Behind friendly lines

From the time the morning sun opens our eyes

Till darkness falls and cast its sleepy slumber

Would you serve the one who has taken you

And never waiver in your desire and dedication

When faced with all that life can give and take

And the daily grind seems to be too much

Would you look into my eyes as I do yours

And treasure our lasting loving bond

If obstacles are in your path of life

And you can clear or avoid them one by one

Would you crawl on hands and knees

To be closer to the one that is meant for you

Feel the draw of my desire for you my precious

And follow your mind and heart to me.

Would you give all of you there is to share

And let me take what truly belongs to me

Think about the pleasure and pain you ache for

And all you seek and have ever wanted

Would you allow your mind and body

To be released to one who knows how to use them

My desire is not only for your loyalty and service

And to use you as I please in every way

Would you follow me as if we were so close

That I held your beating heart in my hand.

Author unknown...

She kneels without hesitation and obeys without question. Beautiful, intelligent, sexual, sensual, cultured and educated, she bears my mark. Words turn her into what she craves...Wet, wanton, open, begging, pleading..she takes it all and asks for more. Deeper, darker down we go to find her inner whore and what an exquisite little slut she is. She is obedience, desire, want, need, motivation. She is my muse. She makes her Sir think, be creative and improve. She deserves only my best and worst. She is my most prized possession..

She is.....

It's often strange to be a Kinkster in the vanilla world. We all know the feeling or at least most do. I often wonder how my teammates or colleagues would react if they knew the truth. Would they understand? Would they shun? Would they have no reaction at all? Would they not at all be shocked at the revelation? A few times, I've been close to a revelatory moment only to withhold and withdraw. Retreat is not in my nature, so I call it simply a "strategic withdrawal".

As a grow older and bolder, I walk the line closer and closer, but professional considerations continue to be the bulkhead. Eventually, dear readers the truth shall be known...

In my line of work, death is a constant presence. But today, I had to perform the most unpleasant of tasks. I had to notify a family that both of their children were killed in an automobile accident on the way to school. The worst part of this task is the walk to the front door. They see you coming and you can watch the fear and anxiety grow in their eyes and on their faces, then I deliver the life changing blow. I try to pull the mask on and hide my own feelings, sometimes I succeed and sometimes I fail, but the duty gets done...

To Serve and Protect.

To Free the Oppressed.

To Honor..

That others might live.

To support and defend the Constitution.

All oaths I have taken and honored, but look behind the veil. 

I crave to use and abuse, to inflict and degrade, to compel and create, to lead, train and own. I crave power and control. I enjoy the soft whimper and loud moan. 

Who knows the man in the shadows..

I know who I am. I know what I crave. But back and forth...back and forth. Societal constrictions crash against the shore of my true self. The battle between what the world says I should be and the inner darkness that dwells and bangs at the Cage demanding release. Back and forth. What would they think if they felt the Beast? What would they say if the saw the Savage? What would they do if they knew the darkness? Back and forth...Back and forth.

Why does it sting so? I'm familiar with loss, more than most. I've held dying men in my arms in far off lands. I've lied to those who lay, mortally wounded as I work, assuring them they would "make it home." I suppose that wasn't a complete lie they did make it home, albeit in a flag draped metal box. Why does this loss bother me so??

The connection was real, wasn't it? I made a mistake, but then opened up and my inner being was set free from it's Cage again. The passion, want and desire flowed through these veins again. I felt fulfilled. I was alive. Then with a few words, it collapsed. Back into the box again with you. Back into the "real world" with you. Back into the deep, dark mundane.

Nothing peach moonshine won't cure right? Nothing the Braves game won't soothe..

But it's morning and here I am again..

Reality is a harsh mistress...

Storm clouds gather..

Threatening, challenging, violent and cold

Lashing out

The words echo

The thunder rolls

The lighting crashes all around

The want to inflict is overwhelming..

Be yourself, be original..

sometimes I wish

I could paint my feelings

like Picasso painted his portraits

inaccurate renditions of

something so beyond our reach

that mortal eyes falter

intricacies unbeknownst

to say “I crave you”

would be an affront to the universe

for cravings, as a disarray of synapses

pales in the face of

the fullness of my feelings

your submission is a pull deeper than the tides,

a light, brighter than the full moon

a delicacy sweeter than honey;

reality infused with

more magic than witchcraft

days merge and blend

swirling into a steady lifetime

of morning smiles

and afternoon delights

your submission, like a garden

overflows with abundance

a cornucopia of simple being

upon which I gratefully feast

Yet I crave....

Author unknown...

For her..

I"ve wandered through this site and had interactions, some good and some bad. The bad through my own doing and at times, others. But I've learned from all of them. I wasn't sure I would find what I was truly seeking. Something that fit my wants, desires and limitations. Then suddenly, she was there...

Beautiful, Intelligent, Educated, Serious, Intellectual, Sexual, Sensual and Obedient. The entire package, my unicorn. She inspires me to be a better man, a better Sir and to give her my best always. It will be one hell of a journey and we're just getting started...