of our D/s relationship to date didn't involve sex...  not that sex hasn't been a major theme, it just hasn't been the primary theme...  I was questioning whether that was "right" based on our experiences thus far...  Bless her, she just quietly said, "Sir, it's not all about kinky fuckery."  The sincerity of her comment stopped me in my tracks.  What a great example of servitude.  The next day I gave her this writing assignment:

"As King IV’s sub, I am given writing assignments from time to time; some are for discipline and some are for personal expression.  For the discipline assignments, think Bart Simpson writing 'My King’s rules are for my protection' 50 times on the chalkboard, all within a set time frame so that I won’t face further correction…  The expressive assignments are meant to be more therapeutic.  So, when my King gave me this writing assignment, I was initially confused as to which category this particular task fell into.  His topic, 'Explain why you feel as though you need to be dominated, and why you chose me as your Dom', seemed daunting to say the least…  I mean, how does one attempt to explain the innermost workings of her soul?  Furthermore, I saw those two topics as intertwined, intricately woven together, inseparable…  After all, my decision to ask Him to be my Dom, was because He is who He is…  He is MY Dom…  There is no one else I could ever imagine submitting to in the way I submit to him.

He pushed me further, telling me that these really were disparate ideas and that I should think about it a bit more… So, I sat with that for a while.

Looking back, despite my career in the Vanilla world, I most certainly had submissive tendencies.  I want nothing more than to please my Dom, have a tranquil home, a safe haven where my family feels ensconced in warmth and love.  As relationship after relationship failed, I pushed myself further into the career world, which gave the appearance of ME being the dominant personality.  All the while, I was lost inside, feeling adrift and confused.  The word I most often used to describe my feelings was “unmoored”…  When our worlds collided again 2 years ago, it seemed like we were headed down the same path, doomed to fail.  We could not find balance.  Our fights were epic.  Weeks of no communication, followed by stretches of amazing periods of devotion and mind-blowing sex… 

When we embarked on this relationship AGAIN, I started thinking about the times when I felt most at peace with Him…  The quiet mornings when I would make Him breakfast, bringing Him His coffee as we cuddled on the couch watching Sports Center…  Planning an intricate dinner for the two of us at home…  Making sure His laundry was done, folded, ironed and put away…  I loved the look on His face when he would open his closet and pull out his favorite shirt that was pressed and ready for Him to wear.  My inner peace came from serving Him…  My world was most calm with Him at the center of it…  The bonus for me was that there was almost NO learning curve…  I’ve known Him for 26 years.  I know the sound of his breathing when he is frustrated, the set of his jaw when he is concentrating, the position of his body when he needs my hands to work their magic.  I decided I wanted that feeling ALL OF THE TIME.  What better way for me to live my life than in service to Him?  I was able to feel needed, wanted, an essential part of His life.  I was the reason he had a smile on his face in the morning, the reason he came home at night… 

All it took was for me to utter one simple sentence, to offer myself as His submissive, forever in His service.  And, even though he was right about me having a submissive nature that was buried deep inside, I still stand by my assertion that there is no one else I could ever share this with.  As he tells me daily, I’m HIS girl… and I wouldn’t have it any other way…"

Needless to say, she exceeded my expectations.

Good girl, Miss K.

Different and Equal: A D/s Paradox

Paradox.  What a great word.  It's just fun to say.  It's even fun to write... or type.  Attractive as far as words go.  Then again, anything with an 'x' has a certain 'Je nous se qua' quality about it.  I also like the word 'coax'; it tickles my primal bone.  What I like about 'paradox' most, however, is it's definition; it's contrarian nature...  much like TTWD.


I want to discuss a paradox I've encountered in my TTWD perusal:  the presence of equality within a total power exchange relationship.  For Miss K and I, this could never work if we did not have such a strong sense of equality, yet we know this dramatic paradigm shift is right for us.  How can that be?  The whole point is for her to submit completely, right?  Well, yes, but for starters, if we weren't equals, we wouldn't have been attracted to each other...  that's just how we're wired.

The truth is Miss K is my equal; she is also my loyal sub.  To fight it is not only disrespectful to both of us, but it's lying.  Period.  No relationship succeeds if based on a lie.  Our consensual power exchange created King IV and Miss K, but it did not change fundamentally who we are; it does not suddenly make me superior to her or her inferior to me.  She is still sharp as a tack, knows every bit as much about sports as I do (which is A LOT), belly-laughing funny, a master of sexuality, and incredibly accomplished in a very challenging field of work.  How on earth could I not consider her an equal?

