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Dominant Couple, 57, Ocala, Florida
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Dominant Couple, 35, Ocala, Florida
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Male Submissive, 37, Ocala, Florida
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About ocalamaster4utwo
im gentle....loveing....ruff.....large package....love being in totaly control.. tie up.. and use you... forcefully ..,.....are you looking for real love on here as i do..... contact me... i seek one to love |
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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 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
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..im honest.. truthfull ..these hands that punish you will caress you................................................................these hands that fist you will rubb ur wounds with love.. these hands will feel ur every mood desire n i will make them all real for you my one...,,,,,,,,,,,,, these lips that call you names will praise you these lips will kiss ur nipples n bite ur swollen nips will lick you if i want too, i will give n recieve love if i see fit if you contact meill be the one to guide you.. take ur breath away n give you screaming orgasms over n over..feel me love me serve n service me if you may.. be true to your selfand come home to me ur dom.. |
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A confused sub came before a wise Master who adored her. She felt that to submit to him would mean she would open her heart to unbearable pain should he ever leave her. She hungered for him and needed him, but was ready to walk away in panic.
The gentle Master knelt her before him and started a tale of love and devotion. As she looked up at him his arms began to widen and open like a large tree stretches its branches to the sky. At that moment the Master appeared rooted to the floor and his impressive size towered above her like a giant tree. Then he began to speak.
I'm here for you, now and always no matter how far time and space takes us. Whether you walk away from me today or you stay and serve me I will not turn from you. I am as patient as time itself; I will take not from you unless you give freely and completely of yourself, but I give onto you regardless -- for my love is unconditional.
Like the olive tree that can both feed you and shade you, I am there seemingly eternal to your short life on this earth. If you need my fruit to feed your hunger I will give you all the fruit you need. If your skin grows dry and loses its luster, the oil from my fruit will restore it and make it glisten. When you need comfort my leaves will gently caress your face with the slightest breeze. When you need discipline my branches will correct you when the wind blows strong. If you just need my shade to protect you from the sun, my branches will shade and protect you. If you need warmth at night my fallen branches will fuel the fire to keep you warm and safe. If you need a refreshing breeze my leaves will fan you and cool you. You are my gardener.
When you submit to me, you tend that which keeps me vibrant and full of life. When you kneel under me and till the soil, you give breath to my roots. When you water me, my sap flows strong through me raising my limping Branches. When you soil yourself collecting fertilizer with your bare hands, you strengthen and humble me with your devotion.
Although my life will go on, life would not be the same without you.
Your dedication and unconditional care for me keeps me vibrant and nurtures my very core. The sustenance and protection I give you seems little reward for your servitude. Still the gardener serves the tree from her heart and the tree gives to her heart all that he can!
I am planted firmly on the ground and cannot follow you if you walk away from me. . But be assured I will survive. One hundred years later and two of your lifetimes; I will still be there, waiting for you in the same spot to offer you all that I do now.
Stay with me and be my gardener. You cannot get lost in me for we are complementary to each other. I am your devotion, and you give meaning to my existence. Apart we live life and survive; together we bloom eternally!
As the Master finished his last words the sub cried herself to sleep at his feet. That night, he stood planted there like the Olive tree offering her his unconditional love and protection as she slept. As she would tend to him with her devotion the next day and everyday
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