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The Meeting

In my surrender
strength is found.
Softness has a hidden power
that lights up in surrender.

Demanded obeisance is met
with melted resistance
and fires smolder and spark.
Ferocious beast meets gentle dove.

The meeting brings one into grace
and the other into strength.

Finally,
strength and surrender
have met their match.

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Safe Space

On Tumblr, @instructor144 said: An important thing that the young/new Doms don’t get. D/s is not something that a Dom “does to” his sub. It’s something she “does to” HERSELF. She is not dictated to; she is simply wrapped in a cocoon of safety in which she can exercise her volition to embrace what she WANTS to do and WANTS to be. No mean feat, constructing that safe space in which the sub can, paradoxically, feel “free.”

My thoughts : So perfectly stated. When I feel safe as a submissive, I also feel safer to explore kinks I’ve said ‘no’ to before. When You make me feel safe, I can trust You to manage how I experience Your kinks … and maybe they will become my kinks, too. I can devote obedience to You with the deepest respect, not pandering cowardice or fear, or worse, needy insecurity. I can trust You to hear me, see me, and still be fully in control because mastery and control are who You are. I surrender my fear and step into Your space freely even if I shake with anxiety because I trust You to be in charge of keeping the safe space.

Edging Experiment – Want to Dom Me Through It?

This is a small departure from the erotic writings of haiku and poems. But not a departure from the erotic.

I enjoy Tumblr from time to time and have (another) anonymous blog there with mostly images of things I find erotic and sexually luscious to look at.

In scrolling through my Tumblr feed a few days ago, I ran across a blog about female orgasm denial. Huge fantasy of mine that was allowed briefly a number of years ago. I had a princely Dom play partner who loved to torment me with orgasm denial as punishment. Being an excessively orgasmic woman, orgasm denial became a delicious torture. It was an amazing D/s relationship. He taught me a great deal, as well as being the catalyst for much healing.

To the point of this post.

I have entered into a 30-day orgasm denial process at female-orgasm-denial.tumblr.com (#juNo30days). Today is day 4 and today I also started a private online journal to write about the 30 days on this journey.

As I’ve become very adept at hands-free orgasms and energetic orgasms, this orgasm denial will be a feat of epic self-control and awareness!

What I’m looking for is a few Dominant men, (but a Dom female would be a fun adventure, too) who will be given access to my edging / orgasm denial journal. I am requesting you assign me tasks, if you wish, that increase the challenge of me edging (no orgasms allowed) for the remaining days of the challenge. The rules of the challenge I’ve agreed to are here. Suggested punishments for cumming (accidentally!) are here. I will be honest in my naughty private journal and will confess if I orgasm while edging or if I have any ruined orgasms while edging. (It is truly amazing that I have made it 4 whole days. FOUR DAYS!)

I have a life which includes work and client hours 5 days a week, so be mindful of that, please, if you wish to assign me tasks. I’m already edging 3 x a day as agreed upon with the challenge. Would you like to add to the mix? Make me edge more? (Ok, I’m not giving you any more ideas I may have to live with.)

What’s in it for you? You will have voyeuristic access to my private thoughts and experiences edging. I promise it will be honest and candid. I’ve been trying to think of something else to offer you in exchange for your valuable time and Dominant goodness and am (uncharacteristically) not having an inspired idea at the moment. Perhaps your voyeuristic viewing of my journal and the ability to enhance my edging with consequences if I orgasm is enough? Perhaps teasing me with erotic banter and maybe provocative images will delight you enough? Or make a suggestion.

Of course, journal entries will include reports on completion of any assigned tasks and what happened while doing tasks.

Please make your interest known in the comment section below, including how to contact you privately with my URL for my Tumblr edging / orgasm denial blog. If we have previously corresponded privately, you are also welcome to email me directly about your desire to Dom me during the edging challenge.

Please don’t leave me hanging! Or should I say please please please don’t leave me edging all on my own?! Respond, please. Yes, I’m begging. It only seems appropriate.

COCK WORSHIP

I wrote this some time ago but chose to not publish it. Somehow it feels like a sacred sexual offering and I wish it to be received as such. That desire and understanding came to focus as I re-read it this evening. Perhaps men, those of you in need of sexual healing, will feel these words wash through you and sense the healing flow move through you?

I am a submissive woman and I am a powerful healer. At times, these two aspects of me merge and my gifts are surrendered together in the deepest of humility with extraordinary power.

Your cock.

Breathing on it. Hot, slow breaths.

Gentle licks and nibbles on the perineum. Tongue tip circling your anus, dipping in now and then, while gently holding the base of your cock and slightly squeezing.

Tongue tip circles on your balls.

What gives YOU the most pleasure? Where do you want my attention?

What makes your cock feel worshiped? A long, slow handjob? Attention to your glorious shaft?

Does your cock feel worshiped while slowly fucking my breasts with me gazing up at you?

Does your cock feel worshiped plunging in and out of my cunt?

Does your cock feel worshiped buried in my tight ass?

I wish to serve you, serve your cock, in worshipful presence and respect.

If fucking my ass makes your cock feel worshiped, I will take the pain gladly. For hours.

And hours.

Slow, deep strokes.

Or pounding, angry thrusts.

Want to rid yourself of the angst of disappointment? Furious and need an outlet, a release for all that angst?

Pound me, angry fuck me. Until your anger melts.

Then I will hold you, kiss your brow, stroke your cheek, and look deeply into your eyes with unwavering love and respect.

Want your cock touched with worshipful, present strokes while my eyes pay homage to you, your person, your heart?

Or maybe the worship you desire is slapping my face with your cock? Me, kneeling between your legs and your hard cock slapping my forehead, cheeks and lips with your angry, hard cock!

Even now, my cunt clenches in anticipation of worshipping your cock, giving you the release and pleasure and power expression you deserve. Serving you is its own reward.

Anais Nin Lifts Me Once Again

It has been a season of quiet for me, in writing and in real life. Other than work with my dear clients and experimenting with watercolors again, life is purposely quiet. Oh, and of course I’ve continued work-related activities to expand my financial horizons. An orgasmic goddess must eat after all. And I’m burning to travel which means the coffers must increase.

My soul needs this sabbatical of spacious personal awareness. My soul is adjusting, healing, transmuting and becoming more in alignment with my entire being. Sabbaticals are full of restorative magic.

Whilst pondering many things, I’ve wondered how to express my submissive self. My inner core increases in strength and I’ve wondered if I were actually a sub anymore? Or maybe that I didn’t ‘need’ it anymore? But that doesn’t feel right. I still crave the delicious allure of a Dominant man and the safe harbor offered my submissive heart. I love serving, pleasing, and bringing pleasure to a Dom. I love watching his Dominance flourish and expand his heart, mind, soul and entire being.

But I’m growing in STRENGTH and VOICE and sheer FORCE of NATURE and CREATIVE JUICINESS. Thus my doubts, ponderings upon whether or not I’d entered the zone of ‘too much’ for any Dominant man to want to engage with me.

My ponderings led me back to Anais Nin. Ah, the soul-soothing words of a fellow Dominance-desiring woman. How could I doubt my true nature?

I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.
–Anais Nin