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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUGSHY-fCp7ImA9WhRRE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608</id><updated>2011-11-26T00:10:29.854-10:00</updated><category term="naughty" /><category term="dominance" /><category term="collage" /><category term="plans" /><category term="ask" /><category term="skirt" /><category term="explanation" /><category term="bondage" /><category term="stillettos" /><category term="nipple" /><category term="blouse" /><category term="clamps" /><category term="new" /><category term="rent" /><category term="art" /><category term="about" /><category term="submission" /><category term="orgasm" /><category term="sub" /><category term="please" /><category term="misery" /><category term="submissive" /><category term="perves" /><category term="anxiety" /><category term="analogy" /><category term="restraint" /><category term="audio" /><category term="emotions" /><category term="borrow" /><category term="message" /><category term="fantasy" /><category term="chat" /><category term="girl" /><category term="breakup" /><category term="phrases" /><category term="loving" /><category term="last night" /><category term="sexy" /><category term="training" /><category term="cum" /><category term="voicemail" /><category term="story" /><category term="massage" /><category term="women" /><category term="old" /><category term="getting older" /><category term="penis" /><category term="d/s" /><category term="real life" /><category term="own" /><category term="dream" /><category term="depression" /><category term="cock" /><category term="ideas" /><category term="blog" /><category term="question" /><category term="pleasure" /><category term="kneel" /><category term="life" /><category term="online" /><category term="pussy" /><category term="photo" /><category term="welcome" /><category term="call" /><category term="crap" /><category term="ownership" /><category term="Dom" /><category term="feelings" /><category term="play" /><category term="pain" /><category term="moving on" /><category term="mp3" /><category term="fun" /><category term="love" /><category term="heels" /><category term="cancelled" /><category term="pet" /><category term="sadness" /><category term="master" /><title type="text">Loving Restraint Blog</title><subtitle type="html">The personal writings of a Dominant living In a 24/7 D/s relationship</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Jason Tag</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHtgaS4XR20/SniQzi5AdhI/AAAAAAAAABI/4w0xS-VbP8o/S220/me_headshot.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LovingRestraint" /><feedburner:info uri="lovingrestraint" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="license" type="text/html" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/" /><meta xmlns="http://pipes.yahoo.com" name="pipes" content="noprocess" /><logo>http://www.jasontagphoto.com/lr/jt2_sm.jpg</logo><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04DR3oyfCp7ImA9WhZUFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-7478783267705200264</id><published>2011-06-09T12:43:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:52:56.494-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-09T12:52:56.494-10:00</app:edited><title>some sad news</title><content type="html">It is with a heavy heart that I have decided to give up the Ds lifestyle.  For me the lifestyle was fun and interesting, exciting, and fascinating, It taught me a lot about who I am and what I'm capable of.  Being a Dom to a sub taught me how to be the kind of man I wanted to be, it gave me the confidence and the strength to find myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ds lifestyle has given me so much that is positive and yet it has also given me so much sadness as well.  Not being able to find another sub has really taken me to a place of darkness and despair.  To spend so much energy seeking and not finding has taken it's toll on me.  I no longer feel that I will find another submissive.  I'm not looking for a sub as a replacement for the one I lost mind you, merely just another sub to train, care for, and to be with.  This is what I am not finding and I'm not sure I'll ever find it again.  This is what saddens me the most.  I am grateful for the friends I made on this journey, the lessons learned, and most of all I am grateful for finding myself again.  I have no regrets and would not change anything I have done in the past 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also grateful for you who are reading this, for those who followed me on my journey, and for the memories.  This I will cherish for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~LR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-7478783267705200264?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/dQKlr8F14Ko" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/7478783267705200264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-sad-news.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/7478783267705200264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/7478783267705200264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/dQKlr8F14Ko/some-sad-news.html" title="some sad news" /><author><name>LovingRestraint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456176660267061966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/Sqr_YH4h7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/x2bQISZh4OQ/S220/me_DSC_0304_sm.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-sad-news.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YBQ38_fip7ImA9WhZTEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-3958716594549910931</id><published>2011-03-14T11:44:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T11:45:52.146-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-14T11:45:52.146-10:00</app:edited><title>Tsunami</title><content type="html">I have been watching the footage and the devastation of the Earthquake and subsequent tsunami that struck Sendai, Japan on March 11, 2011.  Thanks to so many people with cameras who are becoming citizen reporters for all the footage and news coming out of the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many people know the tsunami didn't just affect Japan, It's affects were seen in Russia, Canada, the west coast of the U.S. and Hawaii to name a few.  Here in Hawaii, We were lucky to only receive minor damage in comparison to what I'm seeing coming out of Japan.  The affect of all of this leaves me feeling like there might be something I can do to help... I've decided to help through my art.  Any sales of my artwork will be donated in full to organizations that are helping the relief efforts in Japan. Prints can be purchased through &lt;a href="http://jasontagphoto.deviantart.com/prints/"&gt;DeviantArt.com&lt;/a&gt; And I'm also opening up my paypal account to take donations for various organizations who are helping the people of Japan.  I'm not sure which organizations I'll be donating to just yet but I will find the ones that are doing the most good for the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like your contribution to go to a specific organization leave me a message when you donate and I'll make sure that your contribution goes where you've asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="55%" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donate in USD&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donate in Yen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt; &lt;input name="cmd" type="hidden" value="_s-xclick"&gt; &lt;input name="hosted_button_id" type="hidden" value="YAN9U58SBEYCU"&gt; &lt;input alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!" name="submit" src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/WEBSCR-640-20110306-1/en_US/i/btn/btn_donateCC_LG.gif" type="image"&gt; &lt;img src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/WEBSCR-640-20110306-1/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" border="0" alt="" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt; &lt;input name="cmd" type="hidden" value="_s-xclick"&gt; &lt;input name="hosted_button_id" type="hidden" value="P9JCFBVKR58RG"&gt; &lt;input alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!" name="submit" src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/WEBSCR-640-20110306-1/en_US/i/btn/btn_donateCC_LG.gif" type="image"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/WEBSCR-640-20110306-1/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" border="0" alt="" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support,&lt;div&gt;~LR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-3958716594549910931?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/jnqTOjpIqLc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/3958716594549910931/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/03/tsunami.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/3958716594549910931?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/3958716594549910931?