My Gentle Master

Here is my oath to You.

I shall always be faithful, never to stray.
I shall aways be trustworthy and honest.
I shall always be patient.
I shall always be able to communicate my feelings
with you.
I shall always learn from my mistakes with you.
I shall always need you to continue to grow on
all levels.
I shall always continue to feel safe.
I shall always continue to need your approval.
I shall always need your love and protection.
I shall always need you to stand by my side.


I shall always continue to love, honor and obey you.
I shall always be proud to be in your ownership.

This is my creed to You Sir.

Your loving pet, slave and sub

He is called Daddy and she loves sitting on his lap. She is his little girl and she loves the fact that her daddy will take care of her and will make sure that she stays a good little girl. She is not under 16, 17, or even 18. She is a fully-grown woman, consenting to a dynamic where her dominant takes the position of a father figure with some additional benefits. They are not really father and daughter either, so there is no incest. They are not breaking the law. They are simply living their truth. She can continue to be her little girl. She can run around like a teenager and be irresponsible sometimes. She knows she will be punished, but she knows that her daddy will not hold it against her either.

The daddy figure commands and earns the respect of his little girl and they have a dominant/ submissive type arrangement too. These are not typical sadists or masochists. There will be a fair amount of spanking, paddling or flogging, but you would not find a lot of hard-core pain play in this group. There will be a bigger focus on sexual intimacy though and terms for this are different from the rest of the BDSM world. The genitalia will be named as if this really were a little girl and her daddy will call her all the other names that other dominants use for their submissives.

Although the average age of age players would be 10 to 14 in their "role", there are also prepubescent girls and "babies" in these relationships. A daddy might want a "baby" and his little girl (of 20 and upwards) would be the baby for him. She would wear diapers and be fed like a baby would be. It is a different type of fetish, as not all people would really get this type of play. There are those in the lifestyle who confuse this type of relationship with the things mentioned earlier in the article as well. It has been proven over and over again that this little understood dynamic is actually a way of nurturance and accepting love and care from another who is dominant and has everything daddy never did, even if there always was a daddy fantasy.

These submissives are often the little princesses too, the ones who get to be Hannah Montana for the rest of their lives and who get the adult privileges of being sexually active with someone who loves them, fulfills their need to be controlled and all their other fetishes. They are the ones that are cherished beyond compare and that could get away with that cute little smile. Their submission is a gift to those daddy doms lucky enough to have found their girls. This is not like the harsher master and slave dynamic where the slave could never try to force the fact that their being there is a gift.

It is a beautiful thing to behold though as little girls are often dressed as little girls. I have seen little Alice in Wonderland, bows, lace and frilly pink dresses. I have seen cute cotton underwear and women free enough and confident enough to just be that perpetual girl. It is a delight to see them kneel when they have misbehaved and to see the genuine concern when their daddy is upset. Little girls often get to sit in a corner and think about what they did wrong before daddy spanks them. There is a lot of guidance from the daddy doms for their little girls and one gets the feeling that this is perhaps the category of dominant that could be classified as the gentlest dom around. Daddies are often a wellspring of information for their little girls and would give information and training on other things such as career advice or money matters as well. Lessons learned are also reinforced with rewards the next time the little girl succeeds in handling a difficult situation at work or at home. It is all about teaching the so-called little girl about life and how to live it responsibly while allowing her to feel safe in little girl space when she needs it.

It may not be your thing and it might be difficult to understand that anyone could envision sleeping with "daddy", but it also leads to a healthy outlet for people who do have fantasies about this. Daddy is not daddy then and the little girl is not the teen next door. It all seems a lot more acceptable then as two consenting adults agree to play out their fantasy with each other.

 What Is A Little?

The eraser erased my bad habits

while the pencil drew in new ones.

The glue stick glued on a whole new face as the scissors cut away my background and past.

The ball point pen then made the changes permanent while the colored pencils shaded in my body. The calculator changed my way of thinking as the sharpener grazed over my rough edges.

Finally, the ruler...

I had to measure up to your standards

Now me and you

We walk, talk and think the same.

Two moving as one

I don't even know who I've become.

What I was bevore

You've changed 'me more than you'll ever know.

People are liek stained-glass windows. 

They sparkle and shine when the sun is out

but when the darkness sets in

their true beauty is revealed only if there 

is a light from within

Any "Great Master" Cherishes his submissive.

 He must, for if he is indeed "Great" he must make her feel safe, secure and honored. He does this in the knowledge tha the gift she gives him is the greates of all, for this gift is "herself." He may be exacting at times and may take full advantage of the power given to him, but he knows he must share the pleasure and show the respect that comes from that precious gift.

He governs himself first and foremost, so that he may guide his sub to new areas of arousal and pleasure. As a steadfast Dom, he can cause his sub to shed real tears. NEVER from pain but wanting to please him because she is always pleased and taken care of by Him FIRST!!

As the consummate lover and yes a romantic he will then kiss the tears away, without ever stepping out of character. His goal is never to hurt but to be able to control their emotional situations. NEVER revealing the path to be taken but always pleasantly surprising her with the emotional destination.

In times of trouble, a dominant will leave the roles behind, to be a supportive friend and partner, NEVER forgetting that this is still a loving relationship between two caring individuals. He is quick to understand the differences between fantasy and reality. He would NEVER ask a submissive to put him before her career, or family, just to satisfy his own pleasure. He is kind and wise.

To control his submissive's mind, body, and soul, he knows he must first win her trust and heart. He will show his submissive humor, kindness, loyalty and warmth. He must also show her that his guidance is tutoring is knowledgeable and deserving of her attention, that this is a man she can learn from, trust his direction and respect.

He is romantic enough to be protective and chivalrous. When called upon, he will fight for his ladies' honor. He proves to her that he is someone she can lean on, and depend on. He makes her feel safe. He is old-fashioned enough to be a bit of a chauvinist, but modern enough to respect his woman.

Quick to point out the differences between them, he alos knows there is no inferiority in those differences.

When it comes to teaching lessons of obedience, he is strong and experienced. Never talking down to her, but always being careful with not only what is said but how it is said and waht effect that will have on her. Any discipline that the Master gives his slave is always followed with love and with the knowledge that it will emotionally and physically please her.

He is a careful guide, with safety always a priority. He is a mentor who can bring her to the edges of her envelope, slow down and regain that fever pitch and gently show her the inner courage to reach new heights.

He is always open to communication and discussion, always ready to hear her wants and needs. He is patient, and takes the time to learn her limits. Communication is very important.

Compliance comes from wanting to please, not the fear of punishment. He understands the fragile nature of mind and body and never violates the trust she gives him. 

He is secure enough to laugh at himself and the absurities of life. Courages enough to accept help. Open minded enough to learn new things. Strong enough to grow.

Quietly I walk around his nakedness, eyes caught a glimpse of new bright red panties, fingertips grab and violently rip them off my hips, darting eyes look through his smuding smile, pouting lips surrender to his...

Soft kisses,

Searches for the softness of my lips,

Once found,

He kisses me directly

He kisses me with tenderness

He kisses me with fire of desire

That moved me

That grooved me

That inflame the very soul of me, naked body laid on edge of bed mattress 

Legs elevated unto broad shoulders

Harden mass rest at my desire

and slightly dip its head into my wetness

Temptation reisited to dive face first, into the warm waters between my lips.

What is the Relationship between Spirituality and Religion? Is BDSM Spiritual?

Religion and spirituality have a connection but they don't have to be connected. When you believe in a structured religion it generally means you have a spirituality about it. But when you are spiritual, that doesn't mean you are connected to religion. Does that make sense?

BDSM can be spiritual if you feel connected to it in a similar way as you would religion. The whole idea of BDSM is an overpowering idea of all things sexual, sensual and relationship related that involve our entire being, life and identity. This isn't about being kinky in the bedroom, anyone can do that. This is about living and breathing an alternative lifestyle that embraces BDSM in its care.

When you are serving, do you feel focused on the service and the power that you receive from your partner? Does it give you a floaty feeling or a sense of being that reminds you of inner peace and acceptance of your life? You could be experiencing service as spiritual.

If you wish to grow closer to your submission and bring a spirituality in your service, you can look no further than your own religious exposure, whether your own or someone else's stories.

 - Find a quote, mantra or mediation that means a lot to you and memorize it.

 - Find your inner peace.

 - Worship your owner.

 Each of these ideas can help you connect with the spirituality of your service and will provide you with a new way to be intimate with your dominate.

Don't let the idea of spirituality or religion overwhelm you.

BDSM and D/S. Some see it as the same, I see them as two different things. 

In my opinion BDSM and D/S, while they often go together, are two entirely separate things with a few similarities. This is my opinion for many reasons. Many see the D/S in BDSM as standing for Dominance and submission but I do not. BDSM - generally stands for bondage, discipline and sadomasochism. Yes, the D/S in BDSM can and sometimes does stand for dominance and submission for those who incorporate all of those things in their relationship. However, I don't think it does all of the time, there are many involved only in BDSM or D/S.

I see BDSM as being the physical aspects. Bondage, Whipping, Suspension, and things of that nature. D/S however is the emotional side. It is the act of emotionally and/or psychologically submitting or dominating someone. So, BDSM and D/S do NOT automatically go together.

Submission is emotional and psychological, while many submissives do also enjoy the physical aspects, I do not believe that the physical, act of bondage and discipline is required for submission.

BDSM is not only hardcore bondage, whippings, canings and scenes. BDSM also includes kinky couples who like some spankings and light bondage in bed. With the exceptions of those things, many of those couples are not D/S. They have no Dominance and submission in their relationship, thus the BDSM and D/S are separate.

There are also those who are pure masochists or sadists. They enjoy the purely physical act of tying up or being tied and getting beat or doing the beatings. For them, it is the physical act that draws them.

Also, there are those who are in Dominance and submission relationships that is solely based upon service and consensual slavery. There are many D/S couples out there who have no BDSM in their relationship at all. Just as not all submissives are masochists, not all dominants are sadists.

If one were to look on informational websites, in glossaries and encyclopedias and such, the definitions and descriptions given of BDSM and D/S also show this difference. Wikipedia specifically states that physical contact is not a necessity and it can be conducted anonymously over the phone, email or instant messenging system and I'd like to add networking sites. In other cases it can be intensely physical... As Wikipedia states, BDSM and D/S can be both separate and conjoined.

Also, the glossary at domsub info defines the two as separate items which can be separate or conjoined.

Just because someone goes to a dungeon to get whipped does not automatically make them a consensual slave or submissive. It simply means that they enjoy being whipped. Similarly, just because someone enjoys delivering the whipping does not automatically make them a dominant. BDSM and D/S are separate things and do not have to go together. They can be enjoyed together or separately.

* Being submissive or a masochist does not mean you have to be the other.

* Being a sadist or dominat does not mean you have to be the other.

Domination and submission is about more than sex. In its purest form it represents the natural order of a relationship between and Man and a woman and it maximizes the strength of both. The Man’s natural leadership and the woman’s natural nurturing.

It can’t be forced or play acted, it must come naturally to both participants. And when it does come naturally, when the Man is truly Dominant and the woman is truly submissive, it is the most fulfilling emotional, spiritual and sexual relationship possible for both the Man and the woman.

Knowing who is in control and accepting your natural role is both liberating and fulfilling

she danced suspended
caught in a web between
sweet pleasure and pain
a moth whirls around a flame

lithe ballerina twirls
along a razors edge
graceful are her steps
she dances without fear

wild and free she moves
arms reaching for heaven
safe in knowing no doubt
he would never let her fall

Spice Rack

I could dream
of nature’s expanse,
flower jungles
of steaming heat,
but in quiet moments
my longing for you
compresses to the
world of my spice rack.

Salt, elixir of life
makes me yearn
to drink,
quench my thirst:
I taste a tear
of joy
fallen from your eyes,
taste your salt.

Mint, spirited taste,
fragrance of delicate beauty.
With a kiss
I taste your lips,
feel your tongue on mine
with the faint
taste of
your delicate mint.

Rosemary, gentle, flowery
kisses on your neck,
soft shoulders
I taste your scent,
breathe rosemary
and gardenia
in the gentle hollows
of neck and shoulders.

Sage, musky scent
your shoulders
lead to arms
a tart smell
captures me,
exciting me
at the musky, salty
taste of your arms.

Ginger, sweet, thick
soft breasts,
nipples moist, erect
and I taste sweet
fluid kisses
of swollen nipples:
ginger sweetness
nourishes me.

Paprika, tart, tangy,
I taste the paprika plains
of your stomach
a slight upward curve,
my tongue follows you
on soft textures
the promise of fragrant ecstasies
beyond.

Cinnamon, sweet, burning,
I find the sweet
firm thighs
as you burn intensely,
and in the heat
I burn with you,
losing myself
in your taste.

Heady aroma draws me
the burning fire:
pepper, cayenne,
but liquid
fluid heat,
as your spice
flows over me
and I press deeply.

I am consumed
in your sensation,
my eyes water,
my mouth burns,
each breath tingles
through me
in the ecstatic burn
of you: “my Wasabi”.

My heart throbs in anticipation while I hold you close,
Your heart pulsates in perfect rhythm with mine,
Our two heart writing a melody.
I tenderly caress your body like a fine violin,
secure but gentle.
My fingers flow smoothly...
finding each enticing note.
My soft lips mold and form each sensual note,
as they quiver on your soft delicate body.
I feel the tiny electric shocks shoot through me,
as it carries me to ecstasy.
Your legs, so fine and trim,
curvatures so smooth and shapely.
As my fingers caress your flesh,
you softly moan...
Your soft sensuous melody penetrates my soul.
Your enchanting music drifts through the air.
The masters couldn’t transcend this masterpiece.
For no finer an instrument I’ve ever held,
My body quivers at the thought of a conclusion to this melody.
There well be no finale of this masterpiece,
for I well continue to create this aria
day by day, note by note.

Interludes of lust,
faith draining with appetites of need
and wanton behaviors run rapid.
Kisses sear our lips,
My moans swallowed by a mouth
A tongue dancing with mine,
Sheets and skin, hard and soft
Lust and recklessness,
Pain, brief, shallow
Butterflies swimming in a pool of dreams
Buried inside of my desire,
Moving with the waves crashing in the mind.
Life trailing behind creation,
Animal hunger tugging at the corner
Blowing as we soar beyond the brink.
This was vision, the night.
Want fed with need
Need sought with pain.
Creating had been painful.
But love had been lost.

How is it warmer now
Beneath these sheets
Than hours ago
With passionate heat?

Now her cheek
Seethes like a furnace
My finger tips burn
To wake her in earnest,

But can't, or shan't
Won't do it just now.
After pleasure comes liesure,
Relaxing arched brows.

