PreciousHoneyPot

Don’t you know that when you offer yourselves to someone as obedient slaves, you are slaves of the one you obey—whether you are slaves to sin, which leads to death, or to obedience, which leads to righteousness?

Do not let the world convince you that trusting is for fools, and forgiving is for the weak. These gifts are blessings given to you that prove that you have an amazing capacity to serve and that you have goodness in your heart

I pull him deeper into my mouth so I can feel him at the back of my throat and then to the front again. My tongue swirls around the end. He’s my very own Master-flavored popsicle. I suck harder and harder … Hmm … My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.

A strong slave is one who feels deeply and loves fiercely.Her tears flow just as abundantly as her laughter.A strong slave is both soft and powerful

just another thought on Submission... understanding your power and using it in a way that builds your Master’s Leadership

i want You to buckle thick leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. i want to hear the clanking of the chains as my wrists are raised above my head. i want You to flog with a heavy flogger, knocking the breath out me, making me sway with every blow. i want to feel it raining down on my shoulders, my ass, my thighs. i want my breasts to be grabbed and squeezed. my nipples, pinched and pulled between Your fingers, before You attach mean black clips to my nipples and the soft, fleshy sides of my breasts. i want to feel the sharp piercing pain of the clamps, settle into the dull throbbing, until You tweak them and send ripples of pain through my chest. i want to feel Your hot breath against my neck before You sink Your teeth into my skin. Your mouth, sucking the blood from my body. i want to feel the sting of Your paddle, smacking my ass, and my soft inner thighs. i want to hear the slap of the leather against my skin. i want to hear Your breathing quicken as You notice my wetness, shiny on my thighs. i want You to hit me until i beg You to stop, then hit me some more. i want to hear the scratch of a match and the flare of a candle. i want to feel the light next to my body. Smell the wax, burning, pooling in the candle, before being splashed across my body. i want to hear myself scream until You gag me. i want to feel Your cane, bouncing over my ass, teasing me with the promise of pain. i want to listen to its whistle and feel my muscles involuntarily tense, waiting the blow. i want to feel the sting, the pause, the after pain, deep in my muscles. i want to feel the pretty purple welts rising. i want You to cane me until i bleed. i want to fall asleep in Your arms, knowing i'm going to be sore and bruised the next day. i want to tell you how much You mean to me. i want to hold You and never let You go. i want to be with you

When i'm in the naughty corner...I don't spend my time thinking what i've done wrong... I spend it thinking about how i can do it next time without being caught!

Submissive women are not weaklings. They are sensitive people who have a great deal of resilience in the face of their particular challenges.

Submissiveness is a strength seeking a proper context

I was asked what begging meant to me and here is my answer...

begging should bare one's soul. begging should reveal one's desire... be it.. physical, mental, emotional and even spiritual.. (as in the connection between the two)... begging should reveal one's soul level need for what the Master/Mistress has to offer... begging is NOT about being in control.... begging is about the beauty of revealing all of one's desires for what the Master/Mistress has to offer. and.. it should be that... deep.. that total.. and that complete.

Rare she hears, but she doesn't really see
She only knows who she is and will always be
Sometimes sad and full of pain
Life has tarnished, left a stain
Still she sees good in so many things
Embracing each day and what it may bring
She hides herself from many that think they know her
Wearing a mask, faking a smile, letting them see only a blur
But a key is held to a door
He holds it with a smile and knows for sure
She is His, and is true to her role
He has seen the silhouette of her soul

Everybody wants a little respect, but many don't realize that real respect is something that is earned, and something that should not be taken lightly. Nobody demands respect until they deserve it, and often times people who really deserve respect don't have to ask for it.

i didn't do it....Unless it was naughty and then i probably did it at least twice...

Here it is, my heart poured out ...Can you comprehend, do you understand what it's about...My submission is not a game for me...It makes my soul thrive, lets me be free...I hunger for a strong imagination...Please don't stop until I have reached my.limitation...I need to please to feel whole...I know my place in this life, I know my role...I will give until every part of me will ache...All I ask is that you never be fake I don't need lies or alibis...Answer me truthfully if I ask why...Guide me patiently with Dominant care...For these things I will feed you my essence and always be there

Making love in shadows of the mind's quite powerful
Active thoughts imagined can become quite beautiful
Sometimes in my mind I’m in this place, I know not where
Standing in this open space, night breezes stir the air

Somewhere soft romantic music's playing in the night
Dressed in white chiffon that flows and glows in the moonlight
Magic's all around me as I sense quite suddenly
I’m no longer on my own, there’s someone here with me

Someone tall, distinctly male, he’s very, very near
Feel his body heat, his breathing whispers in my ear
Strong arms draw me closer as our body contours align
Smooth, connecting perfectly together we entwine

My hands sliding up his chest and wrap around his neck
His hands pull me to his hips, I feel him come erect
His mouth finds my throat I feel the softness of his lips
Swaying to the music, gentle thrusting of our hips

Making love in shadows of the mind's quite powerful
Active thoughts imagined can become quite beautiful

Submission means understanding your power and using it in a way that builds your Master's Leadership.

