Kinkily Ever After

Dedicated to my daughter who suffers from anxiety and depression

 
If you twist and turn away
If you tear yourself in two again
If I could, yes I would
If I could, I would
Let it go
Surrender
Dislocate
If I could throw this lifeless lifeline to the wind
Leave this heart of clay
See you walk, walk away
Into the night
And through the rain
Into the half-light
And through the flame
If I could through myself
Set your spirit free, I'd lead your heart away
See you break, break away
Into the light
And to the day
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
To let it go
And so to fade away
To let it go
And so, fade away
Wide awake
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
I'm not sleeping
Oh, no, no, no
If you should ask then maybe they'd
Tell you what I would say
True colors fly in blue and black
Bruised silken sky and burning flag
Colors crash, collide in bloodshot eyes
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
If I could, you know I would, if I could, I would
Let it go
This desperation
Dislocation
Separation, condemnation
Revelation in temptation
Isolation, desolation
Let it go
And so fade away
To let it go
And so fade away
To let it go
Oh now, and so to fade away
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
I'm not sleeping
Oh, no, no, no

❤️

My Sire’s jaws are strong and hard

My Sire’s teeth are sharp and white

They sink into my neck unscarred

Locking down upon me hot and tight

Mine eyes do close in ecstatic glee

Mine knees do bend with weakened resolve

No longer can these eyes but see

No more can these legs stand dissolved

Into puddles of desire so wet

It overflows and swiftly spreads

From between mine thighs opened to let

My Sire’s cock inside is fed

Legs wrapped around hips thrusting fast

Arms clasped around as to attack

And as that final thrust was cast

I opened my mouth and bit Him back

❤️😘😈

I have a new name. I have a new avatar, the Yin Yang. From Wikipedia:

In Ancient Chinese philosophy, yin and yang (/jɪn/ and /jɑːŋ, jæŋ/; Chinese: 陰陽 yīnyáng pronounced [ín jǎŋ], lit. "dark-light", "negative-positive") is a concept of dualism, describing how obviously opposite or contrary forces may actually be complementary, interconnected, and interdependent in the natural world, and how they may give rise to each other as they interrelate to one another.

I am a switch as far as my kink goes. Sometimes I like to be on top, sometimes on the bottom. Taking control, surrendering it to another. Giving pain, receiving pain. 

In the kink world, I am well, not quite an anomaly, but more of a minority. Most people would say they fall on one side of the slash when it comes to their preference. And there are times in my life when I have felt more one way than the other. 

In my marriage I am the dominant, sexually, but not in any other way (though sub hubby has confessed he finds it hard to say no to me for anything 😋) but he will when he feels strongly enough and I try not to ever take advantage of his submissive side to manipulate him in other ways. Except maybe when it comes to shoes. And boots. But that’s another blog….

In past few years I reached a time in my sexuality where my submissive side reared her head and roared at me constantly and loudly enough to compel me to do something about it. So I came here to the Cage looking for some advice and possibly for someone to fill the void, as my husband could not. And only in an online capacity as I didn’t want to threaten my marriage.

What I found was….profound. Life-changing in some ways, at least internally. Scary. Exciting. Confusing. One of the most emotionally upheavalling times in my life. A roller coaster of emotions doesn’t begin to describe it. And that ride threw me off a couple of times. Arms flailing, end over end, landing heavily on my ass.

But,  it’s true what they say: you can’t put the genie back into the bottle once it’s out. Or maybe it’s more like Hotel California - you can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave.

In my head and in my heart I never really left my sub side, or My Sire. Most likely because I fell in love - with both. I fought against it thinking it would come between me and my husband. 

But it didn’t. And it doesn’t. What does come between me and My Sire is my own handling of all the emotions roiling within me. The intensity of both sides expressing themselves. The intensity of the love I feel for Him when I’m knee-deep (pun intended) in my submission for him.

Balance. My Sire has stressed this before but I don’t think I took it to heart as much as I should have previously.

Going forward this is my mantra. My port in the emotional storm.

And so the new name. The new avatar. The new beginning. Dominant and submissive. Opposite and complimentary. Interconnected, balanced.

Whole.

