The theme for the month of Fenruary is:
"Finding yourself through BDSM"
dave
You may submit it to me by pm in the forum email.
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The theme for the month of Fenruary is:
"Finding yourself through BDSM"
dave
You may submit it to me by pm in the forum email.
My humble offering.
Yearnings
The yearning was there from an early age
My life a book with so many an unwritten page
Dark desires clouding my mind
The answers seemingly so hard to find
Back then it wasn’t talked about
And societies laws when you played you would flout
Ashamed I hid these lusts of mine
Yet somehow knew they were God’s design
Alone for so long in the desert I wandered
And when I found people like me the time wasn’t squandered
An oasis I found - there were others who wished to be bound
And who loved the cracking whip's sound
Like a super nova I blossomed burning bright as could be
People around me saw the change - that I was free
Their envy was plain to see - me free of my pain
The reason I was drew their disdain
I laughed at them then and still do now
I’m free to be me who I am and how
Whole and complete a sexual being
My experiences and choices completely freeing
WAITING
dreaming,
hoping,
wishing,
lying across your lap,waiting,
waiting--
I can not help
but feel the fabric
of your dress,
gently rubbing,
rubbing,
rubbing between the legs
of my naked body.I become hard,
waiting,
You haven't even spanked me yet,
haven't even touched me yet,
but I'm tantalized,
knowing that you will give me what I want,
or maybe not what I want
but what I need,
what I crave \
Maybe then,
I will be able to be alone again,
and not be lonely.
I tense up asyour hand
caresses my bare bottom.
You momentarily make me forget
that you are not here as a masseuse,
that your dress is not a towel
as I begin to leak from the caresses
of the dress between my legs.
I begin to apologize,
but you shush me by saying
that is precisely what you intended,
for me to lose control
lying across your lap,
waiting,
waiting,
and I so desperately need
to lose control
of my body,
of my emotions,
Now,completely relaxed,
I await the spanks,
hoping that you will not stop
until my eyes are far wetter than your lap.
You raise up your hand
while I am waiting,
waiting for it to fall on my bare bottom,
waiting for my emotional release,
waiting for me to trust you,
waiting for me to trust myself,
waiting....
FREEZE!
Until I know you,
I will not know me.
darkness rises
Too tame,
the stolen kisses,
hands up thighs
awakened with the tides
or cracking voice and fuzzy chin.
Too tame,
not far enough,
til hand met ass,
a reddened mark,
a gasp. From her?
From me!
To take,
to tease,
to tantalize.
Slap
stroke
and slap again.
Until the virgin
orgasm
of pleasured pain awoke
a blinding darkness.
The words unknown,
learned later.
But oh the fevered joy
of touching,
teasing,
owning,
with a Master's measured
hand.
My Special Place
Depression fills my mind and sole,
the pain builds and takes it tole.
Seems like there is no escape now,
but then i find it you ask but how?
Through the ropes i feel the inescapable treasure,
that seems to be my only true desire and pleasure.
For to follow the ropes is a place i find myself,
through the pain and glory of pure punishment itself.
It carries me to a place i know all pain will die,
with each stroke i again will soon be able to fly.
On the wings of true passion and lust i will go,
through endorphins that run through me and flow.
i fly so high all emotions and pain renders gone,
and i purr and i moan as if singing a love song.
For i reach my special place in my troubled mind,
that makes all problems disappear and impossible to find.
A place of serenity peace full of love and contentment,
where i feel no hate mental pain or others condemnment.
A place that most people would truly fear and run from,
for they have no idea why only it is here i must come.
They don't feel the pain and sorrow i feel each day,
a pain so deep that even words can not describe or say.
But without the pain i go through to find my special place,
Each second each moment each hour each day i could not face.
Through my Master strong skillful loving hands and cane,
i will live my life the way i do so i will never go insane.
For without subspace i will not last one more day or mend,
as it is the one place i go so i will never face the end.
Sated
French vanilla kisses
Never seemed enough
I was lost simple sweet tastes
Whipped dreams unfound.
Dark chili chocolates,
Hot burning spice
A sensual challenge
At last I find fulfillment