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Hetero Female Submissive, 40,  Texas
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The10thMuse

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You the Artist: “...When I look at you, even a moment, no speaking is left in me no tongue breaks and thin fire is racing under skin and in my eyes no sight and drumming fills my ears…” You know how to draw her in, mold her, and shape her into the piece of art she is. You draw out her inner beauty and all that is hidden until you bring it to life. You are strong and sure in what she should be you recognize what she does not, she is your Muse. You are creative and unafraid to strip away what others may fear, she is your medium of expression, her mind, her body, her very soul yours to mold. She the Muse: She has such an influence on Him the Artist that she becomes the focus and inspiration for His creative work. If the muse loves a man, it is said His worries instantly disappeared. The man who is loved by the muse was considered to be more sacred than a holy man. She sits patiently waiting upon Him as His masterful strokes paints her into His vision, His hands chiseling away, shedding the outer stone until she is revealed a new in His handy work, a beautiful and masterful piece of art giving joy at the very sight to her creator. ACT II: The ropes begin to entwine her, she is not rigid nor afraid, she is drunk from the surrender. He skillfully binds her, taking his time, its like a slow sensual dance. He guides her and moves her, he captures her senses on a level that is unlike cold metal or lazy chains and cuffs, no he is methodical and knows that with every turn of the rope and touch of her skin and whisper in her ear she yields even more, she does not fight the rope she falls into it, thankfully restrained and welcoming the respite from freedom. ACT III: Pain, beautifully and artfully given, not marred but made beautiful from what is given. No one else sees the handy work, the Artist knows exactly what he is doing and how to work with his medium, the public sees only the outward beauty of His muse, never the marks from the tools that it took to make her so.
Because you love me Stand with me face to face And unveil the softness in your eyes...

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 The10thMuse

 Submissive Female

 Texas

 Willing to Relocate

 5' 1"

 40

 Hetero

 Caucasian

 11/23/12

 

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Journal Entries:
1/7/2013 10:32:47 PM

Who is He I clearly hear?

His voice that now controls me.

What mastery guides me towards His request?

You pour through me, washing away my uncertainty.

Who are you that you should compel me on?

His beliefs, His veracity became mine. 

He has become my Eleutherios allowing me to partake in His mysteries, possessed and empowered in my own submission.

My Lyaeus, He frees me from all torment and brings order my chaos.

He is like a tree; He shelters me as I lie naked, safe in His shade. 

His delicate, loving, constant possession I have become.

Once a distant ignis fatuus He ignited that which was an ember in me.

What else is there in life but being near Him?

Oh, to be given to you my own Eros.

If this is but a dream then let me abide here lost in Him forever.


12/13/2012 6:51:47 AM

"He whispers sempiternally upon every inch of her rope bound body"


12/8/2012 6:15:17 PM

In the spirit of craving and feasting and consuming (mind, body, and soul respectively), I perceive reluctance more than fear and possibly a bit more falling than lunging. But I am not interested in quibbling. Those in protective mode are not likely to lunge toward much of anything. But while safely ensconced one may safely indulge the idle and harmless distraction. And while thus cocooned and distracted, a hunter may approach in ever diminishing circles, his hunger for consumption not masked yet unperceived, the ever closing circle winding his own cocoon into that of your own, and of a silk unknown to your alchemy, with a tensile strength unknown to your physics, a web of dimension unknown to your mathematics, a binding unknown to your biology. It is a silk that is inescapable as it undermines desire for escape; it is in fact so very reassuring that in your contentment you draw it about you even tighter. Only should you rebel would its presence be announced, but in the elixer of its warmth, the sedation of its cloak, rebellion as concept dissolves from the lexicon. 

It is in such state that the eyes affixed draw the hunter in for the kill, the consumption drawn out through those same eyes, across the now negligent expanse of space, inhaled as the sweet syrup of soul flowing forth, absorbed in surrender and exaltation. The prey thus consumed is now prepared to be ravished in dessert, the mortal coil the celebratory feast as occupied in primal lust, captured, invaded, inhabited, embalmed with an altogether foreign nectar dissolving tissue and sinew into alien form, of alien purpose, under alien direction, yet visibly unchanged from your prior state. 

When you awaken, the merged silks will be the strands of the marionette. Only your mind will remain cocooned in dreamy alert. From deep within I shall direct and choreograph, your utterly voluntary compliance will feel as autonomous as any act ever taken ... more so in the clarity of uncluttered thought. Meaning will be being, purpose will be function, direction will be action, action will be service, and service will be bliss. There will be no further need, nor place, for distraction.


©The10thMuse


12/6/2012 1:05:11 PM

I wish I could lay here and not hear all the voices in my head

That I was beside you, that you could make me feel what it is I need

I wish I felt your soft breath on the back of my neck as your body moves behind mine

That I could hear your voice full of raw power whisper in my ear

I wish I could feel your passion upon my body

I wish today I had worn panties just for the hell of it

I wish I at this moment could feel your hands in my hair

Your body pressing mine against the cold hard wall

Your hand around my throat as I breathe you in deep

Your voice telling me how this encounter will end

Sending my mind and body into that place

My skin like Braille telling you all my secrets as your fingers trace my body

I cannot hide what I want or who I am with you

Each breath hitching up in my chest as my excitement grows

With each touch, each moment, pain, pleasure, the lines blurred

Yes this is what I’ve needed to be for some time now

What am I? You ask me over and over

I know what I am, I am your slut!

I bite my lip to keep the words from escaping my lips why?

I wish for this not to end

I wish it would be forever...I wish...


©The10thMuse


12/4/2012 5:19:01 PM

The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice 
Hearing you speak my name 
Beckoning me to answer 
Telling me you want me 
So I tell you that you're the answer to every question I've ever had about love 
Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us 
Tracing your shadowscape 
Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and 
All its divinity and I praise you 
Because all of that is for me 
I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies 
Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts 
Dripping down my chin 
Your taste is something Godiva couldn't re-create 
Needing every atom of your anatomy 
Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity 
Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness 
Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes In my daydreams 
Seeing that face you make when you're making me cum 
And it makes me want you right there and then 
Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get 
Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place 
As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft

and all I want you to do is extinguish it 
You know my body like the back of your hands 
And touch me and send me into ecstacy 
My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high 
Body rising, sweating, panting, make-up melting, pulling my hair and scratching my back 
I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words

in a four octave-range screaming your name 
"You are so big and so hard, you give it to me so good, you are my mortal sin." 
I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine 
And I struggle as you lick torturing me I try to get away but not really 
Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilletos 
Again you pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still 
And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me 
Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I'm told 
You've molded me so I'm good to no-one else but you 
You've conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it 
Again and Again 
My face radiates with after-glow 
My pillow scented by you a fragrance which haunts me 
My room smells of the best sex 
Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me 
Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history 


12/1/2012 2:43:48 AM

Chill bump covered skin

Fingers read like braille

Heat between us rising

This is far from hell

 

Warm breath teasing

Red silk draped

Body longing

No desire to escape

 

Tear streaked cheeks

Red hot welts

Heavy flogger

Thin leather belt

 

Ice cube melting

Trickling down my heat

Cold rivulets

Bound little feet


© The10thMuse


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