❤️

From: Perverted Gentleman69

To: Naive Little Girl17

Re: Introduction

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My dear little girl,

As I have been an observer of your person for quite some time now, please allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Sir. At least, to you it is. Or, if you prefer, I will allow you to address me as Mr. Bigcock. 

First, let me begin by extending you the complement of my regard for your perfectly pert and perky tits. The way they bounce inside your tight blouse as you walk down the street with such purpose of step and how they feel pressed against my arm or my back as we’ve been enclosed within a subway car has hardened and engorged my cock on more than one occasion. I’m sure you’ve felt it rub against yourself (how could you not as it’s such a large member?) but were either too shy or ladylike to mention this at the time.

I seem to recall a blush or two as well as some protrusions of your own pressing back from your jiggley knockers as if you could not help yourself. Yes, I am referring to your undoubtably delectable nipples, little girl. Fear not my dear, your desire for me is completely understandable and, of course, reciprocated (hence the engorged cock). 

You can be rest assured that I took great pleasure later that day in vigorously furbishing my outrageously large and throbbing dick with both hands - for it does require both of them for this task! - and thought of sucking and biting on those luscious mounds, and especially those delicious nips! I bet they taste like ripe strawberries. Let me assure you that I produced enough ‘whipped cream’ from the monster between my legs to cover those tits and then some! I bet you are wanting to lick up this cream right now, aren’t you, you naughty girl.

In fact, I’d lay bets that you are exuding your own cream as you read my pleasing and arousing message of introduction. I’d bet you can’t wait to get your hands, your mouth and finally your little virgin cunt around this hot and angry shaft. Well, you must have patience my dear. Remember the adage, “Good things cum to those who send pictures of their naked tits to their Sir.”

Now, be a good girl and send those pictures as soon as possible. 

Have a lovely day,

Sir (aka Mr. Bigcock)

p.s. Please find attached my own picture of above mentioned engorged member as proof of my most indecent intentions. I’m sure you’ll find it as impressive as others have expressed to me in the past.

🍆

The flowers of summer are wilting

and the long days are fading into longer nights

yet my eyes have been reopened 

and my heart pounds with renewed joy

my other half has been reborn

and once again begins to crawl 

on hand and knees in supplication

to gently kiss her Sire’s feet

WACK!
WACK WACK WACK!

The dream begins……

❤️

The night is dark and thick with lust
The ground beneath your feet is rust
The moon is high, the wind is silent
And in your blood, the heat is violent
 
My spicy scent perfumes the air
And beckons you with primal snare
Compulsion drives you ever near
Until at last I do appear
 
You watch and wait off to the side
Then, with relentless pace you softly glide
Up from behind, you grab my throat
And drag me to your lair remote
 
I have three holes for you to fill
I have four limbs for you to still
To hold me down, to plug me up
To drink your fill from my virgin cup
 
To howl at the moon so bright
Breaks from my throat through endless night
The sting of bites your teeth imprints
Upon my skin that does not wince
 
But glories in your vicious jaws
And struggles not within your paws
You thrust and groan, invade and growl
And draw forth from me an ecstatic howl
 
My soul released as thighs quiver and shake
My body bruised and my heart does quake
With such ripples as a stone skips across a lake
Only to plunge beneath so deep as to never awake

So, that was fast. And it’s been a long time coming.

There are some connections that always stay with you. You carry them around like a warming packet for your winter coat, breaking them out when it gets really cold. They provide heat, comfort and allow you to find pleasure where you least expect it. 

Although I’d always expected to find pleasure here. And My Sir has been more like a Super Nova burning so hot and bright I’ve felt the burning heat right through to my soul. That heat has always stayed with me, maybe more like low burning coals that needed just a few well chosen words from My Sir to fan the flames of passion once again into strong licks of flames. 

It feels both familiar and new and exciting. We’ve been through a lot over the years and yet not enough. We are not done yet.

I have regretted my decisions in the past to walk away from this. I have tried to put it behind me.

I cannot.

We are not done yet. Maybe, we never will be.

And I’m ok with that.

❤️

Dedicated to the man who helped me find the missing piece in our white cave—- always warm in my heart.

❤️

This is dedicated to both of my sides of the /.

❤️

This week I see you all around me

I’ve travelled to the eastern tip of the continent

And can almost smell you in the waves below the cliffs

Those waves call to me over and over

So strong the current would carry me out to sea

And into your arms