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"You are Mine"

Wed, 22 May 2013 23:02:57 -0400

Oh it is such a delicious phrase, and frequently used at that, making Doms straighten their Domly backs and subs squirm on their knees.

“You are mine. I own your heart. I own you. Everything about you, everything you once were and thought you owned is mine. I own all of you, inside and out, every shred of clothing on your body, every hair on your head, every breath you take. You, on the other hand, have nothing. You do not own anything. No, those clothes are not yours, they are mine, unless I make them a gift. The house you live in is not yours, I allow you in it. You are mine. I may give you a home to live in, I may give you food to eat, I may allow you to take your next breath ……”

Now the first phrase may have had a few people squirming. But the last few sentences perhaps not so much. They are, of course, extremes. But they are also the essence of the ultimate commitment in D/s. The relationship usually associated with the titles Master and slave. But the principle holds equally true for many relationships between Dom and owned sub.

And let me be clear, even in ‘D/s circles’ on Tumblr one could get the impression that there is something wrong with such relationships, or the people who seek them, as if those who live it should be ashamed, are somehow lesser human beings. Complete and utter rubbish. Those who stigmatise others this way should be ashamed of themselves.

“You are Mine”

To many it is the most terrifying thought, to be so fully dependent on another’s good graces for basics such as food and a roof over their heads. To hand over control to another, so completely.

But I want to put this in a different perspective. When a sub or slave chooses this type of commitment, she hands over control of her life. All of it, no holds barred, no more negotiations. Without ever again asking for anything in return. Why would anyone go down that road of no return?

Because she trusts that her Master or Dom will provide her with everything she needs.

Make no mistake: when a woman wishes to make this commitment, to wear that final, permanent collar, with such covenants attached, it is the ultimate vote of trust, not consent to abuse.

Leaving aside her personal motivation for a moment, what a woman effectively says is this: ‘I trust you with my life, from here on I will not want (to own) anything because I trust you to provide me with everything I need. And I know that will be all I need, from now until forever.’ Yes.

“I am yours.”

Only the worst kind of man would betray that trust. The best kind of man accepts and cherishes the responsibility such ownership entails.

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“Be mine, he said, he asked,

i didn’t ask for more.” ~ cat / be-pleasing-always

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M.

Note: I write in a Male/female perspective, but do not wish to exclude other gender options. Please exchange gender indicators as applicable.

Halos

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:05:23 -0400

What good are halos anyway …
More likely to block the sun than shine its light …
My heaven is found in a grimier place …
Where the likes of you and the likes of me …
Find the commonest of ground …

All that self-constructed brilliance …
Left gladly on the ground to sparkle gamely …
As though it could reassemble at a word …
To make the charming angel charm again …
As that other world would have it …

But there is no other world now …
Mine is yours and yours is mine …
Cats that stalk the night and come to own it …

Strip the fraud away and leave no doubt then …
Of what is real beneath this gentle show …
A dirty little thing that shuns all pretense …
True angels need sweet devils …
To light their way …

fortheloveofasub: Simple Pleasures Oh we Doms do love our toys...

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:00:36 -0400

fortheloveofasub:

Simple Pleasures

Oh we Doms do love our toys and gadgets. It seems that every time I travel on the airlines my bags are overweight simply for all the goodies I feel compelled to pack for my Muse. After all, one cannot possibly leave home without at least one good set of cuffs, a collar, blindfold, flogger, crop, clothespins, rope, anal jewelry, and a Hitachi with a good long extension cord. And that is just the starter kit. Its no wonder my suitcase is always over 50 pounds, before I put the clothes in! I can only imagine that I populate some strange lists at the TSA.

Yet for all the fun and games we play with the goodies and toys, the most powerful and memorable moments are those where there is nothing involved but the two of us; Master and Muse. You see, it is the power of two minds at work in a D/s relationship that really set things on fire, not the toys.

