Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Do you really think you can handle Me?
Can you submit? Fully? Without reservation?
Entrusting your care to Someone else?
How can you want The Collar, yet fear The Hand?
Desire the Fire, yet fear The Brand?
How can I possibly make you whole
When I don't have body, mind, and soul?
Would you cross a crowded room... on your knees?
Or debate the point - "Daddy, PLEASE?!?!?!?!"
I take My time when subs I choose
And I KNOW what I ask... I've worn those shoes!
I have shouldered the mantle, felt the wand,
Been pushed to My limits, and TRAINED beyond.
I've worried your worries, had your concerns
But I cannot teach when lessons are spurned
Consensual, safe, and sane
Second nature - name vs. Name
Trust and Comfort. Recitations.
Living within Daddy's limitations.
Stilled by a word, enraptured by a caress
Never giving less than your best
slut, strumpet, harlot, whore...
All these you'd be for Me - and more
At My feet would be your place
Whether or not it suited your taste
The same when in My presence as you are when not
Humbly accepting Discipline, even when your temper's running hot
A compliment to Daddy's Reign, 24/7/365
All of this... REQUIRED. imposters need NOT apply.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Letting loose all My frustration, My confusion, My rage
Doing vocally what I am unable to do physically
Aural catharsis, emptying Myself of all emotion
I would rather be empty than feel like this
Rather feel nothing than feel this serpent coiling through My middle
Waiting to strike out at the nearest available target
Attacking without sentient thought, momentarily without regret
If only to give relief to the barely controlled violent beast
I am My Daemon’s keeper, he is not Mine
I am more than the sum of My parts
But some of My parts are stronger than others
I am not him, he is NOT Me
Though W/we are the same.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Marked Internally Never Ephemerally.
If it isn’t going to be permanent, then why bother to mark in the first place?
I don’t expend so great an amount of energy on something of little worth.
So when you are claimed, spoiled, and ruined for any other man…
Know that I do it because you are worth it.
“Beauty is in the eye of the leash-holder”
And Daddy’s grip is iron.
External markings are merely warnings, for the benefit of others,
“Keep away – high voltage love”
T/those who chose to ignore suffer for T/their misstep
Whether I am in attendance or not.
Ownership of the heart is for your benefit.
So I say to you, from My heart…
You are M.I.N.E.
Damned construction! Everywhere I go, there is construction.
Dust in the air, bringing tears to My eyes…
Everyone asking, “what’s wrong?” “are You ok?”
“Yeah, yeah… I’m fine. Just all this Damned Construction!”
Making Me choked up, making it hard for Me to speak…
Every block… Construction.
Even now, looking at these pics of you, Me, and U/us…
Monday, September 14, 2009
I feel My phone start to vibrate on My hip. I check the screen and see that it's a message from you… click "open" and read, "just for you, Daddy!" I scroll down and see the pic you sent – you, at work as well, dressed conservatively in your button down blouse, the top two buttons undone, hinting at your ample cleavage, but showcasing the hand tooled leather collar I gave you. The knowledge that you are so very proud of being Mine brings a familiar stirring to My groin… The rest of the meeting is a blur.
I pull into the driveway at about 6:00… I park and walk up to the door, not bothering to put the key in the lock, knowing you unlocked it for Me when you saw Me pull up. you are just inside the door, waiting with My drink, Grey Goose and cranberry. I take the drink from you and watch you reach for a Newport and stick it between your lush pink lips. I take a sip as you flick the lighter, My eyes never leaving your mouth as you light the cigarette and exhale, placing the cigarette in My mouth… "Thank you, little one…"
I walk past you, heading upstairs towards the bedroom, ready to shed My suit and tie, along with the stress of the day. You enter the bedroom right behind Me and stand next to the bed, waiting eagerly for My instruction. As I begin to loosen My tie, you reach out, eager to aid Me. I raise My hand, stilling you mid-reach. "No, little one. I've got this. Please go and ready the shower for Me." I finish undressing as you go into the bathroom and turn on the water…
As I finish pulling off My clothes, I hear the shower begin to run. I open the door to the bathroom to see you standing there, waiting patiently for Me. I nod, acknowledging you and silently thanking you. As I step into the shower and let the hot water start to pour over Me, you begin to disrobe, intending to join Me so that you can bathe Me. Again, I still you. "No, little one… Just let Me enjoy the shower."
