Slave Girl Part 1

You cared enough: —-
to pin me down; to tie me up; to show me pain; (and how to cope); to rape my arse; to fuck my throat; to make me sick; (and then clean up); to blame me for your fault; (and always criticise);
to chase after me; (and make me feel guilt); to show you’re weak; to show you’re strong; (and how you’re rich); to twist it round; to mess my mind; (and make me feel I’d hurt you); and favour me, a little.

How good it is: to know you care for me.

I love you so!
how much you care
how strong you are, for me
when I have dried my tears
and begged an amnesty
for all my faults.

And I remember!
how good it was
when we were new.
We’ll go back there soon,
I know, once I heal
my scars, for you.

I left. I am bereft.
I want to spend my life with you;
how can I cope without you?
I love you so. I need you so.
Take care of me!
For who am I, alone?

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Simple words

My secret is no mystery:
I miss you and I want you,
To taste, and more, to feel you,
Firm and broad and hooded

And hardening in my mouth,
To fill that space inside me,
All concentrated nerves;
Overwhelms me with desire.

I’ll hold your body tight against me
In reciprocal delight:
If 23’s a magic number
Then 69 is best of all!

Hot and eager, wet and willing,
Intimate and tender, rough and curly,
Purest joy and purely carnal:
May be sustaining, never ends?

As I will always come for you,
Will you for me, at last?
Then overcome, restraint forgotten!!
And flooded out of mind —-

Angle on the Cam

That which was once found unsavoury, is now found bittersweet,
The things which seemed unseemly, now seem to be a treat.
A part of me that once was white has now turned to vivid red —-

I stand over you, naked and bound on the bed;
Vulnerabilities exposed; open flanks, defenceless core.
– Should I push it further? If not now, then when?
And on what grounds, and for what ends?
Consent given freely, eagerly – but to swallow it whole??
Or not yet as far as you would have me go!
I enjoy it so much, and want it still more;
– But have I always tried myself as much as I would others?
As I loose my bonds of self, applying ties,
And begin to see, a little, how it may feel to be you,
I must sometime offer to submit in turn.
– There is too a will and obligation
To protect, ensure you’re safe from harm,
Which you may both welcome and resent.
– Consent, desire; command, submit; affection, understanding, caring;
Many layered roles without acting at all.

But while the central pivot’s straight –
Respect, unbroken; Trust, undamaged –
Nothing will end up skew. Continue reading “Angle on the Cam”

Ishtar: The Look

Like a priestess of an ancient mystery:
Obscure, profound, dangerously belle,
A cult forming online, reincarnate C21 –
The moon goddess for twenty-twelve.
In super-platforms! taller than you needed –
Because it’s what you wanted –
And who would question why?
Your femininity exposed inside,
Behind, above, your tall manhood.

Beautiful pert breasts, achieved so quickly;
And the look – cosmetic sculpture?
A living breathing work of art,
Human realisation in the flesh,
Spartan generations never achieved more.
Your transformation, transcending birth-form:
Pale peerless perfect skin, so natural;
And facial, such visual perfection –
An art, a vision, beyond the reach of craft –

Fierce eyes – so pure; too blue to mix.
The shadows of your cheekbones
In intimate sharp focus, just
Millimetres from perfection –
What’s real, and which illusion, now?
A mistress to the eye – those
Who’d dare to look directly at you –
But to a few, come close enough
For adoration, you will submit!

Your squeals of pleasure, tinged with violation,
Pliant, welcoming the next act:
Being pinned, tied, bound and warming,
Reddening beneath my hands;
As I control – push towards your threshold –
Then lightly touch and kiss with tenderness;
And – last – the walk: hand in hand, aroused,
With joy we go, to wash away restraint,
Degrading, to create our exaltation.

Orange (a safeword)

A mind’s picture, an instant forever:
you writhing and twisting,
oiled limbs and body, lithe and
rope-bound, beneath the leather’s touch;
an agony touching ecstasy,
aching desire, consummated
beyond reason; exploring affection
with touch, of a dominant kind.

Horns locked together, our bodies joined
but not in combat, until vital fluids surge and mingle;
reddening flesh; flares in the blindfold darkness;
your beating heart, pounding under my hands.
Not random strangers —
— but power, responsibility,
to value, cherish and protect you;
touching the unreachable, almost in passing,
and by that reach, empowering more.

Out! fear of losing, left behind;
In!! take command, act as of right.
As I controlled, accepting your submission,
so your responses changed you;
and by the act, the opening –
affected by the person touched –
so I am changed in turn.
So much is new, so much potential!

Switch

“Does it matter who the master
So we serve him honestlie?”
So with the circle squared, unbroken,
I’ll be for you and you for me

Who is lead? Who is support?
Does it matter anyway
Tonight?

Who will rise and give
Who’s open to receive
Tonight?

Who will be the life-raft
And who will climb on top
Tonight?

Who will hold the whip hand
And who will bend the knee
Tonight?

Shall I bow down
To taste and worship
Tonight?

Will you for me
Consent surrender
Tonight?

Which way to pleasure
Yours and mine together
Tonight?

“Does it matter who the mistress
So we serve her honestlie?”
So with the circle squared, unbroken,
I’ll be for you and you for me