#soft focus
After the rain
In my garden
Having a camera can make you notice things that often would go unnoticed (I know, I often say this). Then looking at your photographs you realize you have a tendency to photograph a certain colour and a certain subject. Nature has always fascinated me and blue flowers attracted me the most. I’m not quite sure why, but when I go out as soon as I see a blue flower I feel the urge to photograph it.…
Photo 2 project focusing on framing with my own experimentation of DIY lens filters!
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Pride was something she’d learned was a luxury. Something that he could manipulate as his leisure, and give and take away with a few well chosen words. It was something she didn’t have a right to, and he wasn’t about to indulge. Not that he ever really indulged her. Well, not that she’d ever admit to, anyway.
The frills were part of that. The pink, the socks, the lace. It was all carefully chosen to strip away little parts of her pride, pull it down so that he could leave her without her sophisticated confidence, or her elegant taste. Taking away choice was one thing, but this was something entirely other.
It was the antithesis to what she normally wore. She knew that was the point, but that didn’t make it any less sharp, or effective. The clothes felt as though they were scratching, even though there wasn’t a rough surface among them. It was all softness, and that was what scratched, and irritated at her. She wanted hard lines, bold colours and style. No matter how cute and adorable he dressed her up, style was something that was conspicuously absent.
He’d let her have her clothes back, eventually, once she’d learned that pride is earned, and earned specifically with him. With him, everything was reset to zero and built from there.
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So much about sex takes the edge off things, and leaves you in a muggy haze of a distracted mind and a distracted body. Little things set you off, force you to linger on the things that you don’t really have the time to spend an hour lingering on. Everything has a layer of meaning hanging off it like forgotten dust, just waiting for you to come along and wipe a finger across, gathering it up and leaving clean in your wake.
It’s evocation, the triggers that your mind sets up as traps for you to fall into. Just as the photo manages to convey in an image an emotion with soft focus and the right kind of exposure, your mind frames the world in a similar way, highlights raising up off the world like they’re embossed, suddenly given new depth by thoughts you never knew you were having.
I am enamoured with the mind, but I’m especially interested in the ways it changes how we perceive, and how those changes manifest. I’m most interested in how I can bring about those changes, how I can condition your mind so that you see the world in a slightly shifted perspective, one a little closer to where I’m coming from, so that the thoughts that occur to you are ones that I implanted there, that I’ve coerced out of your mind.
I think you have to be a bit of a psychology enthusiast to be a Dominant. You have to have a little bit of Freud in you, to pick up on all the little social ticks that you can extrapolate into a wider consciousness. You don’t have to be right, you just have to be convincing.
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The more perfect, delicate, soft and beautiful you look, the stronger the urge I have to devastate you fundamentally. To break you down, turn you from perfect into imperfect, delicate to broken, soft to abused, and beautiful to… well, you’ll still be beautiful. But you’ll be my beautiful.
It’s because you seem so unmarked. Untouched by the world around you, as ephemeral as a cloud, something that is seen, that exists, but is utterly unreachable, unknowable. It’s just a feature that passes through, that you can never truly effect.
Except, well, I can. And because I can, I will, because I can’t stand to see you so unmarked, because I have to leave my own mark, something that leaves you resolutely different. Something other than before. Changed, irreparably.
I don’t want to break you, not really. I just can’t stand to see you quite like that. Not without knowing that, on the inside, you’re so very mine. Marked, and mine.
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She makes things softer, the focus shift so that you get the important parts, rather than focus too much on the details.
You don’t need the picture to be perfect all the time. You can smooth over some of the details, shift the focus until only the good bits remain.
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Submission depends on the individual’s ability to align her will with that of the dominant and to use her intelligence to fulfill his wishes gracefully and efficiently. ~ Christina Abernathy
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