I CRAWL IN BED by Southern Sweetness (SS)

I crawl in bed
Alone
Pull the blankets up
Cold
Thinking of the days events
Lonely
My mind begins to roam
Lost
I begin thinking of him
Wondering
And all the sexual things
Naughty
I start to touch myself
Warmth
Playing with my clit
Wet
I feel it start building
Pleasure
Then suddenly it happens
Release
Because of him I feel this way
Loved

HE HELD HER by lily rabbit

He held her and she fit perfectly in his hands as he smiled like all the other dads. He was there when her little body couldn't stand the heat and every time she wanted to eat. He remembers her birthdate and that happy moment she held her head straight. Every day that passed, he caught on tape to have his memory stored just in case. He took her all over town, to show everyone that he was so proud. Twenty years later he's thought of by his daughter as she plays back those tapes to remember her deceased father. 

INDEPTH QUESTION by niamh(PP)

Have you ever…….
Stepped into a cloud of her scent, warm and heavy, gazed down at her body, curtained by the heavy fall of her wet hair with steam rising around her~droplets of liquid heat still streaming on the satin of her skin, rivulets begging to be chased by thirsty lips, to be captured and savored on the tip of the tongue…
Have you ever….
Been captured by the love mirrored in her eyes as your gaze locks on hers, your hands heavy in the damp silk as you guide her face closer..
Have you ever…
Watched in awe at the sight of soft lips, swollen with passion, sliding slickly over your own body, as her sweet warm breathe whispers across your sensitized skin
Have you ever….
Held your breathe as the soft whimper of submission hums through your body from the very tip of your shaft, buried deep within her swiftly swallowing throat, sending whips of fire up your spine….
Have you ever ….
Heard her voice, barely audible over your own heavy breathing, whispering
"I love you Master" …..
Have you ever…..
Enjoyed a REALLY wonderful shower??

Traits of a Master Posted by MOK

Honor... in all

Dominance... of himself and of those who depend on his command

Consistency... in his dealings with freepersons and slaves

Strength... to not be swayed from his principles

Quotes

"How singular is the thing called pleasure, and how curiously related to pain, which might be thought to be the opposite of it; For they are never present to a man at the same instant, and yet he who pursues either is generally compelled to take the other." --Plato


Posted by Anna

"Being your slave, what should I do but tend

Upon the hours and times of your desire?

I have no precious time at all to spend,

Nor services to do till you require."

~ William Shakespeare

Posted by jerzey

I don't want questions by erospainter Posted by ICe Angel

 donʼt want questions

I am not here to talk

I want You to tell me, command me

Demand that I obey

Only to You will I submit

Your wants, Your desires

Are my only pleasure. 

Grab me roughly

Show me how to give You pleasure

Your moan of desire

Your deep intake of breath

The look on Your face as You control me

You know my ecstasy comes from You ~ with You. 

Turn me roughly away from You

Push me down and grab my long blonde hair

Show your Cruel Mastery

Dominance I will allow only here

I crave the touch of Your skin on my back

The feel of Your weight pressing me down. 

Bent over the chair

Head down ~ blood rushing

I know You are there

I feel the Mastery with out a touch

Legs splayed

Hair roughly pulled back

Head up to see the mirror

Watch my subservience. 

You feel my wetness

You know my secret

I am helpless to Your voice

Tell me what I must do

Convince me not ~ merely show me Your masculinity. 

Dominate me completely

Roughly with your gentle hands

Touch as light as feathers on my back

Push hard to keep me servile

Pinned beneath You, I care not. 

I have all I want

The weight of You against me

Your smooth voice husky with commands

Your touch smooth, gentle

Unless I disobey

You want pleasure for us both

As do I.

ALONE By kitkatkat

Alone

I wander through

Taking looks here

Taking looks there 

Reminding faces

To remind me of you 

To be encouraging

But eager to scare

Together

Myself and courage through

Unbelieving the lies

The truth

The unnecessary moment 

The long good-byes 

Does it look like i care

As i whisper past

Is anyone knowing 

Is anybody there

Footsteps approaching

Light is leaving 

Lie back 

Knock back 

I'm fuckin seething

Angry with you

Never ending night Posted by ICe Angel

Never ending night

In the day I cope

With the problems

but at night,

Oh at night.

