Coltic's corner

My Minx,

     Yes, you are correct on me knowing your body. Each time you stand before me and I survey your body find new little treasures. The way your skin welts from the flogger changes the landscape. The small yellowing from paddling your ass cheeks. Its like I am constructing new terrain on a map. The flow of moisture and juices I can create from touching you body. Makes me wonder if there is an end to your ecstasy. 

     Your submission is so intoxicating that when your not I am craving it. Your my greatest toy when your down in you Humble or Table position and exposed to me. Knowing your here to let me use your body that gives pleasures to both of us. The firecrack pop of my hand impacting your skin. The inhale of your breath from my touch and the sensations I give you. To just name a few is both drink and food for body and soul.

     The scent of your pussy as you get excited. The sound of your Thank you Sir. Even now I want to stop writing you this letter and have you down before me with your hands tied behind you. For me, you not touching me is not a tease for only you, it teases me too.  Makes me crave your touch just much as you wanting too. I must try and resist allowing you to again touch me.

     Your submission your Yes Sir is a driving force that I want. I need to hear it, to have it. Its not just power of your body.  It connects me to you in ways my touch can't. I look at you curled up in your chair and I want to be the clothes your wearing, to be that close to you. Dam those cloths your mine!

     Sir

Dear Sir

     I awoke this morning in my sheets smelling of sweat, and sex. From both yours and my fluids. Mostly mine. By no means am I complaining from you giving and forcing me to orgasm and my dippings from me many times. My stomach muscles are sore from cumming and my wrists and ankles are reminding me of how hard I tried to get away from you and the vibrator.  My ass and back is pleasantly hot. The way you flogged my back and paddled my ass was so sensual. It stung but you softly worked my skin this time. That don't mean I don't like your punishments too, cause I do enjoy them too. This was just a different level which you know makes me sing a different song. I could go on and about what you already know. 

    Do you know just how it makes me feel to say Sir in both yes and no? It's not just what I call you for me. It's knowing that only I can call you my Sir. That everything you give me and do for me is special. Yes even couples do special things for each other. But, when you got me tied or tell me to keep my hands on the wall and you flog me. That pain comes from you and your sharing with me the pain or you wouldn't take care of me after. My Sir holds me and tells me I did good and he is proud of me.

     Even when I don't follow his rules. Not cause I am a puppet and you need to pull my strings. Its cause you care about me when we're apart. You want to know I am safe, I am a part of you as much as you are a part of me. As long as we are together I know you will always be there to protect me from harm and Sir, I will shield your heart from harm.

Yours 

Do I need to say anything more.

     So I was thinking .. yeah that's dangerous.  I left my first blog stating I liked pain as well as giving pain. Being one that used to cut and burn themselves it's a drug for me. Battling it for years to not do it myself. That's why when I got her againt the wall and she's trying to fight and digs her nails into my flesh. Just one way I will nicely put it. 

     See yes its pain but when I embrace it, it's not. It be comes energy, a primal ecstasy. I been told my eyes darken to an almost black shark like gaze. I know what it does to my member when I would be in her, but. The lust I feel and the need to rip off clothes and take her. Well that's something totally different.

     Even now reader while writing about the raw  urges for nails and teeth trying to inflict pain. I can feel a change. Pulse picking up and sight brights. The faint sound of breathing and my pulse in my ears. The veins in my neck twitching. My thoughts come to focus on not how I want to ravage her but to mark her. To see the white and the rosey pink flesh from my nails. The sound they make almost like water softy running in a pond. Feeling her flesh under my nails as I cover her body with my own weight.

     Don't fight back, don't egde me more. The beast wants you too, it urges you too. Grabbing her hair and wrenching her head to expose her neck. Rubbing my face and growling in her ear and smelling her own desire. Sinking my teeth into her shoulder. Once more marking her flesh with my own branding. Seeing the fading marks from the last time. 

     I can feel the burning in my flesh from her own nails marking me. Adding to the heat I feel in my blood when I final entered her. The fight is no longer in her. She has been taken by her own heat. Has excepted me and taken everything and now her eyes are soft and weaken. Her head is back and her breast are heaved forward for my mouth and teeth to continue giving her my marks willingly. 

     Yes dear reader. It's pain I give cause its pain I need. From my own I give onto her. 

     May the pain wash you clean.

Hi reader.

                  My profile gives an introduction of what I am. Personally, in my mind, that's a different story. I been readed others blogs and comments and some of them make you dream. Some well they make you want it. Whether it's a story or what happened in RL. Me include. Which brings me to this, my first post on my Blog.

                  See I was a sub got the taste when I was in my teens. Didn't know I was doing it to myself. By burning and cutting. Without getting into the details man it was good. Then in my 20's got involved with a woman that knew how to push all my buttons. For a long time. We grew apart like people do but that left a taste in my mouth not as the sub but as the dom.

                   Found a woman that at first was a vanilla relationship but she knew what I wanted and she herself had sub tendencies. We grew and it was perfect. We were happy and had plans, always talked about our future and what we were going to make of it. You guess it reader what begins must always have an ending. I seen signs and tried to work with it. More and more I was called less and seen less of each other. Said sometimes life is hard so don't sweat the little things. 

                   Lost people defending her. Telling them they don't know nor understand us. To the point they or I walked away from each other. Then after 4 years my mother found she had cancer and I lost it. Have scars on my knuckles from it. Put my hands through a door and wooden fence at work. For a year she fought for the life she knew was up. My partner in life and as a sub promised me the world. Till 6 days after my mother died. Then my heart died twice. She left cause and I quote, "she had to."

                  It's been almost 3 years now.  About 6 months ago I started on here.  Started chatting with some people. Mostly hi and a couple of conversations of likes and why we like them. I lean heavily to being a dom and still have lots to learn. I still like my own pain but in ways that only a sub can do. I don't know what people think just what I feel and my own thoughts are. My heart and emotions still seek what I lost but in our core isn't that what we as a human need. Yes in an dynamic our bonds we make are always stronger cause those bonds are on a level where every part of us are exposed. Some maybe more then others. It's not a weakness in our design. It's why we need our other half. It's not till then we feel whole or at least, me.

                   So that's my introduction. A nerve open to you. Stroke it or pull it, pleasure or pain. Cause for me I like both.