"There is something about~
Being pushed up against a wall, face first~
Cheek resting on rough wallboard~
Breath caught in your throat~
Listening to the growling in your ear~
And trying to remember your own name~

There's something about being~
Pushed up against a wall~
Your back flat up against it~
Staring straight into eyes that see through you~
Swallowing hard~
Waiting for your heart to start beating again~

There's something about~
Being made to crawl across the floor~
To a seated Man, staring into your eyes~
Not letting you not look at Him~
Not letting you stumble~
Drawing you to Him without a word~
Trembling, a whimper caught in your throat~

There's something about~
Being pulled up by your hair~
Feeling that hand slink up your neck~
Into your tresses, close to the scalp~
Grabbing, gripping it, guttural sounds emitting from His lips~
The pain not nearly as strong as the urge~
To cry or bite a hole through your bottom lip~

There's something about~
Being bent over the back of a chair, without warning~
Without pretense, without question~
Having your skirt flipped up, cool air hitting hot skin~
Your cheeks blushing, with the same color of your ass~
As He warms it with the striking of the palm of His hand~
The tears you cry not cooling you~
The tears you cry because He has found you~

There's something about~
Those words He uses~
Those names He calls you~
Those phrases meant to elicit a response~
And you do respond~
All of you responds~
And your body betrays you, always~

There's something about~
Being thrown down and taken~
Not against your will~
For your will is to be there~
To please, to submit, to offer, to relinquish~
And you cry out for breath, for more, for Him~
And you know you are home~

There's something about~
Kneeling quietly beside Him~
Your body reddened, coated, tired~
Your mind silent, for once ~ for a time~
Your head bowed, your eyes closed~
Your lips quivering as His fingers touch you~
Your submission, unquestioned~
Your Peace at Hand."

Not sure where this came from, but I love it.  Wish I had written it:

  He will touch me without use of his fingers.

He will own my body before even feeling its flesh.

He will have me craving his whip before ever hearing its “swish.”

He will have me bound regardless of ropes or chains.

He will adore me, as I worship him.

He will nurture me, as under him I will grow.

He will teach me, as I am eager to learn.

He will be strict but loving, as I crave his direction.

I will feel him next to me, even when He is not.

I will hear his voice, even when he does not speak.

I will make him proud of me, for that is forever my goal.

I will be owned by him, for with him is where I belong.

I will learn from him, as I learn of myself.

I will endure for him, for some lessons are learned hard.

I will hunger for him, for he is who feeds me.

I will honor him, for he is my Master.

It is SO hard to find someone in this life who has all the qualities you love and admire. It’s even harder to find the one who has those qualities and is also in the lifestyle – the one who knows all of your wants and desires and who knows how the satisfy them.  Harder still is when you find that perfect one, you fall in love, and there are barriers…. either distance, a medical problem, a spouse, or a job that prohibits your being together in the type of relationship you desire most.  To truly love and yet be denied the intimacy is, perhaps, the cruelest fate of all.  How do you fight the insecurities?  How is it possible to love someone completely…. to know that he is the one with whom you want to spend the rest of your life… and yet not be able to touch?  How long does it take before the unasked/unanswered questions build an additional barrier?  Do you end the “affair,” or is the pain of not having him in your life… your soul… not feeling his strength, even from a distance, far worse than the pain of not being able to feel the physical closeness?  AND, if you truly love him, is it possible to end it?  Or would you just be lying to yourself, knowing he would never be further away than the next beat of your heart.  Other unanswered questions?

For me, a person’s username says something about that person.  So many times, I have gotten messages from someone with “Dom” included in his name, as if it were a “badge.”  As I’m sure many of you know, just calling yourself a “Dom” or a “Sub,” doesn’t make you one.  There ARE true Doms on this site, just as there are true subs, but it quickly becomes obvious to me which Doms are true and which are merely using that name as a cover for their desire to abuse.  I have met a gentleman on this site whose name is a true representation of who and what he is.  He has won my trust and my respect, because, along with being a true Dom, he is also a gallant soul….  He’s a man of honor, and the one who wins his heart and is lucky enough to share his life will be truly blessed.  It nice to know there ARE still men of his caliber out there.  I consider myself one of the lucky ones to have the privilege of knowing this gentleman.  We should ALL be so true to ourselves.