He controls...
she submits
He speaks...
she listens
He takes...
she gives
He sates
she lives...
He feeds...
she thrives
He leads...
she feels alive
He teaches...
she learns
He knows...
she burns
He is the Master...
she is His pet

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Close your eyes... shhh listen can you hear? breath deeply can you smell? open your mind can you feel? never think it is but a dream it's all too real untamed, beautiful, and free...
Soft sigh
Calm smile You envision what is to be intoxicated by the essence of me

Strong dark hands Wielding flogger and paddle,Whip and cane creating His artwork On a canvas of pale tender flesh.Every stroke produces raised welts.Trophies, which she will cherish long after they’ve faded.In shades of pink and red and deep purple,He likens them to a beautiful sunset.Bound and helpless by artful Shibar she concentrates on the sound of His voice.The rhythm of His blow guides her slow descent into subspace. Once below,The stinging of leather suddenly becomes a soft caress.The roughness of the paddle A tender kiss.Prickly sensations of the pinwheel Remind her of the blowing winds.She flinches…And clamped nipples remind her With a lightning bolt That she belongs to Him.She smiles.He continues. tracing paths He has forged before.Deepening the colors Of His artistic creation.Outlining and filling in,creating the sensual visuals Pleasing to His eye.He loves what He has created And the canvas upon which it sits for His canvas is ever changing,Ever becoming,And, as the colors fade, Always ready for Him to begin again.

Fill your senses with it's intoxicating flavor
Enjoy the smoothness, it's yours to savor
You crave it, this you can't deny
Simply enjoy it, don't question as to why
In the morning glow it will fill you with delight
You may even desire it in the middle of the night
The need to consume feels undeniably strong
A temptation, you care not if it is wrong
Warm and wonderful as it passes your lips
Delightful and delicious as you enjoy a sip

Rare she hears, but she doesn't really see she only knows who she is and will always be sometimes sad and full of pain Life has tarnished, left a stain still she sees good in so many things embracing each day and what it may bring she hides herself from many that think they know her wearing a mask, faking a smile, letting them see only a blur
But a key is held to a door He who holds it with a smile and knows for sure she is His, and is true to her role He has seen the silhouette of her soul

slavery is not about suffering . . .
. . . slavery is about service.
slavery is not about humiliation . . .
. . . slavery is about humility.
slavery is not about pain . . .
. . . slavery is about being present.
slavery is not about being used . . .
. . . slavery is about being of use.
slavery is not about control . . .
. . . slavery is about letting go.
slavery is not about what is done to you . . .
. . . slavery is about what you do for others.
slavery is not about abuse . . .
. . . slavery is about acceptance.
slavery is not about proving anything . . .
. . . slavery is about being real.
slavery is not about contempt . . .
. . . slavery is about respect.
slavery is not about how you look . . .
. . . slavery is about how much you care.
slavery is not about denying yourself . . .
. . . slavery is about being open.
slavery is not about bondage . . .
. . . slavery is about freeing your spirit.
slavery is not about punishment . . .
. . . slavery is about discipline.
slavery is not about being unable to escape . . .
. . . slavery is about being committed.
slavery is not about submission . . .
. . . slavery is about obedience.
slavery is not about fear . . .
. . . slavery is about trust.
slavery is not about sex . . .
. . . slavery is about love.
slavery is not about pleasure . . .
. . . slavery is about happiness

She is clothed in strength and dignity and she laughs without fear of the future.

Sharing your knowledge and thoughts about the things that you know, with others, will not only help them tremendously, it will make you feel extremely good too

JUST BELIEVE

Don't let opportunities that you desire and enjoy pass you by like a runaway train. Take control of yourself, maintain an awareness of your surroundings, and then jump on board and be the absolute best at what you love.

Someone told me I am immature and need to grow up..so guess who's not allowed in my panties now... smartypants

For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the Man

Understanding is much deeper than knowledge. There are many who know me but very few who understand me

Concentrate on the things you want and not on the things you fear. There is no sense in worrying about events that may never occur. Always stay focused, be optimistic and confident and your future will always be bright.

my submission

S is for the person I am, a submissive who gives all I can
U is for the unending love One can give, without it how am I to live
B is for the beauty in me, deep inside, longing to be free
M is for the Master she needs, without Him, her heart will surely bleed
I is for the intimacy they share, a bond that will grow beyond compare
S is for the song in her heart, a song she hopes never parts
S is for the simple things, showing Him every day the joy he brings
I is for the impish way she can make Him laugh every day
V is for the voice she hears, His words whispering softly in her ears
E is for everything she will be, for at His feet she can overcome anything

Sharing your knowledge and thoughts about the things that you know, with others, will not only help them tremendously, it will make you feel extremely good too trust me on that :)

Anything worthwhile involves some challenge and effort in order to obtain it. Never overlook the opportunities in your life just because they may seem difficult to acquire. Achieving truly great prospects lies within your ability to seize the opportunity and develop your ideas.

Invest in yourself. Never sell your self short on dreams that you know you truly want. It is easy to forget that the most coveted things are not easily attained. Go beyond what may seem like your limits and you will succeed in maximizing your return

Concentrate your mind solely on your single most important desire, without bouncing around from one to another...,smirks

something I've learned over many years...your inner strength to prevail along with the support of others, are profound motivators when attempting to overcome the obstacles that lie ahead. The objectives you create, along with your determination to succeed are significant factors in conquering any challenge.

Don't let opportunities that you desire and enjoy pass you by like a runaway train. Take control of yourself, maintain an awareness of your surroundings,and then jump on board and be the absolute best at what you love.

