Pan Female Submissive, 43,
I'm just here to chat with like minded individuals, and maybe make some new friends. Please be respectful and use the good manners I hope you were raised with.
P.S. The video is three years old and I don't know how to remove it...so please disregard, as I am not seeking at this time. Thank you
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1/5/2013 8:46:55 PM
i can’t see a thing, there is a satin blindfold wrapped tightly around my head. I am alone, stripped bare, ankles tied to my wrists, which are at either side of my head, vagina spread wide open for the world to see. i can’t remember how long I have been bound like this. I hold perfectly still, senses heightened, waiting…straining to hear, a whisper, the slightest scuffle to indicate He is near. my heart is racing, adrenaline pumping through me, it’s difficult to breathe…..i’ve never been so frightened before, never been bound like this, but the fear is delicious, I tingle as I anticipate what awaits me. I feel the blood rush into my labia, the moistness gathering there…
WHOOSH…I hear it before I feel it, but I cannot move to get away, the crop slams down against my wet open pussy, I cry out in pain, and surprise, He has crept in upon bare feet, I never heard Him coming, and my clit is burning now, whack, whack, whack-4 times 5, i am thrashing my head about, screaming out loud, yet my hips rise up to meet each smack of the crop, YES, YES , YES, i cry, He is at my head, near my ear, whispering, “oh no, little one”…the crop is at my breasts, back and forth, beating my nipples, i feel Him pinch and twist, i cry out again “Master PLEASE”, He slaps my face, “W/we have just begun, my dear”…He leans down and gives me the slowest, gentlest, most passionate kiss i have ever received, my tears fall down into my mouth, to mingle with the taste of Him
He circles me, the crop has been replaced with a flogger, i can hear Him spinning it thru the air, i tense, not knowing where it will land, surprised when i feel His fingers in my wetness.”Whose cunt is this, slut?”- “Yours, Master”-“And whose asshole is this?” –“Yours Master” i reply as i feel Him shove in the largest plug i’ve ever seen, i struggle to relax so He may slide it in. “Good girl” he tells me,” now you may have my cock as a reward”, and i feel Master climb onto the table, rise above me, “Open” he commands-i obey, and His cock is in my throat, thrusting, pounding, fucking my face, harder and harder, making me gag, choking me, saliva running down my face, my hips thrust in time with His strokes, pumping the air, searching for that invisible cock to give me release…
Master rises, circling me again, and again, i am moaning, dying for Him to touch me, i hear the leather whistle through the air, feel the flogger upon His cunt, across my breasts, my stomach, gentle running the strands across my clit, teasing me into a frenzy until i am begging Him “Master please!” “Please what, my darling?” “What is it you want?”
“Fuck me Fuck me PLEASE!!” i hear Him chuckle as He continues circling me, giving the butt plug a smack each time he walks around. i can feel my juices running down my ass crack, i want Him inside me so bad, it’s all i can think of, this raw primal need to mate, i want Him to fuck me like a wild animal, use me like the whore i am, I NEED Him inside me.
He grabs my clit, pulling and tugging, flicking it with His nail, til the little bud is hard, then i feel Him tying a string around my clit, and it is standing straight up and swollen. He rakes His nail across my clit again, i am undone, and my cunt juice sprays into the air. “Ah, what a naughty little girl I have, I did not give you permission to cum, Now I must punish you” my mind is reeling, what will Master do? i hear the vibrator, omg! He is going to lay it against my clit!!! Sweet Jesus my cunt is on fire, and i hear Master telling me not to dare cum. i am almost biting through my bottom lip, trying desperately not to cum, but i feel the heat, i feel it building, oh OH, i AM ALMOST THERE….then the friction is gone, Master has removed the vibrator and i am screaming, pleading , begging Master, Master Please!!!! All i hear are more chuckles, then i feel it, the warmth and softness of His tongue, a lover’s kiss, oh so softly lapping at my swollen pussy, the softest whisper, “Cum for Me now kitten”, and i explode into His mouth, gushing wildly, i feel Him drinking me into Him, over and over again, He makes His cunt convulse violently, then He is upon me, in me, thrusting deeper and deeper, my ankles are in His hands as he pumps Himself into me, i am gone, incomprehensible moaning and groaning, i don’t recognize my own voice, i am flying through the air, Master is growling, i know it is coming, a primal scream as He floods me with His seed, and as i convulse around Him yet again, he reaches up and removes the blindfold from my eyes, and i am blinded by what i see in His.