"Daddy?" That one word asks the question you dare not voice.
"Did I not tell you that W/we would do something different tonight? Something special?"
"Yes, You did, Daddy… But… W/we always shower together, and I always bathe you."
"Understood. But I have different plans for you tonight."
I finish showering and step out of the shower, reaching for a towel. As soon as I dry off, I begin to draw bathwater…
you step into the bath, slowly sinking into the warm, lilac-scented water. I wrap the towel around My waist, grab the loofah and bend down beside the tub. I can see the confusion in your eyes as you try to figure out why I planned such a deviation from our normal routine… Is Daddy upset? Did i so something wrong? Why was i not allowed to at least shower with Daddy? I start to slowly lather you up, taking My time, caressing you as I go along to assure you that I am not displeased. Eventually, you begin to relax and enjoy the feel of My hands on you… After I am done, you step out of the water and I wrap you up in a towel and begin to dry you off… I lead you back into the bedroom, and grab your bottle of Jergen's lotion.
I begin at your neck, slowly, carefully lotioning you from top to bottom, taking care to not touch the small patch of fuzz between your thighs. You want to squirm, but you know better than to do anything that may distract Me. After you are lotioned down, I go back into the bathroom, and you can hear water running in the sink…
After two minutes, I return to the bedroom with a basin, a washcloth and a small black case. I kneel down at the foot of the bed, between your legs.
"and comfort, Daddy. Trust and comfort are everything. I trust You, and am comfortable within Your care."
I put the washcloth in the basin, and place the warm cloth right below the small dragon tattoo under your navel – proof that you are Mine. While the warmth starts to seep into your body, I open the case, revealing a barber's razor, and a small jar of shave cream. When the light catches the edge of the single blade, your eyes open wide in surprise.
"and comfort, Daddy. Trust and comfort are everything. I trust You, and am comfortable within Your care."
"Trust and comfort are everything. I trust You, and am comfortable within Your care."
"Trust and comfort are everything. I trust You, and am comfortable within Your care. Trust and comfort are everything. I trust You, and am comfortable within Your care. Trust and comfort are everything. I trust You, and am comfortable within Your care."
The familiar recitation – and the truth of it – quickly help to calm your nervousness.
I mix a small amount of shaving cream and remove the washcloth, applying a thin layer to you. I take My time, carefully removing all of your nether hair… When I am done, I re-wet the washcloth and gently wipe away the last remnants of the shaving cream from your skin. I trace the lines of your freshly bared folds with My finger, teasing the newly sensitized skin. After a few moments, I take two fingers and spread you open, exposing the swollen head of your clitoris. I lean forward and place a kiss on it. Then another, and another… A quick lick causes you to jump involuntarily.
I do not respond, simply continuing to please you orally… As soon as I taste the first sweet drops of your pleasure, I back up. you look down at Me, breathlessly.
"Please, Daddy… Can I come? Can I quench your thirst with My body?"
"No. Not yet."
"May I ask, 'why'?"
"Because that is not what I want right now… I have other plans for you."
I go into the closet and come out with one of My favorite outfits for you, a black pencil skirt with the high slit in the back, and a royal purple blouse with a plunging neckline. I go over to the dresser and pull out your blood red front-clasp bra, matching crotchless panties, and garter. I lay the clothes on the bed, and go back into the closet… This time I exit with a pair of black pinstriped slacks and a poet shirt.
"Are W/we going to go out, Daddy?"
