Together

I’m a Dominant. I’m a Master, a Daddy and a primal.

I expect speech protocols to be followed, gestures to be undertaken and rules to be remembered.

I’ll lead you when you need it, I’ll guide you when you’re lost and I’ll nurture you when you fall.

I’ll pull your hair and pinch your tits and slap your ass and call you names.

I’ll come on your tits and spit in your face and claw your body till the marks on your body show like you’re my calling card.

I’ll lease you and collar you and lead you out in the afternoons for walks.

I’ll deprive you of sight and sound and release till you’re a quivering, sobbing mess without a semblance of humanity.

But I’ll let you teach me. I’ll let you take care of me when the anxiety is so bad I feel like I’m losing my mind.

I’ll listen to your advice and listen to your needs.

I’ll put your desires ahead of mine because your smile and your happiness satisfies me more than any sexual act.

I won’t flinch when you step up to take care of me, I won’t speak over you when you need to tell me something.

I will fall to my knees and press my head between your breasts when I’m feeling vulnerable and sad and lonely and out of whack with the world around me.

I’ll let you put your arm around me when we rest in bed, because I need that more then you realise.

Manic: Free Form Poetry

Sleepy, hot, high-anxiety, I wrote this as it came to me, fiery and intense and strange and possessing all the tendencies of a Master / Slave Dynamic mixed with a dash of self loathing. Not sure what, if anything, it represents, but as a piece conjured from anxious consciousness, maybe there is something to be found for the curious reader – TD&D

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You know it’s wrong – to come to her

Moving so fast that if your life was a film,

It’d be shot with a handheld camera.

You know it’s wrong,

To stand before her and demand

Something of her

It’s like being on the outside

Looking in on an asshole.

You know it’s wrong

When she obeys

Her eyes glistening with understanding

As she dresses down before you.

You know it’s wrong

Wanting. Channeling. Breathing. Taking.

So why do you do it?