Name' sake

What does being collared mean to you?

How does it/would it make you feel?

"I woulda swore that was 3/8" Jack muttered to himself, digging for the 7/16" wrench . . . 

"BOO!" - He shot straight up, banging his head on the hood . .."oh my god" princess covered her laughing with her hands "im sorry Daddy" she giggled - "what is it baby girl? I gotta get these brakes fixed, I need this truck tomorrow for the Nelson job" rubbing his head and checking for blood  "I wanted to suprize you" "yeah, well, you did pumpkin, you did " he gruffed, leaning back under the hood - "your always busy!" Princess complained, heading back into the house. . . 

"It makes no goddam sense the auto parts store is closed on Sunday!" Jack threw down his wrench, looking for one that wasnt stripped out. "Why cant they make these brake lines all one size!?"

He normally didnt mind working on his trucks, except when he needed it the next morning - and finally thought he had a day off. His phone rang " . . .yep, yes sir - I will be there at 8 sharp . . . . "   "Jesus!" . . . 

The sun was starting to get hot . .. 

"Daaaaaddy . . ."  "What pumpkin?" he barked from under the truck - "look what im w e a r r i n g g g " "I cant baby, I need to get this line back on" - "I put this on because I know its your favorite!" She pouted. Jack worked his way out from under the truck, hair a mess, grease and brake fluid covered his face and hands - "it looks very nice sweetheart - will you please get me something to drink?" Wiping his hands on the even greasier rag.

Princess turned without a word and went back into the house - slamming the front door. . . 

Moments later . . . 

"Shit!" Jack said,  hearing the shattering glass - his mind trying to picture what just broke. He threw down his rag and headed towards the house . . . "What now!?" . . .

Another crash before he got to the door. Princess was standing at the sink, shards of dinnerware all over the floor.  "What the fuck!? . .. " "I dropped them" . . . "you dropped them?? . . . " Jack glared at her. Princess gave a smug looked and turned towards the sink.

"Jesus christ! why does she always do this to me when I have the most shit to do!?" Jacks anger building as he headed back to his disabled truck. . . .

"CRASH!" another plate shattered . . . 

"Ow! You're hurting me!" Princess whined as she stumbled behind - Jack marching her into the bedroom by her arm . .. 

Without saying a word, he sat on the edge of the bed and effortlessly put Princess over his knee - dress up,  panties down -  he gave her a good hard spanking - greasy hands and all.

"You are not to leave this room until I tell you! -is that clear!?" She just looked up at him - tears welling in her eyes.

Jack went back to his work. He wasnt quite sure what he felt - frustrated, ashamed, turned on . . . "Maybe by dark!" He groaned, climbing back under the truck. He started to get aroused at the thought of his greasy hand prints on her white skin. . . "Later" he dismissed it.

After 25 minutes of wrestling the tubing, he finally got that line installed - on to the last one ... 

"CRASH!" . . . . 

"You gotta be fucking kidding me!" - his pulse quickly rising as he made his way to the house.

Princess once again was standing at the sink, head down, eyes looking up at him - more shards on the floor . . . 

This time Jack pulled her along more quickly, a bit more rough . . . "Daddy!  No! .. . " "ow! Your hurting my arm" . . . he threw her on the bed and went straight to the bureau.

Jack manhandled her out of her dress, panties and bra, and bent her over the foot of the bed. "You know goddam well! . . . " he scolded, pulling her arms behind her back and clicking the cuffs into place . . . "I have shit I need to get done!" . . .  He pushed her feet apart with his own and hooked the ankle cuffs to the eye hooks he installed last year.

Naked, bent over, legs spread wide - princess began to sob.

Jack pulled off his belt - ran his dirty hand roughly over her soft white skin - stepped back . . . and beat her.

Princess cried out as his belt lashed over and over - whipping - bright red welts "I am so sick . . ." His words in time "when I have stuff to do ... . "

"Im sorry Daddy - im sorry! ... " her pleading made him stop . . . .she wept into the matress. . . 

Jack dropped the belt on the floor and stood behind her - against her. He could feel the heat through his pants. He ran his hands up her back - pulled her head up by her hair . . . "Say it again" . .. "im sorry Daddy" she whimpered - he realized at that point just how hard he was.

