My desires, My lover

 How can I explain to you the desire that lurks in the depth of my being? You say you understand my needs yet I still find myself feeling “in need”. I know it sounds silly, I should have everything I need, what we have is above and beyond what anyone could ask for.. but I’m different, I’m missing something. I need POWER… not power of my own, but to feel yours, CONSTANTLY reigning over me. Your rule & authority in my head, causing me to be mindful of all my actions. I love the softness you embrace me with, but sometimes all of the softness becomes too much. I want to feel you as God intended for man to be. A ruler. In your most primal state, strong (in many aspects), ruling over a woman so that she may feel like the delicate beauty she was made to be. I want all of your desires to be stated out loud, just as a king would ask his servants for whatever he wished, no matter how small or silly they may be. I want your desires to become my objectives. I want to praise you, like a god of my own; But I can’t without feeling your power, the “manliness” in your core. Show me… I want to feel weak next to you. Be demanding, tell me what to do, tell me how to dress for you, how to act. If you don’t like something, forbid me from doing or saying it, punish me when I disobey or forget. Be soft on occasion, rule me often.. You don’t have to be afraid or feel guilty, this is what I want, and I want it because I love you and I know you love me in return, with more love than I could ever need.

A Vision of Her Master

He is the epitome of supremacy.

His every motion flows with confidence.

His presence makes my knees weak, makes me melt into a puddle of delicacy.

His riveting eyes stare deep into my soul.

They search my mind, finding all of my secrets and I involuntarily pour them out to Him.

He erases the hesitations that possess me, calms the fear that inhabits me.

Although I have no alternatives, I could never find the power to say no.

I find that the only words that can escape my lips are “yes Sir”.

I love the way His hands slowly caress my face.

The way they start searching my body, finding the sweet spot on my neck and suddenly gripping tight.

It makes my heart race like a hummingbird’s wings.

I love to watch Him, to listen to Him speak about the things He loves.

The passion runs deep within His bones and I can’t help but smile as I feel His alluring energy drawing me in closer.

I admire Him.

With each day that passes I gain a stronger appreciation for my Master.

He is knowledgeable, eccentric, passionate, caring, appetizing, strong (mentally and physically), handsome, PERFECT.

I acquiescently give up my will for servitude.

My sole purpose is to please Him.

I am grateful for the opportunity He has given me and I am forever in debt to Him for accepting me as His.

An Unmistakable Desire

There’s a vast selection of choices, yet I’m magnetized to one.

Lying in a mound of confusion, enveloped by the melodic notes of 88 keys, I begin to lose myself in thoughts.

The craving is taking over, filling my body with its fire.

How can one not be drawn to such an exceptional, profound living soul?

The barricade is high but I can see the sun beaming through the cracks. I long to cross to the other side.

My heart is entrapped by an unmistakable desire.

I will not feel appeased until my role is fulfilled.

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Thoughts

There is an agitative tension building up inside of me. My nerves unhinged, my heartbeat rapid. I can’t seem to pull my mind away from thoughts of him. His voice lingers in my ears long after he’s gone. Whispering desires that flow like blood through my veins. The cravings grow strong, like a wild animal that has gone days without prey. Every time he is near my body reaches out for him,begging for his touch, longing for his hands to wander like they do. I can’t help the overwhelming urge I have to please him and fulfill his every need, to be under his control, his possession. My body is a temple, i entrust it to you. My soul, your prisoner. Ask of me and I shall do.

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