In this bed where we slept
She clenched sheets in fists,
Long bodies mixed. Sex fixed
The petty breaches we made.

Sweat pooled at the base of her back,
her head tilted, lips parted
We rocked each other
With mounting moans, precious groans
Whispered names
and fantasy wishes.
Massaging whole bodies
Human lengths intertwined.

Her hair in my hands,
Pulled taught
arched
strained
winced eyes blurring pleasure and pain.
Legs spread, grinding cries.
Pulsing, pumping
Shuddering breathless thanks,
Minds lost in that land of elegant blanks.

And now, how that clock
Has devoured those moments.
Vague airy remenants
Stolen into cool morning spaces
Through succubus vents.

I marvel to see her.
After it all, her rouged cheeks look innocent.

Getting up, carefully parting the sheets.
Briefly uncover a naked breast,
tawny thigh,
those hips that pressed back against mine...

Make breakfast, hash browns,
Golden brown, cook without making a sound,
Get back before she awakes ...
Too late.

Big blue eyes, open again,
She looks for something quietly,
It was so wonderfully there when we went to sleep.
What is gone tonight we'll rebuild.
recreated
On the empty outer canvas
Of rippling white sheets.

When, will I feel Lust?

When will you...over take my senses?

Put me into your pheromone trance

When will you... overwhelm my vision?

Sweat, Sheen, on Skin,

Slightly Salty Essence

When will you... overpower me with touch?

Warm, Wet, Embrace Me,

And cascade into a Rhythmic Beat,

When will you.... overcome my Inhibitions?

Soaring, Surging, and Blissfully Gathering into the Climax?

When will you... Overrun my Mental?

Perspiring, Light up my night,

and Bask in the glow After...

In a heartbeat we skip a lifetime
Of knowing each other,
Moving straight to eternity.

A frozen moment when the world slows
And our centres turn to liquid,
Then coalesce in fire.

Eyes locked in surprised unity
At this shaking flame;
The climax of our desire.

Angel in the day
until the darkness fills the light
cynders burning passion
when all eyes are out of sight
blinded by the madness
flesh becomes a rage
flaming in desire
an animal .. uncaged
shadows dance along the walls
building passion deep within
fingertips engraving promise
lust and love and sin
madness fills the sky
the stars fall one by one
wicked is the rapture
when the moon has
swallowed sun

spin into the web
passion burns desire
magic fills the moon
oceans bleed with fire
red horizon spawn
fulfilled of fantasy and lust
sins of flesh exhausting
when the moon has turned to dust

Your eyes are open, the touch of breath.
Lips closed, little puffs of air from my nose.
You get closer, pull my face to yours.
I am fine willow, I bend closer to your shore.
Pray me confess I want you, sway me more.
Breath like butterfly wings, on your face.
Can we hide from each other in this place.
Closer to desire the kiss makes fire,
bodies take over to conspire.
Stronger now forcing the connection,
Barely new but such sweet affection.
Pressed pink lips held and then brushed,
arms tighten sweet bosom crushed.
By sucking the sweet littlest salt,
and the bliss of kiss, who holds the fault?
Tongues find refuge and tasting and pressure,
How deep and abiding this wanton spring pleasure.
Curling lips and suckling so sweet,
Fed by the kiss, that creates such heat.
Hearts in ears, hearts like drums,
Can you hear the sound of love it comes.
This birth of sensation, this virgin desire,
like coming home dancing in the warmth of the home fire.

She comes to me,
like the morning rain...

A gentle drizzle,
slowly caressing my face,
tickling my neck.

A cool shower,
sending chills down my back,
as finger like droplets,
cascade upon my chest.

A steady rain,
flowing down my stomach,
spreading around my hips,
reaching my thighs.

A drenching tempest,
surrounding my desire,
overwhelming my consciousness,
absorbing my essence.

The final lull,
teasingly withdrawing,
returning my senses,
promises of another encounter.

...She came to me,
like the morning rain.

FYI to newbies: Just because you are male, does not mean you have to be dominant. Just because you are female does not mean you are submissive. It's ok to totally a combination of both or none. Be honest. Do you really understand D/s relationships. Do you really want that responsibility. Or do you just want some kinky bedroom fun. It's ok. If you only want to find the "dirty little slut girl/boy" that's ready, willing and able to all the fun perverse sexual fantasies you have.... Say that. Don't dance around the truth about what you really want.

a forbidden moment moment, you would say?
a warm night when, with all the signs of routine
you had a compulsion, so did I
I long for you, the touch the scent
the thoughts of your lips seeping beyond opening
the moistness you bear
We meet with the declaration of a quick chat
we meet with the intent of gratifying our physical fantasies
a few words and it cannot be hidden
my hands wander to you, your lips lean to me
we find ourselves thrusting, perspiring and pulsating
with each loving thust you percolate onto me, and I into you
with each thrust I am fulfilled and fortified
we withdraw and return to where you must be
but our thoughts remain in that quiet secluded place
where we declared we would chat.
We awaken in the moon light
our embrace is a prelude to intimacy
as I caress your figure I touch your thighs
I kiss you from the top, your nipples solid, your opening is beyond moist
our bodies touch as we have one heartbeat
suddenly, I rise, insert and plunge
we both moan in ecstasy, timelessly blissfully
as our passion grows, the physical assertions are dominant
you knees rise, your opening deepens, my thrust strenghtens
our moans elevate into howls, our gaze is affixed
I see only life in your eyes, beautiful life with you
as your voice is shrill I sense your squirt upon my groin
I have no control as I arise into ecstacy
then we sink into bliss

A taste of you is the reaffirmation of our being
our life together is a masterpiece I paint daily
each layer of paint it applied only after I consider the tone,effect
this morning you are sleeping, I am gently stroking the hair of your opening
you smile, slowly awakening to the pleasure you feel
I taste gently, your smile is overtaken by intensity
your bulb slowly grows, throbs and widens with each tast I take
soon I am thuroughly liking your bulb with intensity as well
my face, neck and chin all smell of the dew you release onto me
I look upon you, but you are not with me, you are far off in a exotic place
I mount you agreesively and take you furher away,
your low screams tell me I am there, with you, in ecstacy.

Empty
Dark
Silent
Questions rising like eyebrows
Where did...?
How come...?
Shrug
Park car and go inside
Keys jingle in bowl
Coat makes soft thump
as it falls from wall hook
Sigh
Bend to get it
What was...?
Warm body behind me
Soft purring in ear
"Welcome home"

Smile
Turn
Embrace
Mouth opening to share hellos
Tongues dancing
Hands roaming
Bodies swaying and moving closer
Fondling
Groping
"Mmm...no panties?"
"Surprise, happy birthday."

Chuckle
Turn
Bend
Fingers undoing belt and exploring wetness
"Oooh...."
"I'll give you oooh..."
Shifting slightly
Pants falling away
Tip against entrance
Pushing
Pulling
Shoving
"Mmm...nice present."

Soft Butterfly Flicks that I give you
coaxing your pleasure from under its hood
Soft up and slowly down
encouraging you to tell me whats good

Soft Butterfly Flicks I offer
knowing the swollen wetness becoming your tremor
Soft around both stabbing and tickling
and writhing and moaning we both will remember

Soft Butterfly flicks almost silent
asking your lips if their wanting me more
Soft and surreal, the moment of happening
in sensual kiss shared truths revealed to the core


Soft butterfly flicks now faster
your hand in my hair the most loving sensation
Soft lips form an O and encircle and suck you
One tongue and now softly two fingers ...elation

Soft Butterfly Flicks begging quivering eruption
your hips push your mound into passion sustaining
Soft permission to die for a moment
your soul into mine as your tender warmths raining

Soft Butterfly Flicks to your neck in consoling
our hearts reassured, sincere cherished embrace
Soft throbbing abating, still yearning
Complete adoration, spent bodies in grace

Flickering candles
Unbutton blouse
Midnight releases
Pleasures arouse

Soft naked flames
Rose nipple tips
A circling tongue
On parted soft lips

Bodies intertwine
Intimacy glowing
Passions intensify
Of juices flowing

Pleasures to reap
Tastebuds mingle
Dripping desires
Vibrations tingle

Pulsating desires
Sensations flow
Coming together
Climax crescendo

We kiss in the candle light, tongues flickering like flame
We touch in the dark, hands roaming blind
we see nothing but pain, lust and love
while our bodies rub and melt in our passion.

Heaving chests, gasping breaths, whispers spoken 'pon a breeze
Sweat glinting like a million stars on a black blanket night
Tattoo'd flesh shimmering under fingertips
Metal flashing like blinding light, cool to touch, to taste

Wet strands of hair in mouths do flick, the sent of sex
Hardened nipples aching for touch, for kiss
Blood and cum, mixing in, rainbow of tastes
Parting lips with fingertips, moisture like morning dew
The smell of love, strong in flaring nostrals

Moaning, gasping, swearing to God
Screaming, panting, does He answer your call?
Writhing, arching, thrusting in time
Buried flesh, pumping relentless

We cry to heaven, warning them of our arrival
Departing this place, and travelling on the dark night
Our pleasure bringing us closer to the light
With one final roar, all is ending
The world seems to close, as the seed of life comes forth

We lay, in bliss, the aftermath of ardour
The glow from us, stronger than the candles
The sweat running from our backs, wet sheets beneath
We kiss once more, for now it's over, our lips do touch
Goodnight my love, for i must be away, Hell is calling me, the start of a new day!!!

...under the starlit sky
Two naked bodies laying at the beach
Two passion victims afraid of nothing
And the waves die in our feet
Quenching some of our fire
The sand become one with us
And the salty drops touch us tenderly
Uniting with the sweat of our bodies
Being so primordial, so human
So natural, so ….us
The first light comes
And we’re still there
Totally lost, totally forgotten time
Totally full, totally pleased
This beach, this sea
The dream of passion
The place to give and get
A time to live and let
Let all your shame die alone
Embrace your instincts, love it all
In this beach, let’s melt together
Become one flesh, one mind forever

To hold you, kiss you, feel you with me,
Know the touch of your soul on mine,
Sing the song of our passion and lust,
Shout the joy of our love to the cosmos.
These are the my dreams,
In the heat of the night.

Sighs of discovery, moans of pleasure,
Hands clutching sweat slick skin,
The delicious ache of approaching release,
Fire-eyed as we watch passion grow,
These are my desires,
In the heat of the night.

Loving arms gathering trembling body,
In their warm secure circle,
Tender wordless murmurs of contentment,
Soft brushing of smiling lips - the sharing,
Of our mingled love essences.
These are my needs,
In the heat of the night.

Heart and soul securely bound
Satisfaction her desire
For in submission she has found
Release in passion's fire

The pleasure of his soft caress
Followed by the sting
Of leather laid upon her flesh
Such ecstasy it brings

Patterns drawn across her skin
An art form seldom ever shared
Etched in pain and colored in
Because her Master cared

With passion lit and burning high
Searing cross soft silken path
To trace the way a tear she cries
Afraid she's earned her Master's wrath

As molten river seeks release
And her body quakes in pleasure
She cries out, help me Master please
To give to you full measure

The taste I crave is deep inside
of your Passion Flower
I just want to lick you
hour after hour

I'll give to you all I am
With my body and my tongue
All my lickin' deep inside
Will keep you ever young

There is a way I swear
To get a taste of heaven
I will lick you anywhere
Twenty four seven

I love the way
I make you moan
It shows a lot of class
Only thing better is


When you whisper............................

"take me now!"

Eyes open, honest, true
How I want you

To sample your delicate dish,
Is my firmest wish

Imagining your salty fleshy taste,
Makes my heart skip jump and race

Body aflame craving the heat of yours,
My mind betraying my deepest flaws

Lusting for a sinful delight,
Strip you naked, memorize the sight

In my dreams this can be real,
I can worship your body with sight taste and feel

We can explore each others darkest desires
The heat of our passion igniting fires.

Sampling what each has to give,
remembering each moment as long as I live.

Our lips touch, sparks fly
Fierce passion I exhale with a sigh

Yearning for every bit of you,
Demanding you go further too

Your body presses tight into mine,
Our lips locked your scent devine

The tension in me riving me crazy,
Your intoxicating caressMy thoughts are hazy

My body quivering with need and lust,
All hope of controll turns to dust

All of me tense as steel,
Your body the opposite feel

Every part of you so soft so yielding
My constraints buckled my mind I am wielding

All actions and deeds now bent to please you
Confindent and strong I know what to do

I awaken from my dream state unsatisfied,
For the briefest of moments I cling to the lies

With a rueful sigh and a shake of my head,
I pack up I move on those thoughts never dead

Forever dreams, dreams they shall stay,
I will torture myself with them another day

I want to know what you’re wearing, how it feels and clings to your skin.
I want to know how you’re feeling.
I want to know your excitement, your smells and the tremors in the beat of your heart.
I want to take your hand and walk you outside.

I want to hold your hand and walk through the rain.
To stand soaked to the skin surrounded by trees.
To lean your back against the rough bark and kiss your neck.
I want to feel the rain in my hair and your fingers on my skin.
I want to lick the rivulets of water from your ear.

I want to pull you down onto the grass.
I want to peel the wet clothing from you, to run my fingers over the goose bumps the cold dampness leaves on your skin.
I want to have slow teasing sex.
I want to feel your nails on my back, your teeth on my neck and the cold wash of rain against me.

I want to smooth your plastered hair from your head while I lift you up and enter into you.
I want to make steam come from our bodies as I stand with you wrapped around me.
I want us to climax faces lifted to the sky, rain washing over us.

I want to take you to the ocean.
I want to stand atop the bluff looking out.
I want to lean you over the railing and slowly take you from behind, us both leaning into the whipping rain and ocean spray.
I want the wind to blow your hair back at me while I hold your hips.
I want to feel the cold rain against the skin of your breasts as I ride you against the storm.

I want to feel your lips around my shaft as I slip my fingers inside you.
I want our heated attention of each other to steam and fog up the windows of the car.
I want you to ride my hand while you lick, suck and attend to me.
I want to close my eyes and feel you around my hardness, your wetness around me and the rain around us both, thrumming its obscuring curtain.
I want to stroke your hair and taste myself on your lips.

I want to dry you down with a towel in front of a roaring log fire.
I want to massage your smooth skin to the sounds of the howling wind and driving rain outside.
I want to kiss your thighs and make you arch your back in anticipation.
I want to lick the crease of your thighs, I want to slip my tongue into your folds, and I want to devour you.
I want to feel the heat of the fire on prickling my back with your thighs around me, your hands tangled in my hair.
I want to hear your moan as you shudder against my face.

