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Light sears through the cracked drapery and lights the dark red skin, tender and pulsating from the crack of the whip. The tears flow and the heart sings as the pleasure of this pain has elevated this lowly slave to a new level of tolerance, of pain and, of course, pleasure.
I take this slave in my arms and feast upon the fruit of my work. I taste of the tears with my lips and it gives me strength. I caress the dark red skin and it gives me hope. I gaze into those eyes and it gives me promise. The submission, the surrender, the trust is my power. It is my soul and my energy that drives my very existence. I need it. I crave it. I feed upon it like the sun feeds upon the night. I take this slave in my arms and hold it. I caress away the pain and kiss away the tears. My caress, my kiss, my touch are the fuel that ignites the soul and fires the will within the slave, the food upon which the submission thrives, the energy upon which it exists and the determination upon which it survives.
This is true dominance and submission. Each action and reaction feeding, fueling and enriching the other.
I am and I do what you have read. How it is done and the methods employed to get there are completely dependent on the needs and desires of the individual. It is not about age, size, color or experience. It is about will and desire, trust and obedience, domianance and submission, pain and pleasure, discipline and punishment, love and admiration. It is about life.
If you like what you have read or just curious to know more, write.
Orion
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Reaching into the darkness, he knows she is near. He can sense her presence, smell the sweetnesss of her body, and feel the warmth from her being. He reaches out to touch her, but she is not there. He longs to feel her, but she is not within reach. He knows what he wants, and he wants her. As he reaches, and he longs for her, and he waits for her; she is always just out of sight, just out of reach, still just a dream...
He is just a man. A man with a heart and a mind and a spirit that drives him to turn this dream into reality. Uncompromising and firm in his resolve, looking for the one that will allow him to truly claim her. His passion runs deep for her and his desires even deeper. He longs for her to come to him, to fulfill those needs, satisfy those desires and claim him as her Master. He is real. He longs for this to be true. He dreams of the end to this daily search for the one...
She is a gem. A precious being. A Saphire on a sea of sand. Brilliant and bold, she stands out above all others. Intelligent, confident and full of life she sits. She dazzles him with her beauty. She blinds him with her brilliance. She seduces him with her confidence.
He longs to have her, to hold her, yet she always seems just out of reach. The sea of sand is her protection, the distance her security, and the miles her sanctuary. He struggles to overcome, to break the barriers and cross the obstacles that separate them. How he longs for this to be true.
He is Orion, dominator of the Northern sky. A meaningless title without something other than the emptiness of time and space to dominate. Without her, he is just a man.
She is a Saphire. Brilliant and bold, second only to the diamond, but to him second to none. She eludes him to this day, but he will not give up. He longs to make her the brilliant light in the northern sky that gives him the will, the desire, and the substance from which he may truly be Orion, her Master, her dominator, her lover and her friend. |
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She kneels quietly in the corner, a lonely solitude waiting for her next command. Her legs folded gracefully under her body, as it rests effortlessly on the soft flesh of her shapely thighs. her legs spread, head down and her hands placed on her knees. she sits silently waiting, thinking and wondering.
I look at her and can see the light reflecting from the tag hanging below the collar. Each reflection dancing around the room, joyous for the priveldge to have been so close to her. On one side is her name. A name I have given her. A name she cherishes. A name I adore. On the other is her number. Each digit having special meaning and significance to the bond we share and the connection in our lives.
"Master, May I speak?" she says softly.
"Speak slave, you may do so!" I command
"It is my desire to please you Master. I want to give you something of me so I may please You."
I let out a loud chuckle as I head across the room. I stand above her, towering over her small frame.
"You are my slave, you need not give me anything. I can take all that I want from you. You are mine." I return to her.
"Yes Master." She replies in a soft shaken voice.
I reach down below her chin and pull her upward towards me. She glides into the air following the gentle force from my hand and now stands in front of me.
"slave you are mine and I may do as I will with you. I want everything you have and I want it all for myself. I can take this at will and you know this, do you not?" I question her.
"Yes Master, I know this. I give myself to you freely. I am your slave." She returns, shattered and shaken by my words.
"Very well my slave, I will tell you what it is that I desire." I scold back at her.
"Tonight you will please me as you always do, but tonight will be different slave. Tonight you will please me as you have never done before." I command back at her.
I can see a smile start to form on her face as I speak each word. She will do as I wish and serve to my pleasing. She is happy.
"Tonight will be a test." I bark back at her.
As the harsh tone in my voice increases, her knees start to tremble with the uncertainty racing through her head as to what might be next. Has she angered me? Has she displeased me? she does not know what to think. She stands before me, shaking and waiting for my next words.
"Slave I am hungry. Feed me with your submission. Fuel my needs for you and quench my thirst for you. I am hungry slave and it will take much to feed me. Quench my thirst with the passion of your submission. Give to me all that you will. Feed me with everything you have to offer. Take away my hunger slave. Take away my thirst." I say with resolve.
"But Master, How do I take away your hunger if I know not what it is that makes you hungry? I always give you my submission Master. Does this not quench your thirst? I always follow your orders. What am I to do?" she returns with a soft shaky voice.
"Yes dear slave you do! You always give to me and follow my command. You are a very worthy slave. You always submit from your desire to please and do as I command. But tonight is different. Tonight I want you to submit to me from within yourself as only you can do. Tonight I want you to submit from the will of your heart. Tonight I want you to submit from your desire...
...for me."
She takes my hand and leads me away. A smile covers her face and a tear rolls down her cheek. She understands.
What is your understanding of the nature of submission and the role you fill in this lifestyle? |
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She walks into the room as she has been trained to do and does so well. Her head tilted down, eyes to the floor, soft flowing hair cascading down over her shoulders and resting just above her hands tucked gently behind her back. Her bare skin shimmers in the soft light as she makes her way towards me.
She kneels and waits silently. Her body trembles as she waits, not knowing what will be the lesson for today’s training.
I stare at my slave as she kneels, proud of her for what she has become. She is obedient, trusting, and her complete focus is on my every need, desire and even my whims. She asks for nothing and yet gives me her all. I cherish my slave.
I reach to take her face and she doesn't flinch. Complete trust. I tilt her head upward to look into her eyes and she instinctively rolls them to the floor. No resistance, no hesitation, her body is mine to control. She follows my hands effortlessly as I raise her from the floor to stand before me.
My craft is art. Her body is my canvas. Her devotion is my inspiration. Her dedication is my theme. I feed upon her submission and my creativity swells. She feeds upon my control and her passion ignites. Together we are one in mind, body, and spirit. Together we have purpose.
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