What is a submissive without a dominant
This is what she pondered while she was alone She craved the touch of someone's hands Soft caresses, hard corrections There were those who offered to own her But she kept dreaming of someone different Someone who made her feel safe, comfortable, cherished Someone she could trust let inside her walls At night this is what she longed for Her mind would wander to his eyes, blue, green, brown? She wasn't sure what he looked like But she was sure she would know him During the night she lays awake Dreaming of what scenes would be like Touching herself while thinking of pleasing Sir Knowing in time he will come to her Is a submissive still a submissive without a dominate She holds loyal to him, even though she does not know him She patiently waits for his arrival And will obey his every command
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I want to look into your eyes and kiss you hard
Run my tongue across your lips I want to feel how turned on you get I want to know I’m the reason Let me run my hands over your body Touch you in all your secret places Allow me to stop at my favorite parts To plant kisses to claim them as mine Tell me what you want me to do Command me to bend to your every whim Make me beg, make me speechless Use me to your full advantage Show me what I do to you The hardness in your pants The blushing that covers your face Even the beads of sweat that form of nervousness Take me where and when you please Your wish is always my command I am your play thing, your sexy toy Use me, love me, punishme, reward me I’ll be anything you want Anything you need Just let me look into your eyes Kiss you hard, and let’s begin In her heart she longed
For a place she’d never been, never seen With never ending fields of green Pastures lush and serene Where she could roam for miles and miles Perhaps it was the land of her ancestors Maybe one of their many castles Dundonald, Pembroke, or Windsor Maybe somewhere along the coast Dublin, Edinburgh, or Ayr Could it be the land of Odin Where the Vikings once roamed In the greenest valleys rivers running bold Perhaps a tiny fishing community Where the sky is aflame with greens and blues Maybe it was nowhere, only existed in her mind Although she came from kings and queens Vikings and Shieldmaidens She always felt within her soul The need to be a nomad Will she ever find her pastures Where her soul will feel at home Have you ever met
The most dangerous type of woman She’s kind, caring, and bold A genuine smile, a graceful poise She appears to be commonplace What could be so dangerous about her Her danger comes not from deception Not from evil intentions, or malicious thoughts She’s not cut from that type of cloth She’s all she appears to be But also so much more She’s a good girl, independent, well read An angel with human characteristics Her danger comes from her boldness She needs no one to hold her To care for her, to pay her way She knows her dues are her own obligation What makes her so dangerous She's not easily impressed Money, looks, possessions Sweet words, promises, and lies Are not the things she seeks from men She wants something she cannot give herself She sees right through false designs And she has no qualms about walking away A woman like that men do not know how to handle She’s fire, air, earth and water The very definition of an sovereign woman She’s dangerous because no one can handle her If she was a fruit
She would be a sun ripened peach Born upon the highest branches Untouched by human hands Juicy and sweet yearning to be tasted If she was a book She would be a leatherbound classic Born of great literary minds Kept under lock and key until The right procurer is at hand If she was scent She’d be lavender and vanilla Born from the pureness of nature Kept in satchels near a woman’s breast Leading the right man to her heart If she was an animal She would be a polar bear Born of fierce protection A gentle soul kept under armor Waiting to be released If she was a season She would be mid autumn Born of the cool and crisp mornings Colorful leaves ever changing Waiting for a renewed birth If she was your lover She would be the best Born of passion and desire A paragon of grace and refinement Waiting for you to take her The stories he won’t tell
Are written along the lines of his palm His hands are gentle, soft, yet strong But they hold secrets I’ll never know It is with one touch of his hand My skin tingles and my body aches Even looking upon them I fall for him But the things they’ve done they cannot tell I know the shape of his hands The character of his fingers Every mole, hair, and wrinkle But I’ll never stop them from discipline His hands are the thing I admire the most The way they can change according to his mood The same hands that chastise Are the same hands that caress To hold them, to kiss them, I am honored They make the sinner in me to repent As my desire for him intensifies I’ll be a good girl, the very best sir This is but a lie I tell him and myself If I were a good girl I might never see The power behind his god given palm That corrects me and tells me I’m wrong His hands are what I crave the most Hard and instructive when I need correcting Soft and calm when I need encouragement No one else could ever understand The power, the pleasure, behind his hands Oh this one, she is a depraved girl