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/jnqTOjpIqLc/tsunami.html" title="Tsunami" /><author><name>LovingRestraint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456176660267061966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/Sqr_YH4h7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/x2bQISZh4OQ/S220/me_DSC_0304_sm.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/03/tsunami.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MFSHY4cCp7ImA9Wx9aF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-8863558500107780895</id><published>2011-03-09T16:33:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T16:50:19.838-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-09T16:50:19.838-10:00</app:edited><title>Kink art photo shoot</title><content type="html">&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.jasontagphoto.com/blogger/J_DSC_2111.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally gotten some time to sit and write a little about the shoot I had last weekend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The basic idea as I wrote earlier was to capture something kinky and sexy and have fun in the process.  What resulted was a series of images that I am very happy with.  The location I selected was a fence that was located at the top of a mountain.  I've shot there before but not quite like this.  We talked for a quite a while about a lot of different things and I have to say that I've probably made a new friend as a result of the shoot.  The model was someone I found through a posting I made on a fetish site.  Once we made it to the location we talked about the shoot and then just jumped right in with a pair of wristcuffs.  I put the cuffs on her wrists and then pulled over to the fence where I attached the cuffs to the fence with spring hooks.  I would say that it was quite a turn on to do this even though there was no dominance occuring.  Just simply the act of restraining her turned me on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.jasontagphoto.com/blogger/J_DSC_2317.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I began taking a few pictures, I changed her arm position and then took a few more pics.  I kept the shoot laid back and mellow and making sure she felt safe and protected despite the vulnerable position I was putting her in.   I did bring along a ball gag with me and she said she'd be ok with trying it.  Once it was on her that's when things really started heating up.  I liked the look of her helpless against the fence and unable to talk.  I don't know why but it really got me going.  after a few shots, I took the gag off and gave her a chance to relax and rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a short break I reattached her to the fence with the cuffs but this time I also ties her legs to the fence so that the rope would force her legs into a position where they were spread wide open.  I shot that, then added the ball gag to it and shot more.  Once again I could feel myself getting turned on.  Suffice to say that this shoot will be one that I remember fondly for a very long time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end we got some really cool shots and she had a great time as well.  I think she'll be posing for me again soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~LR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-8863558500107780895?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/Yk4FMeLkdrk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/8863558500107780895/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/03/kink-art-photo-shoot.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/8863558500107780895?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/8863558500107780895?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/Yk4FMeLkdrk/kink-art-photo-shoot.html" title="Kink art photo shoot" /><author><name>LovingRestraint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456176660267061966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/Sqr_YH4h7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/x2bQISZh4OQ/S220/me_DSC_0304_sm.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/03/kink-art-photo-shoot.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcCQXg5fCp7ImA9Wx9aE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-3337172474446400629</id><published>2011-03-05T12:11:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T12:11:00.624-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-05T12:11:00.624-10:00</app:edited><title>Poll Results... "Would You Rather Be...?"</title><content type="html">I've decided I'm going to do a poll every once in a while asking my readers different questions related to D/s, BDSM, Fetish, things. &amp;nbsp;I'll leave each poll up for a month and after the poll is over, I'l post the results here in the blog. &amp;nbsp;SO here are the poll results for the question... "Would you rather be...?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Spanked: 50% (8 votes)&lt;br /&gt;
All of the Above: 25% (4 Votes)&lt;br /&gt;
Flogged: 12% (2 Votes)&lt;br /&gt;
Whipped: 6% (1 Votes)&lt;br /&gt;
Caned: 6% (1 Votes)&lt;br /&gt;
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I find it interesting that spanking got the most votes but then again it's a fairly mainstream thing.  I know lots of people who aren't in the "lifestyle" of fetish or bdsm who enjoy being spanked.  SO i guess it makes a lot of sense.  And the one that makes me happy is the "All of the above" response at 25% of the votes.  It's good to know there's people out there who enjoy it all!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks to everyone for voting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-3337172474446400629?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/OS-H1yDUDrI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/3337172474446400629/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/03/poll-results-would-you-rather-be.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/3337172474446400629?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/3337172474446400629?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/OS-H1yDUDrI/poll-results-would-you-rather-be.html" title="Poll Results... &quot;Would You Rather Be...?&quot;" /><author><name>Jason Tag</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHtgaS4XR20/SniQzi5AdhI/AAAAAAAAABI/4w0xS-VbP8o/S220/me_headshot.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/03/poll-results-would-you-rather-be.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YEQX0-fCp7ImA9Wx9aE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-4880193895611440750</id><published>2011-03-05T06:05:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T06:05:00.354-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-05T06:05:00.354-10:00</app:edited><title>Photo Shoot Today</title><content type="html">I'm working on a photo shoot today that should be lots of fun.  I've decided to go from shooting art nudes to shooting more in the kink art genre.  I'm rather bored with just plain old art nudes and I'm looking for something a bit more on the edgy, raw, and real.  Don't get me wrong, I love that I can create and capture beautiful images of the nude human form in nature but I feel that I've grown as an artist and as a Dom and now feel like moving into a genre like D/s art or BDSM art.&lt;br /&gt;
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The shoot I have planned is going to be tying a girl up to a fence in the woods.  It's a place that I go to a lot actually.  I've been seeing this fence and have had this idea for more than a year now.  I've posted on this before but now I'm doing it.  I'll be using leather wrist cuffs and spring hooks to attach her wrists to the fence.  We'll play around with different positioning of the arms and the body &amp;nbsp;I also plan on using rope to tie her legs to the fence in a way that forces her legs to be spread wide open. &amp;nbsp;It might be a bit uncomfortable but I think I might be able to also get her ankles attached to the fence using the same method as the wrists! I'll have to see when we get there if it's going to be possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of my plans is to leave her there for a little while. &amp;nbsp;That should give her some time to find a place of peace with the restraints or it might get her to start freaking out a little about what might happen. &amp;nbsp;I don't know which I like better. &amp;nbsp;I'll play with her a bit before I shoot though. &amp;nbsp;Making her truly feel safe and &amp;nbsp;that I am in control of her and what's going to happen&lt;br /&gt;
