ANTICIPATION By dude uɯɐp

the anticipation builds as the hours pass too slowly. the excitement inside knowing soon i will be in Her arms once more. the reality that all this distance will pass away and i will actually kneel before Her once more, collar proudly presented before Her awaiting the comfort and peace as She secures it around my neck. there are few places left in this world that bring me to this point. the point of giddy excitement and childlike exuberance. the joy so overflowing it almost hurts. my thoughts and memories of the times past fading and making way for the new ones that will take their place. am i ready? will it hurry already? what if i oversleep? oh shit, breathe! 

it's all good now. the days have passed slowly, the times together on pal and skype less and less satisfying as the reality of being together approaches. i am ready now and i know She is too.

YOU CULD SAY A LOT OF THINGS ABOUT ME by jerzey fresh

you could say a lot of things about me, some of which would be true 

but before you cast the first stone, make sure your house isn't see through 

Gnawed at my insecurities, the ones I've tried so hard to beat back 

It's hard to keep the demons in check when you feel under attack 

I watch you even when you think I don't, a fire in my eyes 

Just when you think you have me figured out, I'll take you by surprise 

There's no box you can put me in, despite what you may have been told 

Nor label to pin me down, I've broken every mold 

I know what I am, and I know what I'm not 

So if you think you can get one over on me, I dare you to take your best shot 

I'm better at my worst, then you are at your best 

Try to challenge me, I'll embarrass you like the rest 

This exterior is thick, but my patience is wearing thin 

Too many fools and liars, competing to get under my skin 

And still some days I'm in that mirror hiding my face 

Look into my eyes and you see the memories I haven't managed to erase 

One by one I've watched countless people make their Devil's deal 

Seems these days the price at which souls are sold is a steal 

Are you really so dumb as to think I don't know what you do? 

Look inward next time you contemplate why our friendship is through 

My friendship is not bought or sold, there's no price you can pay 

I've seen the company you've invited into the bed in which you lay 

I chuckle to myself. It's hilarious you think I don't know. 

To others your song and dance is probably a great show 

Keep telling yourself it's impossible, no way I could figure you out 

I'm content to sit and watch your mind play tricks on your doubts

FROM THE MOMENT I MET YOU by princess destiny

From the moment that i met you and you came into my life, you listened and you helped me in my troubled times of strife.

You listened through my madness with your warm and caring charm, and you stayed with me intently til i once again was calm.

I keep my feelings hidden, play my cards close to my chest. But now i can express to you, you simply are the best.

Times that once were lonely are now filled with joy and pleasure. For now i know Im not alone and you i'll always treasure.

Two hearts that once were broken can now begin to mend. For we found each other in this life we Dont have to pretend.

You make me smile when Im sad in that special way you do, and make me laugh when i am crying....i love that about you.

We're getting closer day by day and Im warm instead of cold, you know my darkest secrets, and stories once untold.

Feeling keep on growing with a connection from the start, your name will leave an imprint deep within my heart.

I STAND AND I WATCH by shadowcat

I stand and I watch. 

My head held high, 

my back arrow straight. 

I walk tall and proud. 

I bow to NO one. 

As I sit and wait. 

You'll come to find me. 

The One That makes me wanna kneel. 

With that one look you can make me feel. 

You'll light the fires that burn oh so bright. 

Let me shine as bright as the sun after a dark night. 

I'll whisper the things you yearn to hear. 

Hold me tight and dear. 

We'll show the world how hot love can burn, without any fear. 

It won't be perfect, this I know. 

But you'll be worth every tiff and row. 

You look down at your collar held tight around my neck. 

Into my eyes you find my heart, straight and true. 

Then feel the power of my words to you 

On this day I am finally found. 

That it's to you, I'll always be bound.

