MistressTonya2u

When things happen that are beyond your control, you can feel helpless, defenseless, afraid.

So what do you do to change that feeling?

You take control of other things.

Even if you have a submissive heart, sometimes you are too afraid to allow another person to own you. Too look after you. Too believe they will have your best intrests at heart.

Then years pass by, and you learn more as your experience grows.

You enjoy the aspects of D/s, even if you secretly crave to be the one submitting.

Then one day life throws something at you that knocks the wind out of you.

You have to reevaluate who you are and what you want out of life.

Its even harder if you are a tenderhearted person, someone who believes in love and craves to be the center of your world.

It takes more courage to submit than to Dominate.

More trust to put your life, body, soul, and heart into the hands of another.

Like the extensive ink in my skin, this journey from Dominance into submission has been a work in progress.

A story of my life etched into my skin, soul, and heart.

I don't know where this story will end. Will I become a slave? Possibly.

Thank you to the one who showed me it is okay to kneel down, without you, Stargazer 301, I don't know where I would be.

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 bitten
Especially on the back of the neck or breast
Feeling His teeth so close to piercing you
Wondering, as you cry out, if He will, this time
Wondering, if you're going to bleed for your
Submission

There's something about
Being bent over the back of a chair, without warning
Without pretense, without question
Having your pants dropped, cool air hitting hot skin
Your cheeks blushing, with the same color of your backside
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
Being slapped across the face
Not backhanded, but smacked to bring about
A change in behavior
A change in attitude
To make that lovely wail come from deep in your chest
You long to make it, as He longs to hear it

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
Being drug in the shower
Forced to your knees
Hissed at for silence
Growled at to be still
And awaiting the flow
That you know
Marks You as HIS

There's something about
Kneeling quietly beside Him
Your body bruised, 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

wonders what it would feel like to be fisted

I need some fucking cherry pop rocks!

Increasingly intrested in possibly exploring 1950's household.
The Dominant male would preferably be an outlaw with a lot of ink and a Harley.

What is the depth of your soul, your depravity?

That which feeds me, destroys Me

?People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.? -Jim Morrison