Mr. Nice Guy?!

Look, if you want to torture me, spank me,
lick me, do it! But if this [sappy] shit continues
just shoot me now please.
~ Lori Petty

I don’t want a nice guy! Those guys are wimps who bow down to their women. They treat women like goddesses, placing her so high on a pedestal that she can do no wrong. Changing every single thing about them that may displease her, yet not requiring her devotion in return.

Yes, I want a Man who is polite, respectful, honest, honorable, and kind. However, I don't want to be able to pull the 'wool' over His eyes.

I don’t want him to take care of me because I am superior, I want Him to take care of me because I am HIS. His property. His treasure. His pet. His bitch. His slut. His. I want him to push me to become better, become more, grow to be more pleasing to Him in all ways. I don’t want to become stagnate because He “loves me as I am”. I need Him to make demands on me, test my boundaries and require me to blossom under His attention!

I want someone whose stare gives me goosebumps. I want my heart to race at the touch of his fingers curling into my hair. I want his use of me to be rough, complete, and at His whim. I want someone strong enough to make me cry, because He burns with the knowledge and desire to push past the tears, one step further, for both of us. Not because he is mean or demeaning to me, but because I want him to value my intelligence so much that he expects me to learn quickly because he knows I can.

Call him an asshole if you want, but I will call him Master.

You are a ragdoll.

You are a ragdoll.

She nodded mentally. Her legs wide apart while he continued to play. His fingers continued.. gently flicking over her clit.

She knew that He had seen her obedience in her eyes. No tension in her legs as she lay. None at all. And she was not to strain a single muscle. Her disobedience would displease Him.

She was His object. His ragdoll. And He needed to play with His possession. His need was so great, it was consuming Him. The monster unleashed, and she would be His prey. Resistance would be punished. Any kind of tension, or resistance to the feeling... was not allowed and she knew it.

She only lay... He kept softly kept massaging her. Contracting her pussy from the intensity was ok. It was understandable that she would not be able to help it.

She focused not to tense her legs. Keeping them limp and completely relaxed for Him. Giving in to the feeling... completely. Entirely. She did not want to displease Him. She was completely His. She said it to herself. Repeating it in her mind, over and over. I am His. And anytime she wanted to tense her legs, she reminded herself... Whose she was. And what he wanted of her. And she did not move.

It kept building. The tension, surmounting. She knew that she had contracted intensely several times. His finger slipped inside her gently.

She was asked questions. "Where did you go today? What did you do? What did you feel?"

Each answered honestly, openly and quietly. Her clit being rubbed petted and caressed.

The interrogation continued. More questions.

The calm and softness of His voice was deceptive as he asked about her day. It was unnecessary to roar simply because she was pleasing Him very much, with her complete obedience. He liked the way she was responding. Giving in.

She answered, like a slave.

Completely His.

Her legs were widened. She did not resist. Her clit was swollen and open completely for His play.

It did not matter.

He kept playing with her.

She kept herself relaxed.

He rubbed it. Touched it. Teased it. "You are to cum, when you feel the need," He finally informed her softly.

"I FEEL IT!! NOW!!!!!"

She screamed as she shook, coming for Him.

Long.. endless... complete... guttural screams.

She had pleased Him very much. He liked the way her legs had sprung to life and clenched Him. The way her nails had dug into His skin. He liked the way she had orgasmed intensely.

He was satisfied.

Everything... was His.

Written by SoulSlave.

Chains on your heart

When you discover that the chains on your heart
are even stronger than the chains on your wrists,

and find your love for Him shines through in all you do...

then you find the absolute rapture of knowing He possesses you...

body and soul.

A smile. A smirk. Being drawn close to Him. "Well done, girl". Knowing that He has had me on His mind. The heart racing with thoughts of being allowed to converse with Him. The way that His words can take my breath away. Thoughts of His touch. Fantasies of His grasp on my body. These are the many many ways that One would show me that He not only wants me as His, desires me as His, but needs me as His. To know without a shadow of a doubt, that He burns for that as strongly as I ache to be His, would be a powerful combination. Offering my body, heart, soul, and mind up for His pleasure, amusement, whim, or caress. Not that I would want to bring Him discomfort, but to know that He craves my surrender as much as I hunger for His control... only makes me wish for His presence more.

If He were a Poet, I would long to be His muse...

Eragon

The movie Eragon is about a young farm boy who finds a dragon's egg. After bringing the egg back to his farm, it hatches to introduce Eragon to Saphira. Saphira explains that it means they are connected on an intense level, he is her Rider and she is His dragon. Another character explains to Eragon that the dragon selects the Rider, and when she/he senses He is near the egg will hatch. In the movie, as the relationship grew between Eragon and Saphira, her adoration fueled His magic, both to protect her and heal her. One of my favorite parts is where Eragon was able to actually see through her eyes, her perspectives, so that He may better defend them both!

I have seen this movie twice. Each time, at the end of the film I find myself wondering if this could be how it works in a true Master/slave relationship. Do those parts of ourselves lie in wait for the right one to come alone, stimulating that growth that forces us past that protective shell so that we may be of service. Truly at service, for His whim, His needs.

