Layers

There’s something so beautiful, so special and and so satisfying about earning that right to stand above her.

To witness her bare self, the girl with the huge heart.

To peel back her layers, to caress the edges, to leave my mark….the sting on her bare ass, a reminder.

It’s not just sex, not just moans, not just marks and smacks and toys. It’s something else entirely. Ethereal. Ascension. Transcendence. Awakening.

One For A Dream

After the children have gone down, 

And she can finally undress to herself, 

she sits topless by the window 

and stares into her reflection.
  

Teacher. Doctor. Lawyer.

Slave. Pet. Baby Girl.

Hiding and yet

In plain sight. 

The world sees her and yet

Doesn’t see her. 

Doesn’t know

What she has to give.

 

But each day she strives

And never falters 

To live

Not exist. 

Fragments of a dream


And she’s held down to the ground,

My dusty boots firm on her chest.

She’s thumbing my pants,

Balling fists as she chokes.

As I choke the life from her.
I unzip my cock,

Let it loose,

And she freezes

Wondering.

I freeze.

Wondering.

As pressure builds. 
My warm stream smacks against her face

She flinches.

It probably stings.

I know because some of it hits my leg.
She calms down,

Stops flinching.

A moan escapes her lips,

A delicious trade.

A moan for the universe, my urine in exchange.
When I’m done, I release my boots. 

She looks up at me, panting.

Angry.

Aroused.

My faithful servant. 

Will You Think Of Me?

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When your knees buckle

When the cold kisses your skin

When the melody escapes your lips,

Will you think of Me?

 

When the ice drives you mad,

when you cannot keep still,

When you feel it start to build,

Will you think of Me?

When the warmth shoots up your thighs

When the slick darkness envelops you

when the air escapes your lungs,

will you think of Me?

Inside these walls

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Inside these walls,

you are tied to your cell.

purring and yowling, you writhe on the spot.

Your little dance has started the fire,

now the room is set alight.

Inside these walls,

You can squirm but you’re stuck to my web.

I will take an eternity to bleed you dry.

You don’t have a choice.

Inside these walls,

you can rattle the cage,

try and scream for help

but sooner or later,

you’ll give into the panic

Inside these walls,

you’re wearing out.

The wave is too strong,

you want to give in.

Now you belong to me..

“Her” – A BDSM poem.

This is an early poetry piece I wrote in my early days as a Dominant, before I matured with my thoughts and beliefs. Thought I’d share.

 

She’s down on her knees,

tears hit the floor like a flood

she’s begging him please

But there is no time for talk

 

The fog’s rolling in,

their house is surrounded by woods

They’re living in sin.

The torment’s about to begin

 

She crawls on her knees

Hoping that she will please him

her pain is absurd

He asks her to whisper these words:

I am the dark

I am the doll

I am yours”

He clasps it on tight

washes her down for the night

She grips to his leg

The nothing girl starts to beg

 

He cradles her face

Kisses her cheeks so softly

He praises her place

reminds her of her own beauty

 

Their love transcends space

Yet she falls down into place

The wolves start to chase

As she once again utters words:

“I am the dark
I am the doll

I am yours”