My Muse often tells me that she likes not wearing a blindfold early in our scenes because she likes to watch the transition I undergo from loving companion to strong Dominant. She says there is a look in my eyes, a drop in my voice, a presence that overtakes me. When she sees and senses this change she instantly becomes her most submissive self. She describes it as a force, where she feels suddenly powerless, as though she has no control over what happens next. She even goes so far as to describe it as a touch of fear, though she knows deep inside there is nothing to fear whatsoever. But in this transition both of us go to a different place, often together, and neither knowing precisely where we will end up. It is this mystery and sense of the unknown that provides such intrigue and energy to our times together.

When I imagine or plan a scene carefully in advance and think through all the toys I intend to use and how I want to use them, the locations I want to try, or the outfits I want worn, things often feel forced or even contrived. Sometimes I would go so far to say it does not feel like actual Dominance at all but rather “playing the role” of a Dominant. Indeed, in a recent instance it felt as though I were trying to “act” dominant because it was expected rather than actually “being” Dominant because it was how I felt. In point of fact, nothing felt right at all in that scene or others over that timeframe. I was forcing it and it showed. It was all about the toys, locations and tricks as opposed to just being my Dominant self. And guess what? It didn’t go so well; for either of us.

Dominance and submission always seem to go best when I just go with the flow of a moment, time, place, or mood. When I follow my instincts and seize a moment I need no toys, ties or tricks. A measured look, a gentle but firm hand resting on an arm, neck or thigh, a softly uttered “suggestion” is all that is necessary to completely shift gears and effortlessly enter an enhanced state of Dominance and submission that we refer to as “High Formal Protocol.” Instantly, eyes are cast down, hands are crossed behind the back, legs parted, and a formal low tone of communication overtakes us. There is a fairly distinct size difference between my Muse and I but in these moments I seem to grow larger, more powerful and Dominant and she seems to shrink and become more vulnerable and submissive. It is a remarkable transition that some might characterize as Jekyll and Hyde-like and others might more lightly characterize as akin to the metamorphosis of a butterfly. But regardless, it is a remarkable change that takes us to a new place each and every time.

It is when we feed completely and unaided off the energy of one another that the magic truly happens. No need for ties or toys. The bondage is entirely psychological yet stronger than chains. A subtle word or gesture is all that is required to command. Submission and obedience is complete. Unassisted hands can do remarkable things producing pleasure, pain or manipulation. The mind is even more remarkable providing each the unshakeable will to Dominate and submit respectively and eagerly. The desire to please becomes overwhelming, each in our own way; failure or disappointment so unthinkable that we will do most anything for the other, to the other, with the other. Almost in an altered state, we do the amazing and unimaginable, sometimes even the unthinkable. Without force, without restraint, we act simply by force of will; the will to submit and the will to Dominante. We become equal and opposite complimentary forces. The stronger the force, the greater the attraction. And through that attractive force we collide, merge, and become one for a time. Two minds moving in perfect unison for common purpose. It is this elusive D/s bond that we continually seek and routinely achieve. And each time we do, it only serves to strengthen our overall relationship still further.

My Muse and I are not particularly stellar dancers, at least not the form of dancing that requires two people to move in coordinated fashion. But when we set our minds free, follow our own internal music, shut the world out and leave the toys behind, our minds take us on a dance unlike any other. Twisting and twirling, gyrating and pulsing, we never know where it will lead but we trust that it will always be new, different, powerful and exciting.

Once in a while it is good to forget the toys and the plans, the desires and demands, the preconceived responses and outcomes. Simple pleasures between Dominant and submissive are often the deepest, most intimate and intense pleasures of all.

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be-pleasing-always: “Now, dance for me,” he said. and so i...

Wed, 22 May 2013 21:35:26 -0400

be-pleasing-always:

“Now, dance for me,” he said.

and so i danced …

Your Wicked Ways You wanted to be … Because you’re just so not...

