With Your Foot Arched Beautifully

You in naked splendor With your foot arched beautifully 

Your stand in your glory 

Waiting to begin your primal touch.

You in confident standing 

Firm in the storm that’s your life.

I found your breath in the breeze  

Still you arch your foot beautifully.
As the wind gently lifts your hair hides 

Spiral shells that are once your tiny ear,
That are as bounty 

Taken by thieves from the shore

Of this green

And peasant land.

Your breasts of equal fullness, 

Overflow my vision 

With your living light

 Oh! And a thousand times yes,

Your winged eyelids of silken thread

Disclose the deep 

Volcanic landscape of your amber eyes.

My Craven Needs

I crave your mouth, 

To hear the warmth of your voice, 

I crave to touch silky fine hair.

I crave the still, silence ,

Of lamp lit streets

That lay empty of drunks

And the fiasco of cats singing midnight choirs.
I in silent shadows remain 

Silent, 

Starving I prowl through the streets. 

Bread does not nourish me,

The dawn it disquiets me, 

I have faithfully searched 

The liquid sound of your steps all day.  

I hunger for your sleek laugh, 

For the touch of your hands 

The colour of wild grain, 

I hunger for the pale stones of your nibbled cut back fingernails, 

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. 

Gorge on its musky fruitiness   
I want to eat the sunbeam 

That flared in your loveliness, 

The nose, sovereign of your face, 

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, 
I walk alone hungry, 

Some miles west 

Always smelling your twilight twang. 

Never ceasing I search you out 

And with oath and a promise 

my time is spent looking for you, 

I need your hot heart, 

Like a wild beast in the barren places.

How I Love it

I love it when your hurting me.I lock onto the twisted engaging smile.

You have taught me to absorb the hurt.

Breath through the pain.

Vocalising is to complain.
I have learnt not to flee 

But to suffer at your hands. 

As the welts and bruises 

Sink into the darkness that is mine. 
Hurting me is spellbinding 

It holds me draws me into its magical hold. 

I bend my strong supple body , 

To participate in its sensual abuse .,

You would think I want to hate it.
I tremble as I lock my gaze,

Into gentle cruel eyes,

Ii love your smile as you penetrate me . 

Enter my mind and fuck my head, 

Without mercy, and with glee.

How I love our tormented sinful love.

Why I do kink

Being in kink

What does it mean?

It’s a world with all the usual touchstones gone.

There are no rights no wrongs.

Just what feels good

What is life affirming for the individual.

To build you up.

What strengthens you

What evolves you

What changes you

Into who you

need to be.

I love being in this world

It’s a better reality

No pity offered

No pompous solemnity proffered.

Everything new,

Everything different,

And different is good !!

I Know I am Not Like the Others

I know I’m not like the others 

I need to feel overcome by you.

I need to feel your power. 

Your strong resolution 

The absolutely godlike proportion 

Of your will.

It’s only then I can feel loved.

I need to lose my will, 

To experience your strong hand

To know it has been taken from me.

To have my willful brat heart taken.

Ripped from my chest.

I need to be hurt

Then I feel safe 

Than I am secure in your love.
Impose your will

Upon this my worthless hide 

I know then I am worth it.

I need you to use me 

For your pleasure. 

At your hands let me feel the intoxicating pleasure-pain 

Only you my pain giver can deliver. 

With every grip and blow 

Every bite of the cane.

I’m reminded of why I am here for you, 

A kind of subservient muse,

To your will.
Allow me to practice my 

Ability,

The gift of subjugation 

My mind, 

My will,

My beating heart.

Show me 

And those that witness my beatings. 

That I have the ability

To allow myself to be subdued. 

By the magnitude of your

Mind. 

And by your body.

Leave me with the tender reminders 

Of your brutal touch

In shades of purple, violet and blue 

Turn my tender meat 

To the colours of your tattoo.

Beat my till I laugh and sob.

Those emotions I hold

For such a moment as this.

They have been locked away 

For only you can release.

 With every tear 

I become less burdened. 

I give my tears freely

To you in an act of surrender.

Trust me when I say to you 

That my ache of longing outweighs 

The ache of your touch.

 Release the beast with in you,

In your controlled Dominion,

Unleash her upon me.

Embrace the beast within you,

You my pillar I kneel before. 

I beg for this.

I thank you for this. 

I honour you for this. 

I worship you for this.

slave alone exists for this.

Your Beautiful

She is beautiful.Her movement is intense 

Firm and determined. 

She pursues what she wants.

She is stubborn,

Unmoved by opinions

Solid as a rock in her ideas.