He slipped his pants down - she was hot . . .  "again" he said - "im sorry Daddy, it wont happen again" his cock fully erect, aching. . . . "Again!"  "Ill be a good girl Daddy, Im sorry . .. " he pushed himself into her - her heat inside matching . . . Jack pulled slowly back . . . Then in . . . Gliding easily . . . 

He held her hips tightly and proceeded to fuck her . . . .Wild . . . Aggressive . . . The headboard slamming against the wall . . .all his frustrations funneling into that moment . . . His bad girl! . . . . 

Princess freely came as Jack pounded her . . . His driving rythm  . . . His unrelenting rythm . . . Skin slapping against wet skin . . . 

Jack let out a loud growling groan as he pulled back and exploded . . . His orgasm splashing over her back . . . . 

A couple minutes later they were both collapsed on the bed, catching their breath . . . 

"I have to get my truck done baby girl" he kissed her forehead  . . . "You want iced tea or a beer Daddy?" .. . . 

Fin ~

It is (was?) My belief, true love will always find a way. Time, distance, circumstances cannot stop it.

I wait, I watch . . . Always ready (often debatable. 😒) - she will find me. We will find each other. If it is meant to be. . . . 

But what if the great voice in the sky, or in my head, or the universe says "I put her right in front of you! You didnt act!"

There is a religious parable that comes to mind - along these lines, but I shall digress on that.

(Insert opinion here _________)

I have had relationships that evolved into love, and I have experienced love at 1st sight. (Quite amazing, that). Perhaps I am delusional in my belief - But I have always felt I have a twin flame - Like I am missing my other half.

Do I wait in the hopes we will collide when the timing is right? Like two polar forces of gravity, inexplicably drawn to each other - or will my hope and waiting result in a lonely life of missed opportunities?

I have hurt and been hurt - I no longer have it in me to go down that wrong road again.

How does one know what they should do??

I suppose there is no universal answer . . . Hope.

Obviously,  I have never found "the one", or I'd be with her . . . 

There is something I know I must say - 

And I know I will feel it when your tears fall.

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A change in destiny, 

A simple shift in planetary alignment,

Right?

In the cold calm . . . 

You know, I will always remember,  

that final day.

The too slow turtle got taken away,

There was only so much I couldnt say.

Only too much to make you stay.

Now a soft gentle rain crosses my heart,

As I reach back in time to the very start.

I dont want to be here, so torn apart,

With scattered thoughts and fading art.

Queens and pawns and players we knew,

Framed the door we both went through.

I know you know I only saw you,

But the deck was stacked, and the cards we drew.

It took years of tears to ease the pain,

At times they fell, lost in the rain.

But somehow in all, theres a lesson to gain,

And the love we shared was not in vain..

I had to wait, to truly let you go.

"Its gonna hurt when it heals too."

Im sorry.   ⚘

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Certain parts omitted - 

Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won

So I took what's mine by eternal right
Took your soul out into the night
.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  

.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  . 

You touched my heart you touched my soul
You changed my life and all my goals
And love is blind and that I knew when
My heart was blinded by you

I've kissed your lips and held your head
Shared your dreams and shared your bed
I know you well, I know your smell
I've been addicted to you

Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me

I am a dreamer but when I wake
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take
And as you move on, remember me
Remember us and all we used to be

I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile
I've watched you sleeping for a while
I'd be the father of your child
I'd spend a lifetime with you

I know your fears and you know mine
We've had our doubts . . . . 
And I love you, I swear that's true

Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me

And I still hold your hand in mine
In mine when I'm asleep
And I will bear my soul in time
.  .  .  .  .  .  .  

Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me

I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Sacha Skarbek / James Blunt

"NEVER!, And I mean - NEVER - Speak to me that way again!" - his hand landing a resounding slap across her unsuspecting cheek. "Do you understand me!?" . . . Before Lisa could even catch her breath, Jack pulled her to the bed by her hair - face down. She began to sob into the pillow.

"Enough!" He ordered from the other side of the room - she fell silent.

She listened as he rummaged,  no words were spoken. A heat began to build, deep within. . . .

"I have not come this far! . . . Worked this hard! . . . . ."