As our investigation into D/s progressed, we both loved the term "exchange" in the context of a D/s relationship...  not transfer, not give, not grab, not shift...  exchange.  

One day we were discussing how things felt in our roles, and in the process I texted her this description of how I view our power exchange:

"You have given yourself away completely in servitude to me in EXCHANGE for protection (from yourself and others) and constant, faithful guidance...  Your luxury is the freedom to "slip away" into a Zen-like spiritual state...  On the flip side, I have accepted complete responsibility for your safety and personal development in EXCHANGE for total control...  My luxury is getting whatever I want, how I want, whenever I want it."

Not perfect, but it resonated.  More to the point, nothing in this explanation implies inequality.  What it describes is a dramatic shift in roles and responsibilities in our partnership.  She has given me the power of control; the power to guide and instruct and correct and use her as I see fit mentally, emotionally, and physically.  I have given her the power of service; the power of primal, instinctual love--caring and nurturing.  And, what I've really done by assuming control is to strip away all distractions from her life such that she can focus 100% of her time on serving me and our family.  Isn't that just a housewife?  Um...  no.  Housewives still have lives full of distractions, little control, fuzzy boundaries and unclear expectations.  Miss K has no distractions.  She knows exactly what is expected of her at all times; what her place is.  She has very clear boundaries.  No distractions to cause confusion or frustration or stress.  And, she knows there are consequences for her actions...  some minor, some not...  some good, some bad.

Service?  Seriously?  What power is in that?  It's every bit as powerful as control.  The power of service places in her hands the responsibility for pleasure and happiness and gratitude for the whole relationship.

My control creates a healthy environment for her to thrive and focus... to serve.  Her service fills that environment with pleasure and gratitude...  The result is a loving partnership; a symbiotic relationship... Yin & Yang.  Without my control, she cannot serve; without her service, there's nothing to control.  One cannot exist without the other.  THAT is the true beauty in a consensual power exchange.  It's not a power grab.  It's an exchange...  and for us...  among equals.

Two scoops, please. What would you like, Sir?

I mentioned in my first post, Miss K deserves the credit for moving us into our D/s world. Miss K, you are a smart cookie!  Good girl...  Vanilla just wasn't working for us...

However, I didn't really spend much time on how we actually made this decision, how we knew it was right for us.  It's true, once the idea was floated, we both inherently knew something about it represented the "missing piece".  We knew it was the answer to our ongoing power struggle, which ultimately was the reason we could never find balance before.

Being a careful, pragmatic person though, I knew it wasn't prudent to simply jump in and start considering ourselves Dom and sub.  Furthermore, given Miss K's overly impetuous nature, I have the battle scars to know when she needs a bit of a tug on the reins and a cold tone to check her unbridled enthusiasm.  Ironically, this was our very first test of whether this could work.  Previously, she would have immediately challenged me for being "overly rational" or "afraid to jump"...  But, for what ever reason, this time something affected her differently...  Instead of a challenge, she listened patiently (FUCK, I wish I had that recorded) and politely and quite naturally submissively said, "Yes, sir..."  It was then I knew we were onto something.  Keep in mind this was before any of His Rules or Her Limits were discussed.

I suggested that before we officially declared this our intention, our new approach, we needed to have some "real" discussions on what this meant.  What this would feel like in "real life".  So, we spent more than a few hours talking through scenarios.  It was a no-holds-barred, brutally honest, raw discussion.  We quickly drafted a sample set of His Rules and Her Limits, again thanks to Miss K's exuberance, and then started talking through example situations:

My questions of her...

1. Your friends ask you out for an unscheduled happy hour, but I'm not available to give permission.  What do you do?
2. You arrive for a night out with your friends, and there is a male joining the party that we do not know and did not know would be in attendance.  What do you do?
3. You're feeling kinda grumpy, but I tell you to assume my position and I will be be up to tend to you momentarily.  What do you do?
4. I literally expect you to satisfy me as I wish on a daily basis, as many times as I want.  Are you REALLY up for what that means?  (NOTE:  This one was kind of laughable...  Miss K and I still fuck like teenage rabbits even in our late 30s...  In 26 years Miss K has NEVER turned down one of my advances, or "pounces" as she likes to say...  and she gets pounced on A LOT...  poor thing...  lucky me.)
5. You forget to text me what you've decided to wear to work that morning.  I give you one hour to complete a writing assignment, or risk further punishment.  Will you do it?
6. You are in a meeting at work.  You receive a text from me to go take a picture of your cunt and send it to me.  What do you do?
7. You decide to argue with me during a public outing.  In response you lose your privilege to socialize or leave the house, except for work or chores, for 2 weeks.
8. You understand that I'm willing to accept control of your life, but that does not mean I accept living your life for you, i.e. you still have to make your own decisions.

