Out of shower, singing blues, he dries his weary body. Wrapping the towel around him and heading for the bedroom, he hears her singing, "His" song ....

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The light in the room, candles every where ...

there before him, Daddy's little girl,

stretched out, spread open, moaning, cooing his song.

Her supple flesh, caressed by satin beneath,

and the moving glow of flames above,

her tiny form, undulating hips, legs splayed wide ...

her hurried hands upon her ... within her.

With labored breath, needful eyes wild,

she smiles him forth ... to watch his baby play.

Standing, close enough to smell her sweet aroma,

feel the heat of her lustful heart, her stifled breath,

hear the sinews of her drenched, swollen, wanton, sex ...

engulf a forceful hand.

A hiss screams from within her mind ...

"Oh, Daddy ..... fuck me now, please!!!

Arms thrown wide, gripping sheets,

she fucks the air, his cock removes the towel for him ...

and he's weary no more.

~

Through a slow, deliberate, approach ...

his body covers hers.

A handful of hair, jerks her head sideways,

his tongue finds her neck, tracing to a tiny ear ...

he whispers, "Now little girl, you'll let Daddy play."

Biting into her neck, holding her with his teeth,

his arms slide firmly over hers,

to grip her hands, as her sex continue to fight his weight ...

hungrily seeking his cock to fill her wanton hole.

With a single stab ... he rips her open,

feeling her screams, her demands, her pleas ...

her cervix forced firmly into her mind.

Grinding savagely into her,

bruising that unyielding orifice, with all his strength ...

he releases her neck to find her eyes, in is.

Staring deep within each other, with salacious need,

wanton awareness of each, they float through fire,

as their thrusts begin.

~

Violent, animalistic growls emitted through dry lips,

accompany her cries, through the hexing breath ...

of her constant climax.

The sound of colliding hips, and the wet, slurping ...

rhythmic song of continued slamming thrusts,

into her swollen, warmth ...

he feels her powerful gush, that flood of freedom,

drenching his thighs, his belly, his balls.

Forcing himself forward, driving them across the bed,

violently throwing her against the headboard,

he forces himself, with all his strength, deep ...

he swells, he loses himself, causing her such sweet pain ...

as he explodes, eyes still locked, he screams ...

through staccato breaths, laden with stuttering spasms ...

"Daddy's girl, Daddy's slut, My sub, My slave, My woman ...

My love ... owns ... this ... mans' ... soul."

~

Falling into her, rolling deftly over,

still deep, she holds him impaling her,

their eyes never apart ...

they drift, in the tears she sheds for him, for her.

She rides him softly, cumming and squirting,

and shuddering, and hexing, and smiling, and crying ...

as she always does, deep into the night.

Always amazed he is, in their love, and lust.

Even exhausted, in an endorphin induced high ...

she keeps him perpetually hard ...

through a radiance that he loves more than life itself.

As she falls, into blissful space,

lying upon her Sir, exhausted, content, complete ...

they drift into slumber ...

caressed by their love,

and the candles that burn on through the night.

Lust comes and goes ... it builds us with expressed import.

It grants stature, it grants words of desire,

it provides purpose, and solace, and sensual satisfaction.

Lust assures needs sated, through emotion and support ...

love, and the lust that holds it sound, feels no anguish;

until life comes around.

Lust hides, when reality kicks in, and life ...

raises its' prickly chin, to defy happiness, and comfort.

Is it love, does it breath, does it live ...

when it fails to persevere?

No, for lust laughs at love,

until it cowers as life stands tall ...

while love, welcomes lust ...

throughout life ... throughout all.

Delicate wrists and ankles, covered in leather ...

stretch arms, and legs, wide ... available, mine, she is.

Laying a dozen white roses upon her supple belly ...

I go about stripping one petal at a time,

from each thorny stem.

Letting them float softly down, beauty upon beauty ...

their caress as they land, on her belly, her breast, her lips ...

causes her her hips to grind, her voice to moan ...

needfully desiring more.

The last rose intact, I lower myself upon her,

forcing my cock deep, as I roll the thorny stem up her body.

Punctures here and there, bring crimson droplets forth.

Kissing and licking each tiny wound, I taste her lust ...

as she moans her passionate song.

Our noses almost touching, eyes possessed for the others' ...

I force a thorn into my finger, and squeeze the blood forth.

Laying it upon her lips, she sucks hungrily as we crush petals ...

between bodies, fragrant with rose, fragrant with sex.

Grabbing her throat while thrusting into her,

we collide in a kiss so forceful, bruising's inevitable.

As I suck in her lower lip, biting it into my mouth ...

our eyes meet, and lock ... as I cum ...

while tasting my blood, upon her lips ...

I float into lascivious bliss.

Collapsing next to my girl, covered in silken petals,

I lay one white rose, viciously pure, across her breasts ...

and my worshiping eyes, upon ... within ... hers.

The white oak stands in January, surrounded by live oak ...

it chose this season,

to show it's colors.

Brilliant gold, and orange ...

alone in the wood.

It's leaves fall as fast as they turn.

Surrounded by many, always green ...

alive ...

it's lonely in its place.

The cold makes it so.

The dry, makes it cold.

Who’d have thought it would be crowded at the beach!?!? I was surprised to find that many people at the beach at 1145 PM on a rather cloudy and damp New Years Eve. Mostly couples were there, and kids setting of fireworks … but I like to think the single people walking by were purging their 2009 pain as well. There were parties everywhere, interspersed with couples lying together talking, and singles studying the sea, the sounds, and the darkened horizon. It was a good place for me.