I want to wrap myself around your body naked before the flames.
I want to sleep encompassing you.
I want to become your skin, to be in constant contact while you wake and sleep.
I want to feel you moving against and under me always in the rain.

As the fire slowly dies
Our passion gradually grows

Darkness closes in
The night wild and alive

Finally the embers cool
As our desires flare

Wind through the trees
An embrace against the chill

Sounds of the night
Overidden by a pounding heart

The rising full moon
Illuminates a tender kiss

A howl in the distance
Rivals a moan of passion

A sprinkle of rain
Freshens your wetness

Tree branches brush together
Hands exploring flesh

Cool grass, hard ground
Hot skin, hard bodies

Clouds part, stars shine
You open yourself to me

A single lighting bolt
Initial surprise and discomfort

A gentle roll of thunder
The slow push into your depths

Bodies grow accustomed to each other
The calm before the storm

The first gentle raindrops
A few tentative movements

Gradually the rain begins to pour
Our bodies lost in each other

The intensity of our pleasure
Matches the pounding rain

The storm crashes around us
As we crash into each other

The rings with our cries
As we climax together

The sun rises over a damp mess
I awake in dew, happy and cleansed

The storm of our lovemaking
Still fresh in my mind

Your naked body beside me
A rainbow overhead

Rain falls down on lulled city streets
Cascading from the rooftops, dripping like tears
Pouring rain, flowing like rivers into the grates
Mirror sidewalks interrupted by hurrying feet
Nary a car, few a soul out tonight
Just businessmen rushing home, running, panting
Wives at home, watching, waiting
Everyone scurrying like mice and rats
Everyone running somewhere, to some place
Black and white motion picture
In chilled night air, rain falling, people rushing
Save for two lovers lost in moments
Moments of romance in the rain
Hand in hand walking
Arm in arm dancing
The world rushes around them
But time is frozen
Stop at a street corner, join in a kiss
Many minutes of silence
Save for rain, pouring, flowing
Lights seen in rays cloaking them, soaking them
Breath in crystals, heavy from passion
Tight embrace, warmth in the night
The moon’s reflection on the street
Endless street, vanishing but ongoing
Lights extinguish, darker now, save for the streetlights
Hair wet with rain in strings from her face
Long hair, dark, beautiful
Fingers through it, combing, smoothing
Soaked to the skin, each curve visible
Caress the body, feel the soul
Now they run
Jump in puddles
To where they are going
Not a soul knows
Somewhere to make love in the rain
Under the night sky, as it pours so beautifully
Lost in moments, lost in time, lost
Taking time to loose themselves
Nothing could be better

As I sit here staring out the window
The rain is falling
I can hear the sound of it increasing its strength
Just as though certain death is upon us
It lets up to a slight drizzle
Perfect for a stroll in the rain
Oh how the rain reminds me of you
The Rain is never gloomy nor despairing
Though many do not like the rain for it causes much sadness
I can only see rain as a perfect way for the world to remind me
Remind me that you are there just like the rain
Many do not like you but just as many find you extraordinary
Your actions change as does the rain
The gentle rain comes to pass now it seems
Like your eyes gently looking over my body
Soaking up everything I have to offer and quenching my undesirable thirst
You use me how you so please with your winds changing and turbulence aloft
But I know that it will all come to pass and again there will be
That gentle rain that is the end of a fierce love between Body and mind
As I see the rain subside I feel like I want to be part of it
Just as I want it to be part of me
I stand there in the wide vast of the world with the rain showering ever so gently
Like you running your hands down my body softly, causing every nerve in my body to tingle
I turn my head higher, letting the rain wash over my forehead and eyes, onto my nose and cheeks
Finally on my lips
Those gentle rain drops caress my lips as though being kissed by you
Lowering my head I open my eyes to see you standing in front of me
Looking into my eyes and telling me it is okay to have the rain remind me of you

Caught, like spiderwebs of caramel,
across my skin the light is painted gold.
The images I have are just not leaving,
of tangled sheets, and sweat, and skin;
of you.

Falling through my sleep, like broken windows,
these dreams return me wakeful to the shore,
half-drowned in salt, and wet, and wanting -
words bleeding from my poet's fingers,
to map the trails of sweat upon my traitor skin.

I miss you.

Read this on someones journal, "

Good Lord it's happening, stupid, bored housewives are already on here making idiotic "fifty shades of grey" profiles. For the love of all that is holy, WOMEN stop reading that piece of crap from some chick who wrote Twilight fan fiction."

This is so true... my friend is on here and looks at women's sites. As of yet he has not met too many because when he calls them out they run with their tail between thier legs.  After that trilogy came out, and I will admit I read it, so many women came on here and made profiles because they decided they wanted what they read in the book, but they really aren't real slaves or submissives.

There are also possers on here that have decided that they are comparative to "Mr. Grey" lol

she kneels
stretches forward
hands above head
face against carpet
eyes closed
legs parted & sex accessible

He watches in silence
takes in her beauty
His breath quickened
by her sweet surrender
His cock straining
under rush of blood

He, the maestro
draws his fingers
across her steamy need
each tender touch
felt to the core
of her enmeshed soul

she, the Stradivarius
pure perfection of karmic coupling
Loving Master & captivated slave
bound by web of love
chained by unrelenting desire
released by exquisite ecstasy

A Dom wrote this about me and I wanted to share this in my journal.

Her hair -
interwoven patterns
of softest moonglow
and warm sunlight,
mellow auburn traces
glistening with life.

Her eyes -
the gentlest I'd ever known,
crystalline hue
with opaline flecks
of gold scattered through.
Always able to see beyond
to all that is within.

Her skin -
soft, silken, living satin,
the creamiest of ivories
with a touch of blushing peach.

Her voice -
melodious toned symphonies
beyond mere mortal reach.

When still,
she stands proud...
pride without prejudice -
regal but at home
with any that surround her.
Fully comfortable -
beyond the touch
of trivializing words,
patterns, or even thought.

When moving...
each movement couples
pure heaven's grace
with a feline's fluid form.
Supple,
sweet,
smooth...
timeless.

Her touch...
changed me...
claimed me...
freed me...
made me.

Her passing...
chained me -
left me bound -
helpless and ever lost.
Now I remain...
and know -
what once was
the essence...
of a woman.

hon? she called... no answer
she peeks around the corner
into his room to see if he is there
nothing but an empty chair

she walks into the room and goes
to sit in his chair...
breathing in his scent
as she gets comfortable...

as she sits there and waits...
she wonders what to do...
starts thinking of the last time
they were in here alone... together...

she starts to unbutton her blouse
remembering how his fingers did that last time...
she licks her bottom lip as she
remembers his last intense kiss...

her hands stray to her nipples
as they harden with desire
remembering how he
suckled at them before...

her head tips back and rests
on the chair as her eyes close...
her left hand plays with a hard nipple
as her right hand lowers...

she remembers how his fingers
dipped into her wet pussy before
and her fingers mimic the action...
fingers getting so wet...

she brings one wet slippery finger
up to her mouth and sucks on it
as she remembers the taste
off his mouth the other day...

her fingers lower again and
she plays with her clit
as she thinks of the way that
his tongue drives her wild...

a moan escapes from her mouth
as her hips arch up into her hand...
one hand plays with her clit
while the hand lowers as well...

two fingers entering her own pussy...
she starts to feel the passion build
as she remembers his mouth, his fingers,everywhere...
licking... sucking... she rubs with more intent...

the smell of her passion mixing
with the scent of his aftershave on his chair...
she can feel the orgasm starting...

she moans his name as she thinks of
the last time she came in his mouth...
so intense... fingers everywhere...
her body on fire with desire for him...

as her orgasm starts to lessen
and her heart is beating faster...
she catches her breath...

she opens her eyes and looks around the room again...
she sits up slightly and adjusts her clothes...
notices a pad of paper and a pen on the table...
leaves him a note...

"Sorry to have missed you sweetheart,
but i was thinking of you..."
she draws a heart next to her name and
leaves a wet fingerprint inside the heart...

she gets up reluctantly and leaves the room...
giving one last lingering look
at his chair
as she walks out the door...

in the heat of the night
I lie awake
tossing and turning
thoughts of you running through my mind
sweat trickling down my body
my breathing heavy and labored
oh how I long to touch you
to kiss your sweet lips
caress your silky smooth body
to look into your eyes and run my fingers through your hair
our naked bodies entwined like two pieces of a puzzle
we are as one in mind, body and spirit
fulfilling each others fantasies and desires
making love non-stop
climbing peak after peak with no end in sight
just you and I lost in each other’s gaze
enjoying the time spent together
inhaling the sweet scent of your skin
taking pleasure in admiring your voluptuous nude body and beautiful, bountiful breasts
as we hold one another relaxing after a hard day’s night
until we’re ready to go again

Lying here all alone and thinking
Back to the first time I remember you
As if the world had just begun
And I was given the chance to be born anew

I feel you touch me
Even though you are not there
Heard the words you whispered to me
As I drifted off unaware

Just close your eyes
And there you will find me
A breathless sigh, a feathery touch
There in the fantasy of your dreams

Folded in your loving embrace
I feel your warming touch
I can feel the rising desire
And I want you so much

Then the light filters through
Bringing me to wakefulness
To find me alone and empty
But special none the less

So just close your eyes
And there you will find me
Like a breathless sigh, and a feathery touch
I will be the fantasy of your dreams

breathless
your scent
drifting into mine
lazy smile
knowing sigh
aching
impatient
slow squirm
never enough
always too much
breathless
when you touch
me
distant thunder
of my heart
reaching for yours
pounding symphony of
blood rushing in my ears
scent rising with
mine
sweet elixir
intoxicated
slow writhe
reaching
for You
hungry eyes
burning
never more aware
than when You
touch me
now lover mine
breathe life back into
me with Your
Kiss.

Embrace me, love,
Feel my warmth melt into yours.
All our passion and love
Burning deep into our souls.

I feel you gaze into my eyes
As your hands are touching me softly
I see forever in your eyes,
As we join to become one.

Your burning love sears me deep within,
The heat almost too much to bear.
I reciprocate the warmth you give,
Moments like this are why we live.

Our epiphany moment is drawing near,
I whisper your name softly in your ear.
The burning heat gains intensity,
Our bodies meld together in unity.

We are in unison as we feel explosions
Emanating from within,
We lie together, spent, in each others arms,
To be bonded like this for eternity.

"All I could think about after you hung up with me was your strong hands all over me and your wet mouth all over my body. I want you to come and take me like you talk about. Every time I think of what the first time seeing you will be like, it is always with you being so dominating over me. You grab me hard and kiss me deep. You let go of me, but before I can take a breath you shove me back on to the bed. I watching as you take off your shirt and crawl on top of me. My heart starts racing as you dip your dead down kissing me deep and shoving your tongue down my throat. You run your hands down my neck, into my shirt, ripping it open as you suck on my neck. You bite down, hard, at the base of my neck, as you force one of your hands down in to my shorts.

As you unbutton my shorts with one hand, you rip off my bra with your other. You start rubbing your hand up and down my body and rubbing my clit with every pass, making me moan. You push your hard bulge up against my leg, sucking hard on my neck. I try to rub my hands on you but you push them above my head.



I suck in my breath and clasp my hands behind my head trying to be as still as I can. You run your hot mouth down my body, biting me wherever you see fit. You lift my hips up and pull my shorts off and slowly start licking up and down my hot, wet, shaved pussy.



You slowly kiss all over my shaved mound, and start to softly sucking on my clit. You suck harder and harder until I cry out in pain. You grin up at me then lick my slit up and down to get it good and wet. My moan of pleasure is cut short as you slap my pussy hard. You smile at the sound of my cry and keep on slapping my pussy until it is red and sore.

I moan out, "Oh master please lick my pussy more!"

You lick my pussy harder and harder until my body shakes as I cum hard in your mouth. I forget myself and close my legs around your head, running my fingers through your hair as I cum hard, not remembering my masters warning. You sit up and with a wild look in your eyes flip me over so my ass is high in the air. You slap my ass hard, making me cry out. every time I cry out it just makes you slap me harder and harder. You keep on until my ass is bright red and sore. You flip me back over, and look down on me. You kiss my face over and over, telling me I should have listened to my master, and that was only warning.

I nod and thank my master for the warning. You tell me that I was a good girl so I will get a reward. You take off your pants and put your cock in my face. I slowly lick off the warm pre-cum dripping from the tip, moaning at the taste. You run your cock down my body leaving a trail of pre-cum. You push my legs apart, holding my hands high above my head, and start rubbing your cock up and down my hot wet slit. I moan and beg my master to fuck his slutty little slave hard like she should be fucked. You look up and down my body then shove your cock into me.

I moan and spread my legs farther apart, moving my hips closer to you. You laugh at what a little slut I am, slamming your cock in to my pussy harder. You let go of my hands and grab my ankles, pushing my knees to my chest. You keep on fucking my pussy hard until I cum hard under you. I look up in to your eyes and beg you to cum deep in your slaves slutty little pussy and get your slave pregnant. You start thrusting and breathing hard, slamming me more and more.

I scream, "Oh master," and it sends you over the edge.

You moan, thrust deep in to me once more, and pump all your cum deep into my pussy. You fall over on the bed next to me, panting hard. I lean down and lick your now soft cock clean of the mix of your cum and my juices. You pull me up by my neck hard and kiss me deep. "

I lean back and tell you, "I love you master."

Do you desire me?

Do you think of me in the night

When you're alone in your bed

Do you want me?

My body next to yours

Naked and exposed

do you think of me then?

A I in your dreams?

Stretched out before you

my innocense in yoru clutches

Do you long for me?

Do you want me?

I desire you

I think of you in the night

When I'm alone in my bed

I want you

Your body next to mine

Naked and exposed

I think of you then

You are in my dreams

Innocense corrupted by your darkness

lost in the world that is you

a hope for your attention

a muse for your fantsies

a distance spark of lust

of all things immoral and damned

I long for you

I wait for you

Innocense at your mercy

This poem was written as I envision my daddy talking to me.....

I am in your dreams.

You remember

The gentle kisses

The tender touches

The soft words of love

I remember how

The gentleness

was reborn into

Raging Passion

The biting

The spanking

The sucking

Have left

Their traces

Upon my body...

Upon my spirit

I tremble

In delight

At their

Memories

I am

with

you

always

When you stroke

those tender

places

of your being

You will see me

You will feel my breath

Against your throat,

Hear my dark and urgent whispers

I am...

In your

Dreams

I am

With you

Always

A thousand sweet touches,
As close as can be;
An ocean of warmth
That you swim through with me.

Our bodies together,
And with every caress,
The rest of the world
Seems to bother me less.

Nothing else matters
But the passion we share.
Together we're joined,
Skin glist'ning and bare.