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We'll see what comes of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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~LR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-4880193895611440750?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/nxMM7xVOtVE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/4880193895611440750/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/03/photo-shoot-today.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/4880193895611440750?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/4880193895611440750?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/nxMM7xVOtVE/photo-shoot-today.html" title="Photo Shoot Today" /><author><name>Jason Tag</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHtgaS4XR20/SniQzi5AdhI/AAAAAAAAABI/4w0xS-VbP8o/S220/me_headshot.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/03/photo-shoot-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04EQ34yfip7ImA9Wx9aEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-4714382527455167487</id><published>2011-03-04T09:11:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:11:42.096-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-04T09:11:42.096-10:00</app:edited><title>Night Nude Photo Shoot...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.jasontagphoto.com/blogger/DSC_1979_web.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The other night A friend of mine and I did a nude photo shoot on the beach. &amp;nbsp;I'm grateful that it didn't rain and that she was able to shoot with me while she was visiting. &amp;nbsp;I always love shooting with this girl and I can never shoot with her very often because she moved away at the&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;of the year. &amp;nbsp; She was back to visit and so we got a chance to shoot and have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because of my crazy schedule, I decided to try shooting at night on the beach. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't easy and having to bring a flash with me made it a little more of a challenge. &amp;nbsp;I usually don't shoot with lights when I'm outdoors because the sun is usually enough for me to get good shots. &amp;nbsp;But being that it was pitch dark that night I needed the flash. &amp;nbsp;And I like what it did and what it looked like. &amp;nbsp;I think I'll shoot more with it and see what else I can do with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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~LR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-4714382527455167487?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/sytsqNqMRxE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/4714382527455167487/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/03/night-nude-photo-shoot.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/4714382527455167487?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/4714382527455167487?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" 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&amp;nbsp;Well I ended up having dinner with her and nothing bad happened. &amp;nbsp; I did feel a little sad but I'm over it. &amp;nbsp;I see no reason why I should be hung up on her anymore. &amp;nbsp;Last night while we sat there eating and talking I really saw nothing that would attract me to her anymore. &amp;nbsp;I've grown so much in the last year or so that she doesn't really interest me anymore. &amp;nbsp;But what she represents to me does attract me. &amp;nbsp;A submissive willing to serve me does interest me intensely. &amp;nbsp;I long for it, yearn for it. &amp;nbsp;But I know that I will have my submissive soon enough. &amp;nbsp;No sense really worrying about it anymore. &amp;nbsp;It will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-3334955539129877815?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/fx4lxLdLX5E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/3334955539129877815/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/03/dinner-last-night.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/3334955539129877815?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/3334955539129877815?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/fx4lxLdLX5E/dinner-last-night.html" title="Dinner last night" /><author><name>Jason Tag</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHtgaS4XR20/SniQzi5AdhI/AAAAAAAAABI/4w0xS-VbP8o/S220/me_headshot.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/03/dinner-last-night.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkANSHY8fSp7ImA9Wx9bGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-3298113649298704185</id><published>2011-02-28T14:19:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:19:59.875-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-28T14:19:59.875-10:00</app:edited><title>Dinner with the ex</title><content type="html">Tonight I'm supposed to have dinner with the ex that I have talked about on here the most. &amp;nbsp;I still have issues concerning her but I'm trying to retain a&amp;nbsp;friendship&amp;nbsp;with her because I know it's important to her. &amp;nbsp;But it still messes with my head. &amp;nbsp;We're supposed to have dinner in about 3 hours and the closer it gets to that time, the more I want to just cancel it. &amp;nbsp;Not sure if I should or not. &amp;nbsp;I want to take the high road and hope that it'll make me a better man but at the same time I don't want to get depressed again. &amp;nbsp;I've been very good about being depressed lately. &amp;nbsp;Haven't felt sad for about 3 weeks now. &amp;nbsp;But there's this fear that it will start me on another downward spiral. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I should cancel. &amp;nbsp;I don't know. &amp;nbsp;We'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-3298113649298704185?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/jFT9X1Go_qY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/3298113649298704185/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link 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gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMGSHwyeyp7ImA9Wx9UGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-1950132694660048050</id><published>2011-02-17T14:20:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:20:29.293-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-17T14:20:29.293-10:00</app:edited><title>Voicemail...</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;If you read this blog you might have seen the blog of text below that mentions a phone number where people can call and leave sexy/naughty messages.  Well I realized after receiving a message today that I hadn't really written about the messages I've received!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far I've received quite a few messages.  the first was rather weird but I still enjoyed it.  It was a woman telling how much she wanted to eat my pussy.  Even though I don't have one of those I still found it extremely hot!  Others I've received have been people having orgasms for the most part.  WHich is pretty much what I was after.  although people can do what they want, I generally love to hear women cum.  just the sound of it turns me on.  Knowing she's playing with herself, or picturing how she might laying.  I can often imagine her finger placement, perhaps she has two fingers in herself. mmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today I received a message that really got me going.  It was simply a woman masturbating and cumming.  but the orgasm was intense!  It got me so hard that it surprised me.  By the time the recording finished playing I was touching the throbbing bulge that now existed in my pants.  My cock wanted out and wanted to be touched.  Of course I resisted since I was sitting at my desk at work and I do share a cubicle with another employee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thank you to whoever you are for leaving that message.  I hope that you enjoyed it immensely and might do it again some time soon!  =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-1950132694660048050?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/2h_RMeDuMnE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/1950132694660048050/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/voicemail.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/1950132694660048050?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/1950132694660048050?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/2h_RMeDuMnE/voicemail.html" title="Voicemail..." /><author><name>LovingRestraint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456176660267061966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/Sqr_YH4h7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/x2bQISZh4OQ/S220/me_DSC_0304_sm.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/voicemail.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIGR3kzfyp7ImA9Wx9UGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-2745457406170499890</id><published>2011-02-15T23:08:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:28:46.787-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-15T23:28:46.787-10:00</app:edited><title>Outdoor Kink Anyone?</title><content type="html">In talking to a sub recently, she asked what my top five kinks were.  I had to think pretty hard about this one.  I mean she only asked me to name five!  I named four and was thinking pretty good about the fifth.  