"Does it matter, little one?"
"No, Daddy. I was just curious."
You reach across the bed to gather your clothes…
*SMACK* Open-handed on your bare backside.
"Thank you, Daddy… May i have another?" you assume punishment position on the bed. Down on all fours, head lowered, butt in the air, legs spread slightly.
I reach down and insert a finger inside you, verifying what I already know – that you are wet and ready for Me.
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
"Thank you, Daddy…"
"Now get dressed. And save your bra for last."
I take the basin and the shaving kit back into the bathroom. When I return, you are adjusting your panties over the sore spot where I just spanked you. I stop, taking the time to enjoy the sight of the red satin against your creamy skin. you stand there, bra in hand, awaiting approval before putting it on. I walk over to you, cupping your breasts. I lift one to My lips and suckle lightly… Grazing it with My teeth… Feeling it pucker up under My tongue. you reach up to run your fingers through My hair… I stop, and hold your nipple lightly in My teeth. you look down and see the disapproval in My eyes. As soon as your hands fall back to your sides, I switch and give your other nipple similar treatment. I relinquish the nipple slowly pulling the nipple as I do so… I glance at the clock… Ten o'clock.
"Finish getting dressed, little one… W/we have a bit of a schedule to keep."
I cross the room and sit in the armchair, watching you get dressed, noticing the evident moisture gathering in-between your legs from the knowledge. After you are fully dressed, I get up and get dressed Myself. Another glance at the clock… It's quarter to eleven.
"Come, little one… W/we have much to do, and little time."
This late at night, there isn't much traffic on the highway. Mostly truckers and out of town drivers. As W/we pull up alongside the driver's side of a semi, I change the disc in the player… Janet Jackson's "Anytime, Anyplace" fills the car. you look over at Me, wondering what s on My mind, catching the smirk on My face. I reach over and grab your breast, playing My thumb across the nipple, while occasionally looking to see the trucker.
I keep adjusting My speed in order to make sure he will have a perfect view… After about a mile or so, he glances over and realizes what I'm doing. Now that I know I have his attention, I open the sun roof to give him a better view. My hand roams down the front of you, slowly crossing your stomach… Going down your thigh to the hem of your skirt… I hook My finger under it and began to slide it up your thighs… The driver slows down, obviously making sure that he doesn't miss a minute of this show…
you lift your hips a bit so that I can get your skirt up around your waist, showing off your underwear to O/our audience. I rub up and down the outsides of your thighs, building anticipation for both you and him. When I start to inch My way up the inside of your thighs, you obediently open for Me, allowing Me better access… Just before I get to your crotch, there's an appreciative blast of an air horn.
"you seem to have made a new friend, little one."
"i noticed, Daddy."
"Does that bother you?"
"A little, Daddy. But I trust you, and am comfortable in your care. I am sure that this is at least part of what you had planned. And I trust that you will make sure that I am safe."
I cover you with My palm, dipping My finger into your warmth. A few up and down strokes elicit a moan from you, and ensure that My finger is coated in your juices. I remove it and show it to the driver, letting him know that he is not the only appreciative one. I motion with My finger towards your mouth, still keeping an eye on O/our friend. He nods vigorously. I take My finger and trace your lips. you open your mouth, eagerly tasting the combination of your juices and My flesh. you are truly losing yourself in the moment, and begin to move your head back and forth, fellating My finger. After the briefest of moments, I return My hand to the panties. I insert not one, but two fingers, slowly sliding them in and out.
"Lean the seat back."
you reach over and hit the electric switch, leaning the seat back as far as it will go – which is all the way back… As I pick up the pace of My fingers, you close your eyes and start to caress your own breasts through your clothes… A sudden flash causes you to open your eyes. Our audience has decided to "record U/us for posterity" with his camera phone! He gives us a thumbs up to let U/us know that he's enjoying the show.
"Yes, little one?"