Wed, 22 May 2013 21:31:04 -0400

Your Wicked Ways

You wanted to be …
Because you’re just so not …

Villainous that is …

So gauche of me to notice …
Devoutly practiced wickedness …
Seemed the perfect charade …

Just destined to be found out …

But we both live the fantasy don’t we …
Of a darker us inside of us …
My innocence lost …
And yours never found …

Mischief become our shared stock and trade …
Yours just a different shade of deviant …
And though we despair …
The lust is oh so sweet …

Come chase me then …
My dearest love …
These demons were born to paint the sky of life …
As only lost souls can …

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Submerge … Lay prostrate at the gate of destiny...

Wed, 22 May 2013 21:05:57 -0400

Submerge …
Lay prostrate at the gate of destiny …
Know the caress of a thousand drops of rain …
Pooled to make this place of refuge …
Cold rescue from a colder fate …

Where the waters still …
Is the peace of all creation …
Conjured at a glance …
His glance …

There are no more transgressions here …
Only the bite of bitter truth …
And sweet surrender …

Submerge and be reborn …
To find a new face beneath a calmer sun …
Where the waves no longer crash in force …
And the arms of his watery net enfold you …

His authority is all …
So let it now surround you …
A pool so made to capture …
You must fall in …

A ritual may be mere symbol … but in those symbols you hear him...

Tue, 21 May 2013 21:16:39 -0400

A ritual may be mere symbol … but in those symbols you hear him call … come to me … I would make you Mine … be here with me … in peace at last … my gentle love …

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Real You want me to keep it real … well this is real … two...

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:45:03 -0400

Real

You want me to keep it real … well this is real … two bodies that really touch … two souls that see each other clearly … hungers that can’t be sated … hearts that beat together … hands that can’t let go …

I’ve had a relationship that was more dead than alive … I’ve had casual and meaningless … I’ve had painful and disappointing … and I’ve had a mental connection that woke me from a deep dark sleep …

And now I will have real … the deluge … sweet annihilation at his hand …

We will walk in the place where I never end and he never begins … where devils roam and angels laugh … together … in harmony …

A Warm Smile “A very warm smile.” That was his intro. Not the...

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:36:31 -0400

A Warm Smile

“A very warm smile.”

That was his intro. Not the most overtly seductive of come-ons. Just quietly to the point and gently flattering. So much him.

Then the charming interplay. Words poured from one restless mind to the other. A forgotten dance they both knew how to play. But somehow only with each other.

There was fear at first. The consternation of the lightening strike that spoils the picnic. He was everything she wanted and nothing she knew.

There was resistance too. So much tug and pull. Almost too much for a mind to bear. The demands of every learned behaviour against the deepest urges of the soul. In a fight to the death. He knew she could win. More decidedly than she knew it herself.

Through the dungeons of endless conversation and purged regrets. Through seedy encounters in strange places with countless strange men. All for him. And all for herself.

Trust the unknown. Trust the dark. Trust the command to forsake every stricture the world had ever used to fence her in. Trust him. Even when all logic urged retreat.

Was it obedience to him? Or obedience to the cravings of her own willful heart. Did it matter? He came to feed on the delights of her surrender just as much as she fed so greedily from the well of his relentless authority. The caring firmness she had never known. In return for the innocent gentle love she offered so eagerly in return. A sound bargain. A perfect joy.

And so she changed as a season changes. From winter with its blanket of protection and mask of ice. To glorious spring playing out the passions of a life delayed. To summer’s warmth. Talents found and feelings shared.

At last to gentle autumn. With the vulnerability of flowers long in bloom and leaves alive with colour. His harvest of life. Never meant for winter’s chill again.

It was a simple hello. Then he led her through the fire. To find it burning in her soul at the end. A reflected glow. And an ever fresh beginning.

At last there was a plane ride. New hellos and the final barriers of distance to be overcome. A new kind of dance crafted from the old. Awkward steps grown easier each day.

