Oh my soul, I feel such need, I am so desirous for a beating and that ritual that accompanies the act. Anticipating the presentation of myself to another and standing, waiting to be told to remove my trousers, anticipating the command to lower myself, literally and submissively, floods my body with lust. Wanting that slice of… Continue reading The Caning Craving
Hell and the damnation yelped at my young heels. Masturbation and perversion were all condemning my soul to the devil. My Father had bullied us into attending church. On, Sundays, I would see a woman, Agnes, in a black veil pray and say her rosary. My Father, chastised us with his belt and his bible.… Continue reading Agnes and St. Stephen unbound.
The girl I love is vanilla. She is adorably sweet and affectionate. She trusts me as I trust her and we respect one another. Those submissive urges that consume me are, currently, denied or repressed and I feel incomplete without indulging those desires. Within this vanilla relationship, I have explained those needs and asked that I… Continue reading A Submissive’s Sacrifice or A Vanilla Love to Enrich?
Everyday, I live with the conflict that being a submissive brings. When I wash, when I’m naked, when I’m on my own in the bathroom, I have time to consider my desires. Looking in the bathroom mirror, I see what the dominant longs to touch and to use. Now, for you, merciful dominant, guide and… Continue reading Washing away guilt
I am delighted to share my very first guest spot post, courtesy of the lovely Kayla Lords. Thank you Kayla! http://kaylalords.com/2017/01/cravings-needs-and-the-search-for-love-in-bdsm-guestpost/
The kites wing furls and curls, A twitch of the frame as a gust flips its edge, Light passes through its grey clear skin, Bobbing on the eddies, It dips and darts on a taught string. Tugging it to me, Holding on, Wanting to fly with her as she soars. The boy flies and climbs,… Continue reading Kite and boy reunited
Before, I needed someone who could comfort me in my pain or, perversely, inflict it. I sought both extremes. The comfort of love, sharing it to escape my grief, or the denial of myself through submission. In that submission, I could escape my grief through body chemical induced narcosis. The relationship I have with myself is being… Continue reading Relationships Revisited