Being a Male switch

I watch the way you breathe when I bring the rope.

The hush before the storm.

You bloom in stillness,

and I thread my will through your limbs like silk.

Wrist,

ankle,

knee—

knots that whisper ownership,

each pull a question I’ve already answered for you.

You give me your weight like a secret,

spilled into my hands

in strands of tension and obedience.

I wind you slow—

a patient predator.

The world falls away

until it’s just skin and silk and hush,

your breath hitching like a trapped bird

that doesn’t really want to fly.

You giggle when I test the binds.

Cute.

You know better.

That grin won’t save you

from what comes next.

I prowl the lines I’ve drawn on your body,

mapmaker of moans,

cartographer of surrender.

Every knot sings a story:

one of trust, of ache,

of power that tastes like honey on my tongue.

Tonight, you’re not my lover—

you’re my art.

Tied up in craving,

suspended in need,

and every inch of you

begs for me

like prayer on the edge of breaking.

I don’t ask.

I take.

Not your consent—

that, you gave me

long before the rope—

but everything else:

the fear,

the fire,

the part of you that aches

to be undone.

You move like prey,

and I smile—

because you know

you’ve already been caught.

Rope coils in my hands

like a living thing—

it wants you.

So do I.

Not gently.

Not sweetly.

But the way storms want the sea.

I push you

not with force—

but gravity.

The command in my breath,

the snarl behind my calm,

the way I press you

face-down

before the first knot

even bites your skin.

You flinch.

I growl.

You stay.

Good.

Your hips twitch

as I pull the rope tight—

a sharp sound,

like breath against teeth.

You want rough,

you want ruin,

and I will give it

in loops and knots

that leave no question

who you belong to.

You’re moaning now,

not from pain—

but from pressure,

from being seen

by something

not quite human.

You’re not a doll to dress.

You’re an animal I’ve claimed—

with jute for claws

and breath for bite.

You thrash,

I hold.

You beg,

I growl again,

Mine.

And the rope answers for me—

tightening,

marking,

owning.

When I leave you there—

gutted, gasping, glowing—

I don’t need to say a word.

The knots speak.

And your body remembers.

Power.

So delicate, in my hands.

But, with your consent.

You are the only one that understands.

Your Submission.

So powerful, under my control.

But, with your obedience.

I subdue your deviance.

My Love For You.

So encompassing, in my mind.

But, it grows and grows.

I hold you taught. Nice and close.

My Need for Your Pleasure.

So deep in my mind.

But, my heart wields so much power.

And in that heart. You are mine. To devour.

Your Devotion.

So great and so giving.

But, with my guidance it can be so much more.

Your heart, mind, body and soul.

It is mine to explore. Restore.

Your Beauty.

So great, and so wide.

But, in my eyes.

For me in the beginning, you were designed.

Your Trust.

So pure and strong.

But, with my love.

It will never be gone.From dusk until dawn.

And That Is Why

Your submission is so reinforcing.

To who I am, and to who I want to be.

Because it all. Makes me feel. Free.

Free

From doubt and pain.

From self conscious thoughts, and aching pain.

It is your submission.

That causes those demons and those monsters. To be slain.

We are all apart of this community for a reason, for me its to find that missing piece...to connect on a new level, to be open with my heart and take chances when I can. 

I have no regard for my heart...i don't care about the pain that getting close to someone could cause. Why? Because im already in pain. Im already hurting...im already lost. What do I have to lose?

Why not give all my attention? Why not really put in all the effort if I see a common and strong bond? Why not take a chance and trust myself? Because i have been wrong in the past? Who gives a fuck. 

The leap is worth the fall I guess. And there is no sense in controlling the uncontrollable. Just flow..just accept..and take a chance. 

Some might see a honey bee and think of something so small, so helpless, and so weak. But what you see in the outside is far from what is in the inside. Inside, a honeybee is strong, smart, determined, and calculated. You see, when a honeybee is first born its main objective is to serve the queen, to provide food, protection, and warmth for her eggs. It has 21 days before it dies...21 days to prove itself amongst the hive. This time limit dont sadden the bee, it dont stop the bee from doing its job. It drives the bee, it motivates the bee to work its hardest, to provide as much as it can before its inevitable death. 

Be you. But also....be a honeybee.

?T

I pour my heart and soul into everything i own...but yet everything i own...owns me too...i serve it because i want to, it serves me because its built to. 

My work has been crazy, and i wish i understood why people are so mean and nasty..it hurts me to see others in pain...unless deserved.. but yet...here i am.. in pain.  Not because of the actions of another's but because im lost...im lost in my mind.. on where it wants to be..on where it wants to go.

Why cant people just be real? Instead of hiding behind a filter, or a stance...or an opinion. Just love one another and understand that we're all in this together..to build eachother up, to enlighten, and to love.  

I guess im just lost in the darkness of others

-T?

A dark night, the cold air brushing against her face.

The only thing she has, is loliness and fear in this dark dark place.

Lost and bewildered, looking for the right path.

He waits, and ponders on what he should do.

Should he care for this helpless soul, or should he pursue?

The only thing he knows, is its to late to save her from his wrath.

She hears the crackling in the bushes, and the sound of a low growl.

And next thing she knows, he's on top of her, instantly she thinks that maybe this is the thing she's been without.

She fights and she struggles and she can't break free.

He bites her neck and grabs her arms, sinking his teeth into her skin.

The only thing controlling him is the hunger within.

The words leaving her mouth are now...take me.