I checked my phone several times as I sat on the dune staring out into the waves … thinking there might be a text asking what street I was at, or a call saying “I’m on 528 and will be there soon’ ... but I smiled for my silliness, as she was never one to give in to my wants. As I sat looking over the ocean, I imagined her there at the dungeon; kneeling, or bent, or bound, or perhaps even with a reddened ass courtesy of the DM … laughing, hugging, flirting, smiling seductively at everyone … knowing without a doubt; that she was in her element, her place, where she desired to be, where she was happy, and content.

And I … I was at a place of peace, and celebration; where the land met the sea, beneath a full moon, deciding on the next path to take. With the stroke of twelve … I looked to that brilliant cloud surrounded orb and smiled, thanking the gods for strength anew, and the understanding that lessons learned painfully, are learned well. I know we’ll each be fine, and will welcome her into my arms whenever I can. But for the first time since our ending, without tears … I smiled wide tonight, free of falsity. Standing, I smiled to the North, and to the West, and took a picture of that splendid moon, and its importance to all who stood with me in that place of peace.

Now it’s time to savor my scotch, with some Van Morrison, and Gibran … dream well, all.

To all, I raise my glass, Smiling, as my soul is once again, whole. Happy New Year

Mo anam an leabhar seo, le íse a stánaigh grá … fíor.

I've struggled in my life, to put my finger on the reasons why I haven't found one to satisfy my list ... introspection is not alien to me, and I understand my humanity. I've given all of the dynamics a try, and never quite understand why the same faults are found regardless of the venue. I've found those looking to be rescued ... from their past, from their doctrine, from their dark place, from their choices. I've found those more interested in my wallet, or lack thereof; than my heart, my strength, or my honor. I've found those just looking for kink, or pain, or role-playing, without ever seeing that in doing so they hide from themselves ... unable to offer anything whole to one of character, and conviction. I've met, and loved, and led ... but never felt loved, never known something as true as that spiritual purity found in the knowledge of being unconditionally loved. I know she's there, I know I'll find her ... I know that I'll find one good, simply honest, and she'll truly choose me ... as her life-mate, her lover, and her Dom.

Time is relentless ... fleeting, and every minute I have these thoughts, are minutes that I should be giving to her. Perhaps, answering her thoughts on why?

Impatient lust, hears no logic ... an impatient heart ... hurts for the logic of virtue held safe.

As they reached the bottom of the hill, beauty noted the stream running along the dirt road, and followed it’s route forward to a nondescript little white farmhouse and small red barn. A large Chestnut tree in the front yard held an old tire swing; perhaps hung for the previous owners’ grandchildren as her Master had just acquired the property from an estate auction from a 90 year widow’s passing. The house was a small two story with a large front porch and a couple of rocking chairs. A side entrance with another small porch faced the barn; which although sound, needed a fresh coat of paint. The stream that led them here actually ran up to the barn where it was dammed for a water wheel which turned slowly in the unseen current.

As they pulled up next to the house, she glanced at his face and saw the satisfaction … his life had taken him from such a place. As a pawn in the urban and suburban existence he had come to accept as his destiny; he continuously longed for a home far away from convention, a home where he could live his life as he wanted without the requirements thrown on him from associations and governments, without the eyes of judgmental busybodies and nosy neighbors, without the noise of the streets, without the obligations of business partners or customers … “This life, even though seasonal, will make us stronger”, he had told her, “Beauty, the freedom and escape we’ll have will allow us to recapture the passion and appreciation for each other that we embraced when first we met”. She was moist in anticipation of such, and had been for weeks. As he stepped out of the car and breathed deeply, she asked, “Are we home Sir?”, “Not yet, my darling, we’ve got to cleanse ourselves” he smiled. She moistened even more………….

He walked around the dusty car and opened her door, offered her his hand, and gently helped her up. “Let’s remove our clothes and enter our home free of our current selves, I’ve arranged for a new wardrobe to be delivered for you. One box should be red with today’s date on it. Put it on and meet me in the barn.” He ordered. She undressed as he watched, wanton desire in his eyes made her blush a little. He smiled at this and caressed her hair, grabbing a handful as she peeled out of her skirt and pulling her to him for a slow, solid kiss … “Undress me Beauty”, he said, “Slowly”. She gladly obliged. The heat was letting up now as the sunset neared, still it was hot and they both glistened in sweat as she deliberately delayed on each shirt button … Kneeled slowly in the dirt, coyly smiling up at him, as she methodically untied each of his shoes and rubbed her head against his rock hard groin; she pleased him. Her submission had always been his strength, now, here; it was amplified.

After removing his shoes and socks, she firmly ran her hands up his inner thighs to caress his straining crotch. She slowly undid his belt, slowly pulling it off his jeans while wrapping it around her neck … he naturally gripped and tightened the belt a little as she unbuttoned, unzipped, and freed his fully engorged cock from it’s denim restraint. Slowly pulling the jeans down over his sweaty ass, she caressed his calves as he stepped out of one pant leg then the other. He pulled harder on the belt now, constricting her neck as he pulled her mouth over his boxer briefs … she removed his underwear with her mouth to reveal his manhood, “Stronger than it’s been in years”, she thought; “Perhaps it’s the fresh air”, he said, making her think he could read her mind. “But then, it could be that I’ve not been so totally alone with you before. She dutifully lifted his balls and blew cooling air between them and his thighs as his raised his head to the setting sun, and smiled in the joy of her service. “Now go put your dress on and nothing else, Beauty”, he ordered as he turned to walk away. She kneeled there for a moment, watching him walk towards the barn, naked, fully erect, and damp with sweat … As the red sunset blended into the barn in need of a fresh coat she was no longer just moist with desire, but dripping. She rose, turned to enter the house, and stole one more glimpse of her Master’s fine ass as he entered the barn.