As a Dominant, one must exhibit confidence, control, and guidance at all times. When you believe in your own instincts, us slaves will naturally support your ideas and have faith in your strategies.... just sayin :-)

Always avoid the mistake of setting out for something without approaching it or concentrating on it fully. Take affirmative action. As you set out to accomplish the things you most desire, really hold yourself accountable to completing all the necessary tasks, that will lead you toward your ultimate goal.

Allow yourself the opportunity to live the life you desire. Do not set limitations on yourself that are based on someone else's negativity

Power of Exchange is useless when into the hands of a person who doesn't know how to use it. The Power of Exchange is dangerous when into the hands of a person who misuses it. But The Power of Exchange can work wonders when into the hands of a person, who puts the world before Himself.

He who is hard on the poor puts shame on his Maker.,but he who has mercy on those who are in need gives Him honor

Pain nourishes courage,,and With courage you will dare to take risks, have the strength to be compassionate, and the wisdom to be humble. Courage is the foundation of integrity

my body is His, and if He says i am beautiful, then i am.

No matter what i look like to others, i am beautiful in His
eyes, and because of that i hold my head high...
...for whocan tell me that my Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in
me?

If He says that i am His princess, then i am that...regal and
graceful.

And if i see laughter at me in the eyes of others, i do not
recognize it, for who are T/they to call my Master wrong?

If He says i am His toy, His slut, His tramp, then i am that...
as wanton and dirty as He wants me to be, and if
O/others do not see this, then it is T/they who ae blind,
not my Master.

my mind is His, to expand, to explore, to know as only He can.
i have no secrets from Him...for secrets are a thing
that would keep me from being more perfectly His.

Secrets would put a wall up between my Master and myself...
and i do not want walls.

His lessons are not always ones i would seek on my own, but
they are lessons He has decided i need, and so i learn
from Him.

my soul is His, as bare to His touch as ever my skin could be
when i kneel naked at His feet.

Never a moment goes by when i do not feel His presence, be He
miles away or standing before me.

If i were ever to displease Him, His displeasures would be a
blow to my soul, worse punishment than any lashes could be.

The anguish of my soul that i feel when i disappoint Him is
harder to bear than the physical anguish i feel when His belt
caresses me with fire.

i spend my days knowing that the energy and thought He puts
into O/our relationship is as much for my benefit as for His.

His part is much harder than mine, and i know this and am
grateful that He cares enough about me to spend His time and
energy so freely on me.

i have the easier job: to feel, to experience, to let myself
go and abandon everything to Him.

i am His pleasure and responsibility, and He takes both seriously.

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MMmmm can you taste it Master?
Filling your senses
The aroma so pure
Ripe and firm
Juices flowing
Overwhelming pleasure
Suckle the nectar
Savor it's untouched sweetness
Let it invade your being
Intoxicate upon it's flesh
Grasp it
It is in your reach
Enjoy natures bounty
As you devour the glistening honeypot

A soft moan
My hands roam over tender curves
A passionate groan
My mind begins to swerve
Biting my lip
As fingers begin to pleasure
Inside I dip
Exploring my aching treasure
Feeling you here
Erotic thoughts fill my mind
It's drawing near
Wishing I were in a bind
Finishing my deed
Back arches from the bed
Sating my need
Visions of you in my head

Soft flesh snug under the rope
Breath is heavy as I try to cope
With the desire that is burning in me
Needing to be sated, needing to be free

Hand in my hair, pulling it tight
I may struggle but will never fight
A bite upon my flesh I feel
Reminding me that this is very real

Body on fire, smoldering hot
Stifling my moans with everything I got
Arching against what is holding me down
Skin turns red but I smile, not frown

Hands ravage what is Yours to use
I crave this from You, cannot refuse
Some may think it an evil deed
But oh how it sates our primal need

You satisfy my yearnings
Sending me into ecstasy
Knowing that i please you
That i submit to what you desire
Gives me pleasure beyond the norm
Bonds cutting into my skin
As i strain again my ties
My body moving not from fear
Not to find freedom
But in euphoria
Drinking in your control
Tasting your gratification
Your pleasure taken from me
Given freely
Submitting to your will
For i am your submissive
All i do, i do for you

beauty is pain..as..pain is pleasure

I want to drench You like warm fallen rain
I crave to feel pleasure, not just pain
I want to show You my secret garden
I yearn to watch Your eyes as my golden brown orbs harden
I want to arch my back with need
I fantasize about tasting Your nectar, savoring Your seed
I want to kneel at Your feet
To feel Your hand upon my cheek
For eternity I could get lost in this feeling
You have touched me, my head is reeling
So many things I wish to say
I know You will listen, that is Your way
Mentor, Master, Teacher
The submissive in me, You have reached her
Now it is up to me to let her be free
I was wrong to say I only write for me
Your inspiration sets my mind at ease
I listen to Your words and am overcome with a feeling to please
You have seen everything I am from woman to child
Living a life that is wicked and wild
Yet it is my mind that You are still beckoning
I surrender, to that there is no reckoning
A smile and a soft kiss on the cheek
You see Sir, I am not strong, but rather weak

