A Place of Peace

He held me tight all through the night
my soul was bound away from flight
within his grasp I was serene
safe and warm, my ego clean;
to have that place of sacred peace
is worth the gold on my life's lease.

The Missing Pieces

I understand the desperate need;
I understand the intense hunger;
I understand the pain, which borders on inconsolable loneliness and a feeling of isolation.

It is not a cry to be dominated, nor a cry to dominate,

It is a plea to be understood and accepted,
It is an appeal to be known,
It is a powerful hope that someone out there holds the missing pieces,
to our puzzle.

The War Within

The beasts are after me again, their long dark claws tearing at my sanity until I scream blue murder in their general direction and they fall silent for a short while. They have left me alone for the better part of 25 years; I was quite sure I had killed them back then, my young troubled frame fighting them off at every turn until finally, it seemed, I had won......until now.

Too much turmoil lurking under my skin, I suppose. The black creatures have sensitive ears, that much I remember; they were always listening for the shouts of agonized angst from within my head; licking their lascivious lips at my pain. So they have found me again, the creatures of calamity, monsters of misery.

I don't know where my soldiers have gone. They went AWOL years ago when they no longer felt they were needed. I do battle against my demons with what little ammunition I can find; but they're gathering strength and know I am worn and feeble, the perfect target for starvacious predators.

Vigilance is necessary with every breath; constantly I monitor the darkness that threatens to overtake my every move. If words could kill I would write an artillery of pages aimed at the hearts of my silent stalkers; shoot letters of rage into their black horrid eyes; fell them until they lay dead and bleeding amongst the vowels and the consonants, of my life.

What If......

And what if, the safest, warmest place you can think to be, is sitting at his feet

And what if, you take pleasure in his authority over you, as you float through your life

And what if, even the act of him punishing you, makes you feel loved and wanted

And what if, you feel you would do anything to please him

And what if, the knowledge that he now owns you, allows you to feel calm and secure

And what if, you trust him explicitly with your heart, your body, your life

What would happen then, my friend?

Let it Be

I want to tell you something and I need you to listen very carefully. I know that you have lived much of your life in secrecy, never feeling able to share your shameful fantasies with anyone; afraid to reveal them for all the darkness they contained. Thinking that others would shun and judge you if ever they were privy to the real you. Please realize that all those thoughts and ideas that you have buried over the course of your lifetime because they embarrassed and ashamed you, can now be released; you are no longer alone with your shadows. It is the dawning of your formerly fractured soul to become re-acquainted with its lost parts and learn to embrace the submissive self, with pride. There is nothing wrong with wanting to feel the power of a Dominant individual; of wanting to live under that power. You are responding to a calling deep within you and, providing you find a partner that will properly complement your particular flavor of submissiveness, you are capable of soaring to great heights under, and within, that power. When two people are living in a way that allows them to openly, and outwardly, express their true selves, nothing is impossible; all creativity and inner strength will flow uninhibited.

Go forth and sow your uniqueness into the world. Be you. Be true.

Song of the Soul

In the depth of my soul there is
A wordless song - a song that lives
In the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink on
Parchment; it engulfs my affection
In a transparent cloak and flows,
But not upon my lips.

How can I sigh it?
I fear it may mingle with earthly ether;
To whom shall I sing it?
It dwells in the house of my soul,
in fear of harsh ears.


A Tear and a Smile,
Gibran Khalil

I Feel You

I feel you
I know nothing about you
but I feel you
at least I think I feel you....
I feel something that feels very much like the "you" I think you are
but
I want to feel you more
I want to feel you so deeply that it hurts
I want to feel you in every crevice of my body
until the sensation of you becomes so unbearable that I beg you to stop
I want to bleed you
so that you ooze from my pores and run down my face
as tears
I will cry you...when you give me the chance
I will cast away my fears
and let myself flow
into you

Show me

Write some pretty words to me;
Express the music that lies within your soul,
Render me weak from vowels, and hot from consonants,
So I have no choice, but only the loss of self-control.
Melt me, with your gorgeous sentences,
Make me weak, from intelligence, wit and charms…
Show me you can take me,
Let me see with what you’re made,
Until I need to exist, within the safety of your arms…
Exhibit all those strengths so I might see,
That you’ll be more than able…
To Dominate me.