Her questions of me...

1. If I break a rule, even if it's the same rule, you will be consistent and timely in your punishment?
2. You will not allow yourself to feel bad for punishing me when I deserve it?  You understand that I need you to punish me in these situations?
3. You come home from work very angry because of something at work...  You will not take your anger out on me, just because I'm your sub?
4. Will you respect my hard limits, even though I know one of them is tempting for you?
5. You know you get quiet during stressful times and have a tendency to withdrawal emotionally.  You accept responsibility this (emotional abuse) cannot happen as your responsibility as my Dom?

I think there were a few more, but you get the drift.  The exercise was very enlightening.  We learned as much, if not more, about ourselves and the D/s philosophy through these discussions as we did from the countless hours of reading blogs.  As such, Miss K and I felt like we were making the right decision.

I chose to share this story after reading several entries on other blogs where couples had made this decision, yet seemed to be struggling to make it reality. Thus far, Miss K and I have progressed into our "training period" with our eyes wide open, expectations clear, and a clear vision for what the end game looks like...  and it's made all the difference.

As much as we are different yet compatible (like too much in the vanilla world), we are better described as different yet complementary...

-- King IV

The Beginning... Again.

She is smart.  She is funny.  She is witty.  She is gorgeous.  She is impetuous.  She is undisciplined.  She is adventurous.  She is strong.  She is outspoken.  She is cavalier.  She is playful.  She is erotic.  She is athletic.  She is determined.  She is fiery.  She is nurturing.  She is loving.  She is gentle.  She is powerful.

I met Miss K as a boy, when she was just a girl.  I fell in love the moment I laid eyes on her (truly... whenever she would talk to me I was paralyzed).  Thus, began what is now a 26 year journey...  a journey full of ups and downs, endless love and maddening frustration, primal connection and forced isolation, natural synergy and raging power struggles...  And, all the while we were helpless against the universe's inevitable collision course that has become our lives...

Our youths were eerily parallel, which I'm sure played no small part in our magnetism, but also in our struggles to negotiate a lasting, intimate relationship.  We immediately identified with each other.  Innately we always knew what each other was thinking and feeling... what each other needed.  But, the pain she masked with impetuousness and the pain I masked with withdrawal prevented our growth as a couple.  We were too immature, too impatient to understand what we were truly feeling.

We dated off and on for most of our youth vacillating between inseparable and intolerable.  Eventually, our paths diverted and life happened separately.  Kids, careers, relationships...  Then, the universe conspired again...  Two years ago our lives collided once more.  It was much the same, but also different.  We tried to negotiate a relationship in the vanilla world, but were consistently challenged to find the right balance of power in our relationship.  It felt like we were characters in some Alfred Hitchcock episode of The Twilight Zone called The Definition of Insanity.

Then, an amazing thing happened.  The primal passion of our physical connection had exposed us to the world of TTWD, and we were both VERY intrigued and immediately taken by the values of the lifestyle.  One day Miss K approached me in a way she never had before.  She articulated the characteristics of our relationship, and suggested we consider a 24/7 TPE relationship.  Immediately, a calming influence transcended our lives.  We knew something was different now; something was VERY right.  A short time later she asked if I would take her as my sub; if I would be her Dom.  As a contemplative, calculating, serious, yet compassionate and passionate man, I was surprised at how little time it took for me to intuitively and naturally grasp the situation.  I accepted without hesitation.  I knew it was my purpose.  Now she is my property, my princess, my treasure, my caretaker, my whore; I'm her guardian, her teacher, her stability, her caretaker... her King; now we are happy... balanced...  We have never felt so compatible and constructive.

Miss K will be collared soon, and she deserves it...  and a proper spanking followed by a thorough fucking, and cum-filled pussy.

I am her King.  She is my Miss.

Nice to meet you.  I hope you will enjoy our journey with us, and we might learn from yours as well.

--King IV