12/19/2011 3:57:48 PM
my Thoughts of a Master and slave
The bonding between a Master / slave, is one of trust and guidance, of caring and listening to E/each one. To establish growth between B/both, not only inside the slave but unto the Master Himself. To test E/ach ones ability to communicate and respond. To push and limit not what E/ach one wants or thoughts. To own and control that of His slave , and she to serve and please, obeying with out question or hesitation. To build what is inside of E/each other to be more not only to the other , but to T/themselves, and always refining what is inside T/them and who T/they are. A Master will mold and train His slave into what He wishes her to be and to best serve Him in all ways and thoughts, To have control of her , in the simplest manner, foods, clothing, moods, thoughts and so on. His wants His needs are that of the slave to take care of to see that she knows and is directed in such manners. He is to guide her and rule her, to become her only need and want. Owning a slave is a great demand on a Master, as they are temperamental and easily hurt, a slave needs strict ruling and guidance. Punishment and phrase, and one can become unruly when they feel are being neglected .
A slave, is to please and serve her Master at all times .her own thoughts and needs or wants are secondary to that of her Master’s, she is His property He owns her and will do with her as He see’s fit, Regardless of if the slave objects. For the Master always has the best interest of His slave at heart and will do as such . Domestic or sexual, is His choice to do as He feels and see’s fit. Knowing her Master will always take into consideration her thoughts or wants , His final decision are always what He feels is best for the relationship and for E/each other.
Learning about E/each other takes time and patients on B/both parts, the want to know all is important and must be there in order to understand and help O/one another to learn and teach. For a good slave will teach her Master as will a Master teach and train His slave. It is a partnership not a One on one arrangement. To strive to be what the Other wants and needs. To share laughter and joy, pain and pleasure, to grow within E/each other. By making mistakes and learning from them. Picking up and moving on, carrying E/each other. Both leading and guiding, to be the Master and slave. To step back at times and reunite and grow into and for E/each other.
Caring and loving for E/each other is build and not just an over night happening. Within learning and growing come Trust, Communications, Understanding and Love, among other emotions and happenings. Honesty between a Master and slave is vital for one dishonest word of thought can destroy even the best of Master/slave relationships. And E/each are left with bitterness and hurt, is not right and if E/ach respect and honor the O/other then all things can be worked out and talked about and see what happened and learn and go on,
The greatest gift a slave can give to her Master is herself and the control over her, and the greatest gift a Master can give to His slave is the power of phrase and love, A Master will use His slave to fulfill His wildest needs , wants and desires. A slave will do all she can within her to see that He is proud and always pleases her Master, for the greatest love is that of a Master and His slave.
If a Master leaves His slave, she is left in total loss and confusion for she has been trained and nurtured for this One. she will not know where to turn or seek help. A slave depends completely upon her Master for her needs and wants. For this is what a true slave has been conditioned and trained for, For Him and Him alone; and with out that part of her a true slave will aims hopelessly lost . Turning to whom ever offers any type of guidance. Making her journey a long and lonely one . Most time a slave never fully recovers from the separation from her One. For not only is a slave inside hurt but all that she has been taught and trained for, her beliefs and heart are broken. A slave is a true spirit inside of her , this shows to all who come in contact of a true slave. Once that spirit has been damaged, a slave will pull inside herself and it will take a strong Master to gain control of her again;
12/4/2011 10:38:03 AM
9/1/2011 2:15:43 PM
Silent and menacing.