So strong and exotic,
The love that we make.
All of the bound'ries,
So lovely to break.

But still, as we lie,
In every bliss,
No lust matches the passion
Of our last, simple kiss.

Addiction

I ask but that you would be a willing participant in my addiction to your skin. So that my fingertips ... my lips ... my tongue might wander the mountains and valleys of your surface. Raveging each inch, Relishing in your response.

Give me what my exploration of your being searches for.
Tongues ... seeking the origin of lifes breath.
Hands ... fingers seeking to manipulate the flesh.
Mouths ... teeth seeing to consume the others passion.

Looking to recieve that gasp of breath ... that jagged sigh.
Listening for that touch, filled with passion in return.

Hold back nothing. Give me everything you can take.
Take everything I have.
Take it as your amunition.....

Tear at my flesh untill I have no body.::Grabbing fists of sheets::
Sink your teeth into my soul.....::shivers::
Ravage me into existance.::surrenders::

Entrenched within the velvet
Of the silent dark midnight
Hours of the night, I dream.
My dark dream of a lover
Whose desire makes
My passions burn my body.
With intimate knowledge
Of what makes my body
Deliciously melt with a pleasure
That makes my
Mind shatter in delight.
As my body pleads for these
Sensual hot sensations to
Make my body tremble in
Satisfied exhaustion.
My dark dream of a lover
Whose mind can caress
Mine when moonlight
Bathes the night skies.
A lover whose touch I
Can feel at any time,
Who can feel my
Touch and pleasure
No matter the physical
Distance between us.
My dark dream of a lover
Whose steadfast love
Keeps me safe within
Her heart, until
The end of time.

Dreams

I dream of sacrilege,
our hungry flesh,
sweating, thrusting, sucking,
inside each other,
as gods
praying in moans and spasms,
with swift thrusts and slow smiles

I dream of absolution,
spilling my soul
into your cupped hands,
leading you
through that hazy night,
beyond to the light that waits for us

I dream of communion,
lying side by side,
hand in hand,
watching the stars above,
the wooden dock beneath us,
water lapping quietly in the night

You are my dream, little one
You are everything to me

The moonlight shone her body; a soft and pasty white
Her hair set in a blaze of red, eyes the color of the sky
With pouting lips she calls to me
I’m drawn closer to her heart
To fill her needs
And satisfy
That is just a start
Beckoned: I am duty bound
To dance the dance of love, I taste her lust
The ecstasy: I look down from above
Subtle friction slows my hand
She’s soft as cotton spun
I must taste her innocence
And please her needs again

From the shadow of the stars
She came to my bed
Her eyes reflected the moon
The sun crystallized her heart

she reached her hand to mine
Enslaving what was me
Bound to her always
Caged for all time

Our bodies merged
Forged through our desire
No sound was heard
Just our silent screams

Straining at the bonds
Of our lust filled chains
Rivers from our souls
Flooding our weakened minds

Lost in her
Giving all that I am
Energy unbound
Bonding skin to skin

A Sudden quiet
Screamed at my ears
The light in her eyes
Dimmed by the morning

As she softly shimmers
With the morning light
Her fragrance constantly remains
Binding me to her dream

Feathered black wings surround you,the taste of Erotica on thy lips. this lustful desire so new, As Cold hands caress your hips.
A tongue dripping with poision, ravishing your pulsing skin, Luminated by the Blackest sun, Indulging in such sweet sin,

Fallen angel draws you close,your bodies pressed to each other, He slides between your legs the blackest rose, Entering the passage of darkened lovers.
Soft petals teasing lips so wet, his Lips drawn to your breast, A feeling you haven't felt yet, mouth teasing with hot breath. Laying you down on Black lace, tying your hand with black leather, Sweat gleaming off your face, As the lust gets better.
Upon your nipples he nibbles and bites,As your arch yourself to his will,Using his teeth just right, With fallen angel Skill.
Pulling the rose away, from between your thighs, As you writhe and sway, while wanton lies within your eyes.
Sliding his tongue down to your lust,his blackened wings spread out wide, plunging in with passionate thrust,so you can feel it deep inside.
Fallen angel savors your flowers dew, With tongue so wet and hot, growing more passionate and true,Licking in all the right spots.
His hands slides slowly to your clit, to massage and tease,your ecstasy becomes lit, with Fallen angel so quick to please.
Getting harder and faster by the hour,using his fingers and tongue, surging with such sexual power, shall leave you feeling sprung.
Your body starts to spasm, Darkness feeling so good, you draw close to orgasm Fallen angel knew you would.
With the tip of his cock, he begins to trace your lips, your body starts to arch and rock, lunging forward with your hips.
Wanting to feel him inside you, wanting his burning lust, on the edge of ectasy true, growing closer with his powerful thrust.
Candles start to grow dim,the cold night filled with erotic sound, he pulls you onto him,as black wings wrap around.
Pumping and pounding more and more, his love fills you deep, feeding your sexual core, making love with burning heat.
His mouth ravishes your neck and breasts, as Fallen angel plunges deeper inside,feeling this could be the best, with moisture gathering between your thighs.
Feeling his orgasm drawing near, as your comes very soon, his heart beat quickening you can hear, as your mind begins to swoon.
Finally exploding with sexual power, collapsing onto black lace,lost in this erotic hour, as Fallen angel caresses your face.
Morning sun is on its way, Fallen angel disapears, hiding from the day, For the False light he fears

This time bomb called my heart
Slowly swelling with emotions kept inside...
I long for the moments when I can just gaze into your glimmering eyes
Clutch you tight to my chest
And kiss you passionately in the dead of night
And tell you clearly
From my lips to yours
That...
I love you...
With but a single kiss to show,
All the emotion pent up inside...

With my lips on yours I will lose myself
With my heart already given to you I am grounded
No other can catch my eye
No other can have my heart
No other can ever outshine you
For as I look at you...
I know I love you.
I know I want to be with you for as long as you still love me
So throw me aside when you are bored
And I will not quail
Toss me to the curb when you are not satisfied
And I will not question
My heart is yours to do with what you will..
And I'll tell you all of this...
With a single...
Passionate...
Kiss...

I trace a path of passion
That whispers my love and lust into your ear
On the heat of my breath

I trace a path of passion
That kisses my mouth to yours
In the seductive tango of our tongues

I trace a path of passion
That melts my beating heart to yours
Againstmy breast pushing into your chest

I trace a path of passion
That locks my eyes to yours
As you draw my soul to you

I trace a path of passion
That feathers my fingers against your silky skin
In the growing wet and heat

I trace a path of passion
That strokes your fingers on my soul
Around the throbbing ache

I trace a path of passion
That joins us, body, heart and soul
In the ecstasy of love

Sometimes I fear the fire inside,
Anger burning, searing flesh;
And sometimes I welcome the fiery ride,
Passion flaring, screaming "YES!"

Feel the flames rising high,
Feel my hand upon his thigh,
Taste the heat upon my breasts,
Passion builds and never rests.

Lips brush slightly,
Tongues entwine,
Hands touch lightly,
Hips move in time,

Our passion drives us higher and higher,
Our bodies burn in true love's fire,
Can you feel the fire inside?
Does it still burn within your mind?

A kiss electric
no resistance
just ebb & flow
give & take
sigh & sigh

a touch tender
against fairest
silky cheek
as if to say love
forever cherished

a dance of lovers
smooth & rhythmic
closely pressed
each step matched
with coordinated grace

a bubbling froth
of jasmine bath
and scented salts
slip & slide
spawning in warmth

coolness of skin
seeking warmth
against mated flesh
hair tied, now released
in waves about soft shoulders

eleven candles go dark
leaving one to make shadows
about voluptuous curves
a slip between the sheets
the lovers become one

sweat rolling down soft skin, wrapped in hard muscles
two bodies moving in rhythm, hearts beating as one,
like a drum beating with the core of the earth,
a bright hot sun beats down on hot sand, waves crash on a desolate shore
alive with passion they move together into the dawn caressing, melding, rising,and falling
riding the flames of desire, lost in time, lost in their sighs, lost in each others eyes
every inch of skin pressed together tight, sliding, gliding moving faster with desperation
filling up inside,love and lust combine, passion divine, the sun beats hotter, waves crash harder,
ecstasy washes over them an their bodies clench tighter,
breaths are getting faster, until their love cannot be contained
it comes crashing down with one final thrust just as the waves.

Eyes reflecting the candle light, reflecting desire. Softest touch sending shivers through her skin. Lips caress, burning passion. The dream is hers, touching fantasy. Heat spreading through her, washing over her. Breath quick and heavy. Aching, pulsing through her. Embraced, together finally. Her heat surrounds him, envelopes him. Moaning, holding each other close, writhing. Pleasure courses through her. She forgets her name. There is no past. The world has vanished from her. Only this aching, this blissful needing. Only this moment, hot and eternal. Crying out she rises, an angel to heaven in his arms.

Winds howl through bending limbs of creaking trees
Through the open window blows a strong breeze
Upon the cool silk sheets you lie, my lovely desire
In your eyes I see the flames of a hungry lust fire
The storm arouses in you, stirs your need for me
As heavy raindrops pelt down, you move restlessly

Like a wild cat on hot bricks you wriggle and moan
From me, you hear a low guttural wanting groan
Like the rain I want to be on and dripping all over you
I wish that I could shower you with droplets of dew
Dripping with excitement, showering you with me, now
Adorned by orgasmic love, a pearl necklace I bestow

Wet and wild, riding you in the storm till it's done
On a rainy morn we met, I knew you were the one
Resting in the calm, quiet in each others embrace
I want to see you; naked, by dawn light face to face
I see you softly sigh and watch the window pane
You smile as you see the sky darken and start to rain

Nothing we hide, we are as one and can honestly bare
Darkest secrets at night, as rain falls, we honestly share
Toasting wine by candle light amongst scented bubbles
You tell me, I tell you our combined heartache and troubles
We laugh and snort over our warm, toasty brandy or port
The silly inane things we do or how we sell ourselves short

In your eyes I see rainbows, in mine you see beautiful rain
My reflection is of acceptance, yours is of internal pain
Let my arms, sweet, hold you tight and on always before cue
Do not let go, for I cling to the rainstorm, that I know is you
I am here, always, no strings attached, whether it is rain or shine.
Will you take me, let me call you love, embrace you as mine?

Beside camp fire or on sheepskin rug , alongside you I am aglow
My heart beats fast as you are near and close, does it show?
Limbs caressing skin, we kindle the bright spark as it rains
Something, lingering inside me feels your longing pains
I know you want to be as one with the rain, so I carry you outside
Under the sky, we make love, naked with nothing to hide

I know you welcome thunder, rain and a wind that noisily blows
A foothold I may be, a shelter from the storm, holding you close
Will you shelter with me? Weather the storm and life, together.
Under the leaking heavens we scream, I love you, for ever and ever
You are the goddess of rain, I am the blue flame of true love
United as we are, our bodies fit snugly like a tight latex glove

You are a sudden summer rainstorm and I am a fiery flame
Amidst the howling wind and rain you scream my name
Engulf, saturate me, but you can never extinguish my fire
The eternal flame, my love is bright , for you ultimate desire
The storm peters out finally, as it still, rains and pours,
I claim you as mine, body and soul as I am totally yours

You are rain, I am eternal fire, we sputter but do not expire...

The fever burns with fierce intensity
Threatening to consume us whole
Shallow breathing as we snuggle close
As the flames scorch your inner soul
Searching the center of your being
My blue eyes smolder and burn
The emotions you see in them
A reflection of the love you yearn
One deep kiss and the rage burns brighter
From your lips a moan as you whisper my name
Your heart is on fire
With another touch I stoke the flame
Your body transformed into a raging inferno
I continue to tease with a touch and a kiss
As our love continues to grow
Never have we known such beautiful bliss
Arms entangled and legs entwined
Hands interlocked as hips join and grind
Sweat covered bodies begin to shine
As your lips search hungrily for mine
This pleasure should almost be a crime
Passion like this could be a sin
Our love flows free like the sands of time
A river of honey flowing from within
Your love all I ever want
Your kiss all I ever need
Please don't ever stop
Take me higher, My Love, I plead
Our hearts singing out the sweetest refrain
Moving together in the heat of the night
Our bodies consumed by this eternal flame
Letting the fever burn to its fullest height

The thoughts of a Master to his slave

Pleasant dreams awake me,
in feverish jolts
silent promises
of endless nights,
the flow of my seed
astonishes me
it appears to have
a life all its own

Who makes me shiver
in this burning fire?
who comes to me
unnerving my soul?
she's my longing,
all my desire,
fantasy riding,
a wild dark horse

Passion inspired,
compells me to explode,
I just cannot take it,
some nights it's so strong...
beautiful baby,
sweet child of my heart,
you reign in my pillow,
I wish you were mine...

Past chagrins are buried
who cares? now they're gone...
this day I just cherish
each word from her lips

When she talks to me
no clouds in my dreams
will darken the sky
oh sweet fantasy!!

Bejeweled bare skin
no need of a garment
you shine in your beauty
flesh tender and warm

This is overwhelming!!
I need be relieved...
please, darling, I beg you:
be mine, I need thee!

... In the afterglow of midnight
she comes softly to me,
I embrace her lovingly,
we're attuned, that I see!
... same sweet melody...

No wonder I've fallen ...
I long for her loving...

Her kiss of ambrosia
is paradise taste
her tongue, lips, saliva,
all conspire in her spell:
What a kiss of vertigo!!
no contest: It's swell!

I worship her body's
every single curve,
I murmur lover's things
softly in her ear

While kissing her belly
she archs in advance
her hips lose control
when my tongue
draws a line

A bold kiss below
pretends to seduce
the humid spot
where her essence does lay

No mercy, my dear,
the fortress I want,
your pearl is defenseless
I reach and devour...

... caressing your legs
I enjoy your scent...

Exquisite amber cradle
my Honey Delight
you blush in surrender
hush, baby, no fear...
I'm feeding my hunger
pink lips seek for me
like flower in blossom
your secret is here...

I wish my dream
blossoms
into a real fairy
each page a joy story
for our blood to hear,
your hand holding mine
forever no tear

A magic our own
a lover's true pact
one realm beyond
everything we act...

Other dream I have
I'm affraid I'm in love...
I wish you'll become
my bride beloved...
You...
my Honey Delight.

Someone once wrote this to me and it was so beautiful I wanted to put it in my journal for all to read.

"...let me be the inspiration for...."

And so you shall be...

"Oh we kiss in the garden of flowers..." Have i indeed...found that 1 special flower meant for....me?

Trapped by traffic and bricks and steel

Longingly i look out the window now

For something i can touch and love and feel

And behold a field of flowers there...but how?