I HATE BEING HERE by LadyRemington

I hate being here 

I hate it so much 

You always yell 

Throw and things and scream 

Yell and fuss 

You're no father to me 

And you 

What's your deal 

Your so apathetic and oblivious 

You don't even know your kids 

You make fun of me 

Yeah so what I cut 

Guess who drove me to that insanity 

You and my freaking father 

Y'all don't love me like a parent should 

Yeah I put up walls 

But what kid don't 

Parents are supposed to be kind 

Always there for there kids 

But growing up 

You were never there 

My dad was never there 

When y'all are home 

You yell and scream 

Fuss and fight 

Call me names and freak out 

I refuse to call this home 

Cause home ain't what this is 

This is the hell in which 

I have been forced to exist 

This house ain't a home 

Home what does that even mean 

I envy the girls I see 

Who's mother's apparently love them 

They have a home but not me 

Cause no love is here 

No one cares or shows they do 

So go on make some more fun 

As I slit my wrists deeper each time 

Listening to someone sing 

A song about how I feel 

Only difference is they get stoned 

I wonder what drugs would feel like 

Could they put out the flames of this hell I live in 

Would they make it better 

Or only make it worse 

Why couldn't you just have loved me as a kid 

Hugged me every now and then 

Why do I have to seek love from other mother's 

Why couldn't you be more like them 

You could have loved me 

Could have cared 

But instead you grew apathetic and cold 

Distant and frightening 

Full of animosity and resentment

Why couldn't you just have loved me 

Like I always wanted you too 

But it's too late to save me 

Too much pain has been caused by you 

Its too late for you to be the mom you should be 

So I'll stay alone, unloved, and spiteful 

Bitter, cold, lugubrious, lonely and hurting 

And no one will see 

Only my razor blade, God, and me

CONSENT By squirrels

BDSM, S&M, M/s,D/s are nebulous things. The three tenents that most practitioners say they embrace is Safe, Sane and Consensual, but in reality? Is it safe to use a knife during play, to draw blood, to whip someone until they are bruised? Is it sane to enjoy the hiss of pain from your partner or the feel of his or her belt on your back? I don't know.

I've had people ask me in the past. How can you do that? How can you let someone hurt you and enjoy it? what's the difference between that and an abusive relationship?, and I never had an answer. I could never explain the power exchange, the joy of submission, the absolute trust involved, knowing that while a sadist may hurt you, they also love and cherish you. I could never explain that "forced sex" or "rough sex" between a Master and his slave wasn't rape. That either one or most likely both have fetishes that they express differently than so called "normal" people. That the consent had already been given, the trust established and to them it's a form of release.

YOU'RE SITTING IN YOUR FAVORITE CHAIR by poison ivy

Your sitting there in your favourite chair, I watch you from a distance as u sip on ur drink. My silk robe wrapped tightly around my body my nipples erect. I squeeze on them letting out a soft moan. You look up towards the door putting your drink down you beckon me to go to you I walk slowly towards u and stand In front of u. U unite my robe exposing my naked body underneath . U grab my hips pulling me into u. U start to kiss on my stomach. The feeling sends multiple ripples through my body, I smile closing my eyes enjoying ur soft lips on my skin. You look up at my placing ur hand on my shoulders pushing me to my knees, u then sit back in ur chair unzipping ur trousers before relaxing. 

A SNAKE by Jerzey Fresh

A snake is among us - I see you in your grassy home 

Know that I got my eye on you - wherever it is you roam 

Your pony trick is played out - as most of us can see 

But some still wear rose colored glasses - and follow you blindly 

Try as I might, I can't figure out why 

Every time you commit an indiscretion these people turn a blind eye 

Maybe they don't know what I know. 

But *I* know what I know 

If *you* know what I know 

Blood is thicker then water - but you haven't gotten the memo 

Because if you step out of line I'll show you how deep these veins go 

I'm waiting for you to mess up - so I can take you to task 

You've no idea the resources I have within my grasp 

It's not a matter of if - but when 

Your past only points to signs that this will happen again 

You'll look at this poem as a veiled threat - but it's not 

I'm prepared to come at you with both barrels - and show you what I've got 

You've never met a match before - till now - you've met me 

I dare you to make me show you what it means to be family.

LOOK APON ME by I Am The Sun

Look apon me with your tear stained cheek. Give me the devotion I need to carry on. Give me the hope I so longingly need. Let me feel your pride from your gaze. The eyes of one that is mine that loves me so.

A QUESTION, AN ANSWER by niamh(PP)

~THE QUESTION~

What would you do if she came to you

And knelt quietly by your side

Her heart in her hand

Would you understand?

What would you do if she came to you

With love in her eyes and trust in her soul

Would you take control?

What would you do, if she came to you

And faced her deepest fears

Would you calm her, could you dry her tears?

What would you do, 

IF SHE CAME TO YOU…..