The house was surprisingly comfy inside, the side door entered through a mud room into a large kitchen, rough hewn hardwood everywhere, floors, cabinets, ceilings, and doors. A small table and chairs set next to a bay window overlooking a small green pond with a single weeping willow behind the house. She walked in to the living-room and saw a pile of boxes on the sofa, an over-sized Victorian done in crimson velvet and Mahogany, a matching chaise, a few matching tables and a single wooden rocker with ottoman was all else in the room. She grabbed the red box, verified the date; and quickly opened it … Inside was a simple, pale-rose, cotton sun-dress; delicate straps held an elastic bodice section gathered in what she was certain, was a size too small … He had been riding her pretty hard about her diet, “Guess I should of listened” she though as she had to pull, and squeeze, and push her full, damp breasts into a position, that … “Oh my, they look awesome” she thought as she turned to look in the mirror. The dress gathered her breasts beautifully, hid her voluptuous (Rubenesque he’d say, fat she’d think) lower body as it fanned out from the bottom of the bodice. She looked for shoes, but remembered his “nothing else” order, and headed barefoot to her Master.

The sun had all but set, the faint light of dusk lit the path to the barn and was allowing her to see a flickering glow through the opened double door. As she neared, she could hear faint music accompanying a mechanical noise she couldn’t quite identify. The music was coming from an old Motorola radio on a shelf over a workbench strewn with rusting tools and dusty boxes, Bad Company’s “Feel Like Making Love” crackling out the antique … the light was dim and unstable from the Kerosene lanterns hanging here and there, but bright enough for her to see him standing about 20 feet above her on the beam spanning the room. “Stay there darling, I’ll be right down”, he said, and with those words he placed his bare foot on a small clevis hook and lowered himself down from the loft on an antique block and tackle from the ceiling. He grabbed her hand, almost giddy and said;”Come, you won’t believe this … This was a mill of some kind and it still works, the damn creates a pool that’s all shale lined and deep”. She noted that he was no longer sweaty and his hair was wet, he had already gone swimming. Looking around the small stone-walled room they entered, she saw the wooden gears and shafts turning together in a motion that immediately made you stop and study. The click-clack, whirring, whining machine was all wood, and although old, still perfectly efficient.

Master opened an undersized door behind the mechanism, took her by the hand, and led her down the shale steps into the cool water … Her dress floated around her waist, the water felt wonderful as he pulled her down on top of him. He smothered her with kisses, thanking her for coming with him, granting him her life and love, she felt him harden against her leg and quickly clutched his cock with her hand to which he said, ” later pet, come, let’s play … I’ve got more to show you!!!”. He helped her up the steps and back into the barn where he twirled her free into the middle of the room … Studying the water flying in a circle off her dress and hair … Admiring her simple dress, wet and clinging to that body which at once could stir his soul. “I want you to put these on” he said, as he tossed a pair of leather suspension cuffs on the floor at her feet. She knelt, and did as she was told. He approached, shackled each cuff to a wooden rod that in turn was shackled to the clevis. He told her grab the bar as he pulled the slack off the block and tackle until her arms were sufficiently over her head to make her stand on her toes. “Ahhh, Beauty, we’re almost home now”, he whispered as he ran the back of his hand down the underside of her arms to her breasts where he tilted his head and studied her hardened nipples through the cool damp fabric that barely concealed them. He pinched them firmly between his fingers and squeezed hard, she shuttered, sighed, and lowered her head; to which he commanded, “No lowered head tonight, my dear. Hold the bar tight and observe.” With that he raised her into the loft.

As she was hoisted into the air she peered into the darkness above her which seemed to illuminate as she rose. Once clear of the beams, she came to a halt and through dimmed lanterns and globed candles saw what surely was the most romantic setting she had ever encountered. “Master, it’s wonderful”, she called down to him … “Thank you”, he whispered in her, startling her as she didn’t hear him climb the ladder into the loft and walk the beam to be close to her, “hold tight” he repeated and raised her high enough to slam the floor doors shut underneath her before lowering her onto the floor.

She stood on her toes with arms extended over her, smiling at the sight in front of her. The loft was easily 2000 square feet with 30 foot ceilings, a large brass and wrought iron bed; entangled in silks of amber, white and pale-rose went from the floor to the ceiling some 30 feet over-head, commanded her view at the far end of the loft. Candles in lamps, and under globes, adorned tables and chests. To the right of the bed, an antique love seat sat next to a folded linen, room divider which offered privacy for a toilet, sink and claw footed tub surrounded by dozens of blooming Iris and Daylilies. A huge mahogany armoire to the left of the bed stood open. It’s contents were cut flowers, and wine, and fruit, and small gifts wrapped in foil and ribbon. On the bed; satin linens and over-sized pillows presented a carefully placed silk kimono of crimson and gold surrounded by carefully tossed White Rose petals. “I wanted to make it comfortable while we’re redoing the house”, he said as he wiped her tears with his thumbs. “I’m glad you like it”, he whispered through a kiss to her shoulder. “Now turn around and see something special”, he said, as he spun her quickly.