How do they grow so peaceful there,beckoning to me

To come and smell and touch and see and say:

This is the way things were... "meant"... to be

This is the field where loving spirits come...to dance and play

And such a lovely sight it is

All these flowers of peace and rest

Planted by HIM... they, like us, are HIS

Planted by the gardener who knows us best

Yet all too soon they'll all be gone

Trodden down in such uncaring and shameful haste

Never to see the next days dawn

Untouched,unloved,unseen, unknown,oh what a sad and terrible waste

And some will learn to grow sharp thorn

To keep both foe....AND...(alas)...friend...at bay

Their loss no one will think to mourn

And gone will be my flower then ,that brought such joy my way

One last flower!there i see !Oh hear my voice...and feel my touch!

Or will you now,also.... i fear, just wither and wilt and.....disappear ?

Never knowing i loved you much?

Or see the dampness in my eye,dropping as a tear

Aye, in this world you cant last long

How you wither and wilt away!

And then who will sing that lovely song

So our spirits can dance and play?

Oh i would chase those beasts away

And shade you from scorching sun,you see

Whispering to the Gardener above,this day

Oh spare this one last flower for just......me.

(Given to me by an Angel....hope i got it right).

Touched by an Angel....Who stooped down to touch...

just me.

The sweet smell of honeysuckle fills the air as warm summer breezes blow across our naked flesh.

Small beads of sweat cover our bodies as we move in rhythmic motion to our feed our passion.

The only sounds that can be heard is the pounding of our hearts and the erotic breath sounds as we climb to the heights of ecstasy.

Our legs and arms are tangled as we frantically explore secret places.

At that moment, only you and I exist. There is nothing and no one that matters.

We are consumed by one another, every thrust propelling us forward to the ultimate goal of climax.

Then as the warm breeze slowly cools and the night approaches, we lay in each other's arms;

Our pulse still racing as we fall asleep gazing up at the stars.

feel your desire
Heated, hot passion
Sparking a flame of desire
Love burns hotter than fire
tasting you
Nothing's ever been so sweet
senses reel because of you

sublime erections, erotic injections
sexual connections,
touches like liquid heat
body pliant, yearning hunger
liquid desire, fulfilling dreams
acting out erotic fantasies
nerve endings raw with hunger and need
mouth hungering for the taste of you
devouring kisses
feeding on sensuality

am I the dreamer
or the dream


bodies move together like clockwork
synchronicity.
and I wake alone

It's lonely here without you, just staring at the walls.
On the place beside me, morning's light so gently falls.
Mere seconds have descended since I saw your face.
Just one starry twinkling after our close embrace.
Heavy breathed and wanting we called each other's name.

In motion to some music only two lovers knew.
Drawn across the boundaries separating me from you.
Each inside the other, entwined around the same.
Innocent caresses passion did untame.
We climbed as one the precipice of mutual desire.

Pictured every detail from touch, to taste and sound.
That moment of fulfillment has quickly spiraled down.
No magic did you use today or slip out through the door.
Slumber's deepest wishes, a dream and nothing more.
It's lonely here without you, just staring at the walls.

Whenever I taste mint
It is midwinter; snow falling
Gently from the cloud covered,
Satin grey, sky.
Every crystal telling a different
Story.

I watch, from the warmth
Of his arms.
A gentle kiss to tell me
He loves me.

The snow nestles in my
Strawberry blonde hair, lingering
Is the subtle taste of
Mint; It's saying
I love you

But... this is now my story.
My story is the warm
Wet of the tears running
Down my red blotchy cheeks.
The snow flurrying, as though it
Were angry, maybe even sad...

Missing his warmth,
Missing the taste of
Mint... the taste that
Reminds me so much of
You.

feel your desire
Heated, hot passion
Sparking a flame of desire
Love burns hotter than fire
tasting you
Nothing's ever been so sweet
senses reel because of you

sublime erections, erotic injections
sexual connections,
touches like liquid heat
body pliant, yearning hunger
liquid desire, fulfilling dreams
acting out erotic fantasies
nerve endings raw with hunger and need
mouth hungering for the taste of you
devouring kisses
feeding on sensuality

am I the dreamer
or the dream


bodies move together like clockwork
synchronicity.
and I wake alone

I want to consume you
To fill you
So that I am all you are able
To think about

I want you to eat, sleep,
And drink me.
I want every waking moment to be
Used thinking about

Wild stuff you will do to me
I want every taste in your mouth
To remind you of me
Every breath you breathe

To bring forth my scent
I want you to be burning
With the flames of passion
Even when the mercury

Dips below zero
I want you to dream of taking me
And making me yours through and through
Stealing my heart

And possessing my body
I want you to feel
Exactly the way I feel
Every single day

Lingering in the hall we kiss
Once, timidly, shy lovers,
Very near the awaited consumation now,
Ending the drought we've had so long,
Rain nourishing us into perfect,
Sensuous beings. Moving closer, finding life.

We move in search of hidden life
Emerging from us, kiss by kiss,
Healing our pain, the moment is perfect.
Away in our garden of lovers,
Valiant, vibrant, passion pent long
Eases its way to the surface now.

Kiss for yesterday, for tomorrow, for now.
I open myself to you. My life
Sits in your hands. Play long.
Satisfy me with your touch, your kiss,
Encouraging us as it does all lovers,
Diving into sustenance, where in me is perfect?

Before you show me what is perfect,
Envelop me; I will forget all but now.
Finding the essence of life is lovers,
Or the loving, or the spirit of life
Residing in our tongues, our souls, our kiss,
Enraged for having to wait so long.

But no more. We linger long.
Undoing the myths of the perfect
Taboo. The light and love in our kiss
Needs encouragement, not denial now.
Our consumation celebrates life
When the sadness plays for proper lovers.

Bonding souls. It makes sense to be lovers.
Easy, sane, the best way to live long.
Come, and coming into my life,
Only filling my soul and body with perfect
Momentum - I may rise with you now,
Enjoying the Passion in our private kiss.

Oh, we kiss in the garden of lovers
Now, understanding the bond that will long
Endure, timeless, perfect, giving us life.

Life never seems to be the way we want it, but we live it the best way we can.There is no per, but we can fill it with perfect.....Moments

Naked passion waiting to be clothed by physical release,
Temperatures rising from explicit erotic tease,
Visuals set in real-time… total power play,
The excitement builds to explosive proportions
A beautiful sensual form set the stage for a sexual array.

Desire send chills along the spine,
Stimulating areas dead, now very much alive,
Arousal spreads throughout the mind, through the body
Then to the soul,
Caressing, kissing, stroking… long, deep and out of control.

Intense pleasure seers through the veins,
Filling and engorging members,
Making them throb with sweet pain.
Energy coursing, thoughts running wild,
Fantasies becoming reality, sweet bliss, erotic high.

Bodies become limber and contort with ease,
Organs filling chambers, organs fitting like sleeves,
Piston-like movements, rhythmic and sublime,
Lubricants dispersed, creating rich thick love-slime.
Trying to get deeper, sucking, biting and yet,
Pumping harder, thrusting longer, bodies glistening with sweat.

Grinding and gyrating, bodies wanting to let go,
The passion’s so intense… there’s an eruption and a huge lava flow,
Muscles tighten then loosen as they push everything out,
Now listen to those orgasmic cries, hear those uncontrollable shouts.
Afterward there’s a sense of satisfaction,
A time to cuddle and such,
But that session was so good before,
Now, once again, you’re tempted to touch.

When I longed for you
in the cloying dark of
your dreams,
you danced through the
blaze of my eyes,
to the consuming clasp
of my craving.

You waltzed the sunlight
to starlight,
and traversed the years
in a spin. Yet always
we were enmeshed,
in step and bound in flesh.

When the park was humid
with pools of lilacs,
we lay in the shadows,
entwined by flesh and passion,
vined into the other.

And you danced into me,
that sweet gasping night,
when the shadows released us.
When the starlight surrounded us
we waltzed through the silver
to the muffled
sigh of release.

We lay buried in the other,
naked in the sheets of dark
that swaddled us,
in the silver pool of our lust.

You dance my dance into me.
You twisted the moonlight into
my eyes and fingers,
for your looking
and caressing.
Your lips hummed the tune
of my body and desire.

As we lay in the dark pool of the park,
entwined, as we danced the dance
that would carry us from then
and bring us from first night, to last.

Glancing across the expanse between us.
I catch your gaze passing over me.
I smile softly, biting my lip.
You disappear into the crowd.
Our moment broken.

I pass through the night,searching.
Searching for the lover that haunts my dreams.
Takes my body to places it's never gone.
All without a touch.

Your eyes have burned themselves into my soul.
I crave your touch like an addiction.
I want to feel your lips on mine.
Your teeth sinking softly into my neck.

As I walk along, dazed with lust
I feel a hand on the back of my neck
I feel teeth sinking into my flesh
The ecstacy is dizzying

You take my hand and lead me
To the place where you hide
Consume my soul with passionate release
You lay me down upon a bed of velvet

I feel your hands on my body
I shiver at every touch
I beg for you to take me
Give me over to the exquisite passion I feel for you

Orgasmic rushes hold our bodies bound together
I feel the ties on my wrists
As you unleash your animalistic passion on me
Your lust drives your sanity to the brink
As our bodies fall over the edge.

Restrained, unashamed, silk cords of pure delight,
Bound, no sound, squirming little in her fright,
Blinded, reminded, of her perilous naked plight,
Groaning, moaning, wonder what he'll do tonight,
Contrive, alive, as sensations take their course,
Pleading, beading, sweating lust without remorse,
Caress, regress, each act she must endorse,
Wallow, swallow, craving more from fated source,
Pricking, licking, submissive rumination,
Yearning, burning, uninhibited contemplation,
Inhaling, prevailing, arching anticipation,
Elated, satiated, true passion's domination!!

I sit in the corner
Candlelight on my hair
My face a mask of calm
At nothing do I stare



In my mind is color
The red of desires
A blue dark and longing
Calm of green requires

A glint of golden shine
Sparkle of silver there
Rainbow of emotions
Washing through me like air



Inhaling aromas
Of flowers and perfume
My lungs burst into life
So eager to consume

Smell of lust and of need
The scent of wax and flame
Drowning in fragrant spice
Rampant senses enflame



Tasting mist in the air
Lips parted in passion
Savoring the flavor
In ecstasy drunken

The ginger on my tongue
Burns me both sweet and hot
Hidden cinnamon fire
Beneath honey's onslaught



No music plays to hear
Only breath and heartbeat
The noise sways through me
Like waves of cold and heat

My heart racing fast
My breathing quickening
Both form the drum and wind
That seem to be roaring



My flesh is hot from lust
Cold with timidity
My touch soft upon skin
Caressing so lightly

My body yearns for touch
Aching for true release
Sensations long forgot
May never give me peace



My room is filled with mist
Lit by flickering light
Breathing slow and deeply
Preparing for tonight

Held down

Tied down

His mouth rained kisses and passion on her body from above.



Love

Lust

Need



Her desire to be taken

Her desire to give



Breath



His desire to take

His desire to capture, to cultivate



Temptress

Lover

Friend



Hands grasping

Fingers slipping



Sweat beads on their bodies as they clutch each other

Pulsating, pushing in a rhythm all their own.



Boundaries, definitions, societal constraints

All slip away as they soar toward orgasm, melding together.

The silver moonlight
played on her skin
caressing her nudeness
inviting him in.

Her face was blushing
what would he think?
her breasts, too small?
too perky, too pink?

She shouldn't have feared
he drinked in her sight
her breathtaking beauty
surrounded by light.

He kissed her in passion
his heart beating wild,
and when she responded
relaxing, he smiled.

He parted the petals
of her female rose,
of the woman he loved,
the woman he chose.

He entered her gently,
she was so tight,
she quivered in passion
and it felt so right.

Moving, exploring,
forward and back,
he felt her, sensed her
in his gentle attack

Her eyes were wide,
trembling: her lips,
her fists were clenched,
shaking: her hips.

She felt his moves,
his gentle touch,
her passion grew,
wanting so much.

His member swelled
he closed his eyes,
and when he came
her moanings his prize.

She arched her back,
to welcome it all
she turned off her mind,
she let herself fall.

Together they came,
in passion, in love,
Their bodies were one,
a lion, a dove.

They reached earth again,
exhausted, in sweat,
would never forget
the night they first met.

Lusts' Epitome

Basking in your warmth
Desire for your touch
Silky hands sliding slowly along my form
Teasing lips kiss at yours
Embraced in an act of heat
Energy overwhelming
Sexual naivety has gone
We dance in one trance.
Passion, sweat, flickering flames
As the melting candle drips slowly on your skin
Screams of ecstasy
Moans of passion erupt
And shivers of sexual bliss wash over each of our bodies' pores
Brutally dancing in perfect synchronicity
For hell's lust has found it's king and queen.

Those Moments...

There are moments
that can't be forgotten.
Times when
nothing else mattered
nothing else existed.
Moments when you held me
in a helpless state
and I didn't want to be
anywhere else.

Eyes capturing eyes
from across the room.
Looking away...
only
to look again.

When eye contact locks on
and won't let you turn away
from your eyes.
Searching the eyes
knowing what you are thinking.
The small smile that comes
upon the realization
you feel the same as I.

The first touch of your fingers
lightly, tentative at first
the searching found.
How my fingers feel on yours.
The soft easy touch
as we move together
exploring the moment
then continuing our search.

The moment before the first kiss.
Looking deep into your eyes.
Seeing your wants
your desire
your needs.
All matching my own.

Lips not touching
Feeling the heat
from your breath;
but still resisting the touch.

Wanting the moment to last
to build to a fevered pitch
that can only be felt
by us only in this moment.

Lips now softly grazing
Moist, wet, wanting...
needing to fullfill.
The deep erratic breathing
that neither of us can stop.
Like life itself
depends on this moment
of lips on lips
tongues dancing
embrace becoming harder
more demanding.

Moments that can't be forgotten.
Moments that should never
be forgotten.

The first touch of our bodies
skin to skin.
The coolness
the heat.
The uncontrollable shaking
of my hands... and knees
wanting to find you
hold you
feel your warmth
and never let that moment
of first contact ever end.

The smell of your hair
and skin as we kiss each other's
necks and shoulders.
Feeling the tautness
and coolness of your body
and you move slightly
making each of us shiver
as every part of us
is coming aware of the other.

The moment of coming
together as one.
The heat,
the fire,
the exquisite moment
when the urge is to move
quick...
deep...
The lose myself completely within you.
To have you make me a part of you
forever.
To resist the urge
and hold the moment
and burn it into the mind for all time.

To look into your eyes
and see the same look
the first moment
we saw one another
from across the room.

