Sunday, May 31, 2009

trollops for Dummies





The Care and Feeding of Your trollop: A Guide for the Dominant Owner/Handler

trollops are generally sweet, loving creatures, not to be confused with doxies or slatterns who will slide a shiv between the ribs on a whim or the common troll who only seeks sex and destruction. The feral trollop must be tamed and domesticated through firm, consistent training and equal amounts of hands-on affection and discipline. Without those, however, the trollop is potentially a vicious animal with sharp teeth, claws and a razor-like wit that will eviscerate one who mishandles her.


Basic Information and Hints about Your trollop:
Before anything else, an Owner or Handler must understand that his new trollop is his equal. She simply lives on the other end of a “need” spectrum. Her personality needs to be submissive as his needs to be dominant. That she is submissive at heart and will is not a choice, but that she is submissive to his individual will is a choice that she makes in pleasure, not because she is weak, but because she is just as strong as her Owner.


trollops are generally happy creatures who usually wear a smile or grin. They love to tease and play and avoid drama, unless there is popcorn available for her to munch on as an audience member. Though trollops strive to be even-tempered, mellow and relaxed, there is a nasty beast of a temper within each trollop that does occasionally spring out. The clever Owner will know how to handle said beast as a situation may arise, though it is worth noting that letting a trollop stew in fury is never, ever a wise choice and will likely result in Bad Things.


Your pet trollop has another life. If you respect hers, she will respect yours and never begrudge a second of it. Together, you have a combined life which is all she can and will enjoy to the fullest. Your trollop wants to hear about your day and your other life in detail because she cares for you and will never be jealous of that which does not concern her. She expects the same.


Because trollops are social animals, they frequently tease and flirt, however, the beloved Owner can trust that the trollop will not stray as long as her needs are met. Yes, this is a challenge. If you cannot live up to it, you should not attempt to own a trollop. Neither of you will be happy.
As well as being social creatures, trollops, ironic nicknames or not, are rather clever and thus require that ownership, claims and play be made public so that other trollops know that both the Owner/Handler and the trollop are claimed, even temporarily. This helps to alleviate many instances of trollop heart-break, inadvertent seduction attempts and allows for an entertaining social life. trollops very much dislike being kept as a secret pet and will never have a secret or even discreet Owner /Handler.


Note: With the above being said, trollops do not share their Owners/Handlers with other trollops. Instructors of young trollops frequently send letters home stating, “Does not share well, reckless and runs with scissors”. This trait lasts well into adulthood and old age. Should a trollop find out that she is sharing, the trollop is likely to turn on her Owner/Handler, which is never a good thing as trollops are vengeful creatures. This information may not apply when the trollop is safe, secure and comfortable and said sharing is consensual to both trollop and Owner and sharing is mutual and simultaneous.


Note Two: It is worth mentioning here that trollops are bi-sexual, polyamorous (in controlled circumstances) and are comfortable topping any but her Owner. trollops are rarely comfortable bottoming for another, though, in time, the Owner, should he wish it, could work on that comfort level.


Words are always your friend when dealing with a trollop, feral or domesticated. Happy, sad, angry or confused, the trollop should always s know what her Owner is feeling and seeking. Should it be negative, the trollop will always want to please her Owner in the way that is best for both, no matter what the outcome, even separation.


Hint: Never shield her from possible pain or reality if it is inevitable. She is stronger than she looks and will always recover from drama or trauma.


Hint two: Never lie to a trollop. Nothing will make a trollop turn on her Owner faster than an untruth, a “grey area” or even a “you didn’t ask”. A trollop will always prefer to be shattered by the truth than doubt actions and meanings. Being more open and honest than you may feel is needed will help soothe a trollop’s natural trust issues. It is difficult to regain a trollop’s trust once it has been lost. (Citations needed for actual instances of this happening.)


Most trollops are far more shy and discreet than they appear. They do not appreciate gossip or discussion about their mating habits, state of mind or relationships with those outside of the relationship, except in the most vague and glowing terms. This also applies after a relationship with a trollop is finished. While most trollops do not want to eulogize a relationship with an Owner, they do not mind reiteration of the rules of discretion after the relationship is finished, should those rules be broken. Said reiteration is usually loud, uncomfortable and unpleasant for both.


