There are times in life when words fail. They cannot ever truly capture the essence of what I am or what I am looking for. We each are such unique individuals, that making profiles and posts like this is reminiscent to trying to paint the Mona Lisa and only having clumsy fingers as tools. I once asked my ex-boyfriend to describe me in 5 words. He replied, "I can't, you're too enigmatic to be summed up in such a paltry way." So let me do my best to paint a picture for you, and I will hope that you can see past the crude lines and with a little imagination see the beauty that lies here.
Who I am: I am a kind, intelligent, educated, loving woman. I am wickedly whimsical by nature and always up for a new adventure. I am someone who laughs and smiles all the time. I love the outdoors, fishing, camping, and hiking. I love to explore new places and meet new people. I enjoy traveling and am often found on a random road trip. Family is very important to me. I was blessed with an amazing family whom I enjoy weekly if possible. I am recently married and have been blessed with 5 step children by this marriage. I am a very confident woman who knows what she wants in life and am fearless when it comes to pursuing my goals. I try hard to remain humble despite that confidence. I am also a very open minded individual who tries hard not to be judgmental of others, but refuses to put up with any form of disrespect.
What I am looking for: I am looking for a friendly companion. I seek someone to share my thoughts with. To laugh, smile, and share stories with. I want to find someone who can hold their own in a philosophical conversation. Someone who's company can inspire me as I would hope to inspire them. I have already found my soul mate and I am looking forward to spending my life with him.
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Craving a nice thick cock . One that stretches ones tight pussy nicely.
I I tend to the fire.
The passion burns,
It threatens to escape.
I hold my breath to keep from fanning it.
Containing the beast.
My thighs are singed.
The coals white hot....beg for release.
Oh if not for the chains of my heart. The wildfire would consume all.
I find myself a bit wide eyed after my first bdsm convention. What can one truly say after visiting wonderland. For those who have never attended I would like to include a brief description of what it was like and why I am so fully fascinated now.
Let us start with the classes. The first class I took was anal torture. Nothing like a true sadist who can crack jokes while using sand paper, icy hot, and candle wax on a subs asshole. Next class was teasing and denial, it is not everyday you get 2 women and a man to climax together 2 hours in. Covert play was fun as well. I cannot wait to tie a mans balls to his ankles and go for a walk, not to mention the 10 minutes I played with the class toy as we passed a remote control around the room turning on and off the egg that had been firmly placed up his tight little ass. It was a joy to watch every muscle in his body tighten as you turned it on. The look of concentration on his face. How his lips would get tighter as he tried not to moan. Mmmm lovely. Blindfold play was also a fun class. Watching two men try to anticipate whether pleasure or pain would be delivered next. The mind games were magnificent.
Then we come to the dungeon. Oh my now we are truly down the rabbit hole. You walk into a room that starts out with a few privacy screens. Before your eyes see anything you can hear the crack of the bull whip, the moans of pleasure and pain. The smell of it hits you as well. It is nearly as alluring as fresh made cookies. It pulls you in saying, "this way to something wicked and fun."
When you finally get past the screens a new world opens up and yes things are truly Topsy turfy. The first thing I saw was a machine That was almost like a blow up air mattress with person suctioned in between the layers. The latex or rubber getting tighter and tighter around his body a crowd gathered around as a naked man dry humped the man in rubber who was helpless to move.
Next, we had a giant jungle gym with 40 year old "girls" in their school girl uniforms with teddy bears climbing, giggling, and playing. Inside the structure was a woman with a gigantic balloon and leaf blower. She would blow it up to a certain size then a naked person would jump into it.It would shrink around him or her until the air was put back in then another person would join. I believe they got 5 people pushing and playing naked on the inside before it popped and they were "born."
Beside that we had naked people running in gigantic hamster balls. A naked fairy passed me as I watched the play, and I had to admire in wonderment her needle wings.
There were large suspension areas with tall industrial strength steel girders where men and women were dangling from locked cages, chains, and ropes. One was cellophane wrapped to a cross. Scattered everywhere were tables, poles where people were bound being flogged, spanked, paddled, caned, tickled. Someone was on a rack being stretched and had a single tail biting her tender flesh.
