Enlightenment

Feel me beside you, as I guide you.

I’ll be your shelter but I never wanna hide you!

I wanna chase you, not replace you.

Take the reigns, lead you round while I pace you.

I’ll feed your furnace, then I’ll stoke it til it gets white hot.

Rev your engine, drive you hard and see just what you got!

Under your bonnet’s where I need, let me crawl inside.

Then sit back all buckled up and enjoy the ride!

I’ll make you weep so deep you’ll forget how to cry.

Then I’ll wipe your tears as you learn to fly!

I’ll be your drug not some thug, that ain’t what you need.

The one you hug without a shrug, ‘cause I make you bleed.

I’ll cuff you when I bust you, yeah I’ll be the bad cop!

It’s what you need, you can scream, but I ain’t gonna stop!

Once you submit I’ll go to work ‘til your soul is mine.

But don’t forget it’s yin and yang, you’ll be repaid in kind.

Bear Attack Survival Guide:

If you find youself face to face with a Bear, follow these steps and you may just survive.

1. Don't panic and don't try to run.

2. Do not make eye contact. The bear will almost certainly see this as a threat or challenge.

3. Lay face down on the ground. Interlace your fingers behind your neck and spread you legs wide apart. This will help protect your neck and prevent the bear from easily roling you over.

4. The bear may sniff or paw at you, resist the urge to move. Bears will often paw at or otherwise play with things to see if they will react. Hold your composure.

5. Your clothing may be ripped and torn away, don't worry about them, they can be replaced. The bear's claws are strong and sharp and may also accidentally clut the flesh.

6. Stay perfectly still and remain in what ever position you wind up in. Do not resist.

7. If you do make a noise or move the bear is liable to become agitated and may proceed to maul you.

8. If you find yourself being mauled by the Bear, it is important to rememebr bears don't understand safe words.

9. You're best bet at this point is to thank the bear for taking the time to maul you, and beg forgiveness for not treading with greater care. You may even be smart to offer to perform tasks for the bear to prove your sincerity. Bears appreciate willingness.

10. Be ready to fetch a small sapling or switch from a nearby tree and offer to accept the Bear's punishment. If you are very lucky, he may use his flogger to warm your flesh first.Bears are well known for their love of impact play.

11. Bears can be very territorial and do not like anyone foraging in their honey pots. For this reason you may find the bear straping you into a chastity belt while he's away foraging.

12. It can't hurt to remind the bear how pwerful his paws truly are and how much you appreciate him taking his time to use them on you when you've been naughty.

13. While at or near it's den, the bear may dicide to drag you into the woods and lash you to a tree were he may opt to maul you again.

14. Bear's love their honey pots constatnly full to overflowing, so daily edging is practicaly guaranteed. Your bear will almost certainly want his honey pot warm, viscous, and ready for him at all times.

14. Remember a Bear can usually be distracted by loud metallic sounds. Bring a bell to ring just in case the mauling becomes to much to "bear".... it could be your only chance to survive.

Finally, if you remember these tips you may be able to not only survive but enjoy nightly Bear maulings for years to cum.

Good luck, and happy Bear season!

Seems to me that while the world is chokin',

we need to stop and look 'round, figure out what's broken.

Some wannabes see Doms as having it made,

but take a close look, he's not chill in the shade.

A Domanant doesn't just sit in his tower

sayin' "Yo', check me out, I got all o' da' power!"

He get's his hands dirty, and no that's not some pun.

If his sub isn't happy, then "Sir's" job isn't done.

That Master has busted his balls, Twentyfour Seven,

Mastering the art of how to launch her to her heaven.

Walking this path is no easy task

We plan carfully man, down to the mask.

He's taxing his mind as he plays with her body,

Can she take much more, is my rope work shoddy?

If you want to be safe you can't do this on a whim.

The reason's quite clear, it's for her not for him.

Train yourself to listen to all the clues she gives,

'cause once she starts flyin' you both get to live.

For the love of the gods, power's not something you take.

If that's still what you think, then we think you're "fake".

I've said it before and I'll repeat by the hour,

Until she gives it to you, YOU AIN'T GOT NO POWER.

So be that guy, with his mind and eyes wide open,

Then you can get down to some real whippin' and roppin'

Before I close, there's one thing I forgot...

You can't force a sub to be what she's not.

Mas·ter
[ˈmastər]
NOUN
1. a man who has people working for him, especially servants or slaves.
2. a man in charge of an organization or group.
3. a skilled practitioner of a particular art or activity.
4. a person who holds a second or further degree from a university or other academic institution (only in titles and set expressions).
ADJECTIVE

1. having or showing very great skill or proficiency.
2. main; principal.
VERB

1. acquire complete knowledge or skill in (an accomplishment, technique, or art).
2. gain control of; overcome.

Just something for Master to remember

I don't really now how to start...

Words don't normally fail me.

I've harmed the wrong person,

and there's no way to take it back.

Let's see if I can take away some of the pain.

The words

(written for her)

I thought them,

but the words were not mine.

I spoke them,

but the words were not mine.

I orchestrated them,

but the words were not mine.

I wrote them,

but the words were not mine.

I rushed to get them out,

but the words were not mine.

I spat them at you like venom,

but the words were not mine.

They cut you like knives,

but the words were not mine.

You did nothing to deserve them,

but the words were not mine.

I know they came from me,

but... the words... were not mine.

