Name' sake

You are searching for your perfect mate - clubs, bars, grocery store, library, local sex toy store, etc  - probably most common and most convenient  - online.

You bump into someone,  you click - lots in common - your talking more and more, getting closer - closer - you start to get excited "omg! This could be the one!" . . . .

They seem like the perfect match -

Then it happens  . . . . The deal breaker! 😔

Despite all signs pointing to yes! - what is that one thing you simply cannot overlook?

I ___________ hereby enter into this relationship with ___________ on this the ____ day of ______, 2020.

I am entering into this relationship of my own free will.

I am entering into this relationship without force, coercion, or under duress.(fear of bodily harm (😊))

I acknowledge this relationship will require faith, trust, honesty, openness, and above all - communication. I swear before ________ and all parties involved, I will do my best to do so.

I acknowledge that I do not forfeit my rights as an individual. 

I acknowledge that I do not forfeit my right to a happy and fullfilling life.

I acknowledge that I do not forfeit my right to be loved for who I am, and/or helped and encouraged to be even better.

I also acknowledge that all physical acts of intimacy shall be consentual and openly discussed beforehand.

Signed ___________

Signed ___________

Searchin’
Song by Blackfoot
 
Well, I'm walkin' on a road that
Ends when I'm gone
Lawd, I'm runnin', yeah, from all the things
I fear the most
I need some directions on how, that I can find my life
Well, I'm just like you, I Lawd, I'm searchin'
Well, they tell me that a man must crawl before he can walk
Yes, they told me, oooh. you gotta cry before you can talk
I've done me enough crawlin'
It made me moan and cry out loud,
Are you with me now?
Searchin' for the life you cannot find
Searchin' for the one you left behind
Gotta give me a reason, show me your light
Stand up and fight for yourself
Oooh. are you searchin'
Can you remember when you were young, you had your fun
And your first love stole your heart, maybe tore it apart
And did you pick up the pieces
Right or wrong, were you strong to fight?
Well, I was just like you, l...
Searchin' for the one you cannot find
Searchin' for the one you left behind
Searchin' for the one you left behind
Gotta give me a reason, show me your light
Stand up and fight for yourself

Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Rick Medlocke / Jackson Spires

As far back as he could remember, old barns really effected him . . . Deeply.

He didnt know why that was exactly,  but the smells - hay, old wood, rusty iron - it fueled something in him . . . 

A firm grip on her arm, Daddy marched Princess into the barn without a word, and roughly pulled her down to the loose hay in the center of the old building - a pile left from the conveyor that used to sit in that spot, feeding bails to the loft. He knelt beside her, holding her down with his left arm, and quickly produced the cuffs from his bag. Princess had stopped fighting to get away - she knew.

"I warned you! Didnt I?" He scolded, half to himself, his trembling hands making it difficult to get the cuffs on her. He brushed his hair back and stood up. It was musty, muggy in the barn, sweat beginning to form on his brow - he checked to make sure his lip had stopped bleeding - it had. Princess laid still, hands bound in front of her, her hair half covering her face, bits of straw speckled her dress. Daddy took a deep breath, calming himself,  he ached down there. He took another calming breath and knelt beside her, brushing the hair out of her face "I warned you, . . . didnt I baby girl?" He said in a much gentler tone. Princess held perfectly still - looking at him. His eyes washed over her body, his captive beauty laid out before him, He ran his hand slowly up her thigh, he could feel her tense, but still did not move. His hand went high enough to remember,  he had taken her panties at the restaurant. "Slow down" he thought to himself and adjusted her dress back down and leaned close to her, gently kissing her cheek. "you've been a bad girl . . . " he whispered,  his voice giving him away. He kissed her neck, nestled in her hair "I'll be a good girl Daddy" she whispered very softly in his ear, "I promise" . . A wave of excitement rushed through his entire body, concentrated centrally - "you said that before sweetheart" . . . he needed more, . . . "I promise Daddy ". . . her tone, her pleading drove him wild - He straddled her and they kissed - hot, sweaty - primal - his tongue invading her - he felt like he was going to tear his pants, pushing, throbbing . . . her body lifted to meet his, grinding  . . . his hot breath against hers - he suddenly broke their momentum, leaned back and stood up, pulling her with him - "slow down!" He reminded himself a second time - his trembling had increased.