Behind her it was dark, she peered into the area behind her as he walked away … When he struck the match to light the lantern, her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open. “Our play room, Beauty … welcome home”, he said. There in front of her were all of their toys, a rack, a spanking bench, a cage, and even a stockade. Adorning the wall were crops, and floggers, and paddles, and canes; both new and old. Another armoire was open to display cuffs and shackles, dildos and plugs, masks, and gags, and clips in a dozen different sizes and shapes. But most imposing was a large granite table with straps was in the center of the room; it had arm and leg restraints, and a small leather head restraint and contoured head support. “This” he said, “took some doing. I played hell getting this delivered and set up. And regretfully Darling, we’ll have to use battery power until the electrical service is in.” With that, he bent down and lifted a large square wooden box and placed it on the table. “Now it’s time to cleanse us of the city baby”, he grinned as he opened the box to reveal an antique EMS system.

He walked over to her, kissed her underarms lightly, and lowered he arms to her sides. Releasing her from the cuffs, he led her to the table. “Remove your dress”, he commanded, “and lay on the table, beauty.” Tonight, the pain you’ll suffer me will be internal strife and struggle, you will not cum until I allow it, and when I allow it, you will cum with such force that you’ll not be able to stand!!!”, he smiled. She struggled to get out of her wet dress, and shuddered as she felt the cold surface of the table under her ass. As she lay, he slowly and methodically strapped each ankle high enough to force her knees up and legs apart. He then strapped each of her wrists so that her arms were bent, palms facing up. Without saying another word, he spread lube on each side of her dripping labia and pressed a contact pad on each side, lube was applied to her clit where he, in typical fashion, allowed the clip to slip off his finger, snapping closed on her clit hood, pinching her painfully, “Sorry, Darling, it slipped” he facetiously apologized. Each nipple was clamped in fashion, causing her to jump when clamped, exhaling; she controlled her response to the pain. He then lifted into the pale light a dual dildo; with oversized heads made of what appeared to be surgical steel which he lubed and inserted into her pussy and ass. Her ass burned a bit, she moaned but his finger immediately went to her lips. “Silence, beauty”, he whispered, “no words or sounds my dear”. She obliged.

Her pussy was going crazy; she struggled not to grind, or to moan. The pain in her nipples and clit was severe, but causing to her such great pleasure … she prayed silently for strength. He went about his preparations, attaching cables to each of her nipple clips, the contact pads, her clit clip, which he reset when he noticed her engorgement to make certain the head of her clit was exposed. She was surprised when he connected the cables to the dildo. “He can’t, he wouldn’t dare” she thought. A light caress of her abdomen soothed her. “Now, remember, love … no sounds”, he whispered just prior to kissing each of her eyes softly. He worked under the table for moment, hooking up the batteries she assumed, and then went about connecting each of the cables to the box. He zero’d the output and powered in on, a slight hum was emitted from his new toy which caused him a slight smile. He calibrated each of the ports and looked upon her while powering each of the contacts. “Now we begin”, he softly stated. Her eyes closed as her body trembled, fear, and apprehension, and ecstasy ... continued to drive her body towards one objective.

The surging she felt through her nipples reminded her of being suckled, a gentle tugging, followed by a release she found stimulating, not at all painful. “Damn clips”, she thought, “this could be really soft and sensual if it weren’t for the pain”. Then her clit lit with the same surging, softer perhaps, but with the same rhythm, she was beyond wet now, her juices were puddling under her ass which jumped uncontrollably when he hit the dildo. The setting on the dildo felt like it was ten times what her clit was, it was causing her contract harder than she ever knew she could. Her hips thrust up with each contraction uncontrollably; a moan escaped her lips when he lit the pads on her labia with the same power as the dildo but on an alternating frequency. He powered off. “Now, pet … I’ll not be disobeyed” he hissed with a brutal slap to her thigh. “No sound, Beauty”, he commanded sternly. A flip of a switch powered all the contacts at once. She was now grinding and contracting and breathing with such ferocity that she knew she couldn’t control it, she had to cum, she had to have release, she couldn’t hold on … she turned to catch his eyes, pleading with him silently, beseeching him to save her from the internal torment he was inflicting on her when with a flip of the switch it stopped. She writhed a little to settle her groin, continued her breathing to gather composure when the switch clicked again, she screamed, begged him to allow her to cum, he had turned up the power on her clit and she knew she couldn’t stop herself, screaming “Master, I love you, please Master, I can’t control it” … with that he switched off the unit, and walked to the wall.

The heavy leather strap flew violently across her thighs, belly and breasts. As he continued for what seemed an eternity, she started to leave him for her space, when the power switch brought her back to him so violently that she immediately begged to for release. The unit was switched off, the strap flew again, as she was leaving him he hit the switch again … the scenario played, she thought, 5 more times until he let her rest inside herself. Her breasts, belly, and thighs were welted and burning … her abs were contracting now not out of pleasure, but out of pain, she hadn’t thrust like this ever before, and hadn’t experienced stimulation to these magnitudes, this level of torture was beyond any physical abuse, this torture was too personal, she’d always been in control, even when giving herself to him … now, with this evil box … he truly controlled her body, she couldn’t help it, he could make her cum uncontrollably … she went inside herself to escape. But, the power switch brought her back.