She went off on a tangent and we started talking about other things.  Then it hit me!  Outdoor kink!  I remembered that I had always loved having sex outdoors.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was a teenager it was out of necessity.  As I got older though it became rather childish to have sex in cars, on the beach, or in the woods.  But as I thought about this more I realized why can't I have sex outdoors?  I mean it's rather fun.  The threat of being caught can be exciting.  the thrill of maybe someone walking by and seeing... maybe they'll stay just out of sight and watch from a distance.   Maybe they'll get closer and watch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it occurred to me to take it to a whole new level.  Why not get kinky outdoors too!  I mean if you're going to have sex in the woods why not use the woods as your playspace!  I started thinking of all kinds of things I could do.  Tie her to a tree and spank her, whip her, flog her.  Make her kneel or crawl in the grass or the mud.  This was starting to get fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jasontagphoto.com/blogger/naked_restraint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="http://www.jasontagphoto.com/blogger/naked_restraint.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recalled the picture to the right here.  One that I shot when I was bored and wanted to try shooting something a bit more interesting.  But I started thinking that I could cuff her to that fence in the picture since there's usually no one around for hours there.  My mind started reeling with all kinds of ideas... many I won't share here because I haven't done them yet.  But I started thinking of all the places I've shot nudes at and pondered if I could get away with more kinky things in those places as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now when I go on hikes, I'm gonna see the woods in a whole new way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~LR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-2745457406170499890?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/1S4c0Pcn880" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/2745457406170499890/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/outdoor-kink-anyone.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/2745457406170499890?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/2745457406170499890?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/1S4c0Pcn880/outdoor-kink-anyone.html" title="Outdoor Kink Anyone?" /><author><name>LovingRestraint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456176660267061966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/Sqr_YH4h7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/x2bQISZh4OQ/S220/me_DSC_0304_sm.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/outdoor-kink-anyone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMAQn87fip7ImA9Wx9UFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-3944799533335934735</id><published>2011-02-12T15:06:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T15:27:23.106-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-12T15:27:23.106-10:00</app:edited><title>Covert Kink</title><content type="html">I was re-examining my profile on &lt;a href="http://fetlife.com/users/252460"&gt;fetlife.com&lt;/a&gt; today and I went through my list of fetishes just to make sure it was up to date... well I still have to finish looking through it because when I got to "Covery Bondage"  I had to stop and write this... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE COVERT BONDAGE!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was that loud enough for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that being said, I love the idea of being at a restaurant or a dinner party with my sub and knowing that she's wearing her nipple clamps.  Or the piece of thin black cloth around her neck is really my collar.  Now that's pretty typical of what you might expect to be covert bondage.  But what about more risky things like thigh cuffs?  They could be hidden by a medium length or long skirt and the sub would certainly feel them with every step she takes.  They might make a sound as she walks so the trick would be to walk without making them make a noise.  How about a clit clamp?  Again a skirt would be great for concealment... maybe it would be a no pantie night and lots of stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I like about this idea is the fact that you can be having a totally sexual experience in public and no one knows.   Would they care if they did?  Most of the time people are busy eating their dinner, talking with friends, or generally engaged in their lives to the point where they don't notice you unless you call attention to yourself.  That's the trick.  To do it in a way that makes you look and act like everyone else.   Then you could totally have your sub cum right in the middle of the main course and no one is the wiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love covert play! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-3944799533335934735?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/8ZQmmOusFI4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/3944799533335934735/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/covert-kink.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/3944799533335934735?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/3944799533335934735?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/8ZQmmOusFI4/covert-kink.html" title="Covert Kink" /><author><name>LovingRestraint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456176660267061966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/Sqr_YH4h7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/x2bQISZh4OQ/S220/me_DSC_0304_sm.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/covert-kink.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAHRHo5fip7ImA9Wx9UFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-8366855047531906144</id><published>2011-02-09T09:15:00.008-10:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:32:15.426-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-11T09:32:15.426-10:00</app:edited><title>The first time...</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;"Remove your clothing and fold them neatly in a pile.  Skirt on the bottom followed by your top, panties then the bra.  Place your jewelry on top and present this stack of clothes to me.  If I am pleased I will take them from you.  If I am not, you will do it again."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could tell this command surprised her.   I know she wasn't expecting it which is why I chose to start her off this way.  she is a new sub and this is her first time submitting to another.  A part of me wants to be gentle with her.  Start her off slowly and work her into things.  But I know that she'll will benefit much more if things start as they're going to be.  Tough but fair.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She gives me a questioning look.  &lt;i&gt;"Is there a problem?"&lt;/i&gt; I ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"no Sir" &lt;/i&gt;she replies.  her hands move toward the top button of her shirt.  I watch as she gets down to the last button.  she takes it off tentatively as if she is waiting for something bad to happen. When she sees that all is ok she finishes pulling the shirt off her arms and begins folding the shirt against the flatness of the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have seen exactly what I wanted to in this moment.  The command, her reaction, the thought processes.  Seeing her wrestle internally with issues that she didn't think would be in play tonight.  The realization that I am serious in the command.  And finally, the decision.  In a moment that only lasted a few seconds I learned more about her than she probably realizes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smile comes to my face that I can't stifle and I walk away as she pulls her skirt down to the floor of the hotel room.  I don't want her to see this smile that I can't seem to control right now.  I enter the bathroom and can hear her folding the skirt and removing the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wait in the bathroom until I can't hear movement anymore.  As I walk in the room I see her standing there, naked with a pile of clothes in her hands held out for me to inspect.  I see the jewelry on top, the bra, underneath the bra I see a neatly folded baby blue thong.  I see her blouse and her skirt on the bottom. &lt;i&gt; "Good girl"&lt;/i&gt; I tell her as I take the pile of clothes from her.  I really had no intention of making her do it again but I wanted her thinking about it. I wanted her to wonder what she needed to do in order to please me since I gave her no criteria for doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I place her clothes in one of the empty drawers and look at her naked body before me.  She is now ready to become Mine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is only the beginning of much grander scene.  