Note: Exception to this may be when the trollop is with her Owner and is having a candid or teasing discussion with friends. The limits of such play ought to be agreed upon, either tacitly or not, beforehand.


Note Two: Opinions concerning the trollop or her Owner or their relationship, other than the opinions of the trollop and her Owner, are irrelevant. No one else is present or active in the relationship between the Owner and his trollop, thus no one else has the right to an opinion.


Behavior and Your trollop:
While trollops are very much human females and though they purr, scratch and may “meow” at times, they respond best to an alpha-wolf/beta-wolf relationship. The same instinctive and learned dominant behaviors practiced by wolves also keep trollops secure and feeling safe and loved. The trollop will respond to her Owner in many familiar ways: nuzzling, gently nipping or kissing her Owner’s jaw and neck, seeking to rest underneath him, even in non-intimate times, and she will bare her nape, throat and belly to him in submission.


It is in the nature of a trollop to nip or bite a beloved Owner. Worry not, she is only testing her teeth and will never do damage. She will only bite her Owner once she knows that he can handle the pain of her teeth and that every bite is still the action of a submissive animal. The Owner of a trollop should bite her to show his Dominance of her. The back of the neck is one of the best places to bite, reminding the trollop of her submission, followed by the shoulders, neck and breasts. When a trollop exposes her throat, the Dominant Owner may chose to place his teeth on it, as an alpha wolf would to pack member, but he should always avoid biting as it may damage the trollop. The Owner should always bite harder than the trollop does, as she enjoys it.


trollops need to be handled frequently. Petting; stroking; caressing; binding; controlled hair pulling; and the considered and expert application of sensual, physical pain are all good ways to keep the trollop tame to your hand.


For later sleeping comfort, keep a stack of towels next to the bed or play space. Always use at least one when enjoying a trollop, though for a very excited trollop, two or three are recommended. It is suggested that you encourage your trollop to relax and enjoy herself so that you may be witness to a miracle of the female body and praise her well afterward, to keep her from being embarrassed or shy and trying to limit her future reactions.


A leash may be used as a training tool or toy, however, the trollop, once caught and tamed, is a faithful and constant companion and may be trusted off–leash when alone or on walks.


There are times when a trollop uses language unbecoming of a lady. This is usually only when her ire is raised to “intolerable” or when she is writhing underneath her Owner in the deepest throes of passion. The former should be corrected, the latter should not be. In fact, should the Owner feel the need, trollops do enjoy having such language growled into their ears in the heat of passion.


While trollops enjoy sitting in laps, she also enjoys kneeling or curling up around her Owner’s legs. The Owner that appreciates having a trollop on the floor should not, however, be surprised, if she nips his inner thigh on a whim.


trollops enjoy wrestling with their Owners and consider it an enjoyable way to expend energy. Though they know that it is usually fruitless, they will ferociously try to win. A defeated trollop on her back or belly, panting, with her hands captured above her head and legs and hips pinned by the bigger, stronger Owner, is usually a happy one. This is another time that she can completely submit to her Owner and will do so happily.


A trollop is rarely completely still, some part of her is usually wiggling. When in doubt, check her feet and toes. Like a greyhound, a trollop has two states: bouncing/running and curled up, resting. It’s always best to tussle and run with your trollop before expecting quiet cuddles, to work her energy out. Otherwise, the unsuspecting Owner may find himself tussling in the middle of a planned quiet moment.


The Naughty trollop – Efficient Discipline Techniques for Your trollop:
As a rule, the word “No” should be used frequently as a trollop will test her owner just to see when he will say it, if ever. The savvy Owner will sense when he is being tested or pushed at and put a stop to it immediately. However, do not confuse genuine want or need with pushing. A desire for more of an Owner’s attention or time is rarely an attempt to top from the bottom, but is, instead, a genuine call for affection which should be indulged as often as possible and will keep your trollop well-behaved and even tempered.


Training tip: One firm, well-understood “no” or saying her name is all your trollop will need to heel. A soft growl is also effective. Yelling her name or a loud growl will cause your trollop to drop to the floor and cower. You may trust her instinct to obey and your training to control her. Concise explanations for using the word aid in discipline, but are not always needed. "Because I said so" is also an acceptable answer.