THE MUSIC WON'T GO UP LOUDER by LadyRemington

The music won't go up an louder 

I can feel the base flow through my veins 

Momentarily taking loneliness' place 

Songs about suicides 

Songs about pain 

All speaking to me in different ways 

I'm suicidal I know that know 

I can see myself dying 

In the car that I'm driving 

Flying around a curve at a hundred miles an hour 

But instead of turning I let go of the wheel 

Rolling through the air 

Smashing into trees 

Headfirst into traffic

The Grim Reaper coming and scraping me off the road 

Is it wrong for me to say 

That each time I go around that curve 

The steering wheel screams to escape from my hands 

I almost let go 

Feeling there's nothing to live for 

I'm empty and alone 

Forsaken and bruised 

Broken and used 

But your face flashes through my thoughts 

And I grip the steering wheel tight 

My vehicle isn't meant for flight 

And it's not gonna fly today 

I'll go on living 

Afraid of myself 

Seeing my death in everything 

How I could die by anything I see 

My apathy toward living

Is really scaring me

HOW CAN YOU FORSAKE ME? by Jerzey Fresh

How can you forsake me? You'd lump me in with the rest? 

I've moved mountains for you in our hey day. How quickly you forget. 

Regardless of what you've warped your mind to believe 

It wasn't me who burnt this bridge, with the web you chose to weave 

After all we've been through together, that you'd begrudge me truth 

Speaks volumes over any words you could say, excuse after excuse 

So obvious to us real people that you've already come undone 

Be mindful of who you go to war with; there's not a battle I haven't won. 

You should be grateful you're getting off easy; I'll spare you this one time 

It's lonely on that self imposed pedestal; with no one to stand by your side 

As far as former friends go, you're my crowning achievement of mistakes 

Those before you have at least twisted the knife while looking me in my face 

Instead you go around crying wolf on the shoulder of thieves 

Don't worry about pulling yourself away from the dogs, you've already caught fleas.

NOT TO BE OUTDONE by Zephy

Not to be out done I jerked my cock out of her pussy, she looked back and grunted unhappily. I’d show her, I positioned my cock and shoved it straight into her ass! Those dark eyes went as wide as dinner plates and she let out a cry that silenced the whole den, apparently this was a new experience for her. I slid my cock in and out of her tight, tight asshole all the while enjoying the feel of her pussy tounge teasing mine and listened to her cries of pleasure. I reached my hand around and slid two fingers deep in her pussy, the double penetration was the last straw and she came again, innundating my hand and legs with another flood of her juices. She bucked and screamed and her ass reflexively sucked and pushed on my cock, I let go then and decided I had truly sealed my victory, but it one last act of domincance over the Queen of the Succubi I pulled out of her grabbed her by one of her horns and blew my load all over her face and mouth, she just sat there obediently with her mouth open for my hot come.

DIVORCE by Emmerald *

Divorce, what an extremely dirty word. 

Who actually likes that word? There are many reasons why people divorce. It usually bottles down to lack of attention or some form of abuse or maybe he or she really did make a mistake. 

The day I decided to ask my husband for a divorce was one of the most difficult moments of my life. I just had enough. I opted to leave my cushy materialistically fancy life mainly to protect my children and for my happiness. 