I have truncated it here.  It's based on a real scene that I use to begin D/s relationships.  The scene continues with an elaborate ceremony that involves touching each part of the sub's body and asking the sub who that body part belongs to.  The idea is that she is mentally and physically giving me her body one part at a time.  And the result is that by the end of this ceremony she is mine entirely.   The last time I did it the sub told me later that she felt herself slowly falling into her submissive place.  A place where she felt totally at peace and comfortable being mine.  Each time I asked about another body part, she said she fell a little deeper into subspace.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post a part two at a later time...  The scene as it stands runs about 3 hours total in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~LR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-8366855047531906144?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/CZez6E0J1WU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/8366855047531906144/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-time.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/8366855047531906144?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/8366855047531906144?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/CZez6E0J1WU/first-time.html" title="The first time..." /><author><name>LovingRestraint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456176660267061966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/Sqr_YH4h7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/x2bQISZh4OQ/S220/me_DSC_0304_sm.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4HRHczeyp7ImA9Wx9UEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-3289200857048146253</id><published>2011-02-09T09:06:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T09:15:35.983-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-09T09:15:35.983-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cock" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="collage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="penis" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perves" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ask" /><title>I love it when women ask for my penis!</title><content type="html">Ok ok... it's not what you think.... gosh you guys are such perves! (wink wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An artist put out a call looking for people interested in a photo collage of penis's that she was working on and so I volunteered my cock for the purposes of creating art.  I can't wait to see what she does with my cock... don't tell me you didn't see that cumming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I'll stop with the bad puns now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~LR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-3289200857048146253?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/qHRJBBBe2XQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/3289200857048146253/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-it-when-women-ask-for-my-penis.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/3289200857048146253?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/3289200857048146253?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/qHRJBBBe2XQ/i-love-it-when-women-ask-for-my-penis.html" title="I love it when women ask for my penis!" /><author><name>Jason Tag</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHtgaS4XR20/SniQzi5AdhI/AAAAAAAAABI/4w0xS-VbP8o/S220/me_headshot.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-it-when-women-ask-for-my-penis.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEECQX0ycSp7ImA9Wx9UEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-3426257570762909868</id><published>2011-02-08T13:11:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T13:11:00.399-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-08T13:11:00.399-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blouse" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stillettos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skirt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heels" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="submissive" /><title>The Girl With The Kick-Ass Shoes!</title><content type="html">There is a girl who works in a building near my office who I started noticing about a year ago.  What struck me the most about her was that she dressed in a manner that screamed sexy but still had a professional nature to it.  It's strange to describe but I'll try.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She would be wearing a nice jacket, a medium length skirt, and blouse that had kind of a prince quality to it, ruffles or lace around the wrists.  She would also be wearing fishnets or some other dark stockings and a pair of six-eight inch stiletto heels.  What struck me the most about her was her choice in shoes.  It seemed to be a dichotomy to everything else she was wearing.  Almost like it was the one part of her dress that was her true nature and everything else was something she had to wear because that's what was expected of her.   Kinda like people who wear jeans but really sexy underwear underneath because it makes them feel sexy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing that intrigues me about her is that she seems to be uncomfortable or unconfident.   When she walks it's never really in a straight line.  she meanders a little.  I assume it's because of the heels she wears.  Something about that intrigues me tremendously.   I can sense a bit of submissiveness from her.  I could be wrong but I just get that vibe from her.  I find her extremely beautiful and I love watching her walk to work or to the bus stop nearby.  Often times I wonder if she knows just how beautiful she is or that there is someone who thinks she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I should say that I don't see her everyday and sometimes I'll go months without seeing her.  But every once in a while I'll see her and I get intrigued all over again.  Usually when I see her, I'm driving down the street I work on as she is walking to work or she is about to get on the bus as I'm walking to my car after work.  Rarely am I ever in a position to approach her and talk to her.  I know that if that ever happened I would want to tell her that I find her beautiful but don't know if that show's off my creepiness or my confidence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hadn't seen her since November and I was starting to get worried that maybe she lost her job, or moved away, or got a different job somewhere else.  I had all kinds of ideas about where she was or what might have happened to her.  But this morning, I was late for work because of traffic and I saw her as I was driving to the parking garage.  She was walking up the street towards the building she works in... whichever one it is I'm not sure.  I was glad to see her again and know that she is still around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for now she'll just be the girl with the kick ass shoes.  Someday maybe I'll get a chance to say hi and see what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-3426257570762909868?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/7w9e_qGxBdI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/3426257570762909868/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/girl-with-kick-ass-shoes.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/3426257570762909868?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/3426257570762909868?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/7w9e_qGxBdI/girl-with-kick-ass-shoes.html" title="The Girl With The Kick-Ass Shoes!" /><author><name>LovingRestraint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456176660267061966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/Sqr_YH4h7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/x2bQISZh4OQ/S220/me_DSC_0304_sm.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/girl-with-kick-ass-shoes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcAQXg8eSp7ImA9Wx9UEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-749524137297343278</id><published>2011-02-08T08:34:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T08:34:00.671-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-08T08:34:00.671-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="analogy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ownership" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="submission" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dominance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="d/s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borrow" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ideas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rent" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="own" /><title>A few words about Ownership.</title><content type="html">In my first D/s relationship, My sub and I talked a lot about the concept of Ownership.  