This has nothing really to do with Dominance and submission…
And yet it may.
I feel soft again.
There was a part of me that had felt….hard? Maybe even slightly cynical? Maybe mulling over an imaginary hurt or two…
But the edges are smooth again.
And I feel warm, open,
Ad I like it very much.
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she waits. she reflects. her fingertips tremble with excitement. her breasts grow before her eyes. her legs wide. she will be easily accessed. a steady trickle of desire and lust distracts her. her heels spread her ass just enough. Physically she is a statue. Inside she is a burning fire. Heat lands deep within her stomach,radiates to her limbs, creates a soothing warmth between her thighs. Inside she is consumed with an aching need to please Him. A slight wave of fear washes over her..she reflects.
~ will she please Him and make Him proud~
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Being His means many things
To the blessed submissive
Of a worthy Dominant…
It means His treasure,
But she must be careful,
For a man who sees her
Only in light of how
She can satisfy
Is not a Dominant
But a cad
A figure of a man
I am a submissive
I am submissive
But I am worthy of the former
And the latter
Is not worthy of
I would travel many miles
For the Dominant.
I would not walk
Across a room
For the cad.
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He is gifted with words –
The ones he uses,
The ones he does not use.
He is sensual,
With a well-crafted presence.
His voice is deeply scuplted,
His looks heat-inducing,
His touch at once soothing and scorching.
He is a master at both creating and satisfying
He is skilled,
He is flattering,
He is just out of reach.
And he never pursues –
He is delicious
And he is his own first priority.
Beware the paper dominant.
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She examines each fold in the glass
Each hue, each blush, each strand of sleek hair
The curves that have tightened
The lines that have become leaner
The breasts that lift slightly higher
And she smiles
Breathing in the faint hint of feminine scent
Sliding each small foot into the shoes that scream sensuality
And whisper sex.
And she takes her small handbag on the way out the door
Knowing where she will arrive.
In minutes she is seated exactly where the light
Has the most subtle cast
A glass of white wine ordered
Ankles crossed and swept to the side
The demure, serene expression.
And just as she had planned
He is there.
She doesn’t have to turn her head
Or make a sound
Or call attention
Her body will do that
The understated sensuality
The illusion of nubility
He will turn his head
And he will notice
And he will stand.
She circles a small finger around the edge of the wine glass absently
And stifles the smallest of smiles
As she observes the tops of his shoes
Beside her table.
He offers his hand
And raises an eyebrow in question
And for just a moment
She forgets the unexplainable niggling of pain
And his reaction to her
Before the change in her reflection.
And despite his energy,
She sticks to the plan,
Sips the wine,
And softly says,
“No thank you, Sir.”
And then she walks away.
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Life has been a whitewater ride of transitions and decisions.
He has been still water
My mind has been a hit and miss
Of order and scattered pieces
He has been a voice of reason
My heart has been a waterfall of strength and fragility
He has held every drop in His hands
My consistency has been exasperatingly….inconsistent
He has been both patient and challenging
My fears have sometimes grabbed me from behind
He reminded me to be unafraid
My tears have fallen at times I did not expect them
He was quiet and present while I cried
My control of the details of my life has not always been in my grasp
He has taken it and crafted calmness from the chaos
Sometimes it has seemed so quiet
His voice excites me
Sometimes there is so much noise….too much noise
His same voice quiets my soul
I am overwhelmed with love
He deserves it
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“Stop covering that cute belly….that belly’s mine too.”
Those were Sir’s words to me after I sent him a photograph of a new set of bra and panties I had been bragging about.
The above photo is a pretty fair representation of the belly that belongs to Him, though it is not a picture of me. It isn’t perfect; it could use some ab exercises and bears the marks of having given birth more than once. But I still remember the first time I met Him, and we lounged in a jacuzzi sans clothing. He pulled me toward Him, then laid His hand on my belly and said “this belly is sexy.”
He probably had no idea how that felt to a woman without a six pack airbrushed torso.
My Sir sees beauty in all of me….because He sees ME.
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