"It is unfair that I am getting all this attention, and have not earned it… May I?"
I look into your eyes and see your intent.
"Is that what you truly desire?"
you reach over and begin stroking Me through My slacks. Another blast of the horn signals O/our audience's approval. you unzip My slacks and pull My turgid manhood out into the open. Up to the head and down the shaft, up and down you stroke, hoping to give Me at least a fraction of the pleasure you are feeling… Soon, a few drops of pre-cum are on your hand… you bring your hand up to your lips for a quick taste.
The trucker has put away his phone for a moment, and is motioning with his hand, pushing down on an imaginary head. I push the horn to let him know that I understand. I reach behind your headrest and grab a handful of your hair. you arch your neck into My hand as I direct your attention to the trucker's motions. you start to adjust your position so that you can comply with the unspoken request. I give your hair a quick tug and then release you. I adjust My own seat to accommodate you as you kneel in the passenger side seat and bend over into Daddy's lap. your tongue eagerly laps at the leaking head before taking the entire shaft in your mouth. your pace is slow, thinking to not distract Me too much from the road ahead. A few more flashes, he's enjoying the view – but he doesn't realize that there's more to come. I reach over your back and begin to squeeze and caress your exposed buttocks, showing off just how firm they are. A few quick smacks spur you on…
I notice that W/we are quickly coming up on the exit for O/our destination… A caress to the back of your neck stills you, letting Me know that I have your undivided attention. you know better than to stop without being told.
"Say goodbye to the nice trucker, little one. It is time for us to part ways."
You sit back on the passenger side and wave excitedly. The trucker gives U/us a knowing smile and resumes his previous speed, realizing that the show is over.
"How do you feel about Daddy showing you off like that, little one?"
"It was a new experience, Daddy. A few weeks ago, I would have said that I could never do that, but You obviously proved Me wrong. I enjoyed the spontaneity of it, and I always enjoy when you touch Me."
I take the left exit off the highway and enter the ebb and flow of the light street traffic. I can tell that you are perplexed by the unfamiliar location, one of the more affluent areas of town. W/we drive past block after block of perfectly manicured lawns and mini-mansions. you have no idea where W/we are going, or what is on Daddy's mind, but you know that this will definitely be a night to remember.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
I reach down and place My fingers under your chin, lifting your face to look at Me. "Little one? I have one question for you. WHY?"
"I don't know, Daddy," is your mumbled response.
SMACK! My hand leaves a sting on your naked backside. "I asked you a question. I expect to hear an answer."
"I ... I don't know, Daddy." This time, you make sure that I can hear you. I stand, and you assume your place, kneeling at Daddy's side, holding out your leash to Me. I take it in My hand and lead you out of the room and into the garage, affectionately nicknamed the playroom.
I flick on the light switch and let My eyes play over each piece of equipment ... Letting the suspense of the unknown build within you.
Forty lashes over the bench? A session as a plaything for Daddy's friends? It's always hard to tell what Daddy will demand. I finally let My gaze rest on the small padded leather bench in the middle of the room.
I tug on your leash to let you know that I have made My decision. Once we make it to the bench, you crawly onto it, placing your knees in the seat and leaning over the back. I reach down and begin to fasten the shackles to your wrists, the ends of which are permanently attached to the floor. After I ensure that they are secure, but not too tight, I walk around behind you and repeat the process with your ankles. "I don't like to repeat Myself, but I will ask you one more time ... Give you one more chance to avoid this ... WHY?"
You can barely speak through the combination of fear, suspense, and arousal. "I don't know ... I don't know ..." SMACK!
"Do NOT disrespect Me, especially when you are already in trouble!"
The shape of My hand is now clearly visible on your backside. The sting painful, but the lingering tingle of Daddy's touch the only encouragement you need to endure...
