He leads,
i gladly follow
He leads and makes me yearn
for places of adventures
and his love

His dreams and wants
become my pleasures
i am here to please and serve him
his treasure

i complete him
to complement him
fill his live with pleasure
joy

in viking garb i tend my chores
with happiness and pride
i know it pleases him
and frees his time
for wilder dreams

His dreams will become
a wonderful full life
for both of us as one

To live the life we long
long ships
on a endless ocean
of love

a story, slightly editied so they would accept it


*The Canvas*

i woke up, a cold yucky feeling, maybe because i was on the floor, maybe because i needed to please Him. god! i want to please him!

i sit up and see Him sleeping soundly. slowly sneak onto the bed, i hope He won't be mad. i pull the covers down gently and stare at Him.......yum! i love that body! instantly i'm wet. i gently caress Him, hands moving to what pleases me, and Him. He twitches, and starts to grow in my hands, i stroke Him and move from my hands to my warm wet mouth. He stirs.
does He know how much pleasure i get from Him, his touch, his lashes, oh! the lashes! i love the feel of every stroke of his flogger, the thought makes me want to cum. just when i think i can take no more, He brings me to a new level of pain, of pleasure.
i suck and lick Him harder and faster now as my mind wonders to the pain. and in my mind i beg Him to give it to me.
He's awake now, hips pumping to my mouth, hand on my head telling me what a good slut i am.
i love mornings when i wake up feeling needy. and i know what will happen when i am done, i will get 2 gifts, 1 being his hot beautiful cum down my throat, the other being his lashes, hard and brutal, they make Him so happy. He says that i am His canvas, and the whip , His brush to stroke me with, leaving a beautiful abstract painting of lust and sadistic Dominance upon my body.
i become living art, sadly, ony to fade. i crave to be that art, that canvas.
every loving stroke He bestows on me is a gift.
He is tensing now, my mouth working hard to please , to recieve my gift.
He growls in pleasure and grabs my head pulling it closer and gagging me as He shoots down my throat.....MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
He clears His head and smiles, that evil sadistic smile i love so much and tells me i've pleased Him.
finally, 2 words from Him *the room* smiling and knowing i enter the play room and get in my place and position, waiting impatiently.
He enters, another word *horse* i jump up and position myself over the horse, ass up, exposed, vulnerable in all places.
i see and feel Him quickly strap my ankles and wrists to each leg and clamp a weight to my hood ring. i'm excited now, i am the canvas.
His crop comes out, no flogger today, His art will last long and i will feel it for many days, i smile.
*my little slut, you will enjoy this, and after this morning, you well deserve it*.
He begins....no warm up, just pure hard strikes, over and over. i feel the fire and welts rise on my canvas as His brush strokes my back , bottom and thighs.
moans escape my lips and finally a tear runs down my cheek. He walks around to the front of me, He touches the tear with His finger and puts it to His lips, smiles, but says nothing. again He moves behind me, more strokes. this time i feel almost nothing, i am there, my place, the place where pain and pleasure mix and bring joy, my happy place.
i stop feeling the strokes altogether now and wait. is He finished with me, did i please Him, my mind races. i hear rustling noises, i feel cold wet fingers probing me. then i feel that searing yet wonderful pain as he grabs my welted hot ass and enters it in 1 long hard stroke.He fucks me hard, stroke after long stroke. even tho i am strapped to the horse, i try to pump my ass to His strokes and He slaps it for moving, more fire, but He reaches around to my pussy and clit, tugging the weight and rubbing the rest., but knowing better, i hold back, He will tell me when i may cum. finally, He cums, another gift, this time in my ass.
He unstraps me now but tells me not to move then lovingly applies lotion to my back.
but i know better, when He is in this mood, He is not done. He tells me to go to the cross. i'm feeling the pain now and slowly go and position myself.....He straps me facing Him and removes the weight. this time His flogger comes out, i am secretly greatful.
He runs the flogger over my body, gently, almost tickling me, smiling. then He steps back and i know.
He swings....starting easier this time, but soon getting hard and steady. my mind says stop, my body says more. breasts, mons, pussy, He misses nothing. this canvas is well marked now, He releases me and i almost fall, but His strong arms catch me. He carries me to the bed. i lie there, Him looking down at me, again He lotions my new marks using extra lotion on my pussy and sliding fingers in, my hips start to move. my body is racked with pain, yet i need more? yes, and He knows it. He is over me and with another swift move, He buries His hard cock in my pussy. no words said, i just look at Him with those eyes and He knows *yes baby* is all that is said.
we fuck, more gentle this time, yet He still takes me, it is always that way, and i wouldn't want it any other way.
my back is in agony as it is pushed into the bed, my front stings, but its all part of who i am....His canvas and i revel in it as He fucks me.
we both tense, and explode....
god, how i love a weekend morning!
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a poem, though it will not come out in this in the proper poem format, i hope you enjoy as

*In His light*

i feel so cold

the cool air kisses my naked skin

it surrounds me

it chills me

i stand there bound

wrists held tight and high

legs spread

my senses aroused

in the distance i see a light

a warm and comforting glow

closer and closer

i see sensual deep eyes,

long flowing hair

i smell leather

i feel strong hands,

His hot breath on my neck

i hear the voice...

feel Me

taste Me

please Me

be one with Me

He gives me His love

lash after lash
 
His love marks cover my body

they rise with every loving stroke

they bathe me in His warmth

a moan escapes my lips

my pain, His pleasure

His pleasure, my pleasure

it is all one now

the love stops

only to take on a new form

His body pressed against mine
i feel Him

hard and hot

my flesh on fire

His touch sends me

more loving strokes

His teeth bite my neck

His hands grab my hips

His soul thrusts deep into me

again and again

His voice whispers hot in my ear

with every loving stroke...

you are Mine

show Me your love


as i show you Mine

give Me your soul

as i give you Mine

deep thrusts of love

i push back onto Him

time stands still

our moans float through space

our lust mingles

we are one

by wee_one2 4/05/05
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"Before You judge me, take a look at You"
wee one2

what this slave wishes...
i wish to wake up and go to sleep with secure feeling of my Master's collar snuggly around my neck...
i wish to know that no matter what life throws at me, my Master will be there
, at times to listen and advise me with a soothing touch, a kiss,a gentle whisper,
 at other times to correct my wrongs with His strong hand, crop, and stern voice...
either way, i will thank Him from the bottom of my heart and soul...
for i am His, and as a slave i will be nuthing without Him....
  that is what i seek...
submissively,wee one