The moments that can't be forgotten.
The moments that should never
be forgotten.
The moments of you
that stay with me... forever

 Writen as the Narative thoughts of my Master:

licking hungrily, drunk on your eyes
the feel of my face on your inner thighs
tracing fingertips along your breasts
you grab my hair and scream out "Yes!"

I chuckle and grin, this position of power
Sneaky in public, I'm a god in the shower
On my knees, yet I'm in control
A flick of my tongue, the key to your soul

You beg for mercy, I deny it
You scream for release, only I can supply it
I tease and taunt, you cry and plea
I teethe and flaunt, you writhe and seethe

You beg again, I smile and concede
You scream my name as I fulfill your need
Your thighs tighten as you grind my face
Your body flails as I feed upon that place

Your nails dig through my hair and into my skin
While juices of your passion pour along my chin
Your breathing heaves as you slowly recover
While I revel in the feel of power over another

You pull me towards you and kiss me deep
You notice my smile from your lusty defeat
You stroke my hair and give thanks for what I gave
You push me back and I claim you as my slave

The sun shone down like a blanket of fire
warming them both in their passioned embrace
hearts pounding rhythms of untamed desire
damp skin touching skin; silk touching lace

fingertips trembling so gently they laid
hearts racing, desire, passion burning inside
his smile broke her heart as she tenderly played
her eyes saw inside him, all innocent and wide

In physical union they found neutral ground
passion winning over the fear and mistrust
Their bodies danced fevered around and around
passion changing their fear; filling with lust

The hearts that once were joined in innocence
now pushed them with passion towards a mutual goal
Aches ground them together in an explosion of lust
Two souls once broken now sin has made whole

Gently they parted with eyes full of tears
their rationalizations of the lines they just crossed
Their release erasing all guilt and fear
a smile crossed his lips, opportunity taken, not lost.

Cruisin along at 60 the wind in his hair, his feet on the highway pegs
The 07 Zuki' rumbling between his legs.....
Comfortable relaxed.... FREE.....
ridin for days...thirsty...
roadside bar....stops...
just one beer.....then on the road...
There at the end of the bar,
Red hair..long legs, Beautiful..
Lonely eyes...
Two beers ..one for her..
raises his bottle to her..to his lips
half gone one swallow...
She smiles..
another drink..
beer gone.... to the bathroom...
door opens behind him...
hands on his waist....
loosening his belt..
Turns around...tongue in his mouth...hers..
beer on her tongue..
hunger in her touch...
on the sink..
leather against her thighs..
one motion in deep...all the way in...
viciuos ..pounding..
moaning,screaming...hunger...LUST...
no words...CUMMMMMMMING...hard...finished..
still no words...
Bike fires,thunder...
out of the parking lot...
back on the road...
wind in his hair.....smile on his face........
................

There are two kinds of Masters: Lions and Panthers.

Her Smile……

She sits quietly….
Her mind weaving through the shadows surrounding her as she thinks of Him now… The hint of the smile she thought lost slowly slides over her lips as she sits her mind full of promise and hope…..

Her smile ….
It sneaks ever so easily over her lips, she moans softly as her mind dreams of His touch… A kiss so soft and light… it teases her lips as she feels the tickle of His tongue… She feels the warmth of the smile in her heart.

Her smile…..
She knows that she feels the power now… A soft caress reaches deep inside of her. Once where she felt pain now she feels joy… It grows inside of her now just like the smile she thought lost….

Her smile…..
As she sits now, her mind blissful and content, the memory of Him fresh… She feels the smile grow. A soft laugh comes from inside of her… The smile widens and her heart grows stronger and the warmth grows inside of her…

She sits smiling…..
Her mind so full of Him. She dreams of His caress, His fingertips on her skin lingering there, she shivers and her eyes close… Her lips part as the smile grows again, her heart warmer still…

Her smile…..
She is full of needs and wants…. Yes she knows it is Him that brings her the warmth, He gives her strength. Her heart warms as the pain fades…the smile comes. Creeping slowly over her lips it comes, it gives her strength….Yes… He is there in her smile………

It was the first time, that night,
When time had thrust you forward into the fray,
The first time hands other than your own had touched you there,
And those old familiar feelings were weak memories by comparison,
Limp flashes of light next to the lightning in your belly,

It was the first time you felt flooded by the impotency to act,
And followed your body willingly into submission,
Obeying your lust,

It was the first time someone lived inside you,
Full blooded flesh enveloped by your body,
Moving with gentle, empassioned rhythm,

The first time ecstasy not of your making tumbled your soul,
Joy waves, wild surf breaking over you, relentless and mammoth,
A primeval drowning of your old life,

It was the first time you opened your eyes after the storm,
A timid kitten, fur sodden and eyes huge with surprise,
And saw the world anew,

And it was the first time I saw that smile,
Rapture's perfect portrait,
Painted on your face.

A fiery love raging within us,
that only needs a gentle touch to fans the flames.
My passion awakens,
when you softly whisper my name.

My body quivers,
with the sweet anticipation,
of a desire that blazes an eternity.

As you lay your head upon my chest,
You place butterfly kisses on my flesh.
Breathing in my manly scent,
that intoxicates you like a rich robust red wine,
sending your senses reeling.
Maybe it’s my gentle touch,
softly caressing your back,
making you melt.
Every nerve tingling,
pulsing wanting me.

I gently lift you up and softly kissing your throat,
that sends chills all down your spine.
Feeling the anticipation building.

Softly kissing, caressing our ruby red wine coated lips...
Our bodies fill with warmth and anticipation.
My hands exploring your body.
Feeling the silkiness of your skin

Your heart starts pounding with pleasure
As my fingers flows to your treasure.
Gently easing the key in as you begin to turn
Gently caressing my manhood,
OHHHH MY GOD ! I whisper...

Our passion increases.
Our souls united ablaze with lust.
Like the warm red wine flowing through my veins,
our final orgasms mushrooming uncontrollable.
You lower down and kissing me passionately,
looking into your beautiful love filled eyes, I know I’m in Heaven

Animalistic passion sent golden-maned lioness to her knees
sleek spine arched and hips writhed, awaiting
single-minded impaler of her partner.
Broad palm connected with soft flesh with a resounding
smack, tearing a sharp moan from her parted lips.
Instinctive rhythm was set with lion hunched over
his companion, driving relentlessly into welcoming
orifice. Second hand buried into thick mane, tugging
passion-filled visage upwards, arching that writhing body more
into primitive joining. Panted breath and ragged groans....
paused as massive male leaned down, issuing sweet
command of orgasm into her ear. Palm resounded
again on quivering backside, sending flesh straight to
orgasm, writhing and trembling, causing hips to press and
jerk eagerly against hips until elation was complete,
collaspsing together amid a rain of sweetly
whispered adorations.

I do beleive that within the heart of every woman there lies this tiny little slut just waiting for some encouragement to come forth and flourish, don't you think?

wet sweat dripping
Liquid gold cascading down
Like a river from a wellspring
Between mounds of flesh heaving
A valley of Eden soft and supple
Across a flat fertile plain
Before ending at a delta of desire
Humid and sopping tangle
The juices a sweet nectar
A flower in full blossom
A ripened peach bursting
Open to the kiss of a soft tongue
Exploring the depths of lust
Tasting the fires of passion
As they flood across the lips
Like a wave breaking upon the shore
Colors exploding outward from the mind
Upon the canvas of the soul
The artist's palette overturned
Vibrations as an earthquake
Shaking the landscape that is her
Wave after shockwave erupting
From her center from her core
Finally subsiding to a glow
Leaving her breathless and purring
Body and spirit shining with
Sweet sweat dripping

Come lay with me
on satin sheets
littered with petals
of rose, so sweet.

Take me in
with lust filled eyes
devour the passion
that between us lies.

Through wetted lips
and teasing tongue
pleasures of flesh
we have begun.

With tender touch
fingers explore,
bodies enchanted
while hands adore.

At last united
once two, now one
what has started
cannot be undone.

Until the hunger
has been fulfilled
and rapid pulse
finally is stilled.

As bodies glisten
of faintest sweat
while held in passion
soaked and wet.

Now quiet slumber
shall not compare
to dreams of fantasies
next to share....

There is something about~
Being pushed up against a wall, face first~
Cheek resting on rough wallboard~
Breath caught in your throat~
Listening to the growling in your ear~
And trying to remember your own name~

There's something about being~
Pushed up against a wall~
Your back flat up against it~
Staring straight into eyes that see through you~
Swallowing hard~
Waiting for your heart to start beating again~

There's something about~
Being made to crawl across the floor~
To a seated Man, staring into your eyes~
Not letting you not look at Him~
Not letting you stumble~
Drawing you to Him without a word~
Trembling, a whimper caught in your throat~

There's something about~
Being pulled up by your hair~
Feeling that hand slink up your neck~
Into your tresses, close to the scalp~
Grabbing, gripping it, guttural sounds emitting from His lips~
The pain not nearly as strong as the urge~
To cry or bite a hole through your bottom lip~

There's something about~
Being bent over the back of a chair, without warning~
Without pretense, without question~
Having your skirt flipped up, cool air hitting hot skin~
Your cheeks blushing, with the same color of your ass~
As He warms it with the striking of the palm of His hand~
The tears you cry not cooling you~
The tears you cry because He has found you~

There's something about~
Those words He uses~
Those names He calls you~
Those phrases meant to elicit a response~
And you do respond~
All of you responds~
And your body betrays you, always~

There's something about~
Being thrown down and taken~
Not against your will~
For your will is to be there~
To please, to submit, to offer, to relinquish~
And you cry out for breath, for more, for Him~
And you know you are home~

There's something about~
Being dragged into the shower~
Forced to your knees~
Hissed at for silence~
Growled at to be still~
And awaiting the flow~
That you know~
Marks You as HIS~

There's something about~
Kneeling quietly beside Him~
Your body reddened, coated, tired~
Your mind silent, for once ~ for a time~
Your head bowed, your eyes closed~
Your lips quivering as His fingers touch you~
Your submission, unquestioned~
Your Peace at Hand.

A woman must be continuously physically dominated. A man should be unafraid to use his biologically given superior strength to assert his ownership over a woman's body at any and all times. Of course, physical domination comes in several forms --- it comes in the form of reprimanding a woman when she misbehaves (slapping her, pulling her hair, twisting her arm, beating her ass or cunt, torturing her tits); it also comes in the form of using a woman sexually (fucking her throat, ass, and cunt whenever the mood strikes a man).Second, a woman must be continuously mentally dominated. A man should constantly be reminding a woman of her proper place --- reminding her that she was born to serve a man, to be property, to be owned and used. The more a woman hears the truth, the better she is able to come to terms with it and fully embrace it.Lastly, a woman must be practically dominated. By this, I mean that steps must be taken to practically limit her ability to free herself from ownership.

Sometimes we throw away precious and significant portions of our youth longing to be grown up, only to spend our adulthood wishing we could recapture the youth we so foolishly threw away. Do not sacrifice your present for want of the future or past. Be content with who, when and where you are.

Don’t let the bad things in life dissuade or jade youDon’t let the good things in life be forgotten.

Who am I on a Much Deeper and Personal Level?

I trust in my instincts, because often they are quite keen, and on point. I am very private, discreet, and cherish my alone time. There are other moments, where the rigors of the vanilla word demand my time. As such, please respect that. I have 4 children that live in another state and demand time with me. Please remember that they will always come first.

There are many depths, lovely layers, and interesting facets to me. If you choose to take the time, those layers are worth getting to know. By nature I am reserved, independent, but loving, kind, and generous with my time, energy, and attention. I am selective, and rightfully so.

What type of Man Am I attracted to ?

Attraction is generally through a friendship, confidence, intelligent, keen sense of humor, but is sure-footed and firm in His convictions, ready for a full-on relationship. Single, between the ages of 45-65, healthy, fitness, Sadistic in nature, but passionate about life.

Noteworthy to Remember;

Mental flexibility is important. How so? Flexibility requires an ability to adjust my expectations when/if necessary, and adjust my inner compass for alignment with the Man, Master, Owner.

We are all damaged goods on this bus, who were given our tickets by someone likely entrusted with our early lives. There is little use lamenting things that are what they are and, besides, blame is for children and God. I know my ticket agent. Do you?

 Broken And Unseen A winding path- A fiery road- A dream unheard- Deep in the ocean- Floating down- The screams you make are to him a tiny sound- Youre stuck- You know you're going to drown-You're afraid- You're lost and never found- You gave yourself too willingly-And now theres one heart lost in one dream- Broken and unseen

 Come run with me along the edge of heavens fire- From the dawning of the night until it's funeral pyre- The high road-The blood road-From the worlds beginning-The wild way to the winds way- With the gray wolves grinning- Come fly with me my love and never tire- When the juice of of life meets heavens ire- The red road- The blood road- From the worlds beginning- Come taste of life- Come fear no death- Until the stars are dimming _______________________________

 Crimson Traces Sapphire tears sparkle on her ashen face in the pale moonlight, An endless flow of torment that occurs seemingly each night For what wretched causes only her jaded heartbeat can know. How many demons she had to bear only her scars can show. As the wind blows cold whispers of solitude she falls asleep, Her frozen tears stand still beneath shadows of a willow's weep. A strange scarlet light shines in the forest, within silences keep, Slowly embracing the lonesome girl - its clutch leaves marks so bright Her skin now gracefully mutilated by Cupid's love bow Bleeds room for hope and care - peacefulness is settled in her deep. _______________________________

I think there are a lot of people who have misconceptions about the DaddyDom/baby girl concept of a relationship. I’ve noticed that even within the lifestyle community, many people look down on this aspect because they carry over the misconceptions from the vanilla world. Also, as with all human nature there is a tendency to attack what is not understood and I find that this goes on in any sub-culture social network just as it does with mainstream society.

Let’s start off by taking a look at what a DaddyDom/baby girl relationship is NOT about.

It is not about incest
It is not about degradation
It is not about pedophilia
It is not about total psychological manipulation
It is not about slavery
It is not about sexual Freudian ideals

Someone named "MagnoliaBabe

" Thinks she knows it all... I am a sub/slave that loves the fact that Daddy loves me. It doesn't matter what she thinks... Everyone has their own idea what a Dom is and I happen to like the idea that Daddy is my Dom. Just because I fantazise and Daddy fantazies about being with a baby girl doesn't mean that Daddy or I are doing such a thing... Get a life and worry about what you post. Just because you don't like what someone posts doesn't mean you should critize them.

Here I sit at my computer thinking about a new Daddy. A daddy that is firm, but very loving. A daddy that is like no other I've ever been with or have ever seen before. He is gentle and kind, but when he commands his little Sugar to do something he expects her to respond.

