Soft Whisperings How much would you give to Me, My slave? everything, My Mistress, without hesitation.
twistingtwininggrindingfuckingkissinglickinglovingpantingmoaningpleadinghurtingtremblingbeggingI think "please" may be the most inspiring word I have ever heard.
Rules and RitualsThese are two things so important to Me in this lifestyle. That constant connection lying quietly curled in your heart while you make your way through the vanilla world. That little jolt that sparks between you when you are submerged in day to day tedium and a flicker of darkness passes between you. Some things are simple. "Mistress, what may I have to drink?" Some things harder. "Shall I sit at your feet or at your side, Mistress?"Asking if an outfit meets with Her approval or begging permission to sleep on Her bed. May I be excused to go to the restroom? or Please, Mistress, may i cum?Bringing her a drink or begging Her to fill your puppy bowl.Asking permission to touch Her or offering Her your very life.Soft and Hard.Hot and Cold.Sweet and Mean.Kisses and Tears.What's you favorite ritual or rule?Siren
I have been talking about and thinking about slaves versus submissives. Discussions about the difference are hardly uncommon. ::smiles:: For the purposes of this entry, I will define them as follows: a submissive has more defined limits and input in the dynamics of the relationship. A slave is more property....less rights....few limits. (No, I dont believe in slaves with absolutely no limits.) I always thought that the idea of a slave wasnt appealing to Me. I have never liked the "Yes, Ma'am whatever you want Ma'am" type. I have always been attracted to spirited submissives. That slightly smart mouth playful attitude that can be curbed with a glance from Me. That has been the magic combination. But I have felt Myself being drawn to a darker side lately. I am getting more in touch with My inner sadist. ::smirk:: I have always defined Myself as a sweet sadist....but I have been less sweet lately. And the taste is like a vampire after the first kill....craving. But I digress. I am redefining Myself some. It's strange because I knew who and what I was from the beginning of this lifestyle and I havent ever really waivered much. I am a very affectionate person in most aspects of My life. I am a touchy feely type, I guess you would call it. If I am talking to a friend I will touch their arm or squeeze their hand. I hug all my friends when I see them somewhere. And My style of Domination is no different. I speak softly and sprinkle caresses in with vicious welts. My roughness is coming out more and more lately...spurred on by whimpering glassy eyed bois. Whips biting harder. Knives dragging pretty lines across skin. Wax seering delicate skin. All these affect My breathing more and harden My voice to an icy edge. See? I want to hurt someone even as we speak. I think My definition is shifting. I want someone between a slave and a submissive. I want to flow back and forth between that space. Mistresses have that right to want it all, right?Siren
"scratching and crawling across the floor just to touch you..."
That's from a Melissa Etheridge song.
"I wanted to run but you made me crawl.... the sweetest thing."
That's U2.
"I'd be down on my knees...making you stay...I'd be begging and pleading with you..."
Country music....Tricia Yearwood
I live very openly. Mine address Me as Ma'am and respond with Yes, Ma'am or No, Ma'am in public the same as in private. The same basic rules of communication and respect apply no matter where we are. I have long since gotten over the stares or quizzical looks that I receive when I ask a question of Mine ....who appears to be another "normal" adult (smirk) .....in the vanilla setting and hear "Yes Ma'am". I am unphased and respond as Mom when hearing "Mommy look!" when My darling fully grown innerkid accidentally pops out in public when My lil boi or ik daughter sees something that is irresistable.
I wonder when I hear what appears to be innocent lines in songs what makes us different from vanilla. Why would seeing My boi kneel before Me or kiss My boots horrify them but hearing someone croon about "begging you not to go" tugs their heart strings? Vanilla beans, as My good friend calls them, seem to draw the line at pride. It is ok to crawl, beg, worship, serve....once every other alternative has been exhausted. What a shame that they let that keep them from being so raw with their love.
It makes Me remember, as I do daily, why adore and this lifestyle and particularly why I adore submissives. They channel that pride into serving. They put aside selfish needs. The have no room for thinking of how they may appear to someone else. It is about real and raw and need.
Siren
Some days all My fantasies are sweet.
I am not thinking of fucking you hard against the floor. I am thinking of kissing every bruise from the night before. I am thinking of nipping you sweetly and making you sigh. I am thinking about whispering to you about what a good little boi you are and watching you moan and double your efforts for Me. I am thinking of sitting with My tea and gazing out the window with you at My feet. I am watching you in My mind and fanning the romantic flames that lick up My thigh gently into My soul.
Some days all My fantasies are rough. I am not thinking of softly kissing you in the rain. I am thinking of pushing you face first into the wall and marking your back with My nails. I am thinking of snapping My fingers and watching you lick My boots. I am thinking about whispering to you about what a desperate little slut you are and watching you moan and double your efforts for Me. I am thinking of walking slow circles around you and watching every click of My heels climb up your spine. I am watching you in My mind and fanning the sadistic flames that lick up My dungeon walls.
Things have changed.I just read that over and over.Things have changed.My boi and I are no longer us. We are seperate once again as when we met. It feels strange. I dont want to talk about it anymore. Everyone wants to hear.
Texas storm.
Dont you think it is strange how life can go from tears to smiles in the span of twelve hours?