For You

Ravenous and begging I kneel at your feet
Eyes full of need, I feel your heat
Head tilted slightly, your hand upon my chin
Searching my eyes, you search within
Soul bared, pleading for a taste
A drop of your nectar I shall not waste
Please sate this hunger, quench the fire inside
Bring back to life what has almost died
My nature is starved, it needs to feed
You are the One meant to fulfill this deed
I'll never take more than you give
But please nurture me enough so that I can live

Tempting your soul with a burning heat
She dances upon you with lust, but not deceit
Capturing your heart so you'll not look away
She will come back to you, day after day
She makes you yearn for her, to fill her need
For it was you that saw into her, then you planted your seed
You smiled down on her, let her in
She will forever be your one true slave

I look out my window and see the glistening glaze
The earth waking up, coming out of it's haze
Cold settled upon it from the night before
A dance of tiny crystals for all to adore
Watch as it melts under the burning sun
Droplets so sensual as they trickle and run
Natures beauty will provide such a beautiful show
Don't take it for granted, it will help you grow

I feel your hands
Gentle and kind
We're drawn together
By an everlasting bind.

Because of you .....I soar
You have lifted my spirit high,
My world is full of sunshine
My tears have all run dry.

For every loving kiss
A new star appears

And all the angels
sing and cheer

and all the fragrant roses
their glorious beauty
they bestow.

As two new loving hearts
Full of love
Begin to grow.

Lured is the maiden beautiful and pristine
He hungers, she is to sate his need
Mythical and wondrous, hidden from view
Swooping down on only a chosen few
Brilliant mind, with patience he will wait
She is his destiny, He is her fate
 The time is right, as He draws her near
He will calm her storm, she will have no fear
 she is worthy, as He will never be far
Together they will share the moon and the stars

my submission abounds through the distant stars

With you by my side we will soar

Touching new worlds of wonder

Endlessly exploring

Forever loving

Hearts intertwined

Sharing fate

True submission

Lives

Warm and moist upon your skin
Sensual wetness you will crave again and again
Caressing your senses with its dewy embrace
Savor its scent as it softly kisses your face
Let it fill your soul with the pleasure it brings
Taste its beauty, pure and raw, unlike so many things
Embrace it as it washes away your pain
Never take for granted the coming of the rain

Lips soft and full, slightly parted
My body aches from what you have started
Succulent orbs tighten and swell from desire
Fingers explore my wetness, setting my being on fire
Hand grasps my wrists pinning them to the bed
Carnal thoughts and acts fill my head
Knees between my legs, parting my thighs
Gutteral groans, animalistic sighs
The wave builds like a rampant tide
Hips thrusts hard as we enjoy the ride
Nectar flows freely in a magnificent burst
Sated for now is the insatiable thirst

I understand People talk behind my back...and the thing is, i'm real and that's something YOU lack.

There is my body tonight.
I am open to your long growing cravings.
It is inactive being quiet, warm moon.
You have nor I will as one I have paused.
Stuck through to the valley I leave.
Abused confessions you have many I heard.
I stop and pause to listen.
Half way in I am half way out perseverance of God.
You have found the punishment for my avarice.
If I am to be sufficiently slow woe is me.
Where my foot then my finger
it can be wrapped around the north star
and looking south it came once before.
Fruit juice of the Ecstasy moves in the rear.
My veins they flow whose explosion is hot.
Is very loud and starts overflowing get wet is red.
It uses violence for maintaining your order my pace.
Tangled with the hair
where your skin to my touch is under thin fabric good.
Slow me down for your sake as my body
which can feel the knot of tight end formation.
The nerve of your expectation
is the release
where my orgasm which in you is vibrating.
Through the skin where my neck is soft
your mouth I included your personality.
And as my body moves down the final lifting is up to you.

Pressure sinks into my skin
Hands claw as I take you in
Harder and harder you sink
Oh how I love this wonderful kink
Being primal is your need
Teeth sink further as they feed
Bottom lip I bite hard
As the delicate flesh is marred
Aching, yearning, as I feel the pain
With this bite my soul you will gain

Jeans, a tee, and a ball-cap too
Knowing eyes
Gentle voice
Chocolate
Lollypops
Morning coffee
Served the way You like
Needing to please like You desire me too
Bitten flesh
Bound to a chair
Soft rope
Entwined around me and You
The ride in the car
The restaurant
The motel
Lucky to be Yours

Warm skin glistens with lust
Hands bound tightly, showing the trust
Legs part as I feel the heat
Eyes meet yours as my heart skips a beat
Slowly your tongue dances over my lips
Fingers explore my secret garden as I raise my hips
Breath warm on my skin as my breast begin to swell
You watch the story that my body has started to tell
Moans escape from deep inside
Back arches as I crave for you to mount and ride
Too long it has been since I have felt these things
Sensual erotic pleasures and the ecstasy it brings

Once you see into someone's soul, you're attached forever.

