Hands around my Neck

I long for your hands around my neck, 

Watching my eyes. 

So many feelings are on view.

The shock. 

The fear. 

The struggle. 

The acceptance. 

The submission.

 When released 

Relief momentary thankfulness.

I love the way my neck feels 

Underneath your hands. 

The struggle. 

The swallow.

The heartbeat. 

I want to be 

The wiggling body, 

Underneath you 

My cock pressed against. 

The attempt to be free 

and flee. 

It’s erotic to me.

It wakes something in me. 

The need to be prey. 

Not anybodies just yours 

My body needs to be bruised, 

by hands slapping, 

Teeth clenching, 

or a bodies pounding. 

On my knees 

licking your musky pussy.

Or ordered to suck 

Another Subs cock

Bent over you fucking me

Rough. 

Wild. 

Pounding. 

To be used by you.

My Pain Her Pleasure

She bends my desires 

Until with sin I crave

 Wet, wet, craving pain

You fingers dance tease my cock.  

Until I ache with 
screaming pleasure

I long for the darkness

The smell of your 

Red leather basque 

The touch of a red silk rope 

Corseted around my 

Chest and Arse.

I scent her breath

Picking up her musk

Hanging in the ether. 

The the thud of flogger,

The sensual swish 

Of a whip,

Cutting the still silent air.

I blush at my screams now

Still shocked at the fiery lashes

I moan not in fear 

But in anticipation

You wait & watch me 

I crave…I have  desires

Only for Her pleasure 

As it seeks my pain…

I Letter of Devotion to My Dominant

I love it with you.Our daily chats.The slow tiptoe through our conversations about this and that.Until you get me to the point of the important things that need to be constantly in my head.

The NPL that’s in place ” I am owned” knowing constantly somewhere some how my best interests are with you.

Each day you knock off those layers of my mind, not for you but so I can learn who I really am. A beautiful submissive man that makes beautiful meaningful choices and does a beautiful thing submits to His dominant….

This chat via text on the way to work is you stripping away my one dimensional mind you once said I had when we first met….Now the layers open on their own, you have got me to do things I have never done before, to trust, in trusting you I am  revealing the way my mind works.

 That revealing is for myself, you have an understanding and a reading of me its that sort of psychic connection I can never have a secret you sort of draw it out of me and drag it in plain view for what it is…. It’s akin to a flower slowly blooming over time. This summer I have done just that bloomed.

You have started to get me to see what my own thought processes are. 

You have cast light on my behaviour, my fears and challenged my world view.

Help me to realize where we are alike, and where we differ.

You have helped me gain a different perspective on things given me a sense of understanding and admiration.

Hearing your take on something, that makes me realize sometimes, I have been blinded by habit or ignorance or my own cussed stubbornness.

You lead me to places I hadn’t thought of to find strength,

Ways in which to turn my negative images into positives,

And through this when I topped recently I being able to do the same for another.It makes me positively and excited to share the briefest moments of this with someone new.

 Even writing this down its a trust thing and bonding, you have taught me the value in laughter and comfort and Yes!!!! moments. Do not forget you psychic hunches rubbed off this week I have been acutely aware of something bothering you….. Tonight that came out ” the negativity thing”

That was hard as I was being blindsided and given my habit of internalizing it was unusually a hard few days……

But I got there in the end

“My Choice” not yours not others . This is what I want. 

These Moments are I want you to know go down as some of the most priceless moments in my life.

The beautiful choice of a measured reflective mind making the best choice for Him. No matter how scattered or fleeting thise thoughts can be.

They are moments that float back into my mind and make me smile hours or days later.

But you need to know it’s incredibly sexy it can also turn me on in a way nothing else can. By and large there is no talk of anything physical, it’s like the most mundane things become incredibly sensitive and I am having this constant affair of the mind with you I may never fuck you but I know you far more intensely than the narrow “biblical” term means 

It doesn’t need to be highly intellectual or intense. Often it becomes so.

We have a slow, relaxed dance, like laying in bed with someone on a rainy day.

I crave this more than anything right now.

And I am so grateful for those moments when I get to experience it.

I am so grateful to experience this with great regularity with you…

Your Are There

When I Kneel i wait, 

To feel Your presence 

You may not be there

 In my mind 

You open the door.

And there for You

i am were waiting 

For You kneeling, 

Chin up, eyes forward, 

Hands on thighs. 

You hadn’t asked, 

W/we have never, 

Had this as protocol

i have just simply done 

You close the door 

Gentle dropping 

Your bag, 

You sit watch the space.

Pregnant is the silence.

i felt Your eyes inspect 

Your eyes locked on me.
The earth stopped spinning, 

Silence became silent.

All was in the moment.

 W/we were the only two

Our existence alone matters.

i want You to know 

i want this and You.

When i kneel – 

You alone count.

You are my strength 

I feel strong, masculine, big.

But fully surrendered.

I need this- control
When I kneel –

I feel My heart pound, 

A lump in my throat, 

my mouth dry in anticipation.

When i kneel – 
i feel humbled 

inspired by Your will, 

Touched Your there.

You may not fully understand, 
You my never really get why 

My side of Your cane, but just know:

When i kneel i feel whole.

Controlled

 I want you to know something.

I do not want you to miss this.

I fear you will.

All these restrictions 

On my kinky life 

Deep down I want it 
Deep down I need it 

I feel safe controlled. 