I am so engrossed in thought of him as I think about the pleasure he has brought to me and how he is able to make me cum just at the thought of him. Just his look will make me squirm.

Oh how I long to be in his arms, how I long to sit beside him and lay my head in his lap as he strokes my long thick red hair. I love to look into his eyes. I love to touch him and have him to touch me.

I am longing for his touch today. I am needing a realease that only he can give me. So I sit here and stroke Kitty as I think of him. I can feel his tongue on the tip of my clit and it is driving me crazy. I can feel his dick growing and how I long for the feel of it in my wet, moist, pink pussy.

I sit and masterbate while thinking of him and him alone. I want to cum, but know that I must wait until I'm told that it is ok to do so. I've been instructed to wait... so I will.

I wait, I let Kitty cool off for exactly three minutes and then I start again. I am very obedient and do as daddy instructs. I feel as if he is standing here looking at me and has a very big smile on his face as Sugar does as she has been told.

I start masterbating again, and again I stop and wait. All the while I know that I am just a little girl obeying her daddy, but all the while, I feel like daddy is showing me how to become a woman, a woman that will obey her Master at his every command.

I do this "chore" three times with a smile growing on my face. Thinking how mommy would say I was a deviant child, an evil child because I am in love with my Daddy and will do whatever my daddy asks me to do. Even masterbate in front of mommy and laugh at her when daddy licks and sucks my pussy .. my young sweet pussy.

I've been instructed that I can cum at the third time... Oh, How I need a realease. I need to cum and cum I will.... As I get to the very big climax... I start to scream and Howl so loud that the coyotes and wolves are howling as well... Oh how daddy makes Sugar feel... He makes her feel so good... He makes her feel fucking good.

I look forward to the next time that Sugar can pleasure herself at the hands of her Daddy.

A submissive/slave's role

A submissive/slave's role is to serve their Master/Mistress. In real life, they will just do it! Quickly, efficiently, bringing him or her their favourite drink and food, or anything else for which they ask. In return, the Dominant may smile on the submissive in appreciation of his or her service to them. Then again they may not, simply because in real life, they will be served in such a way, dozens of times in a single day. Their appreciation will be total but may not be demonstrated at each single task.

But also, in real life, the reality is that what goes through the submissive's mind when asked to serve may not match the ideal. Consider the slave folding a mountain of washing in the laundry, being called into the sitting room to light the cigarette in their Dominant's right hand while they offer them the lighter with their left hand. Do they light it? Of course? Do they smile while doing so? Most likely! Are they happy to do so? Sometimes! Do they complain? Never! But their mind might be filled with thoughts such as 'I am so busy, surely s/he could have lit their own cigarette?'

The reality of what a submissive thinks and does may not match the fantasy that is propagated in idealistic D/s writings, often setting a submissive to doubt themselves, to make them feel less than the standard which they are certain that their brothers and sisters achieve easily. How can you stop the thought from flashing through your mind, "Why don't you get it yourself, you're closer!' In my humble opinion, no amount of 'training' will prevent such thoughts which, on the face of it, are entirely reasonable. The issue is overcoming those thoughts surrounding their Dominant's behaviour which the submissive's mind has determined as being inconsiderate, unreasonable, unpleasant or untimely. And yes, submissives do have negative thoughts about their Dominant's regard of them.

Ask most submissives why s/he serves a Dominant and they will answer "Because I have a burning need to please, to express my desire and willingness to put my Dominant before myself, to satisfy all their needs." This is the macro. But examining each task separately, often the submissive's physical and emotional environment and circumstances will dictate a different immediate mind response. They may be feel tired, stressed, upset, tested or unappreciated. They may have the unexpressed expectation that their Dominant should have an equal need to please, and to put them before him or herself! After all, they are loved and cherished, and selflessness is supposed to be a fixture of a loving relationship. This kind of attitude then begs the question, is it therefore a burning need to please, or a need to be found pleasing?

An example of this position my be found in online service. Why do online submissives offer to serve a Dominant a refreshment? After all, despite the effort and consideration that goes into the exercise, the reality is that a cool or warming drink is not the end result. If the Dominant is sitting in front of their computer thirsty or hungry, they will physically remain that way even after the submissive has brought them their request, and they have raised the glass or morsel to their lips and partaken of the offering.

In my opinion, the overriding reason is that the submissive desires to be found pleasing. They enjoy the admiration given to a good channel serve, to their literary expertise, their use of imagery. This admiration may come from the Dominant that the submissive is trying to get to know better, or from their Master/Mistress who glows in the pride of having such an attentive and admired slave, and from the spectators who enjoy watching the serve. Now, a submissive who does not believe that they have the literary skills will not resort to online serves, or does so hesitantly and nervously at the insistence of others. But do they hold less that desire to serve, or is it that they hold equally or even to a greater extent, the desire to be found pleasing and believing that they possess that which they consider an inadequate skill, determine that they will be judged as not pleasing?

Is the pleasure to be found in doing the task for the Dominant such at cleaning their toilet, or in receiving the expressed gratitude ie: "you are such a good girl."? And where are we situated emotionally when our immediate effort has gone ignored or uncommented on sufficient to our expectation. We can feel unappreciated and hurt because our Dominant has not responded according to the level of pleasing us that we have subconsciously set for them. After all, isn't a simple smile and "you're such a good girl" little to ask in return for an hour of performing ,what is considered by most of society, an unpleasant task such as cleaning a bathroom? Can we help not focusing on the micro in these situations in preference to the macro of servitude?

The answer is yes!. But we first must examine our feelings honestly. We must own up to the fact that we are human beings with all the human frailties. We have moments of jealousy, of pettiness, of disregard, and of anger. To deny their existence is to deny our unique humanity. We need to accept that we will at times find ourselves victims of stress, tiredness, self doubt; in times of weakness of body, spirit and/or mind. We need to know that we are not alone in those feelings; and that the ideal submissive/slave exists only in fantasy.

Most people need to be employed. How often have you heard someone say "I love my job!" And yes, they truly do but if you examine that love, you find that there are some tasks involved in the "job" that they hate, or dislike, or workmates who are seen as annoying etc; and there maybe feelings that they aren't as appreciated as they should be, or they carry a bigger load in the company than they should because the work is not evenly distributed. There may be some mornings where they just don't want to get out of bed, or prefer to do something instead of going to work, and so they ring their boss and tell them they are "sick".

The truth is that they they don't want a different job in preference to the one they have. In the macro big picture, they are happy being with their firm, doing the kind of work they do, and with the general conditions of their employment. In the micro day to day examination of their "job" there is much that they would like changed , and some things they are not particularly happy with.

Submission is a job which is undertaken willingly and lovingly. The job descrption is to serve a Dominant in all things; to do your utmost to make your Master/Mistress happy, and satisfied in their needs. Should you put their needs before your own? I don't believe that should always be the case when your needs are not being satisfied. In this instance, again reverting to the macro, a slave whose needs aren't being satisfied is unhappy, and has the option of leaving the relationship and finding a Dominant who can better satisfy her/his needs. In that situation, you could say "I love the work but I am not happy where I am, and will find somewhere else to employ me".

Does this seem simplistic, and contrary to the fantasy of a slave's existence? I think it is a more realistic view. If you like the city but not the neighborhood, you move. If you are married but unhappy in the relationship, you get a divorce. If you want the service e.g.. telephone, but are unhappy with the service provider, you change the provider.

So, if we are honest with ourselves, we can admit that our relationship with our Dominant is not perfect, that s/he is not a perfect Master/Mistress, and that we are not perfect submissives. Having accepted these facts, then we can look at each task, and the thoughts and responses surrounding them. Are we there to truly please our Dominant or are we there to please ourselves, and to be found pleasing? Taking the micro approach, I believe that it is more honest to state we are pleasing ourselves in that we wish to be found pleasing and when we find we haven't been found pleasing, or at least had that fact sufficiently acknowledged, we subject ourselves to the demons of the mind. But demons can be vanquished.

A life of servitude is not an easy road but for those with a submissive heart, it is the only road that will take them to personal happiness. This lies in embracing the macro of D/s, not the fantasy of D/s. We choose to serve because it is our need. We choose to give our Dominant the power over us, to make our decisions for us, to teach us to serve in the most pleasing way to him or her. In essence, we trust our Dominant to keep us happy.

I have a favorite saying which I tell my own Master, "Even when I am unhappy, I am happy." Simply, this means I am content in our relationship, I love my job, I am secure, I am in love, my needs are being met even though he may not be pleased with me at the minute because I have angered him or disappointed him, and am punished; or that a task I have been given is not something I would wish to do if I had a choice; or he has denied me something I had wanted. And when he feels that hurt or resentment in me, he has a favorite saying "hali, move on." And I do! Because I am a submissive and he is my Master.

If we accept the realities of who we are, if we accept the realities of our D/s lives, and we understand that it is natural to have the emotional responses that we do to the individual experiences we share with our Dominants on a daily basis, we can overcome them, even become stronger for knowing our own reactions because then we can say every time negative thoughts enter our head, "I am not alone and I understand who I am." We are strong enough to sit down and talk with ourselves. We are committed enough to share those thoughts with our Masters and Mistresses. We are brave enough to admit we are not perfect. And we are wise enough to understand the imperfections of our Dominants.

Servitude is not an easy road but it is the only road that those with a submissive's heart can walk. And as with every road, it has pot holes, bends and curves and crossroads. Keep your mind focused on the journey's end and not on the many stumbles along the way. Walk in the sunlight with a clear mind and a willing heart and your journey will be a happy one.

So often I see a woman on here lists herself as slave or submissive and as I sit and read a lot of different profiles, I am appalled that so many use the title submissive or slave and have no idea or concept of what a submissive or a slave is. They are using these titles as a mask to give them permission to be nothing but loose.

The submissive is a volunteer.

The slave is NOT a volunteer.

This is the core and substantial difference between the two terms. Within the BDSM community this can be interpreted in this way. The submissive individual may be lightly, moderately or heavily submissive. The submissive has a desire to submit to the direction of another person which in this community we call the Dominant or Top. Their submission may be quite limited in range, for example, they may only want and desire to release their submission in a limited fashion, for short amounts of time and within tightly confined arena's. This type of submissive will generally carry a long list of rules, boundaries, limits, requirements etc. which they require the Dominant to agree to prior to engaging their submissive aspect within the relationship. Other submissives will have a more moderate (this is the largest group) approach, a stronger desire to submit for longer periods of time with fewer restrictions, limitations and requirements. A small percentage of submissives will be heavily submissive. They desire and look for a full time partner to live with on a full time basis. Their nature is to seek to express their submission as often as possible with the fewest restrictions upon their chosen Dominant as possible. Generally their list of limitations, rules and requirements may be verbal, short and flexible.

Additionally there is the person that calls themselves submissive who prefers to seek out only casual contacts. This person is willing to submit only so far as to address their personal needs. Their orientation toward 'serving' the other person is almost nonexistent. They will have a list of personal needs and requirements and in large part do not care who fills them. These persons tend to be called the "DO ME" subs. In my opinion they are not submissives at all, not having the basic criteria of a 'desire to serve for the pleasure of another' that is the fundamental trait I identify as submissive and Dominant. For me personally, the 'do me sub' in my eyes is a vanilla person with a kink fetish desire.

The slave is beyond the last level of the submissive. The slave vacates limits. To be a slave is to offer of self fully and without reservation. From my perspective very few individuals fall into this category. Those that do, that I know personally are generally with their Dominant for a very long period of time. Trust has been long ago established, limits and range discovered and a relationship of personal strength has emerged which allows the submissive to transcend to this level. This is a level without safewords, without limits. The slave lives with their Dominant on a full time basis and may or may not have a life external of serving their mate. The slave generally selects a Dominant with parallel limits. By this I mean that the final action of trust is the vacating of set limits. In order to do this the individual must fundamentally know that their partner shares the same 'natural' or 'inviolate' limits as they do. A Dominant has limits just like a submissive. That which falls within their natural range and desire is their arena.

Many people use the term 'slave' interchangeably with submissive. A submissive without choice (limit's - safewords) becomes a slave. They have passed that final threshold of personal trust.

Ok, to address a few more misconceptions. There is sometimes rampant discussion on the who is real question. Any person who states that they are submissive, switch or Dominant should be taken at their word until through action, word or deed they demonstrate otherwise. Respect is not given by virtue of having any aspect but is earned or inspired by consistent action, word or deed. The amount, number, placement, design of brandings, piercings, tattoo's etc. can but do not necessarily identify any individual by virtue of in community status. These ornamentation's are used across the entirety of the community and can be seen upon any individual regardless of Dominant or submissive status.

Love Poem of a Submissive

I long for a love so strong and pure

to cure my aching heart

I know not what it is I crave

that causes me to behave in such a self-destructive way

I do know deep within my heart

I fall apart when you are gone

I long for you.

Truly my soul yearns for you

your strength and control

I kneel before you

peeling back the layers of filth and grime

that time has placed upon me.

I bare myself before you

Sharing with you my deepest being

Seeing for the first time my own true innocence

My innerdesires and the fires burning within me

Finally they are free

To know that you accept me

all my passion, all my pain all that is me.

I finally know the shame of who I was before

the innocent lamb hidden deep within

The blood has been spilled

as you force your will upon me

your power becomes my own

I'm thrown into bliss

My pleasure is all for you.

rapture awaits my soul

You hold me close and love me hard.

As one we are, Spirit to Spirit

How far we've come

My love.

Jealousy and Possessiveness have killed more slaves than disobedience.

The love of a submissive is the deepest and most profound love that any woman can give a man. Love makes a woman a man's slave, and the wholeness of that love requires that she be, in truth, his slave. With nothing less can she be fully, and institutionally content.

What is a slave fire?

It is the truest form of submission one can offer. It is the passion inside all women that make them dream and fantasize about offering themselves to one man…to give and care for his needs completely and with a fierce desire to do nothing except please him.

To desire his touch and approval so much that you continually allow yourself to learn and study that which you do not understand…To watch his every move, his every expression for need.

A slave fire…is the burning desire to be totally owned heart, body and soul by ONE Man. To have yourself completely at his mercy… to know he holds the key to your happiness.. ai.. even your very life in his hands.

What is a kajira?

 Speaking from one with experience… it is a fight.. a constant battle with one’s inner self…. Of breaking years and years of conditioning of “taking care of oneself”… relearning to allow oneself the pleasure of acting and being treated like a woman again.

It is a constant struggle to remind yourself that it is OK to allow another to care and make decisions for you… to offer up complete control and trust in another… to allow them the honor of speaking for you.

DO WE DARE OFFER OURSELVES COMPLETELY TO ANOTHER? DO WE HOLD THAT PART OF US INSIDE THAT WISHES WITH ALL WE ARE TO BE LET LOOSE?