Another pet was crawling around with a big wooden piece tight around his balls dragging as he crawled. There were women with their legs bound to their thighs and paw mittens crawling awkwardly on all fours as their masters took their puppies for a walk.
Some of the tables had very gory scenes going on as designs were cut into subs. Blood cupping made a huge mess, and I watched as two subs with huge smiles were sewn together. Branding was going on as well and I watched in fascination as the violet wand was used.
In fact I was too fascinated to pass that one up and stripped down to allow the maker of that wand to use its many attachments on my body. The metal electrified cane definitely got my attention. lol. I simply must have one someday.
Next we had the lube wrestling, and the pony track where pretty little ponies were giving carriage rides.
Most fascinating of all to me was the fire play. Watching the flames run over the skin.... I simply MUST try it sometime. My body instantly reacted to the kiss of the flame even though it was not on my own skin.
A beautiful church full of hope and warmth, I close my eyes feeling the sun warm upon my skin. My eyes flutter open and gaze upon the floor. Such beautiful intricate detailed imagery surrounds me. I am basking in the design that glows off my skin and all that is around me. I am surrounded by beauty and my heart flutters happily dancing in its radiance. It is the stained glass window above. A vision of serenity and art etched so carefully. I can only imagine the time, the effort that went into creating such a masterpiece. I want to get closer to examine its intricacy, to run my fingers softly over the colored panes. I see the rock coming for the distance…. To my horror it shatters the glass sending it’s sharp shards as a shower over my head. I try to shield myself from the impact, but sometimes there is no protection from how deep things may sink in. I am deeply wounded and tears flow freely. Such a masterpiece is in ruins at my feet. All safety lost, the warmth stolen from the empty hollow where the window was. I reach down with shaking hands to pick up a shard with all of its sharp rough edges. As my tear trails hot anger down my cheek It splatters messily over the piece. It is then that I realize the glass is just that. The beautiful design I saw was nothing but common marker as it slowly rubs off staining my hands. A mere illusion cleverly crafted to make one think there was more. I SEE THROUGH YOU. I brush the tainted glass from my shoulders, dress my wounds and walk on. For what more can you do in a world of forgeries?
Too many people are way to serious on here. Laugh a little. Smile.... use your voice journals as random karaoke machines. What the hell. Just have some fun.
Is it just me, or do allot of people on here seem absolutely lost? Some profiles are so very very sad. People who seem to think that they have absolutely no worth if it is not given to them. I truly don't understand this concept. Am I perfect?...no. Am I everyone's cup of tea?... No. Can this fact sometimes hurt?...Yes. Am I going to let one person or a million determine my worth in this world. F**K no. I believe at the end of the day you should be happy with yourself even if no one else is. Yes someones attention can elevate you, reassure you, push you to become more than you think you are, but these are just the stepping stones. You walk the path. A Dominant person can bark orders all day. He/she can punish you, demand things of you.... but YOU either do them or do not. Whether it is the lash of the whip or the gentle loving hand that guides you it is just a push in the right direction. The path is yours to take, each step is your accomplishment. I believe at the end of a day a real dominant is just a person who clears the path, creates the map and guides you by whatever means on your way. We just create the runway for you to strut your stuff, so do it. Shine. Raise your chin up high and work it baby because you have had it all along.
Mistress, Goddess, and Queen
If Thou Drinketh of my lips, ye shall not ask for wine,
I’ll allow your wandering fingertips over my curves divine.
My softened skin beckons as I drape myself before thee,
My lips themselves glisten, as they hungrily purse upon thee,
Your eyes fix on my breasts as merrily they rise and fall,
But it is what’s within my chest that is the greatest treasure of all.
It is the way the Chantilly lace lies softly upon my skin,
Never concealing that much, yet taking your mind for a spin,
And your mind is still reeling from the scent that tickles the air,
It softly whispers, “Play with me, I’ll whisk away your cares.”
My hair softly billows around my shoulders firm,
Your eyes slowly devour me; I can see the fire burn,
The shackles hold you steadily, keeping you in your place,
I take my time sparingly, as I cut away the lace.
Your muscle strain against the steel, Cold and hard it holds,
You know better than to break free, you will do as your told.
Your goddess walks toward you, her breath upon your face,
My body moves so softly, it’s made for style and grace.