Spankings and the careful application of physical pain are never suitable punishment methods, when and if punishment is needed as these are considered to be foreplay and the trollop enjoys them. The only exception is a swat on the tush in response to a minor infraction than does not warrant actual punishment. In this instance, the trollop will usually bend over, offering her tush for a swat because she has been deliberately impudent in teasing her Owner.


Suitable punishment methods include, but are not limited to: the precise application of guilt or shame, though the Owner should know that the trollop already feels both, exclusion from a conversation or room, being excused from socializing for the rest of the evening (or another suitable amount of time) and a reminder of expected behavior standards. The clever Owner will have many other methods of punishment that are applicable to specific situations. The Owner should know that a trollop is very good at guilt on her own, however, and being left to it is frequently enough. Punishment and accompanying apologies, once completed, should end within a reasonable amount of time, and the matter considered over and closed.


In Summary:
trollops make wonderful submissives, pets, lovers and partners, if one has the time, patience and energy to deal with one. An Owner/Handler must always pay attention to the dangers of owning a trollop, but with affection and care, your trollop will be a loving, faithful companion for years to come.


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Friday, May 29, 2009

An Old Blog from August of 2007


Ok...so, here's the thing...Yahoo 360 is apparently shutting down and I was told my my fellow blogger to go and get whatever I want before it goes bye-bye. I'm relatively certain I've done this before but I'm doing it again and I came across this blog and felt it needed to be shared again...it's almost 2 years old but I think it's still pretty relevant.

WARNING:

1) This blog is excessively long. Read at your own peril. B) The first part of this blog is a collection of stories/quotes culled from other sites. (isn't culled a much nicer word than stolen?)
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"Learn To Write In The Sand"

A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. At a specific point of the journey they had an argument and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without anything to say he wrote in the sand: "TODAY, MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE."

They kept on walking until they found an oasis where they decided to take a bath. The one who got slapped and hurt started drowning and the other friend saved him. When he recovered from the fright he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE."

The friend who saved and slapped his best friend asked him, "Why, after I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now you write on a stone?" The other friend, smiling, replied: "When a friend hurts us, we should write it down in the sand, where the winds of forgiveness get in charge of erasing it away, and when something great happens, we should engrave it in the stone of the memory of the heart, where no wind can erase it"
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Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival. ~C.S. Lewis
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"You have to give up something to be a success in business. There's not time for
everything. Me...I have very little time for my spiritual life. I don't have a civic life. And I
do very little with friendships—anything that doesn't have to do with business. I don't
have time to cultivate relationships that aren't profitable."
Lorraine Mecca, successful businesswoman
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In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day one fellow met the great philosopher and said, "Do you know what I just heard about your friend?"

"Hold on a minute," Socrates replied. "Before telling me anything I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test."

"Triple filter?"

"That's right," Socrates continued. "Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you're going to say. That's why i call it the Triple Filter Test. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?"

"No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and..."

"All right," said Socrates. "So you don't know if it's true or not. Now let's try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me, about my friend something good?"

"No, on the contrary..."

"So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad about him, but you're not certain it's true or even good? You may still pass the test though, because there's one filter left: the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?"

"No, not really."

"Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell me at all?"

This is why Socrates was a great philosopher and held in high esteem. Friend use this Triple Filter Test each time you hear loose talk about any of your near and dear friends.


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I've been thinking. A lot, actually. The above quotes are the one that keep talking to me...along with a couple of songs (That's When You Find Out Who Your Friends Are -Tracey Lawrence & Friends, If You're Going Through Hell – Rodney Atkins and You've Got A Friend – Carole King)

I do not like the word “friend”. In this day of “instant friendship” it is over and ill-used. I know the internet allows you to “meet” people you may never have met otherwise. And, since I met one of my dearest and best friends online, I am a big believer that it does happen. But I have seen too many people call someone “friend” before they really know the person.

I need another word...more than an acquaintance, less than a friend. A friend is someone I can call at 3am and not only will they pick up the phone but I won't have to apologize for calling. A friend is someone who, when you lose your job/spouse/whatever, will cry with you – then get you drunk, laugh at you and tell you to get over it.