He had released her, for a few minutes, allowed her breath to fly. She came back to him through the light rhythmic surge in her nipples. He lifted her head and gave her a kiss, followed by a couple sips of the wine he had poured himself while admiring her emotionally induced coma. He had always found his beauty at her most striking when she left him like this, enjoyed stroking her as she came back to him, staring lovingly at her brilliance, longing for the time when she wakes and they can love intimately, softly, purely. As her eyes held his, he nodded his approval of her strength and with kisses to close her eyes said, “Slowly now, you speak, you’ll moan, you’ll even scream your joy at being home”. He hit her clit, the dildo, and the pads with the same soft slow rhythm as her breasts … but gradually turned them all up. She cried out, her clit was throbbing, her abs thrust uncontrollably again, the power made her slam her ass down on the table with a force as great as her upward thrust. “May I, May I, May I” she breathed through clenched teeth; her voluptuous body thrusting into an unseen lover, violent in its beauty, frightening in her lover’s absence. As he uttered the words “Yes, my beauty, … cum”, he increased the power on her clit and labia …. She exploded, screaming and writhing, still thrusting, she howled in pain and pleasure as he alternated the rhythm on her labia making her grind and thrust simultaneously, she came again, and again, and again; each orgasm making her high, light headed, he watched in deviant delight as she continued to writhe and cum uncontrollably, even as consciousness waned.

He slowly lowered the power, amazed that although completely incoherent, she was still cumming even an hour after her first orgasm. He climbed onto the table and methodically removed the cables, the clips, the pads, and the dildo (teasingly, of course). A faint smile formed on her full lips as he gently kissed her clit, the welts on her thighs, belly, and breasts. When he reached her mouth, her eyes met his … they were soft, loving, grateful … he kissed her deeply, slipped his dripping cock into her swollen pussy and with a soft, slow motion exploded into her with such power that her eyes opened wide in amazement. His cock spewed over and over, releasing more cum than he or she could ever remember. Shuddering, he collapsed upon her breathing deeply, nuzzling her neck with kisses.

Gathering his composure, through the shudders of orgasm induced seizures, he stood, ever holding her gaze with his eyes as he released her wrists. Continuing to hold her eyes, he released her ankles and helped her rise. Her legs wouldn’t function, so he lifted her gently and made his was to the tub. Stepping into it, he lowered them both into the now cool water scented with fragrant oils. He bathed her delicately, lovingly and whispered “Now we’re cleansed, both of us; no other world exists for us, no other loves, lives, and existence matters, beauty.” They lay in the fragrant water, staring within each other, the heat of their bodies warming their bath as they each bather the other sensually. Until the time to take their rest was now.

She dutifully got out of the tub, turned with a towel for him, and dried him softly, completely before wrapping it tightly around his waist. As she dried off and assessed the face in the mirror, she thought; “I’ve never felt this before, but know I’ll feel it forever, for this night is my life.” He had cleared the bed, and helped her to it, lying next to him, head and hand on his chest; they’d sleep the best sleep they’d ever have. They were now home.

She's there, she's not ... she needs, she doesn't ... she wants me, or wants to be alone. I know, I'm there, I need, I want ... alas, not at she does. I exist for all of that which completes a loving couple. I love our life, it's freedom, it's simplicity.  But in these nights, these cold nights ... when I have my children, and she's not here, in this fog where adults don't exist, where the sound of video games, and rap ... fill my home; I drift in uncertainty. I yearn for one to accept them as hers, because she accepts me, as hers.

I yearn for one who can see my children as a part of me, and love them simply as that. I yearn for one who will curl up with me, as they do their thing, on their own, not with us. I yearn for one to let me know that they are the living arrows sent forth from the bow that we are (thank you Kahlil!!). I yearn for one to give herself to me, to grant me her love to hold as we nurture them, in the knowledge that they leave childhood soon ... the result of us, not merely me.

When they leave, will my yearning wain?

Given a life with one you worship, you smile in the strength and security they provide you. You grow into that which you have always dreamed of being ... complete. Having that worship vanish, having it die ... reminds us that love comes from within, that we must trust ourselves, and that we have to walk a long, long way ... before we ever see the sun in the same light. To be desired, respected, appreciated, and needed ... is what we all long for.

As the season is here; to all those with loved ones near, hold them close, and smile a tear ... for their place in your life is a gift that needs constant recognition, acknowledgment, and affection. Show profound appreciation for their love, as they keep you from loneliness.

To all of us who are alone at this time of year, please accept my arms and heart in an embrace of honest appreciation ... for making me one of the many; who live, who seek, who dream ... of having one to love, and be loved by. As being one of the many, is so much better than being alone.

Grand wishes to all; for Safe, Happy, and Sensual Holidays.

Riordan

Her wrists now secured, her Master gently raised her chin with one finger, gazed into her eyes and smiled, with His other hand, He closed her eyes, sweetly kissed first the left, then the right, and breathed, "Such joy we'll have, my Beauty" into her ear. She opened her eyes only to receive a sharp, strong slap to her ass, and a hand to close her eyes again. He walked to the car, she could hear Him opening the package, unzipping their bag of tricks, and slowly walking back to her. She imagined His face, wildly grinning with anticipation; then imagined Him angered and serious. Anticipation was starting to stir her, anxious now, she began to drip from her pussy, her inner thighs were damp now not just with sweat, but with her juices. She stole a glance at Him as He brushed passed her, but saw only the leg restraints and chain, which were on her, around the pole, and snapped in an incredibly quick manner. She wondered, needed to know, and turned her head to see.