In the darkness, the moon light,

how the stillness makes things grow,

and my emotions in full flow.

As I toss and turn,

unable to sleep,

in the darkness of the night,

I leave my bed,

but not my fears

I roam the house,

look out the window,

look at the stillness

but none within.

I feel the tears

but do not understand them,

irrational awakening dreams

of family, friends and loved ones,

of future and of past.

longing for the morning.

longing for sleep.

longing for the end.

of the never ending night

http://www.dsculture.com/poemother.html 

FROM AMIDST THE SHADOWS By dark princess

From amidst the shadows of her forgotten hopes, he emerged from the ledge..hinting of absolution and an expensive cigar. He had been drinking, his movements not as precise, slightly losing his edge.

And on this Autumn eve, with the full moon high, he circles her as she stands naked, no movements no sigh . Stopping behind her, he breathes on her nape and snarls "What can you possibly offer the man who has it all?"

With a dignity that would bring a King to his knee, the raven haired whore replies "I offer you the opportunity to become Godlike through me"

Effortlessly, he shred her gown, not waiting for a wet reception , he raped her with his poison, bruising her, carving her, over and over his venom her conception.

The splendor was blasphemous, too divine in it's evil, the crows screech approval, the union evolving, a bloody communion.

With an animalistic roar, he grips her hair, claws piercing flesh, he spits at her face and frozen gargoyles fly far, far away from such an unholy place.

The angels cry, a sound so obscene as the desecration stops with fluids mixed deep..and just as the wind carries off a primal scream..the devil collapses momentarily a God, and the whore made now.. forever a queen.

UNDENYED IS THE REASONABLE By kitkat

Undenyed is the reasonable hidden mark

Contented cowards leave their meager touch 

Leaving me senseless and blind in the dark

Too bitter the taste- sweetness too much

Senses obscured by all that is said

So few understand the meaning of it

How to feel so alive but wish to be dead

Candles to be prayed upon once lit

Death- the total end of a something

A something as as a nothing to decline a breath

Closed eyes smiling upon indignatious imagining

Craving and dreaming of such bittersweet death

A HARD LESSON TO LEARN by Naughty lil gsxr (gixy)

She hangs in a cold and isolated basement. He shackles her conscience and her love the only thing that keeps her here. Drifting in and out of conscious. Her senses taking it all in. The musty air teasing her nose. The taste of the air even bitter. The water droplets dripping from the ceiling consistently hitting her forehead. Almost like the torture they used in WW2. The only thing worse is her guilt. The consistency of the dripping takes over putting her in a trance. Taking her back to "the day". Tat horrible day when it all began... Her Dom was working. He had been gone one 3 weeks though it felt like months. Every waking moment was torture for her. Not being touched. Not feeling loved. Not having the attention she needed. What could she do though...? He was working. The loneliness of everyday consumed her like a sickness.

SO QUICK TO SOLOMON by jerzey

So quick to Solomon - or would you Judas me instead?
Persecuting me for delusions of the words you said
Walking a thread bare tightrope between each side
All the while having both question where my loyalties lie.
Everything is mangled - you can't change history
An eye for an eye - but now no one can see.
My ears are sore from the chatter & my heart aches from the break.
A trail of anger & hurt left in the fracture's wake
All the fingers have been pointed, along with the he said/she said.
Where friendship used to live, casualties of war now lie instead
I ask how I can look you in the eye
When I'm unable to answer your only question: "why?"
I wish I could do more then hold you, then kiss your tears gone
I wish I could stop them from forming, so thick, so strong
I don't know what to do, can't seem to find where I should be
Telling me you were leaving, did all but shatter me
If I could turn back the clock, I'd make everything right somehow, some way
Still waiting for that rainbow they say comes after a rainy day
This wishful thinking, best intentions shit is for the birds
Ask yourself if being right is worth all the hurt.
So many can live with themselves but I struggle to do the same
Too busy defending myself, trying to deflect blame
But I'm worn out, tired of playing the game
Too many sides to "take", we've all gone insane
Lay down your swords, give it a rest
Stop worrying about who is wrong, focus on being your best
Let the clouds part, & the sun shine bright
Show me my rainbow, tell me everything's alright
I need this white lie, more then you know
It doesn't matter who wins the war, the battle scars still show.