The jolt startled her when Jack pulled her down by her ankles and quickly, (and not all that gently), tied them to the bedposts - then wrists above - spread eagle. . . . "To be disrespected! . . . . In front of my partner no less!! . . . " he went on, his voice echoing off as he went into the bathroom - draws opened and slammed shut . . .   "By a . . . ."  Lisa held her breath as Jack ripped the dress off her body, leaving her in just bra and panties. "Ya know, I have been SO patient with you! . . . Havent I !?"  She dared not . . . . "I buy you nice clothes! . . . Take you to nice restaurants . . . . "  "Daddy, I want that car . . . Daddy I want that ring . . . Daddy I want - Daddy I want! . . .well guess what princess! - Daddy wants to be respected at his VERY (he ripped her panties off to puncuate the point)  important dinner meeting!!"  

"Im sorry Daddy . . . "  she cried into the bed.

If he heard her, he certainly was too focused to respond - blindfold, then gag . . . 

The oil ran down between her legs as Jack dumped it onto her behind - up her back.

He set the bottle on the nightstand and began spreading the oil - she knew what was coming. . . . 

Lisa pulled against her restraints as Jacks hand drove between - not gentle. Oil trailing down her hips, her sides - her body was trembling - fully engaged. His hand violating her - his breath heavy on her neck "You have been a very bad girl!" He growled into her ear - a loud moan - clenched fists, was all she could do as he pushed "the trainer" into her. 

He toweled off his hands and tossed his jacket on the chair -  took off his tie - His mood began the change as he looked at her - spread and tied, her naked body shining in the dim light of the corner lamp . . . He paused . . . His focus moving south . . . He began to ache. . . .

Jack tossed his shirt on the chair and slipped off his belt . . . 

He was done scolding her - his task set. He pulled the heat from her . . . Toyed with her, teased her higher . . . He stiffled the grin as he looked at his glistening fingers. . . 

Lisa cried out - muffled against the gag as his belt lashed her bare skin.

Jack beat her hard and fast, welts quickly rising, her body quivered and shook with each blow - she must be punished - taught a lesson! - bad girl! . . . His fever drove him - his belt leaving a criss-cross pattern across her ass and thighs . . .

She sobbed heavily when Jack finally stopped. Her mind and heat spinning out of control. He stepped out of his pants and laid himself on top of her - his cock hot and hard, pushed between her legs . . . his breathing labored and primal.

Feeling the heat of her ass against him - her wet lust . . . He could not resist - he easily slid into her - she moaned loudly, pulled on the ropes and pushed - lifting herself , spred wide - offering - she needed him to ravage her. Jack was not done yet though . . . He slowly pushed in - deep - as deep as he could go - and held himself there - still. She tried desperately -  reaching for the desire he was refusing to give her - she struggled against the ropes - raised and lowered - pushed and pulled - he kissed her neck softly, . . . and very slowly . . . . pulled out. 

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Jack lifted her right hip and placed his custom made device under her - it was designed to fit the contours of Lisa's body perfectly.  It had a range of intensity settings, and tonight she was getting the full treatment. He set it to "low" and laid down beside her. He had a sadistic light in his eyes as he brushed back her hair and kissed her cheek. "Sshhh" he teased, and turned the remote to the next setting. Lisa began to moan louder, her hips pushing down, her thighs trembling, he kissed her forehead and turned it up again - the vibration getting louder - her pleas getting louder, more desperate.  "You are going to cum for daddy, arent you princess?" "MM HMM" she quickly shook her head and pushed harder - her arms and legs tightened - another notch higher - she was close - short quick spasms, whimpering, trembling - her fists clenched tight - Jack slowly stroked himself - watching her surrender . . . He pulled the gag out of her mouth - "OH GOD!" She cried out - the flood about to release . . . .

Jack hit the "off" button . . . He sat quietly and watched as her body convulsed and twitched . . . "Bad girl" he whispered in her ear, kissed her cheek and stood up. 

The oil felt cold against her hot welts as Jack prepared her for another round. He teased her pussy, but only briefly - he knew she was very close. He caressed her ass and then continued her punishment once again - the belt giving a loud "crack" with each blow . . . "I'm sorry Daddy"! She cried, "ill be a good girl"  his belt stung across her ass again - her arms and legs straining against the ropes. "You promise!?" He whipped her hard one last time "yes Daddy, yes!" . . . 