Holding her restraints, Daddy scanned the room - (more to calm himself than anything, he already knew what he was going to do). He pulled her along and made his way to the back wall - she stumbled awkwardly behind. He grabbed a long rope and headed back to where they were. After tying a quick knot to the center of the cuffs, he threw the rope high and over the beam directly above them - Catching the rope as it came back down. He stepped back, steadily pulling the rope until princess' arms were straight above her head, she let out a whimper as the rope tightened - her back arched but feet still firmly on the ground - he tied off the rope to the post a dozen or so feet away, then pulled a soft cotton length of rope and blind fold from his bag. A few seconds and her ankles were bound together and the black silk blindfold covered her eyes - she was his.

A thin bead of sweat traced its way down his chest as Daddy stepped back to admire his work- he took his shirt off. The dim yellow light above cast the pefect amount of shadow across her curves, - She whimpered softly and tilted her head back. He started to undo his pants - "not yet" he thought . . .and re-did the buckle. He could hardly breathe as he made his way back to her, his manhood aching - He circled her, close but not touching her, admiring - hunger drove his pounding heart. He stood behind her and reached up, holding her hands - then traced his way slowly down her arms, pushing himself against her - "Please Daddy, Ill be a good girl . . . Please."  (The dance). "Sshhhh"

He stepped in front of her , her scent . . .her body . . .her beautiful body . . . He brushed his cheek against hers - kissed her neck, his arms holding her firmly - panting . . . begging - he slid his right hand down between them - she moaned  . .  He could feel her heat - he kissed her - hard - she welcomed him, her hot breath, her tongue reaching for his . . . . Her teeth held his bottom lip as he pulled away - they kissed again, passion ready to explode . . . 

*****

Daddy stood silent - behind her once again - princess was still - listening . . . Waiting . . . without warning he tore her dress completely off - one quick move - she gasped, - her body shook . . . suddenly she was exposed  - completely naked. He held himself close against her, His hands rounded her soft skin, her breasts upward, nipples hard - "bad girl" he whispered - pushing himself harder . . .her trembling thighs - soft round ass against his hard member . . .

"no more delays" he thought to himself and reached for the leather strap from his bag.

Her tender naked body twitched and pulled as he teased the end of the strap down her side, across her bottom  . . ."Ill be good Daddy, I promise, ill be a good girl" she pleaded with more desperation "hush!  . . . too late now baby girl" . . . Her legs, bound together, ached to be free as he lightly teased her with his finger - then tucked his hand between them - cupping her, holding her - she was burning up - she tried to rub on his hand - he denied her and pulled away.

He wrapped the 3 foot soft leather strap twice around his right hand,  ran his left slowly down her back - down her bottom, and took a step back - princess held her breath, clenched fists  - he raised the strap . . . . .

"Wait!"  

. . . He paused . . . "Listen!"

"What?" . . . "Listen!". . .  "What baby girl?"

"There it is again! - sshhh" . . . "I dont hear anything" he lowered the strap and stepped close .

The unmistakable sound of a kitten crying in the distance . . . 

"Let me down!" Princess bounced her knees "let me down Daddy - let me down" "ok baby ok, hold on". The kitten meowed again. Daddy looked at the ceiling high above - then down at himself . . . He released her and took the cuffs off - she wouldnt hardly hold still long enough for him to get the rope off of her ankles, balancing - her hand on his head as he fiddled with the knot. "Hold still" "come on Daddy, hurry".

Daddy right behind,  princess followed the sound to the far corner of the barn - in the dim light, behind the tractor - was 3 little baby kittens and a mamma trying to free a 4th that had gotten its paw stuck in a crack in the old floor boards. Mamma kitty backed away and hissed a mean warning at Princess as she knelt down to try and help.

"Here baby, let me" Daddy quickly had the little grey puff ball free and set her down close to mamma kitty and her 3 siblings. Poor thing was terrified. "Aaawww, oh my god" princess held her hands to her mouth, knelt in the straw, watching as mamma kitty cleaned her baby's. "Can we . . ." She wasnt able to finish what she was about to ask "ill get some food and milk for them " he leaned down and kissed her forehead on his way to the house.

Moments later Daddy returned with food and milk for the kitty's,  a soft towel for them to lay on, a robe for Princess, and a large fluffy blanket for the two of them.

Princess and Daddy curled up in their blanket a few feet away and watched as the kittens played and played. One by one they grew tired and nestled up to mamma kitty, soon fast asleep. Princess too, had fallen asleep - nestled against Daddy, his arms wrapped tightly around her - the night was still and quiet - the only sound . . .  mamma kitty purring . . .

