Kissing you deeply, biting your lips until I can feel your body begin to recoil with the pain. The sharp intake of breath willing me to kiss you harder, urging me to hurt you more, pushing me on, pushing you deeper.
The back of my hand impulsively comes across your face, knocking you back and I watch as the depths of your eyes began to glaze over, as you fall deeper and deeper in the dark space that you go to, where nothing else takes you.
I love to watch you as you process the sting from my hand, the pain across your cheek, your lips still stinging from the lingering kiss. The confusion on your face of the combination of pain immersed under waves of pleasure, drowning in its depths. My hands weaving through your hair, as I pull your head back exposing your neck, as I lean in to kiss you. Bite you. Each time you gasp it urges me to only to do it more, to do it harder. It unleashes the beast inside as I want to hurt you more, to hear you gasp, to moan, to cry.
You attempt to touch me, to bring me closer, I know that you long to feel me closer, to bring me nearer and as I feel your arms pulling at their restraints I move back simply to frustrate you, reminding you that I am where I am, doing what I am, because I want to, for what I need. Not because you want me to be, or not for what you need. A moan of frustration leaves your mouth at the same time that the back of my hand once more makes contact with your reddened cheek.
The impact of my hand across your face echoes around the silent room, your face reddening from the mark of my hand, the sensations of warmth and stinging coursing through my own body as you recover from the unsuspecting slap. Your breathing deepens, your eyes darkening, greying like a sky when the moon eclipses the sun. Your eyes glaze further still, shining like burnished metal, your body begins to sag and strain against the ropes around your wrists as you feel yourself descending into the pain and yet, the resistance of the rope forces you back up, forcing you to stay in a position that doesn't burn your wrists and yet your whole body is commanding you forward.
Your mind cannot process the predicament in which it finds itself, your exquisite eyes convey the bewilderment turmoil that your mind finds itself within. They display the longing, the hunger, the urgency, the desire, the passion and the beauty of your submissive depths.
Your eyes beseech, pleading before even a simple pleading can escape from your bitten lips.
I pull you closer, as close as your body will allow, your whole body straining against the ropes that bind you. I silence your mouth once more with my own, covering your nose with my hand as I kiss you deeply, stealing your breath, taking everything from you.
Taking all that is yours. Taking all that is mine.
I am sorry You are angry and yes i know You put a lot of time and effort into these posts. I have to believe that it is done for more then to just receive a comment from me. If that is the case then we should just pack this blog up and close it down. With that said yes. I do wish to comment on this post. I waited because with the state that You were in i did not think that You would take my comments in the manner in which they were given.
This post was very powerful, i did not comment right away because of the need to soak it in and reflect on it, to be able to focus and put thought into my reaction because the instant reaction i had, well, had me reeling just like the backhand had really knocked me down.
You know how to control me, what buttons to push, what actions to take. A kiss or a backhand slap can communicate much more then mere words at times. I could feel this post, yes i will say it again. i could "FEEL" it. the binds biting into my flesh, making me pay for any movement other then what You wanted, any position other then what You designed for me. I could feel the kiss as it washed over me, draining my strength. I could feel the bite as its pain mixed with the kiss to baffle my scenes, keeping me under Your spell.
I feel the frustration, so wicked, as wicked as the smile on Your face as You move out of my reach, the realization in my eyes that i am nothing but a play toy for Your amusement and pleasure. Its those moments that sends me deeper, when You use me for YOU that makes me feel Your dominance and my lowly status.
I could feel You silence me, taking my voice with Your mouth, my breath with Your hand, now controlling my very life. That control, ownership, dominance drives me to that place that only You can take me. That lets me know that i am truly YOUR slave.
I understand bitch why you waited, and yessssss, coughs**** your right i am glas u waited, and no i dint write for comments i write as i have build ups in me, things, thights, fantasys that must come out, in form of written word,you inspire me, in so many ways, and there is no doubt, i am in love with you more n more, as my slave, i adore, and treasure your service, As my man, i adore ans fell safe in the way you love n care for me As your Goddess, i rever in the control i have on you and it feeds me, As your lady, i am proud, to walk on your arm Your are indeed my every thing, all couples fight, argue, misundertsand, we have grown, i think in that aspect, its a wonderful thing, xxxxx
i write pour my soul on a fucked hand, and u can even bother to comment, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
ReplyDeleteI am sorry You are angry and yes i know You put a lot of time and effort into these posts. I have to believe that it is done for more then to just receive a comment from me. If that is the case then we should just pack this blog up and close it down. With that said yes. I do wish to comment on this post. I waited because with the state that You were in i did not think that You would take my comments in the manner in which they were given.
ReplyDeleteThis post was very powerful, i did not comment right away because of the need to soak it in and reflect on it, to be able to focus and put thought into my reaction because the instant reaction i had, well, had me reeling just like the backhand had really knocked me down.
You know how to control me, what buttons to push, what actions to take. A kiss or a backhand slap can communicate much more then mere words at times. I could feel this post, yes i will say it again. i could "FEEL" it. the binds biting into my flesh, making me pay for any movement other then what You wanted, any position other then what You designed for me. I could feel the kiss as it washed over me, draining my strength. I could feel the bite as its pain mixed with the kiss to baffle my scenes, keeping me under Your spell.
I feel the frustration, so wicked, as wicked as the smile on Your face as You move out of my reach, the realization in my eyes that i am nothing but a play toy for Your amusement and pleasure. Its those moments that sends me deeper, when You use me for YOU that makes me feel Your dominance and my lowly status.
I could feel You silence me, taking my voice with Your mouth, my breath with Your hand, now controlling my very life. That control, ownership, dominance drives me to that place that only You can take me. That lets me know that i am truly YOUR slave.
I understand bitch why you waited, and yessssss, coughs**** your right
ReplyDeletei am glas u waited, and no i dint write for comments i write as i have build ups in me, things, thights, fantasys
that must come out, in form of written word,you inspire me, in so many ways,
and there is no doubt, i am in love with you more n more, as my slave, i adore, and treasure your service,
As my man, i adore ans fell safe in the way you love n care for me
As your Goddess, i rever in the control i have on you and it feeds me,
As your lady, i am proud, to walk on your arm
Your are indeed my every thing,
all couples fight, argue, misundertsand,
we have grown, i think in that aspect,
its a wonderful thing,
xxxxx