Taut as an arrow.
Longing to flee.
Gaze locked on His face.
A primitive dance;
He circles me now.
I dare not breathe;
Do I even know how?
Sweat on my brow.
Divine in my submission;
Prone at His feet
He raises my face-His eyes to meet
A nostril twitches;
As He scents my musk.
I shed my skin;
For Him I must.
The beast is upon me
Before I can blink;
Clawing and rending.
Desire rising, no reason to think
This rapture is madness
Drawn to the brink.
Gliding through the air
Possession in His grasp
As His hand locks in my hair
Saving me from the fall;
Dragging me to His lair.
4/7/2011 6:31:21 PM
Another poem i wrote.....
i need to wake up
wrapped in chains
i need to shiver
When He says my name.
i need to crawl
across the floor
kiss His feet
then crawl somemore.
i need to kneel
in front of Him
be His whore
Live in sin.
i need to feel
the pleasure of pain
i need to taste Him
over and over again.
i need to fly
to be set free
i need to explode
when He touches me.
i need to be His slut, His cunt
i need Him to know
He is my whole world.
4/2/2011 3:42:17 PM
i do not want to be the leader. i refuse to be the leader.i want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. i want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, His pleasure, His desire, His life , His work, His sexuality the touchstone, the command, the pivot, i don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually,artistically: but as a woman, oh God, as a woman i want to be dominated. i don't mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling all that i am capable of doing, but i am going to be persued, fucked, posessed my the will of a male, at His time, His bidding. ~ Anais Nin
3/29/2011 11:50:46 AM
i want to thank Everyone who has written to me, those whom have given me words of encouragement, and also those whom have shown interest. i am being inundated with mail, and it is impossible to answer everyone as it comes in-please bear with me. i am trying to read and respond to Everyone. i need to make it clear that the only thing i can offer right now is friendship, my heart has been bruised badly, and i need some time to mend. All relationships need to start with friendship first though, right? So if W/we talk, and sparks fly-well, W/we can see where things go from there, i am just not ready to jump into anything headfirst. i wont make any promises to anyone, not yet anyway.....
3/28/2011 5:47:34 PM
Frustrated doesn't begin to describe it......
3/27/2011 8:44:58 PM
Too many lonely nights.....it' draining me, being alone....
9/16/2010 12:59:18 PM
Ok, so i stole this from Someone else's profile, if He stumbles across it, i can only hope He will forgive me, for it was one of the most beautiful things i have ever read, and it spoke to me.......
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if
you dare dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk
looking the fool for love, for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive. .
It doesn't interest me what planets are
squaring your moon. I want to know if you have
touched the center of your sorrow, if you have been
opened up by life's betrayals or have
become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own, if you can dance
with wildness and let ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes without
cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you
are telling me is true. I want to know
if you can betray another to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation
of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful
and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know
if you can see beauty even when it's not a pretty day,
and if you can source your life from God's presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure,
yours and mine, and stand on the edge of a
lake and shout to the silver light of a full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live
or how much money you have. I want to know
if you can get up after a night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't matter who you are, or how you
came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in
the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with
whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains
you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,
and if you truly like the company
you keep in the empty moments.
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer (A Native American Elder)
9/12/2010 5:23:19 AM
|"Between birth and death lies desire,
desire for life, for love,
for everything good.
And this is the source
of all suffering."
9/11/2010 5:40:58 PM
I'm a submissive woman,
but do not get me wrong.
I am not a weakling,
I'm intelligent, proud and strong.
I can take care of myself
my submission is my choice.
I'm a very strong-willed woman
who knows how to use her voice.
Then why, you may ask,
do I choose to give up control?
To allow another the power
over my body, heart and soul?
There's a certain freedom
that I cannot quite explain;
It's trust, loyalty and devotion
It's passion, pleasure and pain.
It's in the wonder of knowing
that I'm always cared for by Another.