Ravenous and begging I kneel at your feet
Eyes full of need, I feel your heat
Head tilted slightly, your hand upon my chin
Searching my eyes, you search within
Soul bared, pleading for a taste
A drop of your nectar I shall not waste
Please sate this hunger, quench the fire inside
Bring back to life what has almost died
My nature is starved, it needs to feed
You are the One meant to fulfill this deed
I'll never take more than you give
But please nurture me enough so that I can live

Here it is, my heart poured out
Can you comprehend, do you understand what it's about
My submission is not a game for me
It makes my soul thrive, lets me be free
I hunger for a strong imagination
Please don't stop until I have reached my limitation
I need to please to feel whole
I know my place in this life, I know my role
I will give until every part of me will ache
All I ask is that you never be fake
I don't need lies or alibis
Answer me truthfully if I ask why
Guide me patiently with Dominant care
For these things I will feed you my essence and always be there

She saw...
and was captivated
She looked...
and wanted to float for eternity
She studied...
and her mind felt peace
She explored...
and a needful hunger overcame her
She glimpsed...
into serene realness
She delved...
and yearns for more
She sees...
and knows her needs will be sated

Swirling
Melding
Coming together in the deep dark night
Enraptured
Enchanted
Letting the other know all is right
Glowing
Beaming
Droplets of sunshine dance with the stars in delight
Yearning
Needing
Forever there will be a joining of darkness and light

I need you like never before
I crave you, please give me more
I desire you, it's you I need to feel
I yearn for you, my passion is all too real
I give myself to you flawed as I am
I will follow you, if you will guide this lost lamb
I submit to you, for my needs you understand
I will have no fear as you take me by the hand
I adore you, for you are a wonderful Man

How is it that You know me so well?
How do You see past my lies, seeing my inner hell?
How is it that You know my mind is filled with You?
How do You know that my heart is true?
How do You see past the mask, and know my insecurity?
How is it that You make me feel so free?
How do You keep drawing me like a moth to a flame?
How are You able to make me feel passion without shame?
How are You able to see the real me?
How do You know that it's not real what others get to see?

 
Why do I not want You to leave me be?
Why have You enraptured such a lost soul?
Why do You need me to be in my one true role?

So many questions reel through my mind
From You, I can't seem to hide
I'm so tired of this cat and mouse game
You've been consistent, always the same
It is I that shoves You away
Yet You know that I will return and beg You to let me stay
I crave structure and my place in this life
I need to be led with a firm yet gentle hand
I need to be taught, so that I can understand
At times I want so badly for my submissiveness to die
But to say it is not a part of me is a lie
So many times I have let You down
I never wanted to be the cause for You to frown
I don't care about any of the others
If You have one or a thousand lovers
All I know is that You are true to who You are
In my eyes, You are a shooting star
But one last question yearns for release ...

Are You my Salvation?

my submission.

S is for the person I am, a submissive who gives all I can
U is for the unending love One can give, without it how am I to live
B is for the beauty in me, deep inside, longing to be free
M is for the Master she needs, without Him, her heart will surely bleed
I is for the intimacy they share, a bond that will grow beyond compare
S is for the song in her heart, a song she hopes never parts
S is for the simple things, showing Him every day the joy he brings
I is for the impish way she can make Him laugh every day
V is for the voice she hears, His words whispering softly in her ears
E is for everything she will be, for at His feet she can overcome anything

Hungry eyes follow your lead
Soft moans build your need
Powerful lust full of greed
She craves to be covered in your seed

Take her to a place she has never been
Her desires please don't condemn
See in her the beauty within
Show her how to yearn again and again

She will take, but no more than you give
She needs to remember what it feels like to live
She craves to feel you like a soft gentle rain
She also needs your loving pain

Whisper to her that everything will be alright
Bind her, use her, love her all through the night
She may beg, plead, struggle, but will not fight
Know she will be smiling in the morning light

Lollipop lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli Lollipop lollipop

 
orange, cherry, grape
lemon, apple, lime
strawberry, watermelon, or peach


Choose a flavor that You like...
As you unwrap it, her skirt she will hike

Place it in Your mouth let the flavor linger
Beckon for her to spread with a wave of Your finger

Rub it over her, twirl it inside
Watch her ecstasy as she enjoys the sweet ride

I want to be your arms, I want to feel your touch,
I want your lips on mine, I need you very much

Where are You?

I'm not miserable but I'm not happy. I'm not strong but I'm not weak. I'm not rude but I'm not polite. I'm not popular but I'm not a loner. I'm not sexy but I'm not horrid. I'm not dumb but I'm no genius. I'm not you but I am me. Accept it

A slave’s life is mostly composed of patience and study. Yes, study. If not with actual books, then following the example of greater, senior slaves. Or learning every nuance of their owner’s character, so that they can more completely and seamlessly offer themselves at the right time and in the right manner

Do i disturb Your slumber
As i wander through
Your delicious dreams

Alone in a corner no one to play with me
Uncollared submissive
Longing to be the one who is owned
Belonging to another
There for their pleasure to be played with and loved
Looking around watching others
Who play and perform in the heat of the night
Carefully not wanting other to see
The longing that is deep inside of me
One day i will find the one who is right for me
Who will take their pleasure  and give it back to me
Then alone in the corner
No more will i be

The soul attracts that which it secretly harbors, that which it loves, and also that which it fears

is that the bell i hear?  Its only 1:16

Im not miserable but Im not happy. Im not strong but Im not weak. Im not rude but Im not polite. Im not popular but Im not a loner. Im not sexy but Im not horrid. Im not dumb but Im no genius. Im not you but I am me.

i don't regret anything that has happened to me in my life, whether it is making a bad choice, deciding to do something I shouldn't have, saying the wrong thing or not doing something I should have done... because all of these things have given me the knowledge I have today and helped make me who I am today... a woman of class and a slave of worth..