There was calm then. The peace of the known. True acceptance. Perfect understanding in perfect silence. Wind racing through their hair in the warm night air.

And then she finally saw it. Reflected back.

A very warm smile.

I believe in your eyes … Drilling in hard through the pores of...

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:28:59 -0400

I believe in your eyes …
Drilling in hard through the pores of my skin …
Their heat …
Their power …

I believe in the limitless depths they profess …
And the effortless dreams they inspire …

I believe in your eyes …
Asking and answered their questions assaulting ….
My eyes …
My heart …

I believe in the darkness that festers inside …
And the light that shines forth even so …

I believe in your eyes …
Rivers of life that I ride like a bird on the wing …
Flying high …
Flying free …

Gentle droplets … Streaming down my face … Caressing my skin...

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:26:04 -0400

Gentle droplets …
Streaming down my face …
Caressing my skin …

The touch of life …
Finds me wide awake …
Dreaming out loud …

Let me stand here forever …
Knowing You’ll join me …
Lost in the deluge …
Most fully alive …

The slave that seeks and strives out of pure instinct … despite...

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:21:22 -0400

The slave that seeks and strives out of pure instinct … despite stubbornness … past humiliation … against all fear … in cold hard reality … but also with the hope of one willfully foolish …

And the Master who understands …

One’s reflection is often distorted by life … Overly lofty...

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:19:59 -0400

One’s reflection is often distorted by life …
Overly lofty expectations …
Society’s perceptions …
Hard experience …

But when the water stills …
It all becomes clear again …
Stark blinding beauty …
Returned in perfect relief …

As it always was …
And ever will be …

A deep voice caresses my brain … Power envelops my soul .....

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:17:43 -0400

A deep voice caresses my brain …
Power envelops my soul ..
Deeper I fall into bliss …
Caught on the wind there with you …
Give me your hands and your body …
Trapped so I cannot escape …
Held in the tightest of bondage …
Where heaven and hell both await …

Vulnerability and Dominance Since discovering D/s I have spent a...

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:14:00 -0400

Vulnerability and Dominance

Since discovering D/s I have spent a lot of time working through what I thought it was going to mean for me … trying to understand my motivations and what I would get out of it …

However … I have always thought to some degree as well about the other side of things … trying to understand what D/s means for the Dominant …

And now that I have come to a better feeling for my own place in this … it is that other side that is beginning to preoccupy my mind more and more …

And a few thoughts have recently come to me … where I can imagine some of the things that I do for him in return for what he does for me …

Society imposes roles on women AND men … forcing us to wear masks that allow us to show only parts of ourselves … squeezing us into uncomfortable clothes that may work in some respects but not others …

Women … for example … are not allowed to be carnal … dirty … slutty … honestly sexual … because if you allow that side of yourself to be seen you are a slut … a whore … fallen and disgraced … even in the “sexually liberated” society we have now it is still true … those judgements have never really gone away … we may get to do the deed more freely now … but we still have to take the labels if we dare to claim that right …

But in a true D/s relationship you can finally strip that away … all those labels just become additional terms of love and regard … he takes it all … values it all … loves it all … cares for it all … you can be the gentle …. caring … giving woman you always were … a lady … and a whore at the same time … he will still find you beautiful …

Men … on the other hand … are not allowed to be weak … gentle … kind … generous … vulnerable … that would make them subject to their own labels … wimp … pussy … and so on … so instead of decency and integrity you so often just get macho …

The Dominant male does have an advantage … for him the masculine stereotype part does come a little more easily because it is his nature to be confidant and secure … it is as natural for Him to “be a man” … in the best sense of that word … as it is generally natural for a submissive woman to “be a lady” … but he is still human … and a soft vulnerable part will most often still lurk inside … that has no way to properly express itself in safety …

So from the Dominant’s standpoint D/s can provide him that window into that other part of himself … allowing him to be a more whole and complete human being as well … the sacrifice of a willing … giving … compliant woman not only allows him to tower over her the way a man wants to … devouring her … consuming her … owning every part … it is also a lesson in love … reminding him that vulnerability is strength … and that true power can only be shared when both parties open themselves to every possibility … pushing the limits … tearing down the walls … crashing through every boundary … to find the true people inside in a pure and perfect light …

Both angelic and demonic all at once … strong and vulnerable at the same time …

We make it safe to be our real selves through D/s … in our acceptance of each other … in our celebration of each other … in our totally open and honest love for each other …

I’ve been thinking about the various things that drew me to this...