SLIGHTEST WHISPERS UNRAVEL by kitkat

Slightest whispers unravel your soul. Making all my hopes and dreams whole. A touch of a memory i hold forever, is this a dream ill live forever. Optimism confuses my weak old heart, should it block your advances to defend against the fall apart. Dwindling dreams are mounted in my past, falling too quickly your falling too fast? Makes no sense in my weak old life filled with horrors and such strife. As i sit here earning a meagre wage theres someone of understanding age. As much as i whisper to hold me too near i can't stop the feeling of such fear. Trust something which can hurt so bad. Or trust something that makes old hearts glad?

STORMS by niamh(PP) *

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

Lord Byron

With so many around me going through storms in life at the moment, be they financial or emotional, I have to remember back to when I was very very young and so terrified of the thunder and lightning that accompanied the nearly daily afternoon showers that  were so much a normal part of my world.  I remember hiding quaking in the barn from them, or my family finding me at the back of my closet near tears, or coming to pull me from wherever I have found to stuff my self on that particular day and time. The reasons for the fear weren’t important; to me it was tangible, very real and overwhelming. And I couldn’t explain it. It was many years later after too many pep talks to try to count and explanation after explanation that my fear, like many fears turned to fascination.  I look back now and can of course make all manner of sense of my fear and validate it in very adult ways, analyze it and pull it apart. But the bottom line I was scared of the unknown.

Like many I know right now are a tad afraid of the unknown.

But the one fact that I found to be true, through nearly every storm no matter how devastating or destructive, was the clarity in its aftermath.

TOUCH ME HERE by kitkat

Touch me here. Touch me there. Touch my heart and touch my soul. Show me the pleasures of the night to dawn show me love until the late morn. Pleasure me and tease me and devotion you will see. Let me hold you and pull you close, allow me at least another dose, kiss my neck and my chest, bite me and nibble me and lick the rest. Make me moan as i stumble awake, make me scream and let orgasm take, pull my hair and throw me down and trust me things will be shown, as i said fuck me here and fuck me there. Don't be gentle as i know you care. Make love or fuck its all good as long as you suck. Get my clit and play till i fold i will never tire or it grow old. Simple instructions to make me scream. Use your imagination so you know what i mean...

THE NECKLACE by Wølfy 4/21/11

If I told you where I was right now, you'd probably scoff at me and shrug it off. Perhaps as the nonsense of a college girl or maybe a side symptoms of a firm blow to the skull. But I assure you this: I tell no lies. I cannot even fathom the concept of lies or myth, for three reasons.

1. Miss S would punish me
2. The reality of my situation would make my lies seem plausible
3. There is no point in becoming anxious in my aquamarine prison.

Yes, I meant aquamarine. It's not desolate or a scary place, but a shade blue, and in time, I learned to become real comfortable real fast, because I was now Miss Scarlett's "granite slave". Granite isnt only used for table tops and bracelets...

WITH LUST FROM THE UK by queenie *

She moved slowly out of the hot bath she had just taken. Her soft plump body wrapped in a warm fuzzy bathrobe before she made her way into the living room. Her blue eyes cast up at the clock on the wall in anticipation. It was almost time for him to be online. She pushed away the nagging thought of how silly it was for her heart to be beating faster and for her to feel nervous. It was just online after all. It's not like he could see or hear her.

Yet he somehow from all the way across the world in the Uk touched a part of her that no one ever had. A secret dark sensual part of her she had not even knew existed. Sitting down in her computer chair she patted at her wet blonde hair with a giggle. Using her mouse to click open the private chatroom they shared she sat and waited. Staring at a blank room until her heart sank and she was sure he wouldn't show up. Then just when all hope was lost she heard that telltale ping of an incoming message. He wasted no time.

UkRomeo: stand up and remove whatever you have on. 