Keep looking my way. My head is held high. You wanna bring me down? I dare you to try

One of the lessons that I grew up with was to always stay true to yourself and never let what somebody else says distract you from your goals. And so when I hear about negative and false attacks, I really don't invest any energy in them, because I know who I am

i'm glad you talk shit about me
i'm glad you call me a bitch
i'm glad you keep running your mouth
i'm glad you watch me walk by
shootin daggers wit your eyes
i just roll my eyes and laugh
it shows me how important i am to you

Your actions show cowardliness..which is giving me the strength to move forward.

my mind body and soul yearns for thee

To crumble and fall, my tears to see, this is whom I was to be. Strength over came the words you spoke, and took my soul that you once broke. Colors of your laughter stood
still in my mind, for your hateful words became my strength to find. Left broken and alone,
walking proud I do, for your worst fear had just come true. With a smile I walked away,
and stand tall till this very day. I hear your laughter, and shall never hide, for you were the day I began and the day I died. No longer to fall, no tears to see

Lying is done with words and also with silence

Bind my ankles with Your white cotton rope so i cannot walk. Bind my wrists so i cannot push You away. Place me on the bed and wrap Your rope tighter around my skin so it grips my flesh. Now i know that struggle is useless, that i must lie here and submit to Your mouth, tongue, teeth, Your hands,words and whims. i exist only as Your object

my eyes plead for ownership my thoughts beg to be bound by Your will my mouth craves to utter your words

Do You not see beauty before You? Will i not serve to  Your Standard? Why do You neglect me so?

I will sitt..sit her for eternity,until You have decided that i am worthy

Worthy of becoming Yours

Taking chances and learning from your mistakes is an excellent way to learn how to improve yourself. All of your life's great achievements will be shaped from this learning process

Soon silence will have passed into legend.

Rare she hears, but she doesn't really see
She only knows who she is and will always be
Sometimes sad and full of pain
Life has tarnished, left a stain
Still she sees good in so many things
Embracing each day and what it may bring
She hides herself from many that think they know her
Wearing a mask, faking a smile, letting them see only a blur
But a key is held to a door
He holds it with a smile and knows for sure
She is His, and is true to her role
He has seen the silhouette of her soul

Remind me of my place If i cry, give me a reason...show me no mercy force me to my knees and use me as you will

 lie waiting for you my body trembling in excitement and anticipation my scent fills the air my soft silky limbs spread open wide for you my heart races my bare sex glistening in want and need of you my breath quickens my whole being yearning to be taken my smile widens my creamy breasts beg for your attention my hips lift my wetness gives way to your thick heat my back arches my body meets yours thrust for thrust my throat moans my pink folds thicken as my pleasure mounts my juices flow my voice screams out as we explode together my chest heaves my breath escapes in contented sighs my eyes close my mind wanders as my body seems to float i lie waiting for you my soul needs to be with You again

i want You to buckle thick leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. i want to hear the clanking of the chains as my wrists are raised above my head. i want You to flog with a heavy flogger, knocking the breath out me, making me sway with every blow. i want to feel it raining down on my shoulders, my ass, my thighs. i want my breasts to be grabbed and squeezed. my nipples, pinched and pulled between Your fingers, before You attach mean black clips to my nipples and the soft, fleshy sides of my breasts. i want to feel the sharp piercing pain of the clamps, settle into the dull throbbing, until You tweak them and send ripples of pain through my chest. i want to feel Your hot breath against my neck before You sink Your teeth into my skin. Your mouth, sucking the blood from my body. i want to feel the sting of Your paddle, smacking my ass, and my soft inner thighs. i want to hear the slap of the leather against my skin. i want to hear Your breathing quicken as You notice my wetness, shiny on my thighs. i want You to hit me until i beg You to stop, then hit me some more. i want to hear the scratch of a match and the flare of a candle. i want to feel the light next to my body. Smell the wax, burning, pooling in the candle, before being splashed across my body. i want to hear myself scream until You gag me. i want to feel Your cane, bouncing over my ass, teasing me with the promise of pain. i want to listen to its whistle and feel my muscles involuntarily tense, waiting the blow. i want to feel the sting, the pause, the after pain, deep in my muscles. i want to feel the pretty purple welts rising. i want You to cane me until i bleed. i want to fall asleep in Your arms, knowing i'm going to be sore and bruised the next day. i want to tell you how much You mean to me. i want to hold You and never let You go. i want to be with you.

Being a slave, I have a drive to please and to put all other’s before myself. I strive to help people by serving them and fulfilling their needs in emotional, material and physical ways. I have a habit of doing these things to my own detriment. I give all that I can until I am a exhausted on all levels with no ability to stop myself from doing so. I need to be able to fulfill this drive in an environment that is safe, emotionally productive and physically healthy.

You can't run from yourself There is no place to hide It just hurts you so deep It hurts your heart and your pride.

Don't let opportunities that you desire and enjoy pass you by like a runaway train. Take control of yourself, maintain an awareness of your surroundings, and then jump on board and be the absolute best at what you love.

I have a heart
I swear I do
But just not baby
When it comes to you
I get so hungry when you say you love me
Hush if you know what's good for you

I think you're hot
I think you're cool
You're the kind of guy
I'd stalk in school
But now that I'm famous
You're up my anus
Now I'm gonna eat you fool

I eat boys up
Breakfast and lunch
Then when I'm thirsty
I drink their blood

Carnivore, Animal
I am a Cannibal
I eat boys up
You better run

I love you
I warned you

Rawr!