I walk across the room, out of sight for you in your current position. you try to remember just what toys and tools are on that side of the room, but your mind is a blank.
you hear Me open one of the storage chests and rattle around for a moment. The next sound you hear is Me walking back over to you. Because you are so familiar with the room, you know that I am right behind you. you hear a soft "click" and a soft hum. Thinking that it's the "rabbit," you begin to squirm, anticipating its frantic buzz upon your clit. you can feel the electric excitement in the air as I pause, making you wait for Me to begin. I lean in close to your ear, and remind you that I do not like squirming.
"Be still, little one. Trust Me, squirming will only make it worse."
The brolic authority in My voice makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end...
And the soft, almost invisible hairs on your back?
CRACKLE! you feel a quick, but definitely new sensation in the middle of your back.
the first thing that comes to mind is a tattoo needle but Daddy isn't a tattooist! you think to yourself, trying to remain still.
I wait, gauging your reaction, your obedience ...
After a minute that seems to stretch on into forever, you realize that the hum is louder than you originally thought.
"Do you accept your punishment, little one? However I see fit for your transgression?"
A whimpered "Yes, Daddy," is your reply. you wonder both what could possibly be causing this sensation and where you'll feel its sting next.
I lean over you and trail My tongue down the back of your arm, leaving the slightest trail of saliva from shoulder, halfway to your elbow. you turn, trying to see...
"KEEP. YOUR. FACE. FORWARD."
you return your view to the swing in front of you. It gives you something to focus on, and is a reminder of happier times with Daddy. you close your eyes and try not to move as I cause that same sensation in your shoulder. The sensation slowly begins to move down your arm. I'm following the same trail I just made with My tongue. I reach the end of the trail and go further – all the way to your elbow. "SPEAK, little one."
"i am being punished by Daddy. i am being punished because Daddy feels I have done wrong. Daddy is my judge, jury, and executioner. Any and all punishment deemed necessary by Him will be endured."
While you are speaking, I began licking your other arm in the same spot "ANY punishment, little one?"
"Yes, Daddy. ANY punishment!"
The "tingling" sensation (as you've come to think of it) starts traveling back up your arm, crosses your shoulder blades, causing you to jump involuntarily before it begins its descent down the other arm. Again, I go down to the elbow.
"Excuse me, Daddy …?"
"Do. you. feel. that. you. have. been. punished. enough. little one?" Each word is punctuated with another smack to your bottom.
"Only if I have endured the punishment you have set out for Me, Daddy."
"Good. Because we are NOT done."
Though you have definitely felt something, it occurs to you that you have not actually FELT this new toy...
As soon as this thought strikes you, you realize that the hum seems to have gotten even louder! It's as if the rabbit were right in your ear, even though I am still standing behind you.
This time, you can actually sense the toy between your shoulder blades mere seconds before the sensation begins again, though this time it is much stronger – strong enough to be painful!
You clench your teeth in an effort to obey Daddy.
I let the sensation linger a bit longer before slowly dragging it up and down your back.
you try your best to not move, knowing that the merest flinch is being observed and will be punished. A sweat breaks out on your forehead from the effort of being still. The pain being lavished upon your back is just more than you thought you could stand to endure quietly. But you know that it is Daddy's way – to push you past your perceived limits...
It seems that as soon as the pain moves away from a spot, it's right back there, intensified
Just when you think you simply cannot take any more ... it stops.
you breathe a sigh of relief just as you feel Daddy's hands in the middle of your back. I run My hands over the same paths I just made, enjoying the sensation of your warm skin. After a few minutes, I walk around and unfasten all the shackles.
"Daddy, may I ask a question?"
"Yes, little one?"
"How did You do that? You barely touched me, if at all. But i FELT You!"
"That, little one, is My newest toy. It will either be your best friend, or your worst enemy, depending on your behavior. THAT... is THE VIOLET WAND."
Sunday, August 30, 2009
“Disciple of Discipline”?
Can Y/you walk the fine line
Between true discipline and crazed carnality?
