I’ve posted this before, but not on this blog. I want to have it here. Don’t read on if you find sex, or intimacy, or the connection of love to the foregoing frightening or offensive. You’ve been warned.
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As I fall back next to you, I’m still shaking, convulsing involuntarily as the throes of my orgasm subside. I am exhausted, physically and emotionally spent in the aftermath of our torrid coupling. I turn to see that you share in my current state, lying still next to me but for the quick rise and fall of your chest as you fight to catch your own breath, your beautiful face flushed, your soft skin glowing with a sheen of perspiration generated by our fevered pace. Your eyelids are fluttering a bit, but still closed. I know from experience they will remain so for a few more precious moments as you regain your bearings.
I turn on my side to face you, reaching out to you with my right hand, gently brushing my fingertips from the hollow at the base of your throat where sweat has begun to pool, tracing down your heaving chest, between your full breasts, finally allowing my hand to come to rest on your tummy just above your pubic tangle. I am at peace.
I know you often wonder what stirs such passion in me; why my physical need of you is so inexhaustible. The answer is simple— you cannot possibly imagine the bliss I experience in moments such as this; the joy I feel in lying naked beside you, knowing that you are sated and completely contented, witnessing all tension gone from your face, from your body that I adore, because of the orgasms that I have been able to give you; the shuddering, breathless releases that my hands, my mouth, and my cock have helped to generate in you. My greatest moments as a man, aside from the birth of our children, consist of my successful conquests of you - those times when we have melded our bodies and, seemingly, our minds and souls, and shared in explosions of passion that will forever be etched in my memory.
I consider myself a relatively articulate beast; but, despite my efforts, I know that I will never be able to express myself as fully as you might like in conversation. That is simply not the way of my cave-man forebears. To the extent you’re not already aware, it is through the physical demonstration of my passion for you that I most clearly convey the depth of my love. It is the only medium through which I can truly and accurately express the emotion I feel toward you. It is not a conscious choice, selecting physical over verbal expression; I am hard-wired for it. For me, that fact rings as naturally true as it may seem alien or contrived to your feminine psyche. For this same reason, I suppose, it is also at these times that I sense you are closest to me, and that I am most loved by you.
I know it may run afoul of the movies you’ve seen, the books (certainly the magazines) you’ve read, and the general conditioning you experienced growing up, but here is another truth I perceive on this topic— the level of complete abandon, even depravity, that we allow ourselves to experience together bears a direct correlation to the love we feel for one another. This may seem counterintuitive on the surface, but at a base, guttural level, don’t you know it to be true? Is the depth of our love and the trust in which we hold each other ever demonstrated more completely than through our respective willingness to do literally anything that would bring the other the greatest pleasure?
In the moments that you open and give yourself over to me completely, unashamedly baring your body and soul and exposing the depths of your most decadent desire, I know, without question, the extent of your feelings toward me. By your feral display of passion, you affirm in my own terms, and at my most base level, that you trust me, that you desire me— that I am your man. I know no greater joy.
Understand this— I derive my greatest pleasure from knowing, seeing and feeling the pleasure I give you. There is no boundary I can conceive that I would not gladly breach to satisfy your desires; no fantasy you can imagine that I would bear to see unfulfilled. I love you, I trust you, and I need your love and trust in return. I feel all of those things most directly when we are naked, sharing our bodies and minds, surrendering ourselves to each other. These are the reasons I crave the physical aspect of our love, the underlying basis for my carnal obsession with you.
As I rest my hand on your still-shuddering tummy, reaching with my other to brush the hair from your perspiring forehead before placing a gentle kiss there, and as I say “I love you,” understand that I am telling you all of this, and so much more.
![be-pleasing-always:
On guilt and the right to choose
In their search and explorations a submissive is often told she is depraved, sick, a twisted mind. Sadly the last thing she needed to hear, because more often than not that is exactly what she’s been telling herself all along. That submission is wrong.
But it’s not. This is not a ‘disorder’, a sick, depraved mind, but simply a human being who is wired differently from the norm. Why not see this submissive as simply a selfless, giving human being who needs someone to receive her gift?
It is perhaps easier to understand a man’s need to dominate a woman than it is to understand a woman’s need to serve. After all, we’ve been fighting for women’s rights for centuries.
But this the ultimate in women’s rights. Just like a woman is entitled to say no, she is also entitled to surrender her choices to another, voluntarily. It’s the freedom to choose, which allows me to serve another’s need above my own.
And it is that same right, that same hard-fought freedom that allows me to choose his bonds, his dominion, as my home. And my choice to fulfill this need to please, always.
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©words: cat / be-pleasing-always
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![herliege:
The greatest beauty of all.
I was talking to someone about this recently. And my response to a novice Dom reminded me yet again.
It should be so obvious. You do not search for a woman to dominate. You search for a woman who wishes to submit. Someone who wants, needs, desires with all her heart to kneel in front of you and offer her surrender, because you are the right person to receive it.
I never told Cat to kneel, obey, submit or surrender. I was, however, honoured to be the recipient of everything she had to give. The greatest beauty of all, complete surrender, freely given into a safe pair of hands.
M.
be-pleasing-always:
i was never told to kneel
never ordered to obey
i offered my surrender
my body, heart and soul
and so they remain,
dedicated to the ties
that bind us both,
my life given wholly and
happily, at his feet.
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© words cat / be-pleasing-always
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