There were a lot of hurdles I have to overcome during this relationship but this one was a concept that just didn't sit right with me.  After a few days of thought I came up with the idea of possession instead of ownership.  For me possession was more accurate to how I felt about my sub.  she was one of my toys, one of my things I kept in my life.  she was a possession.  Certainly possession can imply ownership since the sub being 'possessed' belonged to me.  As I look back now, I see a huge difference between possessing and owning a sub.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To possess a submissive means all the same things as 'ownership' with one notable exception.  You still care for and nurture your possession as you would anything else you own.  But the exception is in your attitude.  If you own something you are willing to take responsibility for it.  If you own a home and the roof starts to leak, it falls on you to get it fixed.  The same is true for a submissive.  When there are problems, an owner will take whatever responsibility is necessary to bring the sub back to proper working order.   For me it comes down to renting versus owning.  With my last sub I was a renter, borrowing her for a short time and somehow thinking that I was owning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how I understand it now, to own another is to accept responsibility for that person, through the good and the bad.  It is up to you as the owner to make her/him yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-749524137297343278?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/Rz6CXOFBPMA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/749524137297343278/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/few-words-about-ownership.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/749524137297343278?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/749524137297343278?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/Rz6CXOFBPMA/few-words-about-ownership.html" title="A few words about Ownership." /><author><name>LovingRestraint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456176660267061966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/Sqr_YH4h7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/x2bQISZh4OQ/S220/me_DSC_0304_sm.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/few-words-about-ownership.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4MQXs8fCp7ImA9Wx9UEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-5096895367441155970</id><published>2011-02-07T14:13:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:13:00.574-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-07T14:13:00.574-10:00</app:edited><title>Mantras</title><content type="html">Normally I use mantras and positive reinforcement for my subs.   Normally, the mantra I give them goes something like... "I am beautiful, I am loved, and I am Owned"  or perhaps something more substantial full of statements beginning with "I will", or "I am".   But basically the mantras I give my subs all touch on the concept of being owned or having given up their control to another.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About three weeks ago it dawned on me that this is what I needed in my life.  A mantra might possibly help me to get over my issues.  To help me feel dominant again, to help me feel happy again.  SO I started thinking about a mantra for myself.  the one I came up with was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; "I don't need to be happy unless I want to be happy." &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of my friends try very hard to help me overcome the issues I'm facing.  But the one thing that really annoys me more than any other is this idea that I have to be happy.  And I'm sure that my friends are tired of trying to make me happy.  Yes I can be a real grumpy gus when I want to.  The above mantra is interesting because it lessens the pressure on me to be happy.   I don't &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to be happy.  I don't &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to do anything I don't want to.  So this mantra simply reminds me that when I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to be happy I &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; be.  But what also makes it interesting is that it ends with the words &lt;i&gt;"I want to be happy".   &lt;/i&gt;The reason why it ends this way is because I wanted the mantra to leave me with something that would change my mind.  Negative energy is very strong.  If I had ended it with something negative, then that energy would have been carried through as I ended the mantra.  However in this case the positive is emphasized leaving me with a positive energy to carry forward.  and thus it sets me up to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my task for this week is to write a new mantra to help me set the intention that I want to have another submissive.  I know I'm not ready for it just yet.  I need a lot more work on myself before I will be ready for it.  But it doesn't hurt to work and get myself where I need to be.  It's a long process but I have faith that it will happen.  After all we are our own self-fulling prophecies aren't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-5096895367441155970?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/eTTG45gRgSQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/5096895367441155970/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/mantras.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/5096895367441155970?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/5096895367441155970?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/eTTG45gRgSQ/mantras.html" title="Mantras" /><author><name>LovingRestraint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456176660267061966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/Sqr_YH4h7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/x2bQISZh4OQ/S220/me_DSC_0304_sm.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/mantras.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04DQnw7eSp7ImA9Wx9UEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-8579916792591963461</id><published>2011-02-07T08:59:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T09:12:53.201-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-07T09:12:53.201-10:00</app:edited><title>Falling</title><content type="html">So I slipped Saturday night.  A minor setback.  This statement is of course in response to my &lt;a href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/tonight.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent all of Sunday thinking about a lot of different things.  What I decided was that I would not allow my ex nor her new boyfriend to ruin my mood.  I decided I would rise above it because I'm better than that.  Although it does mean that I cannot have a friendship with her like she wants to have with me.  That's ok with me though.  I think on some level, while she has helped me through this dark period of my life, she is also a detriment to it as well.  I will move forward because I have to.  Otherwise I stand to lose much more than just my sanity.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy and I will have the life, love, and relationship I desire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-8579916792591963461?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/rjln9uFQsLI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/8579916792591963461/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/falling.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/8579916792591963461?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/8579916792591963461?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/rjln9uFQsLI/falling.html" title="Falling" /><author><name>LovingRestraint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456176660267061966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/Sqr_YH4h7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/x2bQISZh4OQ/S220/me_DSC_0304_sm.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/falling.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQHRXk5fCp7ImA9Wx9VGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-1123217462972976246</id><published>2011-02-06T01:21:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:38:54.724-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-06T01:38:54.724-10:00</app:edited><title>Tonight...</title><content type="html">I met my former sub's new boyfriend tonight.  It was kinda unexpected although I did invite her to hang out with us.  We are still friends.  Deep down I feel that I'll be a better man for trying to have a friendship with her but I also know that it's tearing me apart inside.  I don't really want her and yet I get depressed whenever I see her.  I guess it's not her but what she represents.  The submissive that I long to have, the love that I am missing in my life and feel that I'll never find again, the companionship.  I am lonely and that's different from being alone.  