I call Him my Master
but He is also Mentor, Friend, and Lover.
He anticipates my wants,
He knows my every need.
And I know that my best interests
are at the heart of His every deed.
My heart swells with pride
as He sits tall and proud in His chair;
His loving girl kneeling at His feet,
His hand resting possessively in her hair.
Everything I do, I do to please Him
His every wish, want and desire
I'm not a materialistic woman,
His smile is the only reward I require.
I kneel before my Master with pride
So please, do not look upon me with pity.
For, if asked, I will tell you
this is exactly where I wish to be.
9/11/2010 4:51:54 AM
..........birth of a slave.........
Running through life, proud and strong
driven to excel In every task.
always peering into the darkness that lies ahead
never reaching the light that awaits.
knowing there is more and reaching high
standing tall, yet with doubts inside.
wondering if there can ever exist,
the one that will light the torch.
searching, struggling, never satisfied
crying at night alone with your fears..
fighting and questioning your deep desires.
explaining your needs to those with deaf ears.
off in the distance a shadow appears
holding a dim lantern to guide you home.
a pinpoint of light, a beacon of hope
whispers of love calling your name.
Come, my love, follow your dreams
Come, my love, I'll fill your needs.
Come, my love, offer your deepest gift,
Come, my love, learn to be adored.
the lessons you have learned through life's search
have been for a reason you now understand.
without the searching and questions, my love
you would not be prepared to begin your path.
power doesn't shout, it speaks with a whisper,
strength is empowering those that we love.
respect can't be demanded, it is always earned,
and the gift of submission will make you free.
the distance has closed, the light now burns bright,
your path is flooded with surrender's sweet light.
come , your true Master's face is now clear,
holding out a strong hand to take you home.
yes my love, you are beautiful as you kneel before me,
finally having found your inner power on bended knee.
9/10/2010 5:00:50 PM
Sometimes the loneliness just overwhelms me...and now is one of those times
9/10/2010 2:38:21 PM
The Submissives Creed
i will communicate with complete honesty my needs, desires, limits, and experience. i realise that failing to do so will not only prevent my Master and i from having the best experience possible, but can also lead to physical and emotional harm. i will not try to manipulate my Master. i will not push to make a scene go the way I feel it should. i will keep an open mind about trying things that I am not accustomed to or comfortable with and expanding my limits. i will continue to grow as a submissive and as a human being. i will accept the responsibility of discovering what pleases my Master, and will do my best to fulfil His wishes and desires. i will not allow myself to be harmed or abused, I know that submissive does not equal "doormat".
i will be courteous and helpful to my fellow submissives, i will share my knowledge and experiences with others in the hope that they will learn from where i have been i will take the time to help those new to the scene start out on the correct path.
i will be responsive to my Master, i will not try to hide what my mind and body are feeling so that i may assist Him in His responsibilities as my Authority, i know that Dominants are not telepaths, and will not expect my Master to know thought or feelings which i do not share.
i will never think myself a "better" submissive because i choose to submit on a different level than another. i will not be boastful of experiences i have had as a sub. i know that my actions reflect upon my Master, and will do my best to help others see him in a positive way, i will not intentionally embarrass or displease my Master.
Above all, i will wear my title of submissive with honour, i will never cause others to think that being submissive means to be weak or subhuman. i will take pride in who and what i am, and will never show myself in a negative way.
9/10/2010 2:36:30 PM
The Master's Creed
Above all else he cherishes his slave, in the knowledge that the gift she gives him is the greatest gift of all. He is demanding and takes full advantage of the power given to him, but knows how to share the pleasure that comes from that precious gift.
He is in control of himself first and foremost, so that he may control others. As a stern and demanding Master, he can cause his slave to cry real tears. As the consummate lover, he will then kiss the tears away, without stepping out of character.
In times of trouble, a Master will leave the roles behind, to be a supportive friend and partner, never forgetting that this is still a loving relationship between two caring individuals. He is quick to understand the differences between fantasy and reality. He would never ask a slave to put him before her career, or family, just to satisfy his own pleasure.