She is brilliant,

She’s intelligent,

A Breed apart.

Her personality glows 

Shining like the sun.

She is a manifestation of

the goddess of order.

She is a sensually powerful,

I can feel it in her presence

The elegant, sexy ravenous monster.

She is wonderful

And funny.

She is my Mistress 

She is my Mentor and guide

The lover of my soul.

I Need More:

I need more

So very much more 

More of you 

More of play

Together

Until I see you 

Exhausted 

Satisfied 

With the destruction 

Wrought upon me

I need to be 

Spent empty

In a heap 

Until we have 

nothing

My seed spilt 

Spoilt on the floor

As if it’s nothing

My essence never

Shared with you

All I want is 

The taste of your

Musk on my tongue

The smell of you

On my skin

The marks

On my body

Bruises

Welts

That last a week

Then just 

In that moment

I will be

Satisfied

But I know

As we dress again

In those short moments

I will need 

more

Slaves Lot:

Slave closed his eyes. As he did so his heart beat increased. At was like being in the type of dream you have when you were a teenager.

slave heard everything but saw nothing. In anticipation slave began to shiver a full body shudder and slaves nipple went as hard as a dried pea standing erect and proud from his chest.

Why had everything changed so quickly? Slave continually went through this question by himself or when he played with Mistress. Slave had set out to Dominate . Yet in a swift exchange of circumstance he found himself under the sole of a foot. Slave was happy to have a sole to crush him with her control. Not too hard. Not too soft. 

Just a sign of things to come. Slave in his mind imagined his tongue darting out, tasting the sweet, satisfying scent. Eager to please, slave should she ask use his tongue curl it around each toe, pulling and sucking. He edged nearer, wanting more; the arch, the sole, the heal, the soft curves, so consumed with his desire he was unable to speak. Wriggling forward to taste, to smell, to feel, his insatiable appetite could never be satisfied. slaves face pushed under feet her feet he felt so heavily the need for total subjugation to this delightful Domme. slave accepted willingly her superiority in relationship building. He enjoyed her philosophy on life the way she wanted him to live for her… Gloriously sexless towards her rarely given opportunity to cum…. 

Then only behind closed doors his cum then consumed and hand fingers licked clean. No one but him would receive his seed if ever. He had gladly surrendered any sexuality and was a bottom to use.

He accepted that this was his lot from her from now on toy, target, pet, whore, slut loved and cared for it was only the beginning…

I Am Who You Think I Am To You

I am your memory,

Your dearest thought.

I live in the real 

Part of our collective mind .

I am a little different in your head 

To who I am in mine.

Vastly different to myself.

As you are vastly different to you,
For what it matters

We are neither better or worse.

We are who we are to the rest.
Here’s the thing, 

You will never remember a moment 

Least as exactly as it happened, 

That moment will be forever 

Exactly as it was.

But it will be forever informed by our experience prior.

That is irrespective 

Of our consciousness.

We are nothing more 

Than a collective of 

These moments 

Connected by those we share. 

Therefore we remain 

Forever touched by each other.
That’s my comfort thought, 

My memories I hold may fold and die.

But they have happen in our collective consciousness.
Therefore we either consciously or Subconsciously pass our memories forward.

And colour our lives with our connections

So we live our lives full of moments we never want to end. 

We can only consciously

Drop those things we choose to forget.

And remain forever as we see each other. 

I am who you choose me to be for you.

As I am who I want to be for you.

Here I love you in the dark woods.As the wind disentangled itself

 I still love you.

In the phosphorus glow of the moon

 I love you.

As the days chase 

Over vagrant waters

 I love you.

As cold seasons unfurl

After the glow of warm salad days

 Give way to snow dances

In the light of the winters night 

So to I love you.
In the dead of the night when I rise 

My soul to gets up 

Wet exhausted in its search.

 Even though we are far from the sea 

Hidden deep in summers horizon

 I still love you.

I love you in the heat of the season

I love you 

Amongst the cold things

Even hidden in the tired 

Exhausted I so do love you.
Sometimes my kisses get lost

They get thwarted 

Carried away to sea 

Seemingly dragged 

By some ragged hope.

Drop drown forgotten anchor.

In an uncharted seabed.
When my life grow tired 

Bones take on the weary tread.

My body hungry to no purpose.

I still love you 

whom I do not have.

And my self loathing 

Wrestles 

In its twilight.

The night yet will again 

Sing your song to me.
The moon turns on it clockwork dreams.

The stars look down on me .

Glowing with your eyes.

I am still reminded 

As the wind sings in the backwoods  

It starts to call your name.

So like leaves on a wire 

I still love you.