i am submissive. that does not mean i am weak. or unable to stand alone. it does not mean stupid. it does not mean i am trash or a doormat.
I am submissive. and to ME it means i am strong. i can stand alone. i am intelligant. even if i cant spell it lol. i am no ones doormat. and i will never be trash.
lets me see... i am complicated like most women. i am a bit of a baby girl. and a bit of the "french maid"
i do not like large amounts of pain.
i am sensitive. in body and heart... guess that's where the little comes from.
i do not like to play with girls.
i do not like to be shared. some days i like to be baby'd hugs story bath time.
some days i like to be the care giver. meals ready back rubbed. and such for the most part i would say i am a normal girl. simple looking for a man to own me lead me guild me through life. as my daddy and my master.
D/S is the best "word" for it. not s/m or bdsm. simple dom and sub
today i am a bit ... confused unsure. i do not know how to reach that person that would be my daddy and my master. perhaps there are no words that can take the place or time. or that can make a person see you as you are. perhaps only time and knowing will help with that. and so i will close with this simple thought.
the only way to know. it to try. words can only tell you so much.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=lBfDxjMn24k
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=Hl6UjIEuJ3c
Tuesday August 23rd, 2011 0 Comments
Erotica by AzuraSky
She stand in the room before the mirror looking at the red lines over her thighs and bare bottom. She wears only a shy sort of excited smile as her hands movie to the deep bruise where my Daddy Master had bitten into her sick. She had begged to cum and before he allowed her the orgasm had over taken her. Her Daddy Master had dug his teeth dip into her skin. Her orgasm had gone from the lost of control to the wild ride he pushed her to. After while she laid breathless on the bed he hand ordered her to turn over. Her mind cloud she turned still lost to passion. There had been no warning as he pulled out the cane and brought it down with a mild slap on her lift thigh. She cried out and tried to move away but his strong arms held her down as he leans in and whispers "you see how it feels when you don't beg me for release and WAIT like a good girl?" he did not wait long for her answer "20 swats. you will learn to beg properly" he did not bother trying to hold her down. He knew she would stay as he began to bring the cane down on her tender flesh. each swat her watcher her and said "i will not cum selfishly without permission again, say it" she would try and relax her trembling body and repeat it as told. Her voice trembling. After the last swat he hands run his hand over her body and tenderly kiss a few swollen red lines left behind. He climbed into bed and cuddles her shaking body close to him as they fell asleep. Her hands ran over the marks and she gave a sort of half smile. How powerful and controlling he could be. Yet so tender and kind to her. Today she would have to show her gratitude for how well he treated her. Turning quickly she made the bed ...............................................................................................................................