LITTLE CINDY BAKER by LadyRemington

Little Cindy Baker 

Was such a pretty girl 

Her eyes were ocean blue 

And she always smiled at everyone 

She looked happy as could be 

A smile always on her face 

But no one knew when she went home 

She was terribly abused 

Turns out her father beat her 

Her mother did things too 

But no one at school or church 

Ever ever knew 

No one ever saw a single bruise 

No strand of her fiery locks 

Was ever out of place 

She had no friends 

But was quit friendly to everyone 

She was quiet and reserved 

Alone and ever watching 

Everybody loved her 

And envied her 'perfect' life 

She's in the paper today 

For the first time 

A tragic story thus 

Her father came home drunk 

And raped her

Then beat her to a pulp 

Her drugged up mother took her turn 

Beating and abusing her 

More than they ever had 

They finally got tired of hurting her 

So broken bones and all 

She found the strength to crawl 

She crawled into her bed

And little Cindy Baker 

Pulled out a razor blade 

Cutting at her wrists 

But bleeding to death was to slow 

So she found her father's gun 

And put a bullet in her head

But not before she shot her dad 

And stabbed her mom to death 

Cindy Baker will now go in history 

The paper said snapped 

The story said she beat herself 

And her parents tried to stop it 

She killed them when they got in her way 

But no one knows the truth 

Cause no one ever cared 

Now little Cindy Baker 

Haunts the town in which she lived 

Seeking out parents that hurt their kids

Killing them slowly torturing them

If you look real close 

At the window in her room 

You can see her fiery locks 

Passing by the window 

Right at dusk is when to look 

But God forbid she sees you 

Cause Cindy Baker kills anyone she sees 

Who is looking for her 

Satan controls her and tells her what to do 

And when the time is right 

Cindy Baker will be coming for you

AM I TRULY HERS? By dude uɯɐp

am i truly Hers? or just one of many in and around Her life? what makes me special? what makes me think i deserve to be called Hers? so many times i think questions are as big a part of this dynamic as everything else. if i have questions, which undoubtedly i will, do they get answered to my satisfaction and understanding? if She has questions, which She undoubtedly will, do they get answered to Her satisfaction and understanding? so many times the connection and the bond come in the questions. the freedom to ask, the willingness to answer, the exploration of the discussion therein. so i guess what i am saying is - i know i am Hers because i asked. i know what makes me special to Her because i asked. i know i deserve to be called Hers because i asked. 

and ... She answered.

MY MISTRESS posted by Matthew Reno

My mistress is an angel. Her eyes pierce like fire her whip brings me joy. The pain she brings is cleansing and brings joy to my soul. The wax does not hurt me but is the symbol of her love. As I lay immobile she shows me that she cares. Her whips are the manner that keep me in line. My angel dressed in black leather fallen from the sky for me. I am her slave her love and will not faultier from her commands. - Matthew Reno

MATCHING ACCESORIES: HOW TO MAKE THE BEST OF A 3+ BDSM FAMILY by Wølfy! *

Humans are a species that are motivated by upgrades. Replacing a regular cone with a waffle cone, washing bathrooms to managing the team members, moving from an apartment to your first home, they all motivate us to continue progressing into the future. Upgrades are usually always good, so there is no reason not to implement them in everything; Even in BDSM.

I like to think of BDSM families as a person with accesories, the person or people being Dom(s)/Domme(s), and sub(s) as accesories. The sub is used and gets satisfaction and the Dom uses and gets satisfaction.

So when a relationship starts, all is well. Everyone is happy, sub is being used, Dom is using. Once that "newly wed" period is over, the couple really start to love one another, and all is well with the world...
Then our natural instinct to upgrade comes into play. "Well if 1 sub gave me so much happiness, then 2 should give me double the happiness!".

RAIN HITS AGAINST THE WINDOW-PANE by cloe

Rain hits against the window-pane. Transparent pearls run down. The man does not see his reflexion, lost in thoughts he glides over the weapon. A smile darts over his face and spreads out as the screams ring out in his ears once more. Almost he can feel again the young flesh under himself, winding, fighting, at last giving up in complete exhaustion. Almost he can smell it again, this smell of the fear and excitement. Almost he can see it again, this face like an angel, distorts under his power. The smile dwindles, like the memory and the last movements under him. It gives way to the clear knowledge this was the perfect moment. He takes the weapon, the barrel still brilliantly from her moisture, smells the scent of her excitement and tastes the sweetness of his power as he slowly slides it in his mouth. 

After the noise follows the 

silence and transparent pearls turn red.

Cloe, 2012

THE SHINY FACTOR By PhoenixRed *

When you get into BDSM and D/s relationships, especially if you are new to this, everything seems cool and exciting and pushes boundaries and limits; it's all so overwhelming and wonderful and beautiful!   It’s SHINY!!!

You find someone, you start getting experience and you think:  "I've found my nirvana, this is how I want it to be for the rest of my life!"

And all is good with the universe :)

IT'S THE PAIN THAT HURTS by princess destiny

Its the pain that hurts, but nobody sees. Those thorns so sharp but hidden by the rose. Beauty of eyes open so wide but pools of block blooms from within. Tainted by another, a former love. But the key of trust thrown back in my face. Love the thorns. Take the key. Embrace the black. That's the only way to love what's true. Cut me open, cut me deep. Find remorse in the hurt you seek. Times running short to fix the past. Maybe one day you'll find a remedy that lasts

THE FIRST TIME By Myotis

Bound and gagged open mouthed for the first time

Wanting to please him but fighting a building panic inside me

Struggling for my breath as he presses himself into me

My body can’t resist but my mind is close to panic

I struggle through to please him, wrists staining against the ropes

My head is reeling then suddenly…

He stops and caresses my face smiling down at me

The moment is burned into my mind

My mind hadn’t understood till that moment

The intimacy so intense as I am overwhelmed with trust, love, lust, and adoration

I am completely in his hands and I let go body and soul

Ready to follow wherever he may lead

For the first time I feel the ecstasy of true submission

A WORD TO THE WISE by niamh{PP}

A word to the wise as you walk a slippery path

Remember that a window only shows you HALF

You’d take a memory so cherished and pure 

See it as a disease with your condemnation its only cure

Shared with you in joy, Openness and laughter

Judge it by perception until you see only disaster.