Dentist

I hate going to the dentist. My teeth are sensitive, so even the cleaning was painful. Oh and those horrible sounds of the pick scratching against my teeth! In an attempt to take my mind off of the nails-on-a-chalkboard experience, I began thinking of how a Master puts a slave through a similar cleaning from time to time. However, this doesn’t give just anyone the right to come and pick at my nerves in the name of mastery. If this makes any sense at all?

Perhaps I have blogged a bit too soon.

Myth of "Complete Honesty"

Everyone states they desire complete honesty, full disclosure, and no secrets. A total sharing of thoughts, needs, desires, feelings, and kinks; but does that include the negativity that, as humans, we all have from time to time? Is the One who demands "complete honesty" ready for the hurt, anger, doubts, and confusion that goes hand in hand with the positive aspects?

For a relationship as intimate and intense as extreme power exchange, honesty is mandatory. Otherwise, both people are playing a game. However, it takes time to develop the strength and trust in one another, with one another, before complete honesty can be revealed. How else can she learn to please Him if he is not honest about what DOES please Him? How else can he control her if she doesn’t open up entirely?

When the Master tells the slave to set up a place to be open about her thoughts ~ both good and bad using "complete honesty" ~ then He cannot hold her entries against her. However, whether they should be published so that the public can read them is up to Him. Some people use blogging or journaling as a place to express those thoughts, positive and negative, in a way that will not be held against the author later on. However, some see this as a form of written service which should reflect solely on the Owner of the writer, almost like a way to pay verbal homage to the Master. If this is the case, does this mean that He does not desire "complete honesty"? I would hope, in this case, that another method is in place to allow the slave to communicate all she needs too in a safe way, without fear of retaliation or punishment.

Take power exchange out of the scenario, as humans, can we handle complete honesty? Or must we always keep in mind the power of our words, their effects on others, and the consequences they can bring? Or does it become a form of manipulation?

Is complete honesty one sided? The Master may dictate His completely honest thoughts about the slave to the slave and she, in turn, must respond with her honest thoughts about herself... but never voice those of Him? If he is acting as a spoiled child and pitching a tantrum, is she not allowed to say such? Or is the fact that she even thinks that mean she is really not a slave but a discontented brat? I refuse to think that my entire need to serve and surrender to another can be canceled out because I question those who cannot control themselves. Anyone can control someone who is totally obedient, but how can he take control of another if he cannot control his own emotions? Or is that a question that requires too much honesty? Am I truly a selfish spoiled brat who wants to be coddled instead of dominated? Or do I just long for Someone who can not only stand toe-to-toe with me, but master me?

And who do we owe the truth to? For example, someone I consider a friend wrote about me in her journal. I fell asleep while on the phone with her Master and because of that, not only did I owe him an extreme apology but was a selfish lazy insincere bitch who used the words “relocatable slave” to get attention from dominant men, like some form of predator. Yes, falling asleep while talking to Him on the phone was a horribly rude thing to do. But when looking at the “complete truth” of it, I had already told him I had just came off an exhausting sixteen-hour shift, was beyond tired, and admitted that His voice relaxed me totally. It was also an hours worth of a one-sided conversation about how “disrespectful and horrible” his last ex-slave was, and I wasn’t allowed to say a word during it. Of course I fell asleep! But I apologized as soon as I realized it! However, he had already moved on to something else, a quote I had posted on my CM journal ~ which had nothing to do with him. Then again, I just answered my own question. The funny thing is that I had already told pixie that I had a ‘bad feeling’ because of how completely faultless he was for the last slave being released. Of course he finds no fault in Himself at all, and as His completely worshipping slave, she finds it in everyone else. It just ouched a little, because I had hoped she knew me better than that. Anyway, I wish her and Him the best of luck in the future.

He-man woman haters?

In search of One who longs to truly own a slave girl. A Man who doesn't hate women; in fact He loves them, which explains His need to possess one so thoroughly.

It is my humble opinion, that based on my experience in this "area" that the majority of "dominant men" I have met are either recovering from a controlling ex-wife or have strong feelings of dislike for their mothers. So the desire to control another is based in how they have been treated by women during their journeys. While I can understand that to an extent, unfortunately it doesn’t work for me. I have an intense need to surrender to a Man, bask in His control and focus on pleasing Him. It is part of who I am and a natural part of my heart, not because of how I was treated by the various men in my life. It is a primal instinct in me, so I need a Man who has an instinct to control, protect, guide, and master. If that makes sense?

If I may be totally blunt, I also grow tired of hearing guys complain of the ex-wife and how controlling she was and "now its different, His way or the highway". Because to this girl, he isn’t in control –the ex-wife still is! Not only is she in control of him but any relationships he comes into. I don’t want to submit to a woman, especially not through the One i call Master. Not to ramble on, but if the only reason he wants to "own a girl" is because he needs to prove he is control, then he doesn’t have a clue what a girl needs in that Ownership. If that makes sense? Its really difficult to explain what I need in power exchange when the other person is focused on proving something to someone from the past.

I hope that doesn’t sound condescending, but it is my honest opinion. Then again, maybe I’m the only one who has these experiences with "dominant men" along the way.