Someone kindly warned me that the poem I posted about "owning" my dom wouldn't get me much attention. my only response is this:

Not to sound rude but that poem isn't about "ownership" in the sense you are thinking. Its about have a balanced dom/sub relationship, yes he can own me body and soul, he can control me and order me to do what ever he pleases...but in the end in a way I sort of own him too, he is MY dom. My daddy. my lover. the one person I will think about every day because I love him even though he may not love me back. I don't want someone who thinks of me just as an to fuck...

I take pride in the fact that I can call him my dom. My sir, my daddy, my master...whatever I call him he is mine too. Is calling someone yours really so bad? Maybe its because I am new to this but I feel very happy that I can call someone mine. Even if the dom/sub relationship doesn't last a long long time that person still meant something to me. 

So when I say I "own" my dom, what I mean is...thats my dom...thats my daddy and my sir and he is the one who takes care of me. and I him. I am proud he chose me and that I can give him the pleasure that he needs. 

and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to stomp my foot and pout.

You Own Him

When you snuggle closer
and purr in your sleep,
you are his kitten

When you kneel between his legs
gracefully accepting the band around your throat,
you are his girl

When you squirm across his lap,
your tush rosy red and tingling with intimacy,
you are his brat

When you rub yourself all over him
leaving liquid passion in your trail,
you are his slut

When you devour him deeply, pleasing him,
solely there for his entertainment,
you are his whore

When you growl and strain against your leash,
humping his leg for release,
you are his bitch

When you surrender to his strength, his power,
when you sacrifice your body on the altar of his desire,
you are his prey

When you stay still, quivering, unspeaking,
your only purpose to be used, to be mounted,
you are his female

And still…

When you melt into his arms
and lean your head against his chest
and whisper quietly,

“I am yours”

At that moment,
you own him.

Home finally, it has been a bit of a long day. Babysitting and cleaning. Not much time to sit and just relax. I find myself still wandering back here to read messages and chat among people. 

The only thing i despise about this site is the people who think that I will immediately jump into it right away. That is not how I work. I need to get to know you a bit before I let you start controlling me. I don't want some random dom I want it to mean something more than mindless kinky fuckery. 

Not that I mind kinky fuckery...but i need some sort of connection with you. If you fail to meet that then I won't even pay you any mind. I hate arrogance most of all. Just because I am a sub doesn't mean I will go for any dom. Subs can be picky too.

Learning all that I can at the moment. I have met some interesting people since last night. Unfortunately I do have obligations outside of this site. Iwill be back on later tonight. Hopefully I won't have a zillion messages like I did this morning.