Do Y/you hear the siren’s song of the strap?
Can Y/you tell the difference between quirt and crop?
By its sting alone?
Have Y/you ever silenced or been silenced with less than
A single word?
(yes, a SINGLE word)
Do Y/you punish for enjoyment?
Or for correction?
Do Y/you enjoy causing tears?
(or do Y/you catch each upon your tongue, empirical empathy?)
Or re-used restraints?
Have Y/you first-hand knowledge of what Y/you ask?
Bore the welts, felt Leather’s lash?
Or the Violet Wand's electric tickle?
Do Y/you understand that
Public chiding need not humiliate
need not subjugate
need not complicate?
Take the time to learn Your craft
Or DO NOT speak on behalf of Me.
For I am
a DEDICATED Disciple of Discipline.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
"You submit because I have earned your trust. Because I have opened my heart and soul to you. Because I have listened to your words with my ears and heart and have learned to anticipate your needs and emotions. And because I have proven worthy in your eyes, you have given me the only true treasure of life; You have given me dominance over you." - Bondagemaster
More than decoration, though most don’t
Most don’t even desire to
you are Mine.
you are Mine because I chose you.
you were chosen because I saw a Desire in you that spoke to Me
I promise to GUIDE you
HELP you to become more “you”
to PROTECT you
CHIDE you when you err
COMFORT you when you are hurt
I shall factor your well-being into My decisions (though I retain final say)
to that end, not just any symbol will do,
No five-dollar flea-market leather
No ordinary, run-of-the-mill fastening
3 rings (mind, body, soul)
My crest shines proudly from its center
(visualization of recitation)
What is given, let no O/one remove… or there will be
Hell to pay
With this “ring” I thee claim
LOVE, HONOR, CHERISH…
and all that I ask is that you
Monday, July 6, 2009
you may "coo highly"
but for Me, you purr softly
*strokes hair absently*
for Me, all is done
all WILL be done, to and by
Darkest Pleasure. True.
Be not afraid, child
W/we'll navigate past the scars
to find Trigger's Trip...
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Tender breasts marinate in
My Hollandaise sauce
A "Universal feasting"
A seven-course meal
I am "woman food"
Sure to satisfy
A buffet of deviance
Making Me fatter.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
early morning. Been
up all night thinking of you…
I miss you so much
fantasies of us
doing whatever we want,
I love when we talk
beneath (all) the surfaces
truly “heart to heart”
Do you really want
to know what lurks inside
to “unleash the Beast”?
a few simple strokes
can a masterpiece create
or a life destroy
open. your mind, heart
soul... lower your shields. for I
wish to gain entry
Thursday, June 18, 2009
while she slept, I bit
no marks left upon her skin
but felt all the same.
think, My divine pet
of the connection 'twixt us
"power to the bean"
branded on the soul
permanently marked by Me
fire engulfs Me
whenever I feel your touch
touch Me again, please.
a fistful of hair
a natural leash for pets
cum now for Daddy
Daddy's little whore
not just a title for her
an endearment term
a nibble, a lick
to reward or to punish?
it's up to Daddy.
Monday, June 8, 2009
The tongue is mightier than the pen which bests the sword
humility is a foreign concept to One whose power is felt
even at a great distance.
Deviant to a degree previously thought impossible whilst
allowing society to see only what is desired.
Exceptional when the subject is cloak and dagger.
Mortals question whether such a being exists
or if it is simply “urban legend.” Most shall
never know the truth.
Cults have been formed, though followers are sparse and
across the continent scattered. Some
lustfully attracted. Some are merely victims to the
Language of Power. Only those firmly
ensconced in it will know when the message is
Dare you go in search of this creature, this blight on the peace with the Earth believes itself to have
attained? If power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely, how
do you expect to not be tainted by proximity? How do you expect to survive where angels
dare not tread. Are
you ready to face “the Daemon Called Daddy?”