UnderStanding the Submissive Mind.. #2

I would like to discuss something with the Ladies. Not all of the ladies of course. Just those who feel they relate to my Babble of the day.

Ok.. As an active member of our Community, I meet Beautiful Ladies everyday. I see such Passion, Allot of Genuine hunger for what comes next, or just Indulging in a Wicked Fantasy or Ten. That shit Rocks.. I live to see people throwing off the Coil of Expectancy, and screaming “Fuck It” at the top of their Lungs as they take a Dive into something only they Know.

What I also see is allot of Girls who believe that they are expected to tow some sort of unspoken line if they are to fit in our world.

I call this “ Pre-Packaging”.

 There are certain Expectations that come with taking the Brave steps to put One’s self out there. An Idea formulated around a Perception. Usually brought on by that tingly feeling you got when you saw a scene in a film, or hearing a story of someone else’s experiences.

Mass media and books have also played a big part in Someone finding those Tingly feelings.

My point is that speaking for Myself. I do not Expect every girl to be some sort of Image. Or to be very Deferring right off the Bat. I love to earn what I get in this world, and  To quote an old Adage, “ If it seems too good to be true, it probably is”

It is the Originality and Uniqueness that is You that I want. Not a Picture of who you think I want you to be. Absolute Honesty is not so difficult when Acceptance is on the Table.

My main goal in a relationship, whether casual or Intense, is to Help you understand that it is simply ok for you to be who you always were. That there is no guilt in feeling, fantasizing, or yearning for the wants you have.

That in order for me to receive the Ultimate Gift of You.

You Miss, must Know and Accept who You are. You Offer me the World, and In order for me to accept it, You must know what and who you are.

There has to come a point of Understanding of one’s self if there is any hope of Moving Forward to build a Life. It is OK to Be Yourself. At least at my House.

Good Day to You……  Koffin

I have discovered over the past few days

That I am a Builder

In Spite of all of my Flaws, Quirks, and Problems

I take it upon myself to “TRY” to make things better for those I love and Know

I see it as an Obligation when you care for A person

Can One actually sit Idle while another Suffers?

Regardless of Issue

Whether Mental, Physical, or even Mundane

The actual Act of Shouldering One’s own Shit

Then Attacking someone Elses Demons with the Ferocity of a Bezerker

Some I suppose do this for Power

The Power to be able to Save the World

At least one persons World

Some do it for Status

Saviors are not so much a Dime a Dozen

Then Some do it

Simply because it needs to be Done

Some will Not Appreciate It

Some may never even Realize that I am Doing it

But I Will Always Do what I Do

For I see no other way

I am a Koffin

I am not a Dom

I am not a Daddy Dom

And I am not a Master of Shit

I am a Koffin

Expect Not a Fucking Thing Less or More

I was speaking on this subject in the bar the other night. Thought it needed to delved into deeper.

When I was small, I was allowed to have free reign over my imagination.

In my house it was a Magickal thing

It was Respected and Honored

This ability to have something from nothing

When a creek on the side of the road could be a vast ocean full of Pirates, or a Swamp laden with Monsters.

An abandoned garage filled with broken glass

A Den of Treasure protected by a Dragon

I was a Soldier and a Stunt Bike Rider

Dashing Hero and Rodeo Clown

Each day a new Adventure so important I would not Eat until it’s Finish

An outlook so pure and a Force so Powerful

It would Encapsulate me totally

I simply believed in Magick

As I grew into Manhood I lost this Magick

Apparently you cannot make Big Boy decisions

If you think You could be Vultron

I was then lead to believe that these “Into Adult” happenings

Could only be based in Absolutes

And when I walked down that road

It was Stark, Lined and Labeled for my Convenience

The Vagaries of life, Stacking upon me like Bricks

The ones that form the walls we “Just had to” Create

Forever left in the Void of what is Supposed to be

But if you are Lucky

If the lines begin to squiggle and a Match mysteriously forms in your hand

You can Burn that Fucking Box to the Ground

Unleash the Magick with Inspiration

Rock the Adventure of Living

See the World in the Gray it really is

I believe in Magick again

I see the Marvel in the Everyday

The Beautiful in the Mundane

I am no Slave to the Supposed to be

I am Koffin

I have a Darkness

A Darkness that does not define Me

Yet is a part of Me all the same

I go headlong into the Darkness

I tread it’s Floors and Slap at it’s Walls

It does not cause me Fear

I Accepted it years Ago

Like most, for years I tried to hide it.

To Deny it

To hide behind walls built on False Securities

But it was always there

Waiting for ME to awaken

To be able to Accept every Part of myself

And I Did…

But can You?

Can you grab my hand

Be led to the highest bluff of existence

Look down upon the world of my own Creation

Giggle and Dive off with me

Fall in my Arms

Find the truth in my Muddy Greens

Know, in the deepest center

That whether Rocks or Waters under us

Rain or Sunny Sky

You will Land exactly where I do

Cuz that’s how it works…..

Welcome to Koffin’s Circus Little Girl

A Three Ring Big Top show just for You

Wicked Ringmaster Included

Your Fantasies the Words upon the Program

Your Fears the Confetti falling down

Wants and Desires played out

Choreographed by my own Wicked Intent

Your eyes are the lights

Dimming in those Moments When

Your Cries the Roar of the Crowd

My Stool is your Stage

Where You Gracefully Present for my Whim

I have my Ticket

Entertain me

You are the Acrobat as I bend You

The Aerialist as I Suspend You
As you See

There is No Net

Better the Pervert You Know I say

Or Then Again, Maybe Not

I Amuse Myself As the Lion Tamer

As My Lash Leads You

You are the Prize Trick Pony

As You Perform for My Delight

You are the Spectacle

As I Watch Your every Move

You are the Accolades as The Performance Ends

I Am the Wicked Clown

Ending in the Fireworks that I Make of You

Welcome to Koffin’s Circus Little Miss

A place You Will Never Wish to Leave