There on the ground was a thin, black box about 4 feet long, hinged and lined with red velvet ...... inside were 4 black lacquered canes of different sizes. She had been caned lightly by others before Him, but never could really handle it ....... she had not told Him this, should she now, should she try to voice an objection.... oh, the anxiety was making her weak, another sharp, slap to her ass closed her eyes, a hand laid her cheek next to her post, she hugged it, rubbed her cheek, breasts, and groin against it..... seeking solace in the column of wood, once alive, now her dead and varnished strength, supporting her as He clipped a chain onto her collar, pulling her head back as He clipped it to the shackle between her knees ....... forcing her to stare up into the ceiling…. sunlight poking through the fronds blinded her slightly, blurred her vision, or was it the excitement, the adrenaline from her fear........ Knowing now that she couldn't object, she prepared for the journey she was about to take.

As she peered through squinted eyes, tears started to form; partly out of fear, partly from the shards of sunlight streaking through the roof ...... she saw movement over head, something brown and white, now red or orange…… a snake was just 3 feet above her attempting to hide itself ....... now she panicked!!!! "Please Master" she pleaded "Please get it away from me" ..... He looked up and saw the corn snake, snickered, and using one of the canes, flipped the snake off the beam. He grabbed the snake firmly by the neck and it coiled around his hand. He told her it was a harmless, beautiful, little corn snake.... "You're misunderstood and unappreciated, your scales are cool, and my ikwe doesn't trust you", he said to snake.... "Perhaps she should feel you, have you help Me caress her", he went on. Now she was worried, her phobia in full bloom, as He brought the scales in contact with her skin she struggled, started to cry..... A snake-less hand steadied her shoulder, soft words said "I'll not allow you harmed, your fears are just fears, and the realization of your strength is in facing them". With those words she stopped the panic, looked within herself, and accepted the scaled hand, the snake was uncoiled, her Master placed the cool soft body on her shoulder, it's tail curled under her arm and around her left breast.... she felt her nipple harden, breathing deep she let out a sigh and shuddered, He placed the snake on her shoulder and stepped away. It crawled along her arm, she found herself thinking "good, get the hell off of me" but it continued along her cuffs and crawled up her other arm, down into her cleavage, it lost its grip and slid down to her hips, wrapping itself around her thigh it drop to the ground and she assumed; left their space ......

Her Master had grabbed His floggers, dragged a tail up her leg which caused an instant shudder, she wasn't sure at first, thinking that the bastard snake hadn't left after all, but then focused enough to understand that what she felt was familiar .... shuddering again she relaxed, feeling the leather sinews gliding up the back of her thigh and along her ass, soft slaps followed, ever increasing in intensity and frequency, as He began his back and forth motion, flogging her ass, left then right then left ..... On it went until the she cried out and tried to hop ....... He stopped after 5 or 6 more reps, and walked away, she heard Him walk through the ferns away from the structure.... "God, not the snake again" she thought..... She heard Him walking back, braced for the touch of scales, but instead felt something cold, moist on her ass..... Her sweet Master had dampened his shirt in the spring, which from the feel was damned cold!!!! "Poor baby, your ass is all red and welted" He said (it was one of his favorite things to say, and something she had come to expect, and desired to hear), "Hopefully, such a LITTLE MASTER as myself can remain compassionate to his sub's needs, and avoid short guy syndrome ..... After all, one wouldn't want her master to feel inadequate when wielding canes!!!". She swallowed hard, He continued to blot her welts with the damp shirt, it was warm now, as He rolled it up and tied it around her head..... It covered her eyes, the shards of sunlight ceased. She searched for sound, and heard a clicking noise on the post ....... then a stronger click..... He was testing the strength of the canes on her column, determining which was right for her flesh ....... god, she'd rather have had the snake. "It's time for you to go to another place my beauty", He breathed in her ear..... "Your little master loves you, and will soothe you when you get back". She heard the air beak from the swing, felt the fire explode in a line across both buttocks, just above the thighs, and began her breathing ...... it had begun.

The shrill sound was the precursor to the excruciating pain that accompanied each swing, welts on top of welts, she cried out, apologies on deaf ears resulted in no mercy, she collapsed, the cuffs cutting into her wrists. She could only writhe, no longer able to maintain her breathing she was attempting to use her call when suddenly it stopped. She tried to stand to ease the pain in her wrists, but her legs wouldn’t listen. She wanted to explain to Him her pain was too severe, but she couldn’t swallow, couldn’t speak. She had forgotten how this felt; perhaps she had never been caned so viciously. She still cried out, not quite able to focus. He had gone to his bag of tricks and gotten the soft cuffs. Knowing that she wouldn’t have the strength to escape from them now, He offered her some relief from the steel cuffs and the resulting cuts that had occurred from her hanging there. You see, they had learned that soft cuffs, though kinky, couldn’t hold her when she became spirited, only steel cuffs … cop cuffs, prevented her escape.