Explain something do

I hate it with a vengeance to…. 

I need control 

But in my very being

I wish to say no 

It stops, Amber, Red!!!!!

But I will not ever beg.

I need control 

Without it I do not fare well….

Control being distance means you are 

Domming me all the time.. 

Psychologically I understand it’s the

Way for me to live…. 

It’s a matter of kinky survival… 

It makes me better 

Honest calm secure….

Fuck amber really never….. 

Red!!!! 

There’s a thought disappointing you 

Most of all disappointing me 

And this is about me 

Knowing what I need 

Green Greeen Greeeeeen 

Every single second 

Of every day

I am learning a lesson  

I must not disappoint 

You, ever again.

I will I fear,

If I am not carefully controlled 

Monitored by the day..

With love slave xxx

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

The Need to Crawl

I embrace this dark slutty need This urge of mine

To actively want to 

Be Used and beaten.
So with kinky desire.

I crawl to you

Head tucked down 

Eyes to match 

I come to you my Mistress.

The red leash in my mouth an offering.
I Embrace the urge to serve.

I savour your every whim , the  ones that cause much pain. 

No fear nor trepidation, 

I offer puppy enthusiasm. 

A moth to light 

Embracing the impending torture.

It’s slow drip of fluid on a thirsty tongue. 

I can no longer resist the need to crawl to you.

This Body

My body is all yours
It aches for your touch

It aches for your pain
This is my of kind of pain

It comes from you.
Tell me you like to give me this pain, too

Hotel Room Play part 1

She sits on the bed, phone in her hand. She knew it was annoying him they had not played for awhile again… 

Never seems to get round to playing with him much these days always something gets in the way..But when she does it’s always good. Mind-blowing as he takes just what she wants to give no questions.

   They where having hotel play. The first time he had booked an hotel rather than a dungeon.

The air con sends a cool chill across her skin, there’s quite a bit of it exposed at the moment. The black underbust corset accentuates her uncovered breasts, her dark hair shimmers. The 

fishnet stockings reach up to her thighs , shielding somewhat from the cool air. But that’s all she wears. Her eyes are fixed on her screen as she chats away, flicking from one conversation to the next. She’s become pretty good at multitasking these conversations. She continues to chat away, a smile on her face.

She knows how this detached play mind fucks him… He cannot read what she really thinks.

Her eyes shift away from the screen for a while to observe the scene before her. With her other hand she reaches out and uses the thick 16 MM cane she holds to gently rub the exposed balls of her subby boy. He’s laying on his back in front of her, or more beneath her, well both, actually. He too wears very little. The cock attached to the balls she’s stroking is struggling to break free of its confines. This amuses her and makes her smile even more. The cock locked inside that cage was generally considered by her to be much too small to be of use in the traditional sense, but it did still have its uses in giving her pleasure, such as it did now. It was fun to play with it like this. She gives his balls a quick sharp whack with the cane , then goes back to gently rubbing them and turns her attention back to the phone.

She was sitting on her knees while she chatted. He was laying on his back on the bed, his face perfectly positioned beneath her exposed pussy. The whack causes his whole body to jerk and shudder. It interrupts the method and flow he had going with his tongue, but she still enjoyed doing it from time to time.

The only thing he wears behind his cage, and a butt plug, naturally, is his blind hood. This was a latex hood, consisting only of nostril holes and a mouth hole. This was her preferred attire for them both when they did this, which had become their Play ritual.

The Simple Game

The game is simple, slave” she said 

. “You’re going to pleasure me with that wonderful tongue of yours. I want you to taste every little crease and fold of me and make me sigh with pleasure… 

“Yes, Mistress” I replied .”

Good boy. But you do know this is not going to be as easy as that. Here’s the rub you have to stroke my cock – the whole time. Whoever comes first loses.”

Trepidation filled my eyes and bought that slightly twisted smile of hers to her lips. This was unexpected making me square of against the inevitability of his own orgasm was such delicious irony. Particularly as we were at the 26 week of chastity I had edged 2-3 times at least every other day…. I was trigger happy….

“No stopping, Your Mistress? ” I asked.

“Hmm… what do I tell tell you , “she mused. After a moment of considering the possibilities, inspiration fluttered into her mind.

“Yes, sweetie , I think I’ll be generous tonight. You can stop whenever you need to. But – and you’re going to love this part – you’re only allowed ten stops, and each stop can only be ten seconds. You can stop stroking, but you also have to stop licking.”

My eyes widened at the immensity of the challenge she had given me. She knew she wasn’t giving any quarter with her proposal, and she could see that I was rolling a nascent objection around on my tongue.

She leaned down and whispered her erotic venom into my ear.

“You would do well not to test my generosity, sweetie” She watched in amusement as my throbbing ache stood at rigid attention, gently bobbing to the rhythm of my pulse. Then she came back to my eyes, and saw that I had swallowed my objections whatever words l might have been planning to say and was nodding in acceptance . She patted me on the cheek, inhaling another dose of the desperation seeping through my pores.

“I thought you’d see it my way, my boy. So, back to the rules. You can use your stops any time you want to, but when they’re gone, they’re gone, and if you come before I do – and I think we both know you will – believe me when I tell you it’s the last orgasm you’ll enjoy for a very long time… 26 weeks will feel like a day”