For My Leigh

This marks the 200th post on The Dom Next Door™.

I have been thinking all week as to what I wanted to do with this. And aside from thanking all the Peekers™ for the love you have shown Leigh and I, and if its alright with everyone… I think I’ll ask my doll to dance.

This is us.

– Scot

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Soundtrack To The Looking Glass

On Monday’s coffee infused ramblings I made allusion to the fact that, over the weekend, magic happened within the candlelit confines of our bedroom.

One of the most amazing experiences of my sexual life transpired.

Tomorrow I will write the opening Act to it entitled The Looking Glass. Read into that what you will.

Anyway, as part of this slightly atypical scene I asked Leigh if she would like some music, an offer that was eagerly accepted. In that we still do not have a playlist  we both agree with, I’ll often cue up Pandora’s Ambient feed. Aside from the possibility of the occasional sounds of bird chirping and surf breaking on the shore (which apparently is a Pavlovian sound to Leigh’s lentil sized bladder) the music very often fits both our tastes.

At the height of the aftermath of the scene, right as we finished (do the math) a particularly haunting song played mournfully in the background. It fit perfectly to what had just transpired over the course of the evening.

So as I attended to a completely exhausted and spent Leigh (meaning I fetched the sex towels) I glanced at the screen to see what song had just serenaded us with soulful, beautifully seductive sounds that dovetailed so lovely with our lust filled activities.

And I about fell over from shock.

“You are not going to fucking believe the name of this song and the album it’s from!” I exclaimed to Leigh.

Can you believe that? Seriously?

So I share this with all of you this evening in that, for the first time in the blog’s short history, there will be a soundtrack to a story. As you read each Act of The Looking Glass I’ll ask that you play this so you too can share what we did.

Until tomorrow.

– Scot

Scenesounds

One thing I would love to introduce to our D/s dynamic is music. For the most part we always scene in silence, the only sounds being ours. Not that the symphony of guttural moans, shrill screams, flesh being abused and frantic begging aren’t music to my ears, but it would be lovely to have some carefully chosen audio in the background to heighten the emotions even more. I think of it as spices added to a recipe that has been slowly simmering in its own juices, just enough to add to what is naturally delicious without getting in the way or, ironically, dominating it.

To this end Leigh and I, apparently, have different ideas as to what we would like to hear, or perhaps already do in our selves when we are together. My thoughts, feelings and emotions differ from hers, which is to be expected given the unique relationship that is D/s, especially when in the midst of adding a pinch (heh) of BDSM. So we, from time to time, explore genres, themes, artists, etc. hoping to find common ground for us to stand on together.

I’m sure you’re wondering why I, as the Dominant, don’t just play what the fuck I want to. As I have said before to this narrow minded, back ass mindset:

Fuck. You.

We are equal partners in this. Each brings a unique and proportional skill set to the dynamic. Black is not black without white to make it so. To view it as one simply imposing their will over another is foolhardy and immature. Keep in mind that unless one submits another cannot Dominate. Its 50/50. It’s a power exchange, not a power theft. There can be no surrender unless there is One to conquer.

But I digress…

To date we have only found one piece of music that both of us, upon hearing it, had that “Oh fuck yes” reaction. Leigh would be delicious being held to the flames to this, while I can totally see myself stoking that fire to this as well. You may not agree or like it, which is totally fine with me.

A reminder that we have NOT scened to this. Yet. So please don’t let this cloud your beautiful imaginations when you read my humble efforts.

Perhaps someday there will be a story with an actual soundtrack. We’ll see.

– Scot

Others Agree Subspace Feels Like That

It appears the Fates chose Leigh to spread the word about the Emma Rossum song Stay via our post What Subspace Feels Like.

Not only have the Comments to what was the fruit of a completely random chain of events been incredibly touching, but The Benjamin Gregory Daily ePub picked up the post and made it a Feature in their latest issue.

It’s just nice to know that it’s not just us who feel this way, and also selfishly that my doll is such a conduit for good. That she knows.

Thanks Benjamin for the vote of confidence.

– Scot

 

What Subspace Feels Like

Leigh and I, relaxing with coffee, talking about the day that was…and the night that will be.

On a lark she asks me to play something from The Phantom Of The Opera.

“No, not that one, the new one” she says after a few failed attempts on my part  to find the version she is hearing in her head.

Some quick Googling and soon Emmy Rossum is singing along side Gerard Butler. Damn, this guy did 300 and now is the Phantom? Talk about a lady killer.

Another lark, some perusing of other songs by Rossum, another song of hers, chosen completely by chance.

And Leigh freezes, mesmerized.

“That’s it! Listen to the lyrics. That’s what it feels like!” she exclaims.

So we listen together to, out of the millions of songs on YouTube, this particular one for no other reason than an amazing twist of the Fates led us to it.

“That’s what it feels like it,” she says again, “that’s subspace.”

She’s right.

– Scot

My Dearest Leigh

My Dearest Leigh,

They say that a picture speaks a thousand words. Consider this your War & Peace, or more appropriately the prophecy of your week to come.

16 Shades Of Black & Blue (full screen strongly encouraged)

And I mean fucking come.

With all my heart, soul, respect, passion and love, your Sir

Scot

PS – Get used to hearing this song. By the time I’m done with you, it alone will make your cunt drip and ache.