His Arms

A Dominant’s arms are a bulwark against the world. Fortifications against a rising tide of those that would do you harm, that would poke you full of holes, judge you, tear you down. A pair of great gates that are closed against the trials and tribulations of the world, keeping out the unwanted, and providing safe harbor, an environment for you to expose your vulnerabilities and fragility. 


 They’re also the grand arena where the matador fights the bull. Safe from everything else, you’re left alone with the beast, just you and him, dancing a dangerous salsa. You’ve got to roll with the punches, take the blows that he throws at you, because that safety is what you want. 


 Better the devil you know, intimately, the devil you trust, the devil that cares for you, and cares about the other side of you, the side that enjoys getting alone with the beast, than the devils outside. The ocean of malcontent that exists beyond those arms.

-written by by My Trousers Rolled, on tumblr.

A Gift

In the dim, amber glow of the lights, he’d spun her round, placing a kiss to the nape of her neck before whispering in her ear.  “Nothing metal or stone will bind you as my word. Nothing will hold you place steadier than my hand. And nothing will make you feel as secure as my arms. All of that being said, there is no other place in the world for this to go than around such a perfect neck.” 


 Much later, across the room, past the decadent guests at the party, she’d caught his eye and smiled, her fingers ghosting across her collarbone to finger at the thick-laden metal. He tipped his glass up to her, such a cordial offering, and quietly mouthed “Mine."

-Fringe of Darkness on tumblr

Why I love being bitten

Never underestimate biting. 


Ever. 


It’s so primal. Feeling someone sink their teeth into your skin- knowing that they can make it hurt is deliciously scintillating. Never knowing if they’re just going to hold you, lick you, kiss the lightly bitten spot better or if they’re going to clamp down and really let you feel their power, feel their teeth slowly digging into your skin and making you arch to meet them, to try to indicate submission and assent. 


And when it’s all over, when the lust is sated for the moment and you’re left to dream about what will happen next time, looking at those marks- the teeth indentations and discolorations, touching the marks to see if you can feel the ridges or not, seeing if it’s sensitive or tender or if it’s just an ornamental thing. 


But either way it’s there. 


You’re marked. 


And you’ll remember how amazing it was everything you brush it inadvertently or see it in a mirror. 


Never underestimate biting.

Ho Ho Ho

Happy Holidays!

On Taking a girl

On Taking a girl. 


 Everybody loves to talk on tumblr about fucking. Blogs are devoted to fucking, and many feature gynecological close-ups of all sorts of activities. 


 I like to think of it as taking a girl. I don’t need to see color close-ups, although there are several erotic shots in my blog that get very graphic. Instead, I like to see images that depict a Dominant feeding his raw animal hunger by ravishing and savoring a girl properly. 


 Consider this photo. Look at the way she braces herself for his onslaught yet maintains his favorite positions, spreading wide to give him access. Look at the way he takes her by the feet, holding her spread, and using her body for leverage. Imagine the way he would thrust, deep and full, savoring every inch of her (as she does him). 


 I want my girl to always feel taken. And I can tell by her shrieks and moans if I am reaching her - deeply. I can tell by her her undulations and shameless grinding if she is awakened to her own erotic hunger. And I let her feel my hungers unleashed in the way I take her. 


 Come dance with me, girl.

-Author Unknown

Not for you

Those ropes aren’t for you, you kinky tart. 


 They’re not so that you can feel your legs clamp together as the power is slowly taken away from you, each knot another nail in the coffin of your freedom, battening down the hatches so that nothing gets out. 


 They’re not so that you moan and whine, beg and plead, so that you can just get what you want. You don’t want that. I know you. The last thing on earth you want is what you want. You’re a ridiculous, perverted little paradox. 


 No, the ropes are so you don’t get in my fucking way when I’m doing all the depraved things my mind has spent the last 24 hours thinking up. 


They’re so you don’t leave those grooves down my back where your nails trace lines when your silly little head can’t think of anything but the word ‘Fuck’ in sixty foot high neon letters. 


 They’re so you can’t cover anything up, because despite how adorable it is, and how much it shows me that there’s still a shred of decency within you that feels shame and embarrassment at dignity being stripped away, they’re only going to get in my way. 


 Your hands are just one more little speedbump on the way to completely having my way with you, and I’d rather have a smooth ride.

-written by by My Trousers Rolled, on tumblr.

29 Days

It has been 29 days since my Mom went Home.


A month without her, already... a whole month???  


I can still smell her perfume when I am walking through the house...  my fingers still dial her number on the way home from work and wonder why she isn't answering...  I didn't think I would make it through this loss...  It feels like it was yesterday, the fog is smothering at times... 


And as day 29 creeps along, I pray that I fall asleep early tonight and am not left looking at the clock at 11.20p... because I'm afraid my heart will break all over again. 

Thoughts... A Little Random

I've been thinking a lot lately about what I need in all areas of my life. It has been a time of reawakening, for lack of a better phrasing. Like a flower needs the sun, I desire a constant stable source in my own life. Someone to return Himself to me as I give myself to Him... 

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.

Over the last two years I have experienced some major life changers. The events have spurred me to reconsider a lot of things, my desires, my needs, and even my dislikes.  For example...  I do not want to be a supplemental part to someone else's primary relationship. I am not happy within that setting and I have grown to the point of being able to admit that I want my own Master. I don't mind sharing Him with family, kids, His job, but I want to be His all of the time, not just when His marriage needs "a kick".

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.

Undisclosed Desires

 

Undisclosed Desires

Sung by Muse

I know you've suffered

But I don't want you to hide

It's cold and loveless

I won't let you be denied

Soothing

I'll make you feel pure

Trust me

You can be sure

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask

I want to exorcise the demons from your past

I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

You trick your lovers

That you're wicked and divine

You may be a sinner

But your innocence is mine

Please me

Show me how it's done

Tease me

You are the one

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask

I want to exorcise the demons from your past

I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

Please me

Show me how it's done

Trust me

You are the one

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask

I want to exorcise the demons from your past

I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

Thinking of her

I think that the nights are the hardest... It's not that I miss her more at night, maybe it is where there is less to try and distract me?  I'm still not sleeping... my mind goes to those nights we stayed up late, laughing to The Nanny... I can't even find those shows on basic cable anymore!  At least after Dad passed, I could still watch shows we watched together - but Mom's shows do not come on the Hallmark channel at night anymore.


I feel a little more peace tonight than I have felt in a long time... maybe the shock is wearing off a bit?  Maybe I've just gone completely numb to it all... maybe its the meds I'm taking for this flare-up finally mixing in a good way with the meds I've been taking to keep me from completely breaking down emotionally and mentally?  


Here are a few of Mom's favorite moments from The Nanny... she used to tell me to make sure and wake her up when the episodes got to some of these parts..