She struggled to focus, thought she heard Him walk away and then thought she heard him come back. She felt a cold, then burning, sensation on her ass. Her master had dampened His underwear in the spring and was gently blotting the cuts from the cane; the cool water soothed the welts, but burned her cuts. “Poor baby, your little master made you bleed” He said flatly. He blotted for a few minutes more and then went to her wrists, they burned worse than her ass, as she gasped and whimpered slightly when the water hit her cuts. He put the soft cuffs on her. “Surely He’s done, surely He’ll let me down” she thought. “Poor baby, you’re wrists will be bruised tomorrow, better make sure your ass matches them” He said. With that He shackled her wrists as tight as before, she felt the stings in her ass as He arched her against her column again. She heard the swing, tightened and screamed out. “CLICK” went the cane on the column. “Shhhh, my beauty” He whispered, “You haven’t left me yet”. She heard the whistle of the swing, and it connected with her ass from the other side now. It felt nauseatingly hot, convulsing with each strike she cried out, pleaded, He didn’t stop. After a few minutes of fury, she left Him; He would not be still until He knew she was His.

She woke still hugging her lover, still shackled to that strong savior that stayed her, realizing that her collar was free when the shards weren’t so cutting. She felt the cold wetness from her Master …… He was pouring water over her, she shivered, numb to the pain, she felt Him naked and hard against her. She felt the cramp in her ass, it was gaped, He had been there … and His cum was running out of it. He reached around her and the column; undid the cuffs and slowly helped her lower her arms. Supporting her now as He separated her from her column. He lifted her, and carried her to the pool, gently entering the water with her, He slowly lowered her into to cold water. She gasped at its temperature, gasped again as came in contact with her ass, and cried out when her cut and swollen wrists went under the surface. The water turned pink for a moment around her, “symbolic” she thought, “of her submissive femininity”. She chuckled. Her Master caressed her arms and shoulders, her lower back; never touching her ass or wrists as He knew the pain his touch would cause. Knowing that now was a time to be soft, sensual, He looked deeply into her eyes with a lovers’ pride. As He held her, she lay her head on His shoulder and smiled serenely up into His eyes. Satisfied that she was lucid, He let her float away from him. She floated under the surface, noting the clarity of the water, the sky and sun shown brightly on her body. She turned cautiously, saw her Master lying on the moss at the edge of the pool, His penis shrunken from the cold water, and thought quietly to herself, “I could make it larger, after all, I’ve made him larger”.

For the record, I'm 5'9", 185, with above average endowment … sub empowerment affects perspective, which quite often results it the most pleasurable opportunities.

It was a bright morning as he rang the doorbell, the sun up for only an hour or so. She opened the door, giggling and gleeful, throwing herself onto him with enough force to knock him backwards into the railing. “Morning needful one”, he said. “Oh, my Sir; how I’ve missed you. You feel so warm.” she whispered seductively in that shrill baby girl voice he loved so well. Placing her on her feet he said, “Nice choice”, as he signaled with his hand for her to spin for him. The yellow sundress flew around her as she spun down the walk; the fine cotton hid nothing as the sun illuminated her naked form beneath. Her lithe movements caught his heart for a moment as her admired her pony tails spinning with the fabric in the fine morning air under this revealing rising sun. He laughed aloud as she continued spinning and laughing to the door of his car. As he opened it she dutifully bent over, slowly pulling up the hem of her dress to reveal that fine, muscular ass. Firm slaps to each cheek brought a squeal, and playful pout as he helped her into her seat. Nodding politely to the maintenance man with his jaw agape … he entered the car for their beach excursion.

As they drove she dutifully pulled her dress up above her waste and with legs splayed, caressed her sex with one hand, while massaging his groin with another. Excited by his quick response to her caresses, his erection straining against the leg of his shorts, she cooed, “It’s been three days since I’ve given myself to you … might I suck you off on the way, baby needs your cock, needs it bad.” “Not yet love, keep yourself wet for me, we’re almost there.” he said with a smirk. He smiled as they drove into the bright morning sun, hoping that they’d be there early enough to beat the crowd at the only nude beach for a couple hundred miles. As they pull into the parking lot, he said with a grin, “Only two cars baby girl, we can walk down a ways and you can take care of this cock in the surf.” She gave his cock a hard squeeze and noticing the wet spot on his shorts said “Oh, Sir; what a waste of pre-cum. Please let me have it here before we go out!!!” He smiled as he turned off the car. Breathing the clean surf air into his lungs as he stood and stretched, he bent down, looked at her with his typical deviant smile and said … “Today, baby; I teach you to breathe. You can suck my cock anytime. But I have other plans for us right now.” Biting her lower lip through a grin she stifled a giggle … excited to explore his mind, knowing that he’d challenge her again; she said, “Sir, look … I’m sorry.” He shook his head at her and threw her some napkins from the door … the seat would need cleaning again, as puddles of her moisture filled the tufted leather.

They loaded up and made their way up the walkway. Looking out over the ocean, there were only two men surf fishing just in front of them. The waves were calm waiting the mid morning winds. She turned, smiling wildly at him … he asked, “Are you ready?” Biting her lip to contain herself, she nodded excitedly. “Now, beauty … run and dance for me”, he commanded. With a simple movement the sun dress flew onto his shoulder as her perfect naked form ran to the surf, gleefully laughing aloud her innocent greetings to the fishermen. When she felt the water touch the souls of her feet, she pirouetted through the shallows singing and laughing with her arms stretched wide and her head thrown back … for the freedom this place always granted her. He walked to her and they made their way to some seclusion. Him walking just above the water line, singing to her … she, splashing and spinning as she danced to his song in the surf.