CaliLady: Yes Sir 

AROUND ME by kitkat

Around me, shapes spin and scorn

Depicting a life not realized until too late

They come to fiercely stare not mourn

Discussing the elemental subject of fate

As their tears become desired results

They depart footsteps on weakening gravelled graves

Picking up on all my humanistic faults

Smokescreens fade all judgments clear 

A twist of a root to a trembling tree

All lifelessness is forever to near

What's all this mean in regards to me?

THE SLAVE WHO LOVED PAIN by Wølfy! 5/18/11

There once was a sub who loved pain. Everyday she begged her Master for more pain everyday. Once she had reached a certain amount of pain, she would cum and forget to thank and please her Master. The first week, she complained to her Dom, "Hurt me, please, I want to cum!" and he responded by paddling her until her ass was a glowing maroon. She came, left, and Master was left on the bed.

The second week, she complained to her Master, "Hurt meee, make me cum!". So he began to paddle her, but she stopped him and screamed, "NO! I WANT MORE!". So he pulled her hair and flogged her back. She came, left and Master was still on the bed.

IN THE DARK by niamh(PP)

In the dark of night

The wind called my name

I stand in silence, listening for the rain

Under the solitude of a crystal clear winter sky

The crescent moon glittering to light the dark of night

I stand in silence

Listening for your voice

The creak of the trees,

The ripple of a brook

I stare into darkness, not knowing where to look

The wind raging, howling

So raw and fierce

Was it your goal, my soul to pierce?

The air so crisp

The smell of snow

I stand in silence not knowing where to go

Below the tree, its shadow long in the night

With only nature watching my inner fight

Silent tears slide down my face

I Stand in silence, denied of my place

I stand in silence

Listening for your voice

I stand in silence

left without a choice.

FEARFUL SHADOWS LINGER by kitkat

Fearful shadows linger always by my side

Promising me love that had always lied

As the sun twists and twists on the golden meadows

So does my dancing endearing shadows

Love lifts desires from the deep

Holding onto light too bright to keep

Faces glance bemused by the display

Admiring how truthful they do play

Leaping from my heal as into the clouds i reach

Wondrous learning i hope to eternally teach

But as i climb and my shadow near to gone

I realise the spark in my eyes has flatlined gone

Lessons learned are experience told

Shame, for me, the fear too bold

MINE by PhoenixRed

In My eyes, you are beauty and strength

In My mind, I admire your courage and resolve

In My hands, you learn, grow and thrive

In My heart, you have solace and sanctuary

You chose to give yourself to Me

Your service makes Me proud and brings Me joy

For all this I do love you

For you are Mine

THE WATER by lily rabbit

The water the way it kissed my feet set me beside myself wondering I'd this day wasn't entirely wasteful. I felt what could have been my own demise yet I remain hopeful. Looking upon myself I am judging me, waiting for my guilt to poor into a purple sea. This feeling of insanity will overcome me. I had a moment, perhaps two, of peace but then my generosity had been misplaced. I sense I have been slipping away from all that is concrete and slowly dumping myself where I shouldn't be. Why am I looking at myself with such a stone cold stare? As if my soul has disappeared. I am my worst enemy or so it seems, closing off open visions to let off my steam. All the time I look deep to find that reason to once again be a whole person. Now I feel easy because all things will come and all things must be.

SITTING BY THE MOON By lilly rabbit

Sitting by the moon she shares a faint cry with the moonlight giving it's weary eye. The music that once touched her now sounds like a lie as his fingers hit each string and then it died. Why the moonlight? It's the only time he is in her sight. She can honestly feel him stroke her hair as if he was still here. There's no chance she will ever let go for their love was the best we know. She waits once more for his face to appear and then he plays forever sincere. It never hit the paper, he only played by her ear. This was the greatest he composed the greatest of all their years. She is holding on to a ghost but what can she do? Her thoughts of him are a distant few. Now she prepares the violin and plays that song, how sweet it is for their unborn son. 