Dear Santa,

either you get me what i want for Christmas or Prancer and Dancer are next!!

 and i'm not fooling!

Saying nothing...sometimes says the most.

take my submission and all it offers, cause this is as unconditional as it'll ever get

i am Strong because i am weak. i am Beautiful because i know my flaws. i am a Lover because i'm a fighter. i am fearless because i have been afraid. i am Wise becasue i have been foolish. And i can laugh becasue i have known sadness!

Under a blindfold ~
my senses awaken ~
You bring me to life.

Under Your strong hand ~
trembling submissive need ~
You coax pleading cries.

Under Your control ~
an instrument of lust ~
You play me so well.

Under passions play ~
Float into wondrous space ~
You keep me safe there.

Under Your deep growls ~
Writhing beneath You ~
I hear one word....breathe

Collar me, cuff me, call me Yours, slave i shall be,
tie me, tease me and my love you shall see.
Bend me in pain and show me Your law,
i shall live to please You, without any flaw.
i shall be a slave and want nothing more then to obey,
allow me to look, allow me to taste, allow me to scream
but punish me as You may.
i am a submissive and i am true to my desire,
You are My Dominant My Master, My Sir and My Sire.
i am Your pleasure, i live for Your sound,
to Your words, Your wants and needs, i am bound!
Allow me to be Yours and make no mistake,
There isn't one rule i shall be aloud to break!
my boundaries are Your Kingdom, my body Your Domain,
Your pleasure is my job, submissive is my name!
To run is not an option, to cry only when i'm told,
my heart, my soul and my life You shall hold!
Punishments shall show strength and how far i can go,
this is must to learn boundaries, something i must know!
i am only what You allow, what You desire to see,
but together as one Wwe shall grow, Wwe shall be!

So many faces gaze upon me
Yet so few eyes i meet
So many want to explore me
Yet none want the whole truth, they crave deceit
So many want to claim me
Yet they only want a sexual prize
So many beg for my attention
Yet would they even care if i lied
So many say i'm beautiful
Yet my beauty lives within
So many don't understand me
Yet i have told them again and again

I'm withering
without your touch, I fade to nothing
Without your discipline, i stray.
Let me feel Your strength overtake my own,
let me feel Your power.
On my knees, i beg
i beg for the crack of the whip
for the marks, for the bruises
For Your hands to be wrapped around my neck.
i beg for discipline.
Take my body, make me scream.
Chain me, restrain me
i can take the pain.
Use me, abuse me
Black, blue and glowing.
Leave me battered, leave me beaming.

I beg for discipline

The flesh is weak
it does not bring satisfaction
merely a tool
to reach the truth
Inner circles within circles
I will bend but will I break?

Their perception of attainment,
intertwined with lace and leather
freedom in chains, they don't understand.

It's not about the sex,
it's my essence you wish to obtain.

There is no access to the inner core
as long as the outer surface remains
true strength reached through its obliteration
resistance dissolved and gathered anew,
If I truly give you all I am, I am reborn.

Alone in a corner no one to play with me
Uncollared submissive
Longing to be the one who is owned
Belonging to another
There for their pleasure to be played with and loved
Looking around watching others
Who play and perform in the heat of the night
Carefully not wanting other to see
The longing that is deep inside of me
One day i will find the one who is right for me
Who will take their pleasure and give it back to me
Then alone in the corner
No more will i be

Posses me, own me, control me, force me, make me, love me

i'm the kind of girl who will dance in the pouring rain.. Smile like i'm fine when i'm not... Make you laugh when you want to cry.. Worry more about you then me... Fall over laughing at the dumbest things.. Always forgive but never forget.. Who loves so many and hates so few.. When shes loved by so few and hated by so many...

You cannot create a statue by smashing marble with a hammer, and you cannot by force of hands release the spirit or the soul of submissive.

an empty urge waiting to be fulfilled
countless nights lying awake
aching to submit.

Every waking moment barren of commands
freedom is such a bitter thing
when you were born to follow.

Ever have?

The craving so intense your skin screams with want?

The burning, needing ache,

searing your soul, consuming your mind?

You can almost feel the whip, kissing your skin,

peeling back the layers of numbness.

The sharp sting, making you hiss with desire,

your body crying for more.

Have you ever had that craving?

The craving for the heavy hand of a lover?

Your ears searching for the sweet sound of

the white hot slap?

You can almost feel the weight of his hand,

settling on your sore flesh, pressing the pain

further into your soul.

Have you ever had that craving?

The craving for the hard thwack of a well made flogger?

The force of the blow, nearly knocking you

off your feet?

You can almost feel your skin compressing under

the weight of the leather, and then releasing

to receive another welcome blow.

Have you ever had that craving?

The craving to be powerless before a talented Man?

The desire to serve Him for as long as He'll allow?

You can almost feel the submission growing,

glowing inside of you as you peek up at Him through

lowered lashes. Fearing His kiss, yet hungering

for His punishment.

Have you ever had that craving?

The craving for sweet, sweet tears pouring down from wet

eyelashes, cooling hot cheeks, soothing

trembling, bitten lips.

The craving so intense your skin screams with want?