She spread out her blanket as he set up his chair and the umbrella …. removing his shorts, she smiled seductively as she saw that he was still semi-erect. “No turgid members allowed on the beach per the county ordinance Sir”, she chided. “Well then I suppose we’d better get it into the water then, don’t you think?” he half-asked. With that, they ran to surf, he dove in ahead of her and swam strong out past where he could stand and slowly turned to invite her into his arms. She swam to him smiling; he admired her athletic stroke, practiced through years on swim teams, as she hurried to him. Enveloping him with her legs and arms he kissed her deeply, ravenously. Pulling her onto him, her heat found his cock, now erect again as he treaded back to where he could stand. She attempted to mount him repeatedly as he continued to deny her pussy any pleasure other than the teasing shaft pressed and sliding against her labia. As she covered his neck and face with pleading kisses, grinding her hips into him … he reached up with both hands to remove the thick elastic hair ties from her pony tails. She shook out her long, black, hair and arched violently backward to immerse her hear into the water. His hands immediately went to trace upward across her abdomen to rest on her pert breasts, where he found her nipples erect. He pinched them viciously as she moaned, removing the blood flow, cruelly squeezing and twisting until she cried out. With that, he grabbed a handful of that thick, black hair … and through sadistic eyes full of lust, growled “Hands behind your back, beauty, wrists crossed.”

She knew her lust equaled his, she also knew those eyes, and that voice; meant that she was about to fly. Her expression went from horny exuberance, to darkly demanding as she exhaled and did as he required. He had doubled up the hair-ties, and quickly slid them over her wrists while telling her to keep them on under all circumstances … “Releasing your hands will disappoint me greatly and result in extreme pain once we get home.”, he warned. With that she grinned that evil challenging grin he lived for … with that he slammed the length of his cock into her. She squealed, squeezing him tighter with her legs, grinding on his cock as he rocked violently into her. The waves were still calm, but they made the water roll around them. He held her by the neck with one hand, while tormenting her long nipples with the other. As she pleaded to cum, he denied her … slowing their motion; he said … “Now I teach you to breath.” With that, he ground the head of his rock-hard cock into her cervix with such force that it made her cry out … as he forced her head under.

He continued thrusting into her; focused on her eyes, opened in painful panic under the water … she fought for her breath while fucking him back with all the strength she had. He inhaled a deep breath as he pulled her up and forcefully planted his mouth on hers as she coughed and gagged through moans and whines of ecstasy. He exhaled his lungs into her so forcefully that she coughed it out, still grinding she whimpered, “Please let me cum.” Another deep breath and he blew it into her as he forced her under again. He continued his long, violent strokes and he saw her leaving him again and repeated the cycle again and again as he offered her only the air he had breathed. After she had learned his desire, she held it and with pleading eyes received his blessing. “Cum now, baby girl, show me you breathe for me”, was his only statement. He forced her under again with another painful series of thrusts elevating into his orgasm as he witnessed her climax under the surface. Bucking wildly against him she fought the need to breathe until the spasms ceased. He could feel her squirting as they both exploded into each other with such power that she exhaled all she had. He held her there as their spasms slowed … she smiled up at him through the water, serene. He pulled her up, grabbed a fistful of hair and with gentle kisses, and bites; said “You always loved to lose your breath as you cum … today you only breathed mine.”

She laid her head on his shoulder, softly kissing his neck while continuing to caress his now fading cock with her pussy. When his cock had dropped enough to not be considered “turgid”, he carried her out of the water and laid her gently on her blanket … where she spent the rest of the morning, smiling sweetly, ever attentive, and completely satisfied at his feet. “I love breathing you Sir” she cooed. To which, smiling over the horizon, he simply responded, “As I love being your breath beauty”.

Kneeling for those, who don't hold her heart ... sucking their cocks, because ordered to do so. Does she know that those traits, those acts ... don't meet My ideals ... haunt my day, for the fear. Does she see, as I feel ... that her service is false ... for the lack of love.

Some serve for the thrill, for the lust, for the intimacy. Some serve for the popularity, for the opportunity ... for the recognition. Some serve to escape, to forget, to feel needed, wanted ... to feel held. Some serve for the gifts, for the tributes, for the power.

I'm not judging, not condemning, not criticizing. All should live as they need to ... all should know that they are seen, as who they portray.

Mine, will serve, because she loves, because she knows. Mine, will know, that she must be loved, in order to serve. Mine will know, that she's loved, because she serves ... and love ... makes serving, sacred.

Is this tenet of mine, unknown?

A Man pushing eighty, alone, He yearns.

He walks to work each day; and visits Our pub, twice a week.

He lives, for His life's pride ...

honorable, open, loving, and true.

He teaches this Man, who knows far too much ...

every time we talk.

He is, His Emerald Isle ideal of a Man ...

ever steadfast on His course; He works, He reads, He writes.

His words spill as follows:

"Believe not the words of others,

unless those who speak, live their words complete.

Even though they may live as such,

believe their thoughts as theirs,

knowing that only the simple hand, in yours, is real ...

everything else, is just folly.

Their beliefs, their rules, be damned,

for they know not where they walk.

They walk among Men, and women; proud, certain.

What they expound, is flotsam ... shallow trash,

spewn about to cover their insecurities,

and their commercialized understanding of what a love ...

is."

He teaches, one thing ... that the embrace,

of one, to another ... is all that matters.

That everything else, is just ... kink.

Romhat ea mo anam, tóg dún mo neart ag grá íon, Micheal ...

Romhat ea mo anam.