I mentioned in an earlier blog that my best friend is Satan. We've been friends for 35 years...36 next week. We've had our ups and downs – gone for weeks and sometimes months without talking (okay, when we were teenagers...oh, the drama...and once when we were adults) and everyone was sure we were finished. We both knew we weren't – we needed time to get over what we were pissed off about. Example – when we were adults – we were both going through divorce (our divorces were finalized within a week of each other – freaky, huh?) and I had a part time job with a couple who were also divorcing. Yes, they worked together. Actually, she was his boss. Anyway, he and I were spending a lot of time together - “friends” commiserating/sharing. One night, he made a pass at me. I knew I wasn't ready and I also knew he wasn't the kind of guy I could get involved with for any number of reasons so I let the pass go over my head. A week or so later, Satan had a beer or two too many and confessed that she and the guy had kissed.

I was pissed. Not that she had kissed him or he had kissed her – but because of the way she chose to tell me. The two of us were sitting with the guy at a restaurant. Betrayal? Yeah...because she knew I liked him. I left that night and was determined I would NEVER talk to her again. I was done and she knew it. The next day, I get a call at work from her – she's panicked because there's something wrong with her niece (who was pregnant) and they thought she was going to lose the baby. I did what I always did and talked her down off the ledge. I was still pissed, but I cannot turn my back on a person in pain. And she was my best friend.

However, I blocked her from my buddy list and wouldn't answer her emails. I didn't have caller ID so I did pick up the phone and her niece and the baby were fine. After I was sure the crisis had passed, I started screening my calls.

A month goes by and I'm living my life...still missing her because after 30+ years of talking two and three times a day and sharing everything, it's hard to just stop. And, truth be told, even though most of the time it was all about her, I remember the times it wasn't all about her. When she was there because I needed a friend.

I hadn't blocked all of her screennames, just her main one. She signed on under a different name and IM'd me. “I need a huge favor.” Needless to say, I was incredulous. We haven't spoken for a month and she's got the balls to ask for a favor? When she was the cause of the rift? Her Uncle Jim was dying and she wanted to know if I would go with her to see him. *Sighs* It was a good 90 minute ride there and back. I went. I didn't say two words to her all the way there – I stared out my window and I remember crying at one point because that stupid Celine Dion song came on the radio (no, not that one – the other one) and it reminded me of my honeymoon when I couldn't turn the radio on without hearing that song and it was such the perfect “couple-y” song **eyeroll** - I didn't want her to see me cry so I stared out the window even harder. We got there, and she went in to visit...I said hello to Uncle Jim (I had grown up knowing her family like she had grown up knowing mine) then left her alone with him. We stopped at McDonald's on the way back and the conversation was of the “it looks like rain” variety. It was another two weeks or so before we got together and talked it over and out. And of course we worked it out. Was there ever a choice? No. Because we were FRIENDS. We WORKED at it – not for hours or days or even weeks or months – YEARS...and constantly.

And the guy? Haven't talked to him in three or four years - and neither has Satan. That's the thing - people have tried to come between us *shakes head* they can't. Why? Because if someone tells me she said something...I actually go and ask her "what the hell man?" and we TALK about it, and figure out what happened and why - and woe betide the person who tried.

ALL relationships take TIME and EFFORT. Not just lovers/partners – friendships demand time too. Anything – EVERYTHING – worth having or doing takes time and effort. It's not easy. And it's not instantaneous.

This long rambly blog is because I have witnessed a number of “friendships” implode over the past two weeks or so.

Here's the thing: if they're that easily broken, they weren't friendships to begin with. Friendships are built over time. LOOOONG time...not three weeks of reading a blog and talking in PMs and emails. It takes time, laughter, tears, compromise and a genuine affection for the person. If you don't know my last name...how are you my friend?

My 360 “friends” are people I have something in common with...but the word “friend” is a misnomer. Buddy, pal, chum – pick one. You want to get to know me? Great, I love meeting new people...hit my Yahoo IM window, drop me a message or an email.

Knowing my name and birthday doesn't make you my friend. Standing up for me when someone is bad mouthing me – that makes you a friend. Refusing to listen to the gossip about me – that's a friend. Coming to me when you have a question or have heard something I supposedly said or did – that's a friend. Don't give your “friendship” away so easily – it's a precious commodity – and once you DO give it away...MEAN IT.