A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"

The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:

"Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness.
They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia.
They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.

Mermaids do not exist.

But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish?
They would have no sex life and could not bear children.
Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.
And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?

Without a doubt, I'd rather be a whale.

At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.

We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn't enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.
We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.
Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: "How amazing am I ?! "

Being a submissive female, sometimes those things that as a woman you need to develop on your own gets tested when you become owned. Wanting to give yourself over to a Master/Daddy/Dom or whatever you call them is a need but it’s not something that you can do unless you spend the time getting to know who you are first.

So, what happens when you take your own self worth that took years cultivating and nurturing and put it all in someone else’s hands?

Honestly, you lose yourself but not in a bad way. Losing yourself in a consensual, long term TPE is not the same as a vanilla relationship. I do want to stress though, that there is one thing that is the same and that is you cannot expect your significant other to change who you are on the inside. You cannot expect someone else to “save” you or give you a sense of self worth if you never had one to begin with. You cannot expect someone else to stop you from being yourself.

One of my main issues as a submissive female is putting others before myself and it is often to my own detriment. I know I do it and with certain people I try not to let it happen as badly but in the end I will sacrifice taking care of myself in lieu of making sure others are cared for. In general I’ll just basically let myself become worn down. I feel selfish and guilty when I take anytime to do anything for myself and that has become more so the case since entering into a 24/7TPE. I literally lose myself to other people and have a bad habit of letting that take over my self worth.

So, losing myself to others in general is not a healthy way to live. The difference is that with Daddy losing myself to him is healthy because under his control he will protect me from losing myself to other people. (Notice I said protect and not force. You cannot take an orange and force it to be an apple) He monitors me and those around me and pulls me in when he sees the need to do so. With Daddy, I have someone who will not change me but who will help me help myself. In essence, losing myself to him is more like being found than lost.

I lose myself to him because I choose to, because I trust in him as a Daddy and as a person. I lose myself into his dominance, his protection, his nurturing and his love in wanting not just the best for himself but in him wanting the best for me as well.

I am going to explain what being a in a DaddyDom/baby girl relationship is all about for me. I realize that everyone’s experience is different and I am not advocating what goes on in my relationship as being a standard in any way. I am just going over what personally works about this aspect of the lifestyle for me. You may agree and you may disagree, both of which you have the right to do. And as consenting adults in a lifestyle relationship what we do with ours is our right as well.

I am an adult woman, fourty-three years old who has retained my childlike enthusiasm and excitement over just about everything. I am also naive and gullible when it comes to the outside world. I am one of those people who want to believe the good in every one, which when added to my natural submissive nature puts me at risk with the outside world, social predators and other’s who have a stronger personality and temperament then I do. The bonus that I have going for me is that I am also smart enough to realize these things about myself and understand my own vulnerabilities. Unfortunately, I also have a tendency to be used, lied to and manipulated by predatory personality types; I often do not realize what is going on until events start to happen and I end up in situations that I won’t understand until after they have occurred. In short, I need to be protected and I know that.

Being a submissive, I have a drive to please and to put all other’s before myself. I strive to help people by serving them and fulfilling their needs in emotional, material and physical ways. I have a habit of doing these things to my own detriment. I give all that I can until I am a exhausted on all levels with no ability to stop myself from doing so. I need to be able to fulfill this drive in an environment that is safe, emotionally productive and physically healthy.

Now, I won’t go into the rest of what makes up my personality and how I work internally but suffice it to say that in all regards I need more than the standard aspect of a Dom, I need a DaddyDom and that is what and who my MasterDaddy has become. Keep in mind though, that I did not realize that is what I needed until our relationship naturally went in that direction.

MasterDaddy is many things for me. He is the love of my life, my Dominant, my Master, the center of my world and he is my Daddy. He has total control of my life and he shapes my world as well as shapes me into a better person using my natural abilities. All my needs are met, expanded and developed by his control and his guidance. Because we do have a stable foundation of love, trust and respect I think that enables me to believe in him, even when I cannot believe in myself. I think an important part of him being my Daddy is that by shaping me as a person he takes great pride and joy in what I can accomplish. He pushes my limits and even though I do get scared, I have complete trust in him that what he does to me and for me is in my best interest and in the best interest of our relationship. I worship him as my provider, protector, lover and reveal in all that makes him who he is as a person both in our relationship and in the outside world. I defer to his guidance and his care and as such he has become my Daddy. And as Daddy’s baby girl I am more than a submissive woman, I am the center of his world and his heart.

Daddy’s love and dominance is both controlling and caring. He wants me to succeed because when I do so, then he succeeds as well. As his baby girl I am an extension of who he is, an outward reflection of his dominance and what that power he holds can do.

In a way, our D/s relationship is almost like an alternative version of a “traditional” 1950′s relationship with the added bonus of TPE and BDSM. In the fifties it wasn’t uncommon for the woman to call her husband her Daddy. The Daddy provided for her, cared for her and she was seen as an extension of him. The “little woman” at home was a direct product of what the Daddy, as a man could and should do in the terms of society at the time. Daddy was the problem solver, the fixer, the glue that held the family together against all odds and he was the punisher keeping his family in line and in working order. Daddy’s in society were very common until the sexual revolution. Also, just an interesting thing to note is that men in general were not depicted as bumbling idiots who couldn’t run a home or family until after the sexual revolution took place…just saying.

I think there are a lot of people who have misconceptions about the DaddyDom/baby girl concept of a relationship. I’ve noticed that even within the lifestyle community, many people look down on this aspect because they carry over the misconceptions from the vanilla world. Also, as with all human nature there is a tendency to attack what is not understood and I find that this goes on in any sub-culture social network just as it does with mainstream society.

Let’s start off by taking a look at what a DaddyDom/baby girl relationship is NOT about.

It is not about incest
It is not about degradation
It is not about pedophilia
It is not about total psychological manipulation
It is not about slavery
It is not about sexual Freudian ideals

The greatest treasure a Dominant has is His slave's heart; the greatest challenge is his slave's imagination.

The slave is owned by the Master. The Master and the slave have a consensual exchange of power between them. Sex is not a necessary component. A slave agrees to serve and obey their Master.

Slaves are not self-centered and focus on the needs of her Master. She shouldn't focus on the fact that she wants or needs to be a sex toy 100% of the time because that is not going to happen because Sex is not a necessary component, although I enjoy sex to its fullest and enjoy making sure that my Master is happy. I love to suck cock and enjoy swallowing.

someone who's looking to become a slave, or remain a slave, needs to be ruthlessly *selfish* about getting his or her slave needs met. By this i don't mean the basic needs of life for food, shelter, clothing, employment, social contacts, and a degree of affection. We all need that, whether we're slaves or Tops or boys or vanilla. Rather, i mean the things that feed and strengthen a slave's slavery: things like direction, discipline, and service. About these there can be no compromise, because when they are lacking in a slave's life, slavery itself cannot long be sustained.

The popular conception is that slaves are people who are forced to obey a Master's orders, and many slaves also fantasize being forced. Being obedient is held to be the opposite of freedom, and the negative connotations of "slavery" largely consist in this lack of freedom.

Those who become slaves today do so not because they are being forced to obey, but because they positively *need* to obey. Obedience is the voluntary slave's lifeblood. To obey is not our cross but our joy! We only ask to be given the opportunity.

And that's where direction comes in. Any idiot can tell someone else what to do! Lots of people are bossy or domineering or pushy. That's not what can satisfy a slave's need to obey, not in the long run, because people who are merely bossy tend not to be very consistent or intelligent about what they tell others to do; they operate on whim. The more perfectly you obey someone like that, the more likely you are to get into trouble, because today's order may contradict yesterday's or undermine tomorrow's. You can drive a dog or a child insane with contradictory orders; is a slave any less sensitive?

Ideally, what slaves need -- whether they're aware of *wanting* it or not! -- is clear direction, firm goals, consistent rules, unambiguous orders. And it takes a Master with great presence of mind, intelligence, self-control, and self-understanding to provide that kind of environment.

The most common slave fantasy is probably of being punished, but i think the erotic charge of this is really a metaphor for discipline, which is not the same as punishment. Discipline is controlled behavior; punishment is simply a means, and not often a very good one, of achieving discipline. Just as slaves need to obey, we need to follow rules and to push ourselves to live up to some ideal. i think every (voluntary) slave *wants* to be "the perfect slave" in some sense, and we need -- as much as we need air and water --someone to hold out that ideal before us and challenge us to live up to it, even knowing that we'll never actually achieve it.

If it were easy to be a slave, if anyone could do it, what would be the point? If there were no sacrifice involved, if it required nothing "above and beyond" ordinary life as a bottom- oriented leatherman or leatherdyke, why bother?

slavery is a demanding, challenging vocation, or calling, and its challenges cannot end once the slave enters into service with a Master. The Master must provide a continual challenge as well as an environment in which the slave's discipline and dedication are continually honed. To this end, many Masters institute various rituals and protocols for their slaves to follow. These are misunderstood, i think, if they are examined too literally, and especially if the point is taken to be the inculcation of a worshipful attitude toward the Master's person. The point is to enable the slave to develop a worshipful attitude, period. Giving the slave a framework by which to live a disciplined life of respect and dedication is the point, not feeding the Master's ego.

Nonetheless, at the very prosaic level of "enforcement of rules," a Master who does not notice or care about infractions is one who is shirking His duty toward His slave. It is not necessary to punish, but it is necessary to take notice of the lapse and deal with it in *some* definite way. slaves need to feel the Master's eye on them continually, until it is internalized. If He cannot or will not provide discipline, He has no business owning a slave, just as a parent who will not provide it for a child is unfit for that role.

While there are no end of fantasies about obedience and discipline, most slaves only fantasize about *sexual* "service" -- but that is typically the lesser part of a full-time slave's service. Indeed, the difference between a slave and a bottom may turn on the willingness, even eagerness, to serve in nonsexual ways. (As i once read in a personal ad, "I don't clean my own apartment -- why should I clean yours?" If you have to ask, you'll never understand. [g])

Difficulties arise when Masters, or slaves, confuse service with being used. The difference is subtle but critical. Perhaps it is the difference between "being used" and "being useful." Being used has a very negative connotation for most people, and i suspect that in cases where it has a strong erotic charge, it refers more to the categories of direction and discipline than service. That is, what is exciting about "being used" is being obedient and controlled, transcending your own ego and its selfish pleasures to be an instrument of someone else's will. That doesn't *have* to be a humiliating, demeaning, or degrading experience -- it can be an exhilarating and liberating one.

Being useful, in contrast, is something that most people do find pleasurable and rewarding -- slaves more than others. It is the sense of "right employment," of expending your life energies in a good and satisfying way. The joy of service is the feeling of having "made a difference" in some part of the world, however small.

When Masters think of a slave's service purely in terms of having him at Their beck and call to fulfill any whim or transient desire, They trivialize the slave's slavery and undermine his ability to continue that way of life. On the contrary: a case could be made that the main reason Masters even exist is to provide slaves with an opportunity to serve to the best of their abilities! Whether you accept that view or not, a Master who neglects or wastes a slave's talents is worse than a fool; it is a form of abuse as serious as physical harm or neglect.

Perhaps the greatest challenge for a Master is to determine how a given slave can best serve Him, and to reconsider the matter again and again as the slave grows, learns, and develops. This is not to say that any particular service should be beneath any particular slave -- we can all benefit from taking a turn at menial chores. Nonetheless, a slave needs to feel, overall, that he is fulfilling his potential for service, or he will not remain content in his slavery for long.

A young woman in a bath, breathing hard, exhausted, eyes red, soaking in water. Her hair is wet, her face is wet, from the bath or her own tears is unclear. Her hands unconsciously rub her nipples, very red, and she is smiling through a mood that leaves her unable to speak. A man slowly stands her up and begins to apply soap and lotion to her body. He holds her steady, firmly, she know she has no worry about falling. She is safe. He lowers her back into the water.

A voice is heard, a female voice, only barely controlled. She is on her stomach with a book, and sitting behind her, underneath her, is the man. She slowly slowly slowly rubs her pussy up and down his cock - not putting it in her, but just up and down it, parting her lips, and he glistens. She hesitates, and he swats her, hard - she gasps, loses her place, and again the hand, hard. She starts up again, learning control. He will read next.

Baby girls are intricate beings. They are full of puzzles, some more complex than others, but each one is a challenge the Daddy meets head on because it’s another opportunity for Him to show the depth of His love. The depth of His passion. Another chance to open up His baby girl a little more and expose more of her to the world and let her bathe in it. Another chance for Him to be her Hero. Her Champion, her Conqueror, her secret keeper and her Defiler.

His passion in the things He does to her reveals how very much He worships this bundle of light and joy He has been gifted with. In every way He touches her, whether it's harsh or sweetly, He's able to erase every single touch or caress that has ever glanced her body leaving ONLY the memory of His touch imprinted everlastingly on her skin. He becomes all she knows. All she remembers.

She becomes his little virgin again even as He fills her up and it's a prize that He gets to claim over and over again. And every night when she falls asleep being rocked next to His being she becomes closer and closer to being only and ever His. Being born from Him in this way. And in this way living solely to be his light.

I enjoy the BDSM MasterDaddy Relationship.

The relationship that exists between a Daddy and a baby girl is one that is so interwoven between the two, there is a merging of needs and wants and satisfactions that become the sustaining life force that is the Daddy/baby girl dynamic. Because there is so much focus that has to be concentrated and maintained this type of relationship tends to be very intense and often magnifies most basic emotions. In order for the baby girl to surrender and open herself up she has to trust that her Daddy can keep her cradled inside Him as she grows and heals and becomes. She has to know that because in order to fully give herself over to Him she has to be open and vulnerable and raw all the time. Knowing that her Daddy shields her exposed soul as He coaxes it’s beauty to radiate from within. As He loves her as she’s never been loved before. As He protects her with a fierceness known only by someone consumed with the passion and wisdom to Own and possess another person. A delicate little baby of a woman because as We know, Incest Has Nothing To Do With The BDSM Daddy \ little girl relationship.

I recently pondered this question: What makes a submissive/slave heart and this is what I came up with after searching myself.

One of the many unique things about being a submissive is that you can focus your development any which way you choose.No one should judge you for how you want to live your life (and if they do then they are the ones in the wrong). A slave heart wasn’t something you earned. It’s a part of you.

The submissive with the slave’s heart desires to give her/his heart as well as her/his submission to the Dominant. This type submission is complete and will carry over into everyday life, the power is always given no matter where the submissive is.

From here I can really simplify it and say that if you have a desire to serve completely in whatever capacity you find the most welcome in your life then you too have a slave heart.