To win his slave's mind, body, spirit, soul, and love, he knows he must first win her trust. He will show his slave humour, kindness, and warmth. He must always show her that his guidance and tutoring is knowledgeable and deserving of her attention, that this is a man she can learn from, and trust his direction.
He is romantic enough to be protective and chivalrous. When called upon, he will fight for his lady's honour. He proves to her that he is someone she can lean on, and depend on.
When it comes time to teach his slave her lessons of obedience, he is a strong and unyielding professor. He will accept no flaw, nothing less than perfection from his student. Never does he use discipline without a good reason. When he does it is always with a knowledgeable and careful hand.
He is always open to communication and discussion, always ready to hear her wants and needs. He is patient, taking time to learn her limits, and knowing that as her trust of him , grows so will they. He never has to demand ritual behaviour by her. She responds to him out of the want of pleasing him. Compliance comes from the wanting to please, not the fear of punishment. He understands the fragile nature of mind and body and never violates the trust given to him.
He is secure enough to laugh at himself and the absurdities of life. Open minded enough to learn new things. Strong enough to grow. His tools are mind, body, spirit, soul, and love. He understands that each partner gains most from pleasuring the other. And both of them knows that love and trust are the only bindings that truly hold.
9/9/2010 3:46:59 PM
I am a submissive woman
I am a submissive woman
i find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive
to my Master in a loving relationship.
i am not weak or stupid. i am a strong woman,
with firm views and a clear concept of what i want out of my life.
i do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength.
i will look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never
will i be more complete than when He is with me.
i know that He will protect my body, my mind, and my soul
with His strength and wisdom.
He is everything to me, as i am everything to Him.
His touch awakens me and His thoughts free me.
Only in serving Him do i find complete freedom and joy…
His punishments may be harsh, but i accept them thankfully,
knowing that He has my best interests always foremost in His mind.
If He desires my body for pleasure, i shall joyfully give it to Him
and take pleasure myself from knowing that i have brought Him happiness.
However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of O/our relationship.
The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt,
those are all parts of this relationship.
My body is His, and if He says i am beautiful, then i am.
No matter what i look like to others, i am beautiful in His eyes,
and because of that i hold my head high.
If He says i am His precious jewel,
then i am that…a beautiful, sparkling gem.
If He says that i am His pet, His slut, His whore, then i am that..
as wanton and dirty as He wants me to be.
My mind is His, to expand, to explore, to know only as He can.
i have no secrets from Him… for secrets are a thing that would
keep me from being more perfectly His.
Secrets would put a wall up between my Master and myself…
and i do not want walls.
His lessons are not always ones i would seek on my own,
but they are lessons He has decided that i need, and so i learn from Him.
My soul is His, as bare to His touch as ever my skin could be
when i kneel naked at His feet.
Never a moment goes by when i do not feel His presence,
be He miles away or standing over me.
If i were to ever displease Him, His displeasure would be a blow to my soul,
worse punishment than any lashes could be.
The anguish of my soul that i feel when i disappoint Him
is harder to bear than any physical anguish i feel.
i am grateful that he cares enough about me to spend
His time and energy so freely on me.
i have the easier job, to feel, to experience,
to let myself go and abandon everything to Him.
i am His pleasure and His responsibility, and He takes both seriously .
i am a submissive woman.
i am proud to call myself that, my submission is a gift that i do not give lightly,
and can only be given to the One who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold.
Only to my Master who has that strength, will i give myself fully,
because i am strong and proud.
i am a submissive woman.
9/8/2010 10:03:33 PM
Where are You? i know You are out there somewhere....i am here waiting...i close my eyes and picture You standing behind me, Your breath a whisper on my nape.....Your voice in my ear...telling me EXACTLY what i will do for You, and i tremble....my heart races..i grow weak in the knees, and i sigh as i melt at Your feet