I am not alone.  I have friends and family nearby.  I have all the things I need to be happy and yet, I am miserable without having someone to share my life with.  Someone with whom I can go for walks with, spend lazy days on the beach, or in bed.  Someone to feel connected to.  These are the things I miss and want in my life.  If I find another submissive, that would be great but I don't need it.  Nor do I need sex.  I can have an orgasm anytime I want.  What I want is to be with someone I love and who loves me.  Someone who enjoys my companionship.  When ever I see my former sub, I feel that I'm missing something and I'm afraid I'll never have it again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart and my soul yearn for companionship where there is none to be had.  Someday I hope that I can look back at this part of my life and see that I was wrong, that I had no reason to feel the way I did.  But this is how I feel and I cannot deny it or hide it.  If I did, it would be dishonest.  And if there's one thing I am is honest and unafraid to say what I really feel.  I have no fear of what anyone thinks of me or my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only ask and hope that my desires are heard and answered.  Beyond that, I have no influence on what happens next.  Perhaps tomorrow I will find what I seek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-1123217462972976246?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/EzlA2YVulrM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/1123217462972976246/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/tonight.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/1123217462972976246?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/1123217462972976246?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="please" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="submission" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dominance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pleasure" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="phrases" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pussy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cum" /><title>Phrases I love hearing...</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;How is Master today?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;does Master want His slut to suck His Cock?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you Master for using this pussy for Your pleasure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this slut is Yours to do with as You please Master.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please, please, please, may I cum Master?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And my absolute favorite…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yes Master.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-2510350423151918652?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/ZLVu5pPNnYg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/2510350423151918652/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/phrases-i-love-hearing.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/2510350423151918652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-04T09:06:00.185-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nipple" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="submission" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dominance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pleasure" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="clamps" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bondage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="question" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pain" /><title>Nipple clamps?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/TUtglh7sndI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SnbAr4wmBKE/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 243px;" 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She said that they were a little more painful to wear than the adjustable screw type clamps.   I have seen pictures of the clover clamps in use and love they way the look.  But now I wonder what the preference is?  If, of course that a sub were to be given a choice, which would be the type of preference? Clover or adjustable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-733073542852567460?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/0cY8A-3XhPc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/733073542852567460/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/nipple-clamps.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/733073542852567460?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/733073542852567460?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/0cY8A-3XhPc/nipple-clamps.html" title="Nipple clamps?" /><author><name>LovingRestraint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456176660267061966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/Sqr_YH4h7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/x2bQISZh4OQ/S220/me_DSC_0304_sm.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/TUtglh7sndI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SnbAr4wmBKE/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/nipple-clamps.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08GSX49eSp7ImA9Wx9VF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-8142164639808650719</id><published>2011-02-03T14:21:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:37:08.061-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-03T14:37:08.061-10:00</app:edited><title>Mantra</title><content type="html">"You don't have to be happy unless you want to be happy"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my mantra right now.  I am trying a technique in which I'm changing my self-talk so that I can change my attitude and feelings about myself and my life.  I don't much like the way I've been the past year or so and realize that I need to be happy, healthy, confident, and dominant.  But my problems are that I don't quite know how to do that.... well until now that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been so consumed about "trying to be happy" that I am not happy because I see all that I don't like about my life and wish I could change, yet can't.  This I know is due to limiting belief. The idea that simply because I said "I cant", I won't.  But by saying that I "can" do something, that changes things dramatically.  However I also recognize that there is a great deal of outside pressure (mainly my family) to be happy and be in a relationship.  This is absurd to me that these people are putting so much pressure on me.   And I don't really understand why it affects them at all.  But none-the-less, they are exerting pressure and I need to counteract it since I don't think they'll stop now if they haven't stop in the past 10 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the above mantra is about me giving myself permission to not be happy if I don't want to be.  To only be happy when I want it.  I've been saying this to myself at least 5-7 times a day for the past 3 days now and it's had an interesting effect.  Because there is no pressure for me to be happy now, I find that I am happy for me and not for others.  for the past three days I have been perfectly happy with my life and who I am.  strange that this one sentence would create this but it has.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I shall continue along these lines with a new mantra for next week and see what effect it has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-8142164639808650719?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/KsiQKcCXhpg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/8142164639808650719/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/mantra.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/8142164639808650719?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/8142164639808650719?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/KsiQKcCXhpg/mantra.html" title="Mantra" /><author><name>LovingRestraint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456176660267061966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/Sqr_YH4h7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/x2bQISZh4OQ/S220/me_DSC_0304_sm.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/02/mantra.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEMQX4_eyp7ImA9Wx9VFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-757989493705454240</id><published>2011-01-30T14:22:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:28:00.043-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-30T14:28:00.043-10:00</app:edited><title>In response...</title><content type="html">To my last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading &lt;a href="http://adominantcharacter.blogspot.com/2011/01/reciprocation-in-world-of-ds.html"&gt;this article on reciprocation in D/s relationships&lt;/a&gt;, it danwed on me that a lot of my being depressed comes from an uneven balance of give and take in all of my relationships at the moment. I have very close friends, who at the moment, I contact daily.  