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	I have always been submissive in nature...from my relationships to my jobs to insignificant daily tasks.I have always showed characteristics that mimicked that of a submissive. Over the past few months I have felt this insatiable hunger to submit and be dominated. It feels like someone has spiked my blood stream...or that I'm terribly hungry and those who have tried to help quench my appetite have subsided my cravings as much as a snack does to one who is famished. As of late I have found myself searching for knowledge resulting from this extreme need that has seem to take over me. For years I just took the name of freak as so many have named me. But this alter personality that is two steps from taking over me doesn't identify with this labeling. My fascination for the art of the geisha, the role of a submissive, my love for what is deemed by some as sexual deviancy and the craving to have a Domme/Dom had finally make sense. Now that I have accepted what I am I am thirsty for knowledge and training. This has brought me here.

9/17/2008 11:19:57 AM

My favorite time of year approaches....I wonder what All Hallows Eve possesses for me this year....

9/1/2008 8:26:22 AM

Him

His accent fucks my pussy like no other chicks strap has…

His hands maliciously drain my breath

He’s my Damien

I'm his willing victim

And together we play in evils Toyland

I fantasize about his blood stained lips

He’s tempted to drink from my flesh

He hates me for haunting him outside his realm

Sadistically he is the equivalent of me…and he can’t run from that

We are each others sick nightmare….

Sometimes when I let myself go and take this all in

I have these sick twisted thoughts

Starring him

He takes away my breath…

My beautiful seductive nightmare

Instinct allows me to trust him

But she may be blinded by his gifts

I choose not question my present…

And kneel before him showing my respect

He covers my eyes and rips strands of hair from my head

He’s brutal as he beats me in silence

I find myself craving his presence

When he knows this he stays away

Another form of his sick punishment

Wanting him to own me is a thought my mind dare not neglects

He would kill me for another’s touch so I have no choice but to him submit

I belong to him

His perfect little pet….

I need him for without his touch

My soul could never exist.

9/1/2008 8:10:29 AM

My Masterful

With bound hands and stifled tongue I submit to him

He brings me the gift of punishment

And on my thigh, he carved that I belonged to him

Once…when I was good he rewarded me

Tying my wrist to my feet and repeatedly raped me

When he was done he held me

Licked my flesh

Took my breath

And fist fucked me…

I wonder where it stems from

…the need to brutalize me

He’s a master of the craft

Any submissive would kneel at his feet

He is me and I am him

Together we are complete

My being feeds on his rib

As he feeds on my flesh

I am an extension of him

As I stand here chained to this post

I have no fear of the evil he holds

He lashes my back

And plays in my wounds

Tears my skin and beats my naked body til I'm bruised

I crave his torture and beg him to continue

He beats me harder for begging him to

I feel him running through me

Sucking on my air as I breathe

I feel him on top of me

Underneath me

And scratching from inside of me trying to break free

He is my captor

I am is captive

And I will remain at his feet

I don’t need help

Don’t save me

With him is where I want to be…

9/1/2008 7:27:48 AM

Ive been gone for awhile...but I have learned so much about myself. What I thought I wanted has evolved and I wonder what now awaits me.

4/14/2008 1:57:52 PM

I have loved the kind words and offers of Domination...I would like to make it known that although I do crave to have a Domme I do not wish to rush this process in anyway...but again thank you...you are kind

4/13/2008 4:13:47 PM

today I’m craving pain...pure unrestrained pain....time for another tat I think....my artist understands me and lovely gives me my fix...(I can hear my potential, in my ear calling me an expensive whore)...I feel like my skin is crawling....I'm going through withdraw...my flesh wearing an invisible sign saying, "help me please".

4/13/2008 7:28:36 AM

Pain in my thighs
Reminds
Me of last night

The way you placed me on top of you
Allowing me to perform my slow wicked grind

The small of my back
Left bruised
By you
Leaving your mark
Telling all
That attempt to kiss this spot
I belong to you

Red bands appear around my hands
From where you tied me to your bed

Scratches kiss my back

Bruises lick my thigh

Sweet words haunt my ears

Reminding me of things I said to you

As you fucked me gently

Making me cry..

As I stand in front of the mirror

I close my eyes

Running my hand along my breast

Fingers disappearing between my thighs

Allowing memories of you to make me high

I reach up to let down my hair

The white scarf you used to

Choke me

Is found there

I gently release it
Allowing it to touch the floor

Looking up I see you behind

Naked

Waiting at the door

You come up behind me

Bending me forward

Feeding me deep

I beg for more

In my reflection

I can see the pleasure you bring to me

In my soul

You've touched me

Allowing me to be free

And as the moans of ecstasy roll

Off my lips

I feel your grasp tighter

Careful not to let your grip slip

Pushing harder

Your strap disappears into the gap between my hips.

My head falls back

Hair covering my tat

You brush it away and began kissing my back

You send chills down my spine

Making my insides scream and cry

I never want to let this go

This moment with you

To me is divine.

For a moment you release me

Kissing my cheek

You take my hand and guide me

To your bed

Tucking me in the sheets

You whisper in my ear for me to

sleep

Gently you kiss me

And began holding me

Still whispering to me for me to sleep

It's so hard for me to close my eyes in fear of this moment just being a dream

As if knowing you quickly tell me

"Even if it is a dream just feel blessed for being allowed to feel me"

4/13/2008 7:12:49 AM

I love it when you call me your nasty bitch

As you have my ass in a tight grip

Forcefully penetrating the split between my lips

with your "dick"

My pussy throbs with just the thought of this

I place my fingers deep within to stop it

But your voice haunts me

Telling me to play with it

Your wishes have always been my command

And with your order I take my hand

Part my lips and seductively began carrying out your devilish plan

Closing my eyes I pretend its you as I continue to do what you silently tell me to do

With ever gasp you penetrate deeper

Smiling at my shaking thighs

A subtle sign of me getting weaker

You kneal before me going even farther

Taking my screams as permission to stroke even harder

As tears roll down my cheek you whisper to me

"Thats a good bitch"

Knowing that shit always makes me spit no matter how hard I try to supress it

In my daydream you stop me right before I cream

Pull me by the hair

And guide me to crawl to you

Enjoying the sight of me on my knees

I began sucking you like a good girl should do

And for once I have taken over control

But just as I feel your shit about to explode

You catch yourself and overthrow me taking your place in your dom role....