Alternative ending cumming soon 😏

Many years ago someone once said to me "you could not push her with a herd of elephants,  but you can lead her with a thread ". (RIP Gram)

I have never forgotten that, in my mind it is always there. My actions at times may not have reflected such, but I am always aware.

In this world - "this" world, there are littles, and brats, submissives and dommes, switches . . . and . . . You get the point. Such diversity, but I believe all have things in common, simply by being "She".

She is happy for no reason, can be sad for the same - laugh like an angel or cry in shame.

She longs to be held, to be understood, She wants YOU to know whats for her own good.

She was gods greatest gift, as you go down in flames - You curse the heavens you cant forget her name.

She can breathe new life , or rob your soul - her heart can shine bright or be black as coal.

She is simple in her complexity - a spirit that longs to be free, like a dolphin in the ocean or a gull at the sea.

Demon in disguise or damsel in distress,  She can make you ache in that little black dress.

She will leave tear stains on your pillow, you'll never forget, when she was hurting because you hadnt come home yet. 

Hell hath no fury as a woman in scorn, She can make you regret the day you were born. (Thats pretty good 😏)

Magic and mystery throughout the ages, a star upon all of lifes stages.

She can be blonde, or a redhead, black or brunette - and they come in all sizes, let us not forget.

A truly sad place this world would be, without the many flavors of "she".

Hhmm?

 . . . Down the alley, late  - not totally secluded, but not mainstreet. Dim light casting mostly on the pole itself.
Flies buzzing around the over stuffed dumpsters - boxes and bottles strewn about
The smell of piss and grease - hot muggy night.
- a lone dog barks in the distance - the wail of another cop car speeding by on the next block . . .as the siren fades into its destiny, the only remaining sound is her heels on the gritty pavement as he leads her to the whipping pole.. . . Again.
A rope and her long raven hair in one hand - leather strap in the other - challenge me! - I DARE you!

A drunk slurs out an inaudible diatribe as he passes the far end of the alley - "perfect" Jack thought - tossing the rope over the linemans peg ten foot up. 

A slight whimper escaped Hana's lips when he gave the rope one last pull for good measure, arms high - her small slender frame fully extended against the hard splintered pole.

A bottle crashes on the sidewalk, a couple fighting floors above. Wrestless night, the mood was palpable.

"Im going to enjoy this"  his breath on her neck - his tone gave her a cold chill.

He brushed her hair forward, looked up the alley, down the alley - and with a forceful tear, ripped her dress off, as if some minor inconvenience. Her body trembled, heat between her legs - the rush of being completely naked, helpless - in public. Any passerby could witness her punishment. She moaned to the pole, her trusted betrayer.

Jack kissed her cheek, kicked her feet apart, and caressed her soft behind.

Even though she fully expected the familiar sting, the sudden lash across her bottom shook her - waves crashing through, another - he whipped her hard and fast - another - she could feel the welts building already - another! - her body trembled - she held herself tight against the dirty pole - oh god! - another! - she moaned - her mind reeled - "people can hear this, people can see me". The strap found its mark against her tender thighs - another!. He whipped her again . . . The unmistakable sound of old leather against bare skin echoed through the alley - she let out a loud moan, she didnt care - she wanted people to know, to hear - to see . ..

The hot pain consumed her, she surrendered, her body was his, her sex was his - oh god yes! He seemed to know, the strap landed harder - YES! - AGAIN . . . 

Like a coaster on its highest descent, free fall -  she released her breath - the beating stopped.

Waves pulsed through her naked body, the pain, the burning pleasure - his breathing heavy , once again on her neck - his hard member pushed against her back. Both speechless,  panting .. . 

Without a word he undid the rope, -  she slowly lowered her stiff arms and brought her feet back together. Jack picked up her torn dress and offered it to her bound hands - not looking at her. She took the balled up dress and looked up at him,  her best "im sorry" look - "come on" he said coldly, grabbing her by the arm "we're going home - you can make it up to me there".

They headed back out of the alley,  Jacks pants revealing his mood, Hana, holding her only cover close - naked, hot red welts across her behind - Jack didnt care if anyone saw - Hana was secretly hoping someone did .. .

I can be anything I want to be, in this time space menagerie. All of the piece's, they make up the "me".

