Dominance and submission “Coveted Diversions”

 

 

To be bound

unwavering helplessness

tethered and held in place

hands

legs

a site to behold

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To be Blindfolded

giving of sight

a darkened fantasy

a sense of unknown

it’s my vision now

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To be Silenced

a gag of sorts

you voice stricken

nothing to say now

my voice speaks for you

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To be Penetrated

an anal plug

filling you with my diversion

feeding my lust for you

quashing your sphincter

and harnessing your will

~~~

To be Whipped

across your back

down your thighs

over your hips

and your bottom

a colorful array of stripped diversion

~~~

To be Invaded

my hands

roaming everywhere

your breast and nipples

your bruised and reddened bottom

your wet and aching labia

your clitoris throbbing ~

hardened  and swollen by dominance

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My Covet

attuned to the bonds

satiated in my vision

calmed in your silenced fantasy

energized in your struggled submission

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My Lust

powered in my swinging whips and implements

verbalized in the markings and hews raised

scented with my invading hands

your body’s tethered struggle

sweetened in submissive nectar

and wanton in release

~~~

My Dominance

enhanced in your surrender

satiated in submissiveness

confirmed in a given will

and transformed in trusted faith

~~~

Your submissiveness

has quenched that ache

feeding that lust-filled thirst

shared in a kindred and quested

life-style and will for each other

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Our mutual Covet

Complimented in design

bonded in our mutual desires

and transformed in coveted diversions

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“Marked Eloquence”

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Your spanking is happening, and your body is alive, moving and accepting the colorful change. Your ache to submit is coveted and your yearning desires nurtured in the life-style that naturally flows from your being. 

The sound of Dominance in the whisk of the implement as it shrieks through the air and lands on your bottom, echoing in your ears as it comes down again and again. Your voice adheres to this dominance in the breathless sigh and glance. And your body is renewed as it is marked with bright and freshly colored hews in the landscape of Dominance and submission.  

The paddle, whip, flogger and restraints are placed by the bed, readied for that incessant ache in and out of every season
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Your body is bound, securing your submission, and helping you attain that heightened level of boundedness to your covet


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Soul-Mates ~~~~~
~~~~~ Soul-Mates ~~~~~

The ropes are finely placed

enveloping a soft nurtured body

caressing with mindful restraint

confined and positioned

warmed to the touch

flavored with a yearn

and salacious need

carefully patterned marks

surrendered submissively

to a coveted desire to please

The ache of submission

explored with wantonness

and carved with dominance...

  

Salacious need

carefully patterned marks

surrendered submissively

 

To a coveted desire to please

Wolf in the Fold

Last night, I watched you in line at the supermarket. You met my gaze momentarily, then pretended you hadn’t.
I’m in a contemplative mood tonight, so I wonder: what did you see in those brief moments?
Did your eyes pierce the veil of my soul? Is that why you turned away?
Did you see as I ran a decade of film through my mind of your enslavement, locked in a dirty basement, never to see the sun again?
Did your wrists feel the cold, unyielding embrace of metal permanently locked against your skin?
Did you feel the sting of 100 strokes all over your body? Could you see the same red-welted beauty as I? Was the exhaustion real, as you sagged against your bonds, with no relief in sight?
How many hours did your eyes plead with mine, only to find no mercy?
Could you feel the rising panic as days went by locked away in a tiny oubliette, wondering if this time I might just leave you there to die? Did the panicked screaming feel as real to you as to me? Did the rush of pitiful gratitude overwhelm you as I finally opened the door so you could suck my cock, and be less confined for one merciful moment?

Did you turn away in revulsion after staring into the eyes of a wolf?

Or is it because your psyche craves when your being is tested to within an inch of your very conscientious state?



 
I brought the flogger down, again and again, across her back and bottom globes and as the hews of docile submissiveness began to appear and the marks of our tryst came into focus for “our” new world here, I came alive in such a personal and endearing way for her. 

Dropping the flogger, I slid my thumb and I traced my finger down her submitted crease to her warming center, moistened in humility and trembling in embarrassment at this point.

I picked up a leather paddle and brought it down twice on each stripped and hewed bottom cheek, stopping to ask my lover, “Are you enjoying this, my love.”

My Very Precious Thing was very frail in her response, almost crying, and yet her demeanor was staid in submission and yield. 

“Yes My Daddy, if this pleases you, I will always surrender myself to you.  The pre-ordained Covenant---Into Perpetuity has forged this unconditional rendering of my very being ---  to you My Daddy.  No limits; no boundaries, anything for you, My Daddy.”