By Lilly Rabbit

EYES AS COLD by kitkat

Eyes as cold as the deep oceanic blue

All that remains is a light i call you

Tears fall from the clouds heavy within

Try as i might i slowly cease and give in

Temptation to sweet to decline a moment more

A heart so strong now torn to be tore 

Poetic rhymes flow from on trembling lips

As the world crumbles I'm the only one who trips

Desire upon the dark of night screams as delight ensures

Trying different faiths and readings promising cures 

Darkened candles with scented blossom fades 

As all that is desired and unforgivingly craves

As the flame ceases to understand the air it knows

All devotion and life threateningly darkens and goes

LETTER TO MY STRENGTH By kitkat

Been months since i lost you

Days since i realized

Only thing running through

Leaves me blank and mesmerized

Hours have passed with none

Weeks have passed with so few

A cold hand shudders my will

The selfish thoughts race on by

To die or to feverishly kill

To be forceful or to grab at the lie

Been so long since i known you

Your warmth i miss so cold

This feeling known by too few

Makes me feel weak and old

Been seconds since i started

Been years since i last knew

Will be a moment till departed

When and why did i lose you?

WITHIN THE DEEPEST DARKNESS By little t

Within the deepest darkness I stood, encompassed by its pain.

My compulsions, fears, and anger ruled my heart hence, tearing at my psyche.

Afflictions, doubts, and disappointments slapped daily at my face,

Such hopelessness and depression, I seek desperately to eradicate.

Just as waves erode a cliff face, my surface too is attenuated.

Constant waves of torment and persecution drag me under thus, drowning me from within.

Using the darkness in my heart to further expose the hatred I have for myself,

They finally have me convinced, it’d be better for all if my life were to cease to exist.

For the indomitable thoughts of death and the constant pangs of worry,

Clawing away inside my mind, heart and whats was left of my soul.

Anxiety always evident building unhindered with every recalcitrant thought,

Anguish seeping through my every pore as the whispered voice invades my head....

"No longer will you mar this world. Your death is sure to make them happy and keep them safe. You know we're right your better off DEAD!!"

The coldness chilled me to the very bone, my body numb to any feeling and my heart had turned to stone.

I tried to pick myself up off the ground but my body no longer cooperated.

The emence heaviness of the dark, had now forcefully overtaken me.

Now I was truly, drowning, dying, no one would rescue me and so I succumbed...

Here lies the vessel of a girl un-nurtured, unable to flourish and never to bloom,

For in death the freedom she sort shall not be hers, her wings clipped to soon to fly

ANTICIPATION by Humey *

How long had it been? Hours, minutes?  The anticipation had made it feel like a lifetime.  Eyes open wide yet can't tell if it's light or dark, her vision blinded to heighten her other senses. The smell of incense and candles in the air, wrists bound to the bed her face on the pillow listening for the slightest sound. 

What was that? Was it movement or her mind playing tricks on her again as it had done so many times  as she lay waiting. A hand strokes her long hair as she feels something slide up the inside of her thigh snaking up and down her soft skin , it reaches her ass before making large circles on her cheeks, her hair now being wrapped around the hand that 2 minutes ago was being so tender.

There's a pause.......... then a crack as the crop is drawn across both her cheeks her head pulled back as her body jolts forward   finally her baptism of pleasure and pain was beginning. The crop cracks again sending the burning sensation thru her skin she moans it hurts but oh so good, feeling herself getting wetter every second that passes, there's a third, forth, fifth crack she pushes her ass in the air wanting more her juices now running from her trickling down her legs, her neck stiffing from being held back so much. A hand cups her soaked pussy the thumb sliding straight inside her as two fingers rub hard against her swollen clit.  She’s bucking against them wanting it harder and deeper inside her, her nipples getting hard rubbing against the bed sheets.

How does a Master center a slave? by Erospainter POSTED by MOK

How does a Master center a slave? Being centered is a Zen term that means a person is balanced, calm, healthy, peaceful, grounded, nourished. Some might see it as a relaxed state, one of calm, creative, full of the realization of being well-off, in communion with one's self and one's environment… How does a Master center a slave? He does it by creating, with his slave, a right relationship, that is, one in which each is free to be him or herself; one with openness, honesty, and clarity of purpose. Centering comes from having a clear focus, mutual support, encouragement, and purpose."