The burning, needing ache,

searing your soul, consuming your mind?

i have.

The smell of the candles mix with the smell of the leather,
as i feel the warmth of my restraints
holding me firmly.
i feel the delicious pain aching in my breasts
the clamps pinching on my willing nipples.
The velvet darkness
that my beloved blindfold brings
cushions all and yet heightens my experience.
Masters hand caressing, then striking
i know not which i prefer
my senses soar, as i feel the pain
then i feel the pleasure,
my heart quickening, my pleasure building
i hear the swish before the pain,
followed by engulfing warmth
i feel the tightening of my skin
redness grows in uniform stripes,
the cane lands once more.
my breathing fast
my head spins
i feel my love juices rise.
i long for release
But not from my restraints
my sexual need
being fulfilled
i am a submissive whose needs are unique.
The need to submit
the need to serve,
and yet i need more.
Am i a masochist?
This word is so taboo
and yet the pain i submit to
takes me beyond the normal sexual pleasure.
Takes me to a place
a place so addictive
like a drug-induced state
i float.
my body is no longer part of me
i feel no pain
i feel no restrictions
all i feel is total pleasure

I promise to give you my love
My respect my total submission
I ask nothing in return
As all I give is freely given

Alone I sit in an empty room hearing my hearts cry
for the One it holds dearest.
The black loneliness envelopes me
and crowds my very breath.

Alone I cry and weep for your strong presence
to draw me in and hold my life.
Alone I hold nothing, in your presence
I am fully whole.

Come to me Master and I will greet you
my heart leaps and my feet dance.
My soul flies and Your presence carries me away
to a secret place that only W/we can stay.

My Master, My love
at the very thought of your presence
the sun opens it's eyes and drips honey on my lips.

At Your presence the moon envelopes me
and the shadows I once did fear
no longer hold me there
and the icy grip is melted
The instant you draw near

As I look in to the darkness
To see what I?ve become
I bow my head and wait for you
When I really want to run.
I don?t know how I got here
I don?t know the way out
I just want to kneel
And scream, please Master
Help me out.
I don?t hear you coming
I don?t get a call
I sit and wait in darkness
To see how far I?ll fall.
Here my plea and help me
Carry me on a cloud
Don?t leave me here to fall apart
Come shouting that you love me
Proclaiming it very loud.
Is that you my Master?
Can I hear your call?
Are you coming now to save me?
Are you going to stop my fall?
I can?t see you Master
You sound so far away
It must have been my heart beating
Trying to find away
To get a message to your thoughts
That your girl waits for
You each day.
Maybe you can?t hear me
Your to faraway
To come in to my life right now
So I?ll wait here very quietly
And look forward to that day
When you walk in to my world
and never go away.
Until then,
I'll wait

The exquisite anticipation...
as i wonder what shall come next
The tremble slight tho it may be....
Invokes such intense desire

Cravings....so constant
Real desire ~ intense and strong
Anticipation of what's to be
Visions of You standing there waiting
i will be Yours totally and freely
Needs that only a Master can meet
Gaining a security never before felt
Sure of only one thing

The need to be Yours
To kneel before You
Strong proud and sure
Fulfilling finally for me those
Constant Cravings

Nothing Else Matters

On the precipice i kneel
The voices ringing in my head
The pressure to be the way they want,
Can't they just want me to be me?

Deep dark desires i feel
my mind and body scream for release
The need to be free absorbs my every thought
the normal no longer theirs to choose

i never opened myself this way
it's my life i live it my way
Like a flower blooming for the first time
With trust comes the release

Two lost souls become one
Our desires meshing to bring pleasure
Don't doubt my desire...don't make it wrong to feel this way
Trust i seek and will find in You....

In The Eyes Of My Soul


In the eyes of my soul, 
You are a Master and I am a submissive. 
we are not equal. 
we are opposites of the whole 
complimenting one another 
fullfilling each other's needs 
completing the circle. 

In the eyes of my soul, 
You are a Master and I am a submissive, 
You have the instinctive need to control, possess, 
defend and provide for me. 
I have the instinctive need to please, trust, honour, 
and obey You. 

In the eyes of my soul, 
You are a Master and I am a submissive. 
You stand in front of me to protect me. 
You stand next to me to share with me. 
You stand behind me to support me. 
I kneel before You out of my deepest respect. 
for You have proven Your worthiness to me. 

In the eyes of my soul, 
You are a Master and I am a submissive, 
You teach me, You guide me, You give me strength. 
You are my light in the darkest of night. 
my submission is all that I have to offer. 
You're acceptance of this sacred gift has bound my 
soul for all time. 

For in the eyes of my soul, 
You are my Master and I am a submissive.

I Stand Alone

i'm alone and lonely,  i've tried so many times
and each time i've failed, tis better to stand alone

i know He's there searching for me too, but i can't see Him if i cloud my vision with pain

Standing alone and true, i'll wait for Him to see
The thing i offer so freely to the One who is put here for me

Longing

Alone in a corner no one to play with me
Uncollared submissive
Longing to be the one who is owned
Belonging to another
There for their pleasure to be played with and loved
Looking around watching others
Who play and perform in the heat of the night
Carefully not wanting other to see
The longing that is deep inside of me
One day i will find the one who is right for me
Who will take their pleasure  and give it back to me
Then alone in the corner
No more will i be