She will make your fantasies come true Although she seems quiet and reserved She’ll take you places, and show you things You have never seen before Oh this one, she is a wanton girl When you look deep in her eyes You’ll see the fire that burns inside her Although she’s a lady and a sweetheart She knows how to be your plaything Oh this one, she is a wicked girl With hair tinged red, and eyes of blue Although she’s not a typical beauty She’ll turn your head, with the slightest touch She knows instinctively how to turn you on Oh this one, she is a sinful girl The kind that makes the devil cry With desperate need for pleasure Although she’s not loquacious She knows how to silently plea Oh this one, she is a one of a kind girl The kind that makes men fall and crawl Although she’s strong and courageous She needs to feel vulnerable in your arms She knows that in the end Good obedient girls get what’s coming to them "Turn it off"
He whispered in her ear She closed her eyes and hesitated "Turn it off" He said more forceful She tried to clear her mind She held her breath and grabbed his arm "I said, Turn it off" More Forceful but still quiet She let out a small gasp "I won’t say it again, Turn it off" She tried, but her thoughts were racing Her mind would not turn off, would not be quiet He pressed her up against the wall Using his knee to spread her legs “It’s not easy for you to turn off your mind” One hand on her throat the other stroking her thigh “You don’t need to think when you’re with me” She could feel his breath on her skin “Just be a good girl and do as I say” She nodded anxiously but hesitant to begin He turned her face upwards to meet his lips Lingering, teasing, growing more intense His hand moved closer to her mound She felt the wetness was out of control He laughed such a confident laugh “You’ll get what you want, what you ache for” Her breathing becomes ragged, a silent plea “But first I get to have my fun with my favorite toy” Biting her lip, she squirms and she moans He knows what he’s doing, he knows her too well “Turn it off baby, I think for both of us now.” She finally surrenders and obeys his commands “That is... my... very... good... girl” Oh how lost I am
Deep in the ecstasy he brings to me I fall intensely into a space I cannot explain In this space there is nothing but my Sir and I Nothing but pure euphoria in the moment How wonderfully lost I become When his hands start tracing by body The spanking, slapping, scratching All for the pleasure of my Sir and I Everything else fades away and I am his I only get this lost with my Sir I only allow him to take me to that place No one sees me as fully and clearly as he I place myself willingly at his service The favor I hold with him is everything to me It feels unbelievably good to be lost To be in a space with no decisions, no stress My Sir assures me with every action My safety, my pleasure, my comfort is intact I can hear him, but not make out the words Deeply lost in our moments together Sir is good about allowing me to surrender It feels incredible to be lost in the scene But I try to keep myself from falling again and again Focusing on his eyes full of lust and mischief Oh how lost I am How good it feels to be engrossed in his deeds My Sir is skillful in his abilities My Sir is exemplary at giving me pleasure My Sir is brilliant at taking pleasure from me I dream of his voice, his eyes, his touch
Yet I don't know just who he is Night after night he visits me in my sleep His wandering hands exciting me His kisses planted strategically for both our pleasures Where can I find him in my waking world The man who can hold me down and take me The man who gives me such extacy, such arousal I look for his piercing eyes in every man I meet Only to be disappointed again and again In my dreams he treats me as a princess, as his toy Flogging me, spanking me, delivering blow after blow Then kissing the marks he leaves on me Oh the marks that claim me to be his The marks that cause us both so much pleasure Like the good girl I am, I long to serve him To hear him praise me, to feel his appreciation Where can my dreams meet reality When will all these illusions come to fruition How can I be patient when it comes to satisfaction If you happen to know him, if you happen to be him My mystery dream man I want to call Sir I'll make sure you know my wants and needs I'll give you all you require I'll give you my complete submission, my trust But until then I must remain collected My body, my trust, my submission are mine to give The decision is mine wait for you, my dream Sir Until the day we are meant to meet I'll keep obeying, pleasing, and serving you in my dreams |
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