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:04:19 -0400

I’ve been thinking about the various things that drew me to this lifestyle …

And one was freedom from fear …

I don’t even mean fear of pain or abuse or being used … all of those fears can be real enough … but the biggest fear is fear of self …

It is a terrible thing to run from who you are … without really knowing you’re doing it or even knowing why …

To be freed from that self-imposed trap is like breathing in … cool clean air for the first time in your life …

I don’t fear who I am any more … my daytime self is the same as she ever was … but all the filthy things I crave are just as true and just as worthy … all a part of me … and I can live them without shame or regret …

That is liberty …

Don’t ever think I don’t really dream of this … your hand in my...

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:01:30 -0400

Don’t ever think I don’t really dream of this … your hand in my hair … the privilege of your delicious cock … and those ARE my words … flowery or not it is how I think AND feel … the chance to savor every inch … explore it entirely … learn your reactions … find those little things that please you most …

I do wonder why it is so important to you to MAKE me beg … because to me real devotion and real obedience are inspired not forced … you don’t have to tell me to want your cock or coax the desire out of me … it is there … it is primal … and it is voracious … just let it be …

It is hard to look at what men really are … underneath … but...

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:59:19 -0400

It is hard to look at what men really are … underneath … but better the honest demon than the fool who tries to hide … love is only real when it can even survive the terrible …

One

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:31:36 -0400

This is also very old … from the first week or so that I was blogging … I wasn’t sure of anything then … and yet somehow I still knew … what it was I was doing and why …

Crawl for me … kneel for me … submit to me …
Let me strip you bare my love … show your inner soul …
Be your basest most animal self and show her to me …
Let me control her … let me direct her … let me have her …

Stand for me … think for me … do to me …
Take what I am and revere it … possess this most precious of things …
Be your basest most animal self and show him to me …
Let me serve him .. let me trust him … let me hold him …

But who is the master and who then the slave?
Who needs who more?
One gives and one takes … one takes and then gives …
One kneels and one rules … two dancers at play …
But both souls are caught …
Each feeding the other … dependent my love …

In my willing sacrifice I may bind you so tight …
The earth cannot break it ..
Strong winds will not shake it …
All new suns will see it …til suns are no more …
And stars in the sky shift their place …

Still will I crawl for you … still will you rule …
Still will I kneel for you … my soul as your own …
Still will our animal selves breathe together …
Blending as one …
Still will we dance then … true partners my love …
Caught up as one …

Was backing up my blog and came across this little offering … from the first week that I was...

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:26:22 -0400

Was backing up my blog and came across this little offering … from the first week that I was blogging … so almost two years old … thought it might warrant a repeat …

Did I say I want you to fuck me?

Not softly … never that! Your passion has to burn … make me feel your need …

Take me on that table or rape me on that chair … in the sun or in the dark I cannot care …

Bend me over … sideways … all ways … and if it hurts then better still …

For how else can I know you’re there … but with your cock alive for me … your beast aroused and wild …

Deeper … faster … harder … more …

Throb inside me … groan and thrust … everything I am aches to take you …

Your place is inside me … cum dwell with me there … our bodies connected and free …

So fuck me my love … for real and for keeps … every nerve in your body … that strength that I crave …

Take me and fuck me … surrendered before you … take me and fuck me again …

Over and over … I will feel you and breathe you … touch you as no one else can …

But not softly … never that! Please fuck me …