Tonight my word is law, and happily your knees will bend,
With a personal goddess by your side, you still can’t help but grin.
You will happily accept the rules, and the punishment I put forth,
For this Mistress before you accepts you, and she never denies your worth.
A man of the world who bows at home, as strangely as it seems,
For what would life be worth without your Mistress, Goddess, and Queen.
By: Mistress2Rule
"Take me with you to the depths of dreams"
Here is a new poem. I'd love some feedback. Tell me what you think.
Darkness into Light
The sharpened steel pierces, tearing the flesh unmercifully,
Like a missal it knows its target, The hidden vein throbbing
deep within,
The day is painted crimson, as my life-force pours from me,
I watch it stream
steadily, as my world begins to spin,
The tingling sensation sharpens as my body stiffens coldly,
All warmth soon to be forgotten, As it trickles down my
side.
My stubborn heart keeps beating each thud proclaiming
boldly,
As it slowly begins to empty, as I watch the out flowing
tide.
How much longer till the last drop, till the end of this
deep felt pain?
Who knew it would be so simple just to open up a vein.
The room begins to blur,
The light begins to darken,
?Well that?s the end for her. A quick finish for one barely
started?
Consciousness slips away and the quiet is now embraced,
The pain slowly fades away as the bandage is put into place.
?Thank you for your donation.? Said the nurse with the
pretty green eyes
? It?s because of people like you, that another now may
survive.?
By: Mistress2Rule1
Treasure Hunt
?
Loneliness sinks in,
like the cold steel butter knife,
It meets no
resistance as it slices my heart.
The dull pain
returns, as persistent as ever,
a consistent reminder
that we are apart.
?
A once sought
treasure,
No more your
endeavor,
The thick layers of
dust hide the once golden gleam,
Though once filled
with passion,
And love sweetly
fashioned,
Heart of gold buried,
neglected, unseen.
?
Is someone still
searching,
For something not
working?
It sinks deeper still
in the bog of the day.
?
Stagnant, rejected,
forgotten, neglected,
Surrounded in
darkness will it soon decay?
?
Who would conceive
that it could be retrieved?
Corrosive memories
washed away.
Some call it dreaming,
Hardly believing
There?s anyone who
could come and save the day.
By: Mistress2Rule1
Isn't it interesting how every woman is made up of so many things. She is not only your temptress, your goddess, but also a sister, a daughter, sometimes a loving mother. I am not a mother yet, but this lullaby came to mind when someone dear to me was struggling.
Luke?s Lullaby
?
Goodnight, goodnight,
My Angel sleep tight
I hope that you dream
of me.
Goodnight, goodnight
My Angel of the Night
I pray that you
slumber softly.
May your dream
whisper softly of the love that I will show,
May they conquer your
fears, teaching you all you need to know.
May they soften your
heart and leaving plenty room to grow.
Yes that is my prayer
as you softly slumbers so.
So, Goodnight,
goodnight, My Angel sleep tight
I hope that you dream
of me.
Goodnight, goodnight
My Angel of the Night
I pray that you
slumber softly.
Think of me as you
dream , as I watch over you
Find comfort here in
my arms..
And I?ll whisper this
song, such softly lovely tune,
A reminder that
you?re safe from harm.
So, Goodnight,
goodnight, My Angel sleep tight
I hope that you dream
of me.
Goodnight, goodnight
My Angel of the Night
I pray that you
slumber softly.
When you wake I?ll be
here. Every day just for you.
I?ll wipe away all of
those fears,
One day you will know
that I never will go.
For I?m yours through
the smiles and the tears.
So, Goodnight,
goodnight, My Luke sleep tight
I know that you dream
of me.
Goodnight, goodnight
We?ll hold each other tight
And praise when this
dream came to be.
Goodnight, goodnight,
My Angel sleep tight
A blessing when you found
me..
Goodnight, goodnight
My Angel of the Night
I?m yours eternally.
.
Illusive Genius
"Click" Goes the shutter as he captures my soul,
Opening my eyes, to the world as a whole.
The picture speak to me with a softened Timber,
“The world is glorious, now surely you remember.”
“Click” Once more, Pull the wool from my eyes.
Pictures that capture such a lovely surprise.
The beauty, the color, all hail our sweet mother,
Nature once more showing all of her grace.
