Maslow's hierarchy of needs

My summer holiday is coming up (actually celebrating midsummer in Sweden today, Yay for national holidays) and things at work are slowing down some, at last. When your mind isn't filled with work and other stressful things it gives you (in this case me) time to think about things differently.

The latest subject on my mind has been needs. i came across Maslow's hierarchy of needs again the other day and it got me thinking. (If you have no idea what on earth i'm on about.. look here ).

To me it seems alot of people have flipped the pyramid. Putting more focus on self- actualization then basic needs. At one point i did too, but i learned my lesson and life doesn't work too well that way. Its easy to tip the pyramid over if you take care of the "top" needs first.  So how does this connect to D/s.. well when a Dom goes in and starts "controlling" their subs life.. What part do they go for first? Like everything else that depends on the Dom i'm sure.. but wouldn't it be more effective to go for the basics first? Sleep for example.. or Sex?

Where does your biggest needs fit in? What need is the most important after the basic ones?

My needs change over time.. but right now, right this minute i'd do anything for hug or ten.

Blame

Mr Evil starts to wind me up over text, i follow His moves and one thing leads to the other, pictures are being sent and all of a sudden i get blamed for Him being late for work. How is that fair?

Sex store

In a small town as mine, finding a store that sell fun toys isn't the easiest thing in the world. A while back i was on holiday and of course just "happened" to walk past the largest toy store they had. It was massive! They had it all, and then some. Found some really awesome whips and paddles i wouldn't mind picking up if i was allowed. This also included one with spikes. My friend smacked me on the hand with it and... ouch! Hand hurt for hours after. When i told Mr Evil He laughed and said it probably wouldn't hurt that much if it was landing on my arse. Somehow i'm not as sure. A little harder and it would be bleeding.

Internet is awesome for shopping but having the chance to touch, squeeze and try things can make a huge difference. Would never ever have thought that paddle would cause that pain, but it did. Lets hope the next store i shop from online has good deals for refunds (i'm so shopping addicted).

His little science project

What started out as a sex toy ended up as His own little science project.
Pretty sure it was triggered by my reaction for this thing, to be perfectly honest as much as i was excited, i was scared and He could feel it. He could hear it in my voice. There is no way i could ever hide emotions from Him, He reads me like a open book even during the times when i don't want Him too.

So He had this theory that He wanted to try and before i knew it, i'm leaning against the wall my body sinking toward the floor (wonder why He likes this so much). My legs spread apart and as i get closer to the floor my thighs are a bit.. uncomfortable. Thats where He wanted to go with this. He made me rub my inner thigh, squeeze it even before digging the wheel into my skin and rolling it from my knee up to the edge of my panties. It hurt! It really hurt. To be honest with you all, i didn't expect it too, rolling it on my arm just as hard didn't.
What does He say? i could hear the smile on His face "Just as I thought" Thats all. Master loves to torture me!

He made me do it again on the other thigh too. Gah.. pain! He just laughed and made me change positions. This time putting more weight on my feet making my legs and arse tense. He made me roll it over my arse and omg.. it hurt even more. Still so surprised by the fact that it did. Some of what happened last night when He played with me is a bit of a cloud but He did at some point make me roll it over the same spot twice, letting it really, really dig in the second time. i was about to die. Scary thought of having Him do this to me Himself with me tied up and blindfolded. Scary!

As much i do hate to admit it, the whole thing did make me wet. His project was over and He went on like nothing had happened. i was so damn frustrated. It took me some time but couldn't help myself.. i just had to.. ask Him if His little girl would be allowed a orgasm.

For some reason He looked up a picture of this new little toy and sounded so happy when He saw the handle had a round tip. He said yes and told me to go play with the toy in my *bip* and send Him a picture while He ordered some food. Blushing, shivering, of course His little girl did as she was told.
Happy to be allowed her orgasm when He came back.

He made me give it a kiss when it was all over, saying how little girls should learn to respect the things that give them pain and pleasure. He made me sleep with it in my bed too but thats another story....

Thanks Eden fantasys for my new BDSM toy

Story of O

It's late on a Friday night. 

The rain outside her bedroom window is coming down hard.

She's always found the rain peaceful.

The sound relaxes her and the thought of everything old, 

dirty and unpure being washed away calms her.

She lays in bed with her book, 

the story of someone like her, a slave.

The story of O. 

The story making her somewhat excited and somewhat frustrated. 

How can O agree to being treated like this. 

Used by strangers any way they wish and O's 

Master using the trust she has in his love to take advantage of her. 

It's not consensual, there are no safewords. 

There isn't even the option of speaking.

O agrees to it all, agrees to everything in fear that her lover 

won't love her anymore.  While the pages of the book are being turned, 

she can't help but think of her own place in the world. 

How much she urges for that spot next to Masters feet, 

and just how much His love mean to her.

Has her Master ever used the love she hold for Him to get His way? 

Thoughts rushing through her head, before she finally puts the book down, 

turns off the light and falls asleep thinking about her Master.