My Submissive Heart and Soul

No words needed ... 

Oh yeah ... this is my kind of day 😏😏😈😈

Lil k

You have become my rock, the missing piece of the puzzle that is my life. You are my world of new possibilities, new discoveries.

I'm thankful for You, finding me, at a time in my life that was completely unexpected. You have opened your heart to me and have been so patient. I always felt my journey was just that ... mine.  I see now, You are very much a part of my journey and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I want to surrender in such a way that the moment I see You, it will shake me to my core, will weaken me, make me tremble and melt.

When I close my eyes, I imagine you with me, pressing me right against the wall unable to move except where you allow. As you kiss me passionately and forcefully, I feel you pressing against my breasts, as I lay here, I run my hands over my breasts,  cupping them in my hands imagining they are your hands, teasing my nipples and as I do, they grow bigger and hard, as the passion builds you set me free slightly.

I imagine as you push me back onto the bed, with what feels like many hands, you touch me everywhere, both caressing and forcefully, which pass over me swiftly, as I imagine that, I run my hands down my body feeling the excitement in my body, sending shock waves of anticipation through my body as I slip my fingers between my lips, circling and pressing on my clit, sliding fingers into my warm wet pussy, feeling my juices.

As I imagine you with wolflike sharpness, I feel your teeth and mouth sink into my flesh as I feel the hardness of your cock suddenly and powerfully plunge deeply and swiftly into the depths of my body until I shudder with pure pleasure.

Waiting for Your guiding light. All I want is you. Your kiss. Your touch. Your embrace. 
They all make my heart to race. I know my place. Upon my knees. At your feet. In your arm's. Your protection is so sweet and felt. 
I am home. 

Now that I know this person exists ... how can I live without them?

❤❤❤

For one in particular ... 

It is a conscious choice to LIE, to be a LIAR. It is NOT an accident. 

For those who choose to be such cowards ... yes ... you know who you are ... 

There is no place in our lives for liars and cowards ... leaving you in our dust ... moving  on, not looking back. 

I've said it before and will say it again ... better to live a life with integrity ... 

Mmmmmm ... I . Just . Can't . Decide 😈

Oh yes ...

Definitely ...

😈😈😈😈

Pillar

1.     loyal, reliable

a person or thing regarded as reliably providing essential support for something

"he was a pillar of his local community"

synonyms:  stalwart, mainstay, strength, tower of strength, having integrity, reliable

Deceitful

1.   deceiving or misleading others

synonyms: dishonest, lying, insincere, deceiving, undependable, disloyal, deceitful, unfaithful, unreliable, untrustworthy, unprincipled, two-faced, cheating, underhanded, crafty, cunning, sly, scheming

When we think of Pillars, we assume by their mere name and girth, they are strong and solid. Strong enough to support a structure.

It is the same as with a Dom.  By their proclamation and their title, we assume they are strong, honourable and trustworthy. 

But we all know that is not always the case.

Some pillars, while they appear to be the same on the outside, are not real at all. In truth, they are Nothing. They are made of paper mache. Nothing on the inside. Aesthetically they give the appearance as a support.  When in truth, given the chance, will crumble and would leave in a pile of rubble, the structure they appear to be supporting.

Those with PILLARS appearing to support the back of your house, you might want to inspect them every now and then to ensure they truly are supportive, and not waiting for an opportunity to pull out from underneath and leave destruction in their wake.

So in keeping with the analogy and comparison to a Dom.  Some are shallow, Devoid of substance. Predatory, lying in wait for an opportunity to have what they want with no regard for who gets hurt or the consequences of their actions. They are in fact, SMALL men, not giants. And while they may appear to be strong and supportive to those whom they claim to be a friend, will pounce on the chance to take for their own without conscience.

They lie and decieve and are not to be trusted with anything held dear in your house. For when they crumble, they leave nothing but betrayal and pain in their wake. Perhaps these LIARS would take heed if, as well, their own house crumbled in their wake of destruction. They are not immune. 

I'll say it again ... Better to live a life of integrity.

Sick and tired of those who think it's okay to play with the feelings of others and leave devastation in their wake and those who defend them ... you get what you give in life .. Maybe it's time for some  ...

... I feel it coming ... 

Yes ... Karma really is a Bitch ... 

Better to live a life of integrity  ...

It's after 4:00 a.m. and in the quiet of a sleepless night, it's clear to me, sleep will not come for me tonight now.  The dawn of a new, fresh day is brightening the sky.  This lilkitten, this baby girl’s curiosity is piqued and rolling yet calming thoughts of my future flow like a river. I know I can be impatient at times (something that my little and I need to work on).