The artist inspires all my love and desires,
Like the masterpiece he hangs, He is always out of range,
As guarded as his treasures, no chances for forever,
Alone I shall stand, the ever loving fan.
Always stretching, never reaching,
For the love who still is teaching,
Oh sweet stranger who has seen just who I am.
“ping” Sounds the keys as the song fills my heart,
Suddenly mending what was torn apart,
The melody weaving each note deeply sinking
As softly he plays the sweet song from my core.
“Ping” as the melody resounds once more,
Lulling, softly sweeping, slowly stopping all my weeping
The sweet muse’s reminder life has more in store.
This artist inspires all my love and desires,
Like the masterpiece he played, I wish he could have stayed,
As guarded as his treasures, no chances for forever,
Alone I still stand, the ever loving fan.
Always stretching, never reaching,
For the love who still is teaching,
Oh sweet stranger who has seen just who I am.
By: Mistress2Rule1
Old Magic Oh the beauty of the night, Magic in its oldest form. Come take me away sweet fanciful dreams. Wrap your dark quivering arms around me, I am yours forever more, mind body and soul. May they ignite in the flame. I would ask what you wish of me, but that is not your way. You do not ask. You take. Claim what you will. I wait....for what seems an eternity, Knowing each heartbeat is already yours. Each breath borrowed. When will you savor your prize? My body hums with anticipation like a crystal goblet when tenderly stroked. Stroke me once more, make me sound as the one you adore. The one whose purest features were designed for your tune. Take me. Make me? fulfill my purpose. Fill me. As your chalice I await the nectar of the gods. The magic of the night embraces me once more. You wrap your dark arms around me and I quiver. Oh the beauty of the Night... By: Mistress2Rule1
I am but honey, naturally sweet and wild. I cannot help that, nor would I want to.
Dancing with A Musicians Fire
The Spanish guitar calls to me like a sirens song.
It beckons, each note, tiny fingers caressing my flesh.
I quiver to the touch.
The soft passionate chords whisper in my ear.
The flame does not refuse to dance when the wind begins to fan it,
Filling it with passion red and boisterous.
It twists and swirls in ecstasy.
Captured in its intoxicating, mesmerizing sound
My body sways.
Instinctually I know the steps.
When the song itself bends you to its will, there are no mistakes.
Just passion. Just Fire.
I will make the world burn.
Ignite its soft tinder with the spark of my soul,
The smoldering of my eyes,
The confidence of my step,
The sizzling of my thighs.
My heart echoes the tempo,
My breath comes in gasps.
It is close to climax.
I can feel it in every tightened muscle in my body.
They hum with anticipation.
I keep moving, never missing a beat.
With great satisfaction the climax of the score reveals itself, slowly tapering off.
The music lingers just long enough for a lovers kiss goodnight.
I collapse, glistening softly.
Smiling happily I know that it was my heartstrings that were truly strummed tonight.
Play me again sweet musician.
~Mistress2Rule
A Wolf In Sheeps Clothes
Sweet, Innocent, and ripe for the plucking, You want to devour me, I can see it in your eyes,
Gentle, soft spoken, yours for the fucking, you imagine your body between my soft thighs.
My hair is bound tightly though softly it flows, Gently cascading with ribbons and bows.
My scent softly lingers tickleing your nose, and the brush of my hand quickly curls your toes.
The bait lies before you with the swaying of my hips, Entangleing you more so as I moisten my lips.
"Come closer" I beckon you with style and grace. "Come join me for coffee here at my place."
Your mind begins to fill with reasons to stay, Little do you know I shall have my way. When we get to my lair, or "my humble home," There I shall quickly change the tone.
You shall be bound and gagged, Used and had, Whips and chains, No pride will remain, You'll wimper and plead, Fulfill all of my needs, You'll crawl and scrape, I'll give all you can take. I'll push your limits until your lost in it. The all consuming fire you'll burn with desire until your every wish is but to please your mistress. Then when all is done, I'll have to run. You'll stare in disbelief; such a powerful release. All control was mine ?as if by design. You'll never be the same, now so addicted to the shame. Such a coy disguise Shed right before your eyes. For how could you have known, I was the wolf in sheeps clothes who devoured you whole laying claim to your soul.
I I tend to the fire. 