But I do all the work to contact them.  Recently I have stopped contacting them and realize that only one person out of the 5 I talk to regularly will contact me but it might be 5 days or more before she does.   I now realize that this is not a good situation and I have no clue how to deal with this.   Do I throw away the friendship? or do I continue to reach out without getting what I want in return?  Seems pretty crazy to me to keep reaching out when there is no return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-757989493705454240?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/WmeESYJjJtQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/757989493705454240/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-response.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/757989493705454240?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/757989493705454240?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/WmeESYJjJtQ/in-response.html" title="In response..." /><author><name>LovingRestraint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456176660267061966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/Sqr_YH4h7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/x2bQISZh4OQ/S220/me_DSC_0304_sm.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-response.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YBQ38_cSp7ImA9Wx9VFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-1401679288899820697</id><published>2011-01-30T13:07:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:12:32.149-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-30T13:12:32.149-10:00</app:edited><title>An accurate description</title><content type="html">I was talking to friend today about heartbreak and loss.  She said that she felt like an ornately decorated crystal cup.  Now there's a few scratches, a few chips and dings, and in some places the scuff marks are large and others are small.  But the glass is still able to hold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was a pretty good way to describe how I feel about myself at the moment.  Except I feel broken.  Unable to hold water.  And I'm not so sure that I will be able to again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-1401679288899820697?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/75pJ4NkckA8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/1401679288899820697/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/01/accurate-description.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/1401679288899820697?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/1401679288899820697?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/75pJ4NkckA8/accurate-description.html" title="An accurate description" /><author><name>LovingRestraint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456176660267061966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/Sqr_YH4h7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/x2bQISZh4OQ/S220/me_DSC_0304_sm.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/01/accurate-description.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEEQH44cCp7ImA9Wx9VE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-4085624679565734367</id><published>2011-01-29T09:00:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T09:00:01.038-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-29T09:00:01.038-10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="master" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="submission" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dominance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantasy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kneel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="massage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream" /><title>A dream I had the other night...</title><content type="html">I'm walk into the door after a tough day at work.  I am beat.  I walk into my house, close the door behind me.  And no sooner have I done so than I see my sub running into the foyer.  She kneels as soon as she sees me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"How was your day Master?" she says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Long."  I reply.  I walk over to her and place my hand on her head.  I tell her to stand and I kiss her as if it's all I've thought about all day.  After a minute, our lips part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Does Master want a massage?" she whispers barely loud enough for me to hear her.  I can tell she's turned on now but I don't let her know that I noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"That would be fantastic My pet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I walk into the living room and stop just short of the couch.  My sub walks behind me and then without telling her, she helps me remove my clothing.  When I am fully naked, She takes my clothes away and I sit.  she returns after a few seconds and begins to rub the base of my neck and starts getting into the top of my back.  Her hands working circles into my muscles.  She is gentle and I know this will not do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Harder"  I commanded.  immediately she dug deeper into the lump of a knot at the top of my back.  "Good girl"  I tell her feeling much better....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's where I woke up!  Grrr!  I tried to go back to sleep for a few minutes but the dream I had next was about me buying a new alarm clock because my old one broke.  When I awoke next, the old alarm clock was fine and it was going off again.  It was twenty minutes later and now I really needed to wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-4085624679565734367?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/VDLSg7I_4E8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/4085624679565734367/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/01/dream-i-had-other-night.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/4085624679565734367?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/4085624679565734367?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/VDLSg7I_4E8/dream-i-had-other-night.html" title="A dream I had the other night..." /><author><name>LovingRestraint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456176660267061966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/Sqr_YH4h7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/x2bQISZh4OQ/S220/me_DSC_0304_sm.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/01/dream-i-had-other-night.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUGQXc8eSp7ImA9Wx9VEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990907944101712608.post-4780524684609118152</id><published>2011-01-28T12:58:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T13:10:20.971-10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-28T13:10:20.971-10:00</app:edited><title>New Ideas</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jasontagphoto.com/blogger/naked_restraint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.jasontagphoto.com/blogger/naked_restraint.jpg" border="0" alt="Naked Restraint ©2010 JasonTagPhoto.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something I may not have mentioned on this blog before is that I'm a photographer who primarily shoots nude art.  The above image is one of mine.  Over the past few months I've become kinda tired of shooting just nudes.  There's something else I want to explore now but until today I didn't really know what shape the new idea would take.  Well after a conversation with someone today, I have figured out what it is I should do.  D/s art!  The idea is to incorporate submissive themes and concepts into nude art.  Perhaps there's a certain amount of bondage that can be added as well.  But I think it might be interesting to explore submission this way.  I guess we'll see what happens... thanks B!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990907944101712608-4780524684609118152?l=lovingrestraint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~4/BGUdjOWgwUU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/feeds/4780524684609118152/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-ideas.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/4780524684609118152?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/990907944101712608/posts/default/4780524684609118152?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingRestraint/~3/BGUdjOWgwUU/new-ideas.html" title="New Ideas" /><author><name>LovingRestraint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456176660267061966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjOmKzJ_lJY/Sqr_YH4h7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/x2bQISZh4OQ/S220/me_DSC_0304_sm.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingrestraint.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-ideas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