He laid himself beside her and ran his fingers gently over the welts - playing in his handy work . . . "kiss me" he said, then latched on to her tongue -  held her tight and turned the machine back on. She squealed and began to shake,  quickly going back up to where he had left off.

She shook uncontrollably as Jack turned the dial up  - "cum for me Princess! Cum for Daddy". She convusled and went hoarse - he turned it to "high" and the floodgates let go - she gushed . . .  wave after wave, her eyes rolled back , her body tightened and twisted . . . 

Jack brought Lisa down slowly as the waves subsided, her body covered with sweat and oil . . .

He undid the ropes and released her - held her as she caught her breath.

Lisa's hand slowly made its way down and gently traced his erection.  "What are you going to do about that Princess?" He asked, Looking down at his condition. She kissed his cheek and moved down,  knelt between his legs and went about taking care of her master. Not long, as to be expected, and she gave him the release he needed - taking in all of his love for her.

Neither bothered to get up to shut off the lights, as they soon fell asleep - spent - in each others arms.

Fin ~

. . . . .if you were a cartoon?

Why?

I think I would be Bender.  😏

(Bend her  😊)

He has a laughing, sarcastic, funny side - but also a tragic past and a big heart.

I want to grab a thick handfull of your hair - breathe deeply your scent - march you to the kitchen table and firmly bend you over.

I want to lift your dress and drop your panties - then while still firmly holding you by the hair, spank your behind with a wooden paddle until you cry and squeal - whimpering like an anxious puppy.

Then I want to release my erection and slide it into you - I want to hold you by the hips and fuck you aggressively - until I reach elation and cum all over your hot ass!

Then I think maybe mexican . . .

Sound good?

Ladies and Gentlemen, 

I would like to introduce you to my new friends . . . 

This is Marietta, 

Master of the culinary arts, pollinating, and the proud mother of 263. She enjoys long flights on the beach and quiet evenings.

Up next is Rosie,

She is currently enrolled in modeling classes and personally, I think she is doing great.

Little Missy,

What can I say - Little Missy is, well . . .Little Missy.  ☺

The big camera frightened her a bit - I didnt push it.

Next is Yolanda,

She is a pleasant girl but done with men - wouldnt come anywhere near me.

Love you anyway. 😚

Ms nosey . . . .

The next 2 are Strider and Tyson,

Not very social.

The photo doesn't do him justice but Tyson is a translucent copper color - his wings sparkle and flash in the sun.

He threatened to sting me in my sleep if I did not include him, so Ladies and Gentlemen  . . . . Spike . . . 

*7/23 - This young lady just landed on my forehead,  lol. ☺

I asked her name and she said no one has ever named her.  😔

7/28 - 1st moments of her new life ☺

(None of the chosen names are in any way in reference to any persons)

I posted this awhile back and got zero response - not exactly sure why but figured I would post it again.

I didn't know at the time, that was a thing - there was a name for it.

I only knew to try and manipulate the situation more to my liking - Fulfill my desires. "Do this - oh no, dont do that", etc. "Your doing it again", she said. "What Mistress?" "Topping from the bottom".  😏👈

To my knowledge,  there is no handbook "etiquette for mindset - while your tied up and being beat - for dummies" lol. Maybe there should be? (Reference to the series, not the person)

I must admit, I dont fully understand some dynamics of being submissive. I myself, by my nature, am dominant. I do know, however, what it is like to be submissive to someone, to feel submissive. One aspect I do not understand is, how submissive? 

Suppose the one dominating has a fetish for making his/her sub bark like a dog? All the time, bark like a dog. Would it/could it be fulfilling just knowing you are granting the wishes of your Dom/Domme? Or would a scenario like that leave you yourself wanting for something else? Is it established in advance what the submissive wants? Particulars I mean - Or is a good chemistry and just being submissive enough?

At what point do you say, "ya know, this isnt really what I want".?

I suppose in a perfect world, what the Dom/Domme prefers doing, matches what the sub likes having done to them.

Thoughts? Comments?