Anyone I have befriended, I will always befriend. Whether they stop being my friend or not...I don't walk away, you'll find me right where you left me.

Think That'll Do It,

Laurie

Thursday, May 28, 2009

So...I don't know where this came from or where it's going...

if anywhere...

(tentatively titled)

Starting Over

Taking a deep breath, he walked in, smile on his face.


“Hi honey,” he said, dropping a light kiss on her cheek before settling into the chair next to her. The beeps kept him company, as they always did. A muted television and distant echoes of an intercom were also ever-present. The kids had never been allowed – he wouldn't have allowed them even if they had been.


“Rob and Rick got accepted to the same school in New Hampshire. They're excited. They're doing well, hon. Really well. Jimmy's ten now, can you believe it? He's doing well in school finally. Janice has been a great help. With Leah, too, actually. She's not getting into fights anymore. She'll be twelve next week...but you knew that. They've got some friends now, they're not as withdrawn and sad and scared.” He prattled on watching her eyes, her face, waiting for a reaction. When none came, he continued. “Honey...there's no easy way to say this...” the first tear slid down his face unnoticed, the ones that followed, ignored. “I – I filed the papers today. You must think I'm a heartless bastard and I don't blame you but,” he hesitated – how much should he tell her? “I've met someone else Cassie. I didn't mean for it to happen. It was at one of the group meetings...” he trailed off again, still watching her for some reaction. And still, none came.


“Her name is Anna, she has twins, a boy and a girl, about Jimmy's age and they get along well. Leah's turning into a wonderful young woman. I – I talked to Janice and she thought it would be okay. It's been five years Cass...and I love you as I've always loved you. But ...you're not the you you were anymore. God, I know that sounds so shallow and I'm sorry.” He bent over, sobbing, his head against her thigh. He hadn't expected this to be easy, nor had he expected it to be this hard. He remembered their first date, she'd spilled grape juice on him at lunchtime. They'd been six at the time. That's how long he'd loved her, forty years and married for twenty two of them. It wasn't supposed to end like this. They were supposed to grow old – together. Rocking chairs and grandbabies and stories of their life together. Not like this, never like this. Her hand absently stroked his head. He knew it meant nothing but it made him sob harder.


Finally, he straighted up and drew a ragged breath, dragging his hand over his face, wiped away the treacherous tears. “Thing is Cass, I can't come anymore. My company is in rough shape and they've transferred me to Boston. Janice promised she'd still come around and visit. I'll be sure to send her pictures of the kids for you.” He sighed. Her had had fallen back into her lap when he sat up and her eyes were still vacant. “The house is on the market and the divorce,” he voice caught in his throat, “will be final next week. We're moving at the end of the month.” It was May now, trees were in bloom and green and the world seemed full of promise, the perfect time of year to start over.


He stood up and kissed her cheek again, pausing briefly with his head against her temple. “I'll always love you Cassie,” he said softly before turning and walking to the door and knocking to be let out. He looked back one last time before before the door closed behind him. As he walked down the corridor and out the front door of the Shelton Institute for the Criminally Insane, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle and looked back and up at the window that housed his wife. She was standing in the window, hand pressed against the pane, a smile that looked more like a snarl twisted her lips. He couldn't see them very well, but he knew that the insanity burned in her previously vacant eyes. He stood there, looking up at her wondering if they'd ever know why. If she'd ever be lucid enough to tell them, if she'd even remember what she'd done. Tearing himself away, he headed to the parking lot. He had one more stop to make but decided he'd put that off for another day. He'd had enough of today.

Think That'll Do It
Laurie



Sunday, May 3, 2009

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Pretty rope bondage photos by Nika Bond
Markie: http://www.themasque.net/coppermine/displayimage.php?album=lastup&cat=0&pos=0
Eva: http://www.themasque.net/coppermine/displayimage.php?album=lastup&cat=0&pos=1
Eva: http://www.themasque.net/coppermine/displayimage.php?album=lastup&cat=0&pos=1
Eva, Markie, and Monkia: http://www.themasque.net/coppermine/displayimage.php?album=lastup&cat=0&pos=3Katka: http://www.themasque.net/coppermine/displayimage.php?album=lastup&cat=0&pos=4