I can seek pleasure, I can seek pain - at the end of it all, arent they one in the same?

In "I love you" there is no shame - in "Im sorry" should be no blame.

If I cry, I do not wish you to weep, for the sworn promises you could not keep.

If my heart gets broken by a love I held dear, I must take the time to look in the mirror.

I can help those who seem to be falling, and who knows, it might be my lifes calling.

When the end has come and my time has run out - there is only one thing I can say without doubt - 

I came into this world alone, - in death alone I will be - I have only one to answer to -

and that is me ~

For the longest time my moto was "Trust no one".

My current position in life, looking back, would re-affirm that. But to be fully alive with a loved one, you must have trust - yes?

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Trust

/trəst/

firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone or something.

"relations have to be built on trust"

Verb

believe in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of.

"I should never have trusted her"

(Theres irony 😏).

At this point in my life I truly ponder this - what is trust? How much trust? Is it suicide to trust someone completely?

So many times in life I have said "wow! Didnt see that coming!

Enlighten me . . . . Please

Princess was out of the car and headed in before Daddy even shut it off. He watched her scurry into the house and quickly close the door, a lust filled grin on his face.

He tripped over her shoes as he stepped in  "Come here baby girl" he called, slipping his own shoes off and closing the door "Come to Daddy . . . "

He tossed his jacket on the sofa on his way to her room . . . .  "Unlock this door pumpkin"   "NO!"

"Princess . . .honey, . . .unlock the door sweetheart"  "No" came a muffled reply.

"You've got to the count of 3 . . . "

" 1 . . . "

" 2 . . . "

He put his ear to the door . . . 

Nothing

" 3! " he warned heading to the kitchen for a butter knife.

He quickly had the door popped open, only to find an empty room.

"Princess?" He called quietly, looking around. He checked the closet . .  under the bed. . . She was gone.

He walked across the room and pulled the curtain back - as he suspected, the window wasn't fully shut, just like last time. "Ok . . .ok" he thought to himself "its gonna be like that is it".

He grabbed his bag of "essentials", as he called it, out of the closet, slipped his shoes back on, and headed out the back door.

He stood quiet for a moment, listening.

Nothing but the typical late evening summer sounds on their 22 acre country plot. The old pole light casting a dim yellow across the back yard. He walked to the shed, the lock was still in place, "come to Daddy kitten" he called towards the woods. 

Silence

He walked quietly over to the barn and stood silent next to the door, listening.

He was scanning the tree line when he heard a soft "ouch" whispered from inside the barn.

He smiled.

"I know your in here pumpkin" he said eerily, and stepped inside the dark barn.

Making his way to the left wall, he reached for the light switch. He clicked the light on and turned just in time to see her run around the opposite corner and out into the woods.

"Come on baby girl, you only making it harder on yourself" he called behind her, heading towards the tree line.

"Come here!" He ordered, chasing after her. "No", she ducked behind the next tree. He went to the far side of the old oak she was hiding behind - he came around the backside just as she was about to bolt - she ran right into him. "Ha!" He exclaimed, grabbing ahold of her. "No!" She squealed and broke free, making a run for the house. He dropped his bag and ran after her, quickly tumbling both of them to the ground.

She squirmed,  trying to break free, but princess was no match for Daddy physically - he quickly had her on her back, pinned to the ground, arms over her head. They laid panting, trying to catch their breath. "Your in trouble now little girl" he said, hovering over her, and leaned down to kiss her. "No!", she turned her head. He held her wrists with one hand and grabbed her face, turning her back and kissed her hard on the lips. She went limp. "Sorry Daddy" she said softly. "Its too late pumpkin" he kissed her again. She bit his lip. . . Hard.

He held his hand to his mouth and looked at his fingers - he was bleeding.

"Oh ho ho, you've done it now you little bitch" he said through his teeth. "Let me go!" She demanded.

"Ive about had it with your atti . . . ."

Before he could finish what he was saying, she swung her right leg up and caught him square in the balls.

He recoiled with a groan, grabbing his crotch - rolling off of her.

She scrambled to get up but just as she was about to get away, he reached up and latched on to her ankle, pulling her back down. He climbed on top of her and once again pinned her arms over her head, his feet on top of her legs.

"You! . . Young lady . . . Are in deep trouble" he glared over her.

He leaned down to try and kiss her - she spit at him.

In one quick movement, he stood them both up, had her by the hair, and after picking up his bag, was marching her towards the barn.