The mind of a sub is quite a curious place. Just as I’m sure it is in that of a Dom, yet so very intriguing to me.

Someone used to say to me, “darling, never judge a book by its cover”.  Little did I understand then and certainly not to any depth, how those words now bring me to smile, a deep inward smile.

I am a mature lady living what most would describe as a rather stereotypical life, in many ways and certainly in style and nature. I enjoy many simple pleasures, quiet strolls in morning, a good cup of tea, the feel of fingers running through my hair, forehead kisses.

My image has a signature style often described as a librarian style. I wear my hair both straight or in soft loose curls. My style is simple and practical. But all of this is my mask to my real life, the real me. Behind this veneer of everyday propriety lurks a woman with a fevered, festering mind, flooded with fetish thoughts and kinky desires. Scenes and acts, the kinky stories burn in my head.  They are devilish thoughts that awaken my body and scream for attention. I am a woman who secretly craves after lust and desire and arousing pleasure.

My Daddy will understand what he wants from a woman. The words “I’m a dominant man. I want you to want to please me. I have rules, and I want you to follow and comply with them. They are for your benefit and for my pleasure. If you follow these rules to my satisfaction, I shall reward you. If you don’t, I shall punish you and you will learn.” resonate to the very core of my soul.

Much of a submissive’s emotions are affected by cause. Who or what has caused the particular emotion to surface has a great effect on what we feel.

I have found that as I grow in this lifestyle, as I gain experience, and as I venture deeper into my submission, my emotions change constantly. They are growing with me.  What upsets or offends today, may thrill or excite tomorrow!

I now recognize just how much a Dominant's words of approval can cause a submissive to beam brightly for weeks!! But also, how the fear of disappointing our Daddy / Master,  can cause a submissive to feel completely crushed.

Sometimes I wonder if a Daddy/Master really understands how much of an impact and effect their words or actions have on a submissive, even to those of us they do not know?  How sometimes, I can read or hear of a Dominant correcting or teaching their own submissive and have found myself affected.

Domination and submission, power and surrender, mean different things for different people. For some it’s about having a chance to trust someone else to take control. For others it’s the pure physical sensation - spanking, flogging, licking, restraints - that bend the mind.

It is my nature to crave my Daddy to take control. I know it is my path at its core. However, I have yet to discover which physical sensations will join me on that path. But I look forward to exploring and discovering all my desires.

Being held in just the way I need to be, by someone stronger than I, in that moment, being told what to do in the safe context of a mutually agreed exchange of power is extremely intoxicating. For me, it is nothing less than perfection.

The one thing I have really learned through the night … is my little and I need to learn to have patience ... because right at this moment, I want to run towards my future!  I don’t want to waste another minute!  But at least I can laugh at myself for it too! 

❤❤❤ ... and goodnight .. good morning?? Yes the sun is up ... a new day 😏

Whether with pearls or chains ... the strength of the bond is still the same. 

Mmmmm ... yes it is 💖💖💖

A new day it is ..  

Each and every day ...

Burn the Ships

How did we get here?
All castaway on a lonely shore
I can see in your eyes, dear
It's hard to take for a moment more
We've got to

Burn the ships, cut the ties
Send a flare into the night
Say a prayer, turn the tide
Dry your tears and wave goodbye

Step into a new day
We can rise up from the dust and walk away
We can dance upon our heartache, yeah
So light a match, leave the past, burn the ships
And don't you look back

Don't let it arrest you
This fear is fear of fallin' again
And if you need a refuge
I will be right here until the end
Oh, it's time to

Burn the ships, cut the ties
Send a flare into the night
Say a prayer, turn the tide
Dry your tears and wave goodbye

Step into a new day
We can rise up from the dust and walk away
We can dance upon our heartache, yeah
So light a match, leave the past, burn the ships
And don't you look back

So long to shame, walk through the sorrow
Out of the fire into tomorrow
So flush the pills, face the fear
Feel the wave disappear
We're comin' clear, we're born again
Our hopeful lungs can breathe again
Oh, we can breathe again

Step into a new day
We can rise up from the dust and walk away
We can dance upon our heartache, yeah
So light a match, leave the past, burn the ships
And step into a new day
We can rise up from the dust and walk away
We can dance upon our heartache, yeah
So light a match, leave the past, burn the ships
And don't you look back

And don't you look back
And don't you look back

❤❤❤

It cannot be said enough ... 

 ... for those who turn a blind eye 

... there's no accounting for taste in friends