The Pain

I knew it was going to hurt. I knew he would leave me marked. I craved to feel his hot breath close to my neck. I melted the moment he whispered in my ear, "You're mine always and forever angel." I am certain that if I were allowed I would have orgasmed at this alone.
It began, a slow yet methodical pitter patter on my backside with the leather strap. The music in the background playing just the right tune to lull me into the world of subspace. Master's incredible skill to know just what I have been silently asking for over this last week. I hate the thought of not seeing Master at least once a week. But knowing the seperation would bring us closer together does seem to ease my mind.
Then the sting came, my world changed. I went from that warm cozy feeling of just being with Master into total sub mode for him. Today he had a need, a need to use me and a need to make me realize that no matter who or what tries to come between us, that I in fact do and always will belong to him. Oh how this hurt. I wanted to cry out yet knowing that I needed to have this pain as much as Master needed to deliver it to my body left me just craving more. Harder the stings came on parts of my body that were unwelted. The music stronger Masters rythem in perfect tune to the music. My body his playground. His body pressing against my hot welted skin, his rock hard manhood seeming to want to find its place deep inside me yet he was not ready for his release just yet. He forced me to suck his manhood hard and fast and if not going fast enough he grabbed my long curly locks and forced me onto him exactly the way he needed to use me. His words so commanding. His strength felt with each sting of the cane. His body needing this abuse as well. I gripped hard into his thighs as I sucked him as hard, deep, and fast as he commanded. Not stopping regardless of gagging, regardless of any pain I was still feeling as his other hand had not stopped caneing my back. My orgasms one after another as this is going on, my sweet nectar pouring down my legs, soaking the kneeling pad below me. Master seeing this as he is towered over me. He knew that is the release I needed. He took me hard and fast my body his paradise for pain and pleasure. He slowed his rythem and lifted me up to the bed. Ahhh the music at a slower pace now.
Will Master make sweet love to me now? Will my body have a break? No, he threw me face down onto the bed and fucked my ass just as hard as he could. No slow entry, no soft love making. Just plain hard fucking. But you know what? I fucked him back as hard as I could. I begged him to go deeper and harder and not stop. I did not want slow and easy at this point. I wanted to be used as he needed.
Finally He stopped. He fell over my body and just held me. He kept whispering "Shhh, it's okay." He stroked my hair and ran his fingers along my sides as he laid on top of my body. He then scooted me up to the bed spread my legs and entered my sweet wet mound. He found me tight as could be and only needed to thrust a few times to find his release. The way my walls felt around his hardness taking him in with just the right amount of tightness sent him into one of the most powerful orgasms I have felt in years with Master.
Master collapsed. I couldn't move for what seemed like hours, yet it was only moments later that I was doing exactly what I needed to do.
Lotion in hand Masters body got his usual massage to work out the kinks of the morning of hard work on my body.
Thank you Master for always knowing.

Belonging to You

WoW! 3 yrs. I can hardly believe that we are going strong. I am amazed at the strength you give me. You inspire me to be the best person that I can be. You have taught me how to serve you, how to please you, and most of all how to make you happy. I could ask for nothing more to make me happy.

I thank you for allowing me to wear your markings.

• Your initials M.J. so that I know that you are not just my Dominant but my Master.
• The bamboo canes to remind me of a couple of things. First, to remind me that your strength is with me always. The canes that sting yet allow me to find that place so deep and full of meaning that creates peace and happiness. Secondly, of the ancient history that it represents. As I found in my readings (you know how I love to find the spiritual meaning in things that are important symbols in my life) the bamboo plant represents the strength and integrity in a person. Unbreakable yet flexible. You have taught me to be strong. I look back over the past and I realize just how much you have molded me into who I am today. You inspire me to succeed, you push me to keep my integrity in tact yet not be taken advantage of by anyone.
• The BDSM triskele which represents all that comprises the life I choose to live. The triskele itself representing safe sane and consentual living. It is uniform and solid to represent balance.
• Finally the number 741559, to remind me who I belong to and to show my respect for you. I wanted this to be part of my marking because that day in December 2003 that You chose me to belong to you has changed my life forever.

You once told me, that you chose me over anyone else in this world to maintain the trust and respect that you need in your life. You gave your heart to me and told me what that meant to you. I am the one you chose, not anyone else. So powerful in nature yet the kindest most honorable man I have ever met. Words alone can not describe the things that are in my own heart.
Master, thank you for all that you are in my life.

Serenity

Another great shot at DeLeon Springs taken by me the wonderful. Damn I am quite good if I do say so myself.

Butterflies

Today I went to DeLeon Springs and captured this awesome picture of a butterfly. Ahh what a great morning it was.

Ownership

2 yrs ago you gave me your collar.
2 yrs ago you committed yourself to me.
It has been the best 2 yrs of my life.
You never cease to amaze me with your caringness.
You are my motivator, my friend, my lover, and above all else my Master.
What was once casual turned to committment.
I have learned so much about myself over the last 2 yrs.
Without you in my life, I am not sure that I would be as happy as I am.

My submissiveness, my life, my love belong to you Master.
Thank you for being in my life.
Thank you for this collar I wear proudly.

Always yours

My life... My Master

My Life.. My Master


The tenderness of leather upon my skin
The bounds of my collar belong to you
Total and complete surrender
I give myself to you

Cries of bitter-sweet agony
Tests of time and will Prove my worth to complete your soul
Power struggled to earn your trust
Passion growing with each waking moment

Walking behind you along the path
Going where you lead
Reaching towards the edge

Your guidance stretching my limits
Molding me, guiding me, trusting me, Never permitting me to fall
The edge is never near
As I am safe in your hands.

Always yours

Scatter Brained

Perception is flawed.
Reality is a bundle of neurons.
Life is not what we think it is, but far more.
We Just Can't See It.
I (and by extension, you) can only effect that which I can touch.
Love is better than hate,
Truth should be sacred, regardless of the pain.
No one ever does anything they don't choose to.
You can't give anyone anything they are unable to grasp.

All that exists for you to experience is Choice and Chance.
Your choices are your only vices.
Chance is best endured by making good use of your vices.

Many might avoid Real Pain all together
trading the dread and fear of the Potentials
for the insular smugness of non-involvement.

Slyly smiling at their "WisDUM" in choice
whispering to themselves at how little harm comes to them.

Happy in their desperate isolation
Free from Agony... and Comfort

Untouched and smooth; without scars.

I've seen them everywhere; this plastic safety clearly evident in their eyes
Never drinking a full cup of life
never realizing the price of joy is participation of depth.

I, Myself, (as few can attest) would gulp it down in draughts.
Give Me Pain. Give Me Joy... Give Me Life... Give Me Sorrow.
I want it all... and though I may gnash at the nicks and blood
that My fulfilled request creates,

I will suffer through the pain and sorrow...

Because I know that I have lived full.

You can never explain ... depth to the shallow.
You can not, by sheer will and intimidation, create harmony.
You can never inculcate love...

All you can do is be the largest being you can fathom...
Loving, Giving, Doing and Being with every fiber you possess.

No one truly controls another, and few control themselves...
(No one ever chooses to do anything they do not want to)

The best anyone can do is be true and walk tall,
And if someone follows, whispers their joys in your ears
Then both are elevated and life can be sweeter.