How dare you stand in judgement laying the blame?

Turning something so beautiful into regret, doubt and shame.

I'M JUST ME by shawdowcat

I'm just me.

I stand and I watch. 

I'll walk with my head held high.

I don't bow to anyone. 

I'll sit and wait. 

Till he comes to find me. 

The one I'll want to kneel to. 

I'll sit and wait. 

The one that makes me feel again. 

He'll light the fires that burn bright, and let me shine. 

So I'll sit and wait.

I'll walk with my head held high till the day I'm found.

Cyber Slave by poetic soul

The screen glows bright

Calling her name 

She talks through the night

And her Master does the same

They're thousands of miles away

But together they have this time

Even apart, her Master holds sway

She'll run to his message chime

Never connecting on this plane

Yet their love can be almost touched 

Wrapped and bound in his chain

Moaning as her body's clutched

His powerful grip is in her mind

But one would swear she feels it

Her hand mimics Master's grind

She loves and meets him in spirit

The night comes to an end

Her screen slowly goes to black

Wishing for time to extend

Dreaming of Him as she lays back

I CLIMAXED by Zephy

I climaxed harder than ever before I was gasping for breath and writhing over the bed, or at least I would have been had my hips not been held in a vice like grip as Lilith continued eating my pussy increasing the stimulation until I climaxed during my climax and still she continued taking me higher and higher until I could breath even to scream in pleasure, my lungs were empty and bursting and my whole body was on fire for air but not wanting the pleasure to stop I rode it out until finally Lilith stopped and I collapsed down onto the bed gasping for air my chest heaving as I sucked in huge gulps of air.

A CAUTIONARY TALE by squirrels *

Once upon a time there was a man, named Will. Now his peers nicknamed him Captian Will.. Because he liked to jump from ship to ship.

And I'm not talking about the sailing ships either my friends!

First..he dated..my sister...we will call her Missed Opportunity. And while he was dating Missed, he started dating another friend..in secret.

So once Missed and Will broke things off..he had another girl right there.

Sadly but not surprisingly...that too didnt last.and his secong "undying love" was cast away for a third. Now the third, we'll call her Betty, fell hard for good ol Captain Will.

She unknowingly stood proudly by him until he announced in public that he had again moved on and neglected to tell her.

This time to someone I care very much for. :'(

So...Good Ol' Will has struck and I am in a quandry. What wins out? Love that is false and fleeting? Or a heart that cares but cannot protect? Tune in..I'll keep you posted.

WHY ME? by Amaranth

Why are there such women as me?

Looking on our lives we have everything we need

Warm and safe, the love of a chid

Arms to embrace us, family at our side

Yet deep inside there is nothing but deep black tar

Filling every vessel, clogging up our hearts

Choking, gasping, eyes blurring, not able to breathe

Dying with every clogged breath, those outside can't see

Behind every sugary sweet smile and candied kisses

We hide the deep blackness that shows our true missive 

Women like me, surface happiness transpires

Will never escape the black history clogging our insides

Amaranth

29th April 2012ccc

YOU'RE INTRIGUING AND MYSTERIOUS by princess destiny

You're intriguing and mysterious, and very self reserved, but id let to get to get to know you more, a friendship well deserved! You move around so silently your often never seen, but i notice you and wonder where is it that you've been? Im fascinated by your charm, enticed its plain to see, i look for you but often find you're looking back at me. The mystery and silence has me hooked under your spell, I'll find the truth and get to you, i do this very well. There's a secret that you hold within, and pain somewhere i see, I'll find the truth and talk to you, please put your trust in me. Im learning and Im liking what i know of you so far, so let me in and talk to me remove that iron bar. I know that you are lovable and only time will tell ..if we could be good friends and know each other well.

SUBMISSION by jerzey fresh

Submission. When you feel it, embrace it. It tinges every waking thought. It fills the silence between each beat of your heart. When you find your One, whom you crave to kneel before. You ache to hear "good girl" trickle from His lips. Submission emcompasses your being. Your will becomes His will. Your drive exists solely to please Him. His sheer presence comands every fiber of your being before He has uttered one syllable. Anyone can hold a key; but It takes a special Dominant to lock your heart.