The Lodestone (written for her)

The thing that caused it has been rectified. The deed however remains done. When words fail the poet and nothing can end his suffering for the wrong he has visited, there is no salvation. There is no way out of this toment. It has been bought and paid for through my own selfish pride. I torment myself because I know you would never... and knowing that you would never do it, only it cubes the weight I carry. I would carry this apology to your door on bare feet to make you know it's sincerity, not for my pardon, but to lighten what I have placed on you. I want nothing  more than to burn the words that I loosed upon you and If it were possible I would consume their ashes and dine blissfuly on them if only to bring you an ounce of te joy you gifted to me. I am ashamed to call myself Dom, but I will carry my shame and learn from it, even if the only comfort you ever receive is the possibility of what I say next being true... It will never happen to another.

The Apology

(written for her)

I sit here penitent, reaping that which I have sown.

I haven't the right to ask for forgiveness,

and yet I pray that  the chance is not already blown.

For what I did there is no defense. It was like a car wreck it happened so fast I had no idea what I had done until it was too late... I then sat in shock of my actions. Slowly, it came upon me what I had done, and still I coud not believe. It was me, but it wasn't. I want to lay blame but cannot, for it was myself who allowed it to happen. Every single syllable was aimed at you, an innocent who had nothing to do with any of what was going on.

I am sorry.

Oh no, it's back again isn't it? ....that little itch? I see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice, in your walk. Come here. That need, that urge, that pull from the center of your soul. It's alright... I understand, mine never really goes away either. Take your place now... Remember the cuffs... It's time to feed your soul, time to calm that ache, that emptiness. Begin! We will calm these things together. You need to give yourself, release yourself, forget yourself. 10 minutes ago, gone! Count each stroke. This act is your salvation and I will be your mesiah, your horned god, and your resurection. You may not cum until I say so... 10 days ago never happened! I will take you, break you, and remake you. Don't drop it. 10 months ago, erased! You forget the past faster with each stroke... I said count! 10 years ago, never existed! You feel it happening... finally...Nothingness. Float there for a short eternity............... time to bring you back. Breath finds your lungs and you gasp. You are mine after all. I stroke my lovely plaything, my hair, my body. I release your bonds, but you and I know you were truly freed from the moment they snapped shut. As you return to yourself, I see it, the tiniest ember that renews the process. And I think to myself, "Oh good, it's back again isn't it?".....

Sometimes you just have to step back and take a look at the big picture...

Don't settle for close if it isn't what you want.

You want a white chocolate macadamia nut cookie?

Don't settle for the oatmeal with raisins.

Not that it really matters to you what the cookie thinks...

But on a more universal level that oatmeal with raisins needs something that you can't give.

It needs to find the mouth that is going to enjoy it to its fullest and be able to appreciate all that it as a cookie is and has to offer.

Sure you can pick that cookie up and eat it.

Which is, after all, what the cookie wants... but it NEEDS to be enjoyed.

It needs to be savored, it may need to be dunked in milk, it may need to find itself on the bottom of an ice cream piled with nuts.

(I don't know... How would I know what the cookies hard limist are. Maybe it doesn't like "nut play", fine whatever.)

But ultimately, you won't be satisfied with this cookie... it's not what you were looking for, not what YOU need.

So, you have to be wiling to let that cookie go so both of you may find the thing you want and NEED.

Hmmph mmm you knrow dees cookeesh are so tashtee umph... *gulp swallow*. Mmmm I need some milk...

The sad truth is... those who should be reading this probably won't... but that's not really who it's for anyway.

To All the Doms They've Loved Before

Now, I'm not trying to start a fight. and I'm not here just pointing fingers...

I'd just like to try and shed some light, on some not so pleasurable stingers.

I think it's safe to say we care, but not always about what we should...

Don't look around the room and stare, you KNOW you don't always good.

We play with dolls laugh and carouse, yeah, we think our shit don't stink.

Sure you can get in her head and blouse, but did you ever stop to think?

That's not a peice of meat you prick, not something to cast away.

That kind of shit should make us all sick, this ain't 50 Shades of fuckin' Grey.

You strut around with your head held high, feeling like your god's gift to women.

You scheme and play to to get between their thighs, whithout ever caring what's really in em'.

There's a mind and spirit stronger than yours, they can reach the vertical limit.

There's enough love in there to fill all your stores, if you'd ever care to look what's in it.

It's us should be punished, tortured, and spanked, we're the one's who create this folly.

It's them should be worshipped, adored, and thanked, so make sure you give all to your dollie.

If the thing is broke then you be the man, and you work your ass of to fix it.

'Cause falling in love may not be the plan, but you're the Dom so why did you risk it?

We all need to take stock sometimes, and ask ourselves if we should,

Before we go reaching for that juicy lime, "is it best for her, is this good?"

So put on your big boy pants oh "Sir", cleaned and pressed by "her" whence you got 'em,

always remember dear "Sir" you don't deserve her, fuck, you might as well be a bottom.

You need pain, I'll give it.

You need tasks, I'll provide.

You need rules, I'll make them.

You need discipline, I'll enforce it.

You need healing, I'll be gentle.

You need passion, I'll burn.

You need sensations, I'll get the box.

You need affirmation, I'll be your mirror.

You need my strength, I'll flex.

You need forgiveness, I'll hear your confessions.

You need direction, I'll be your guide.

You need a friend, I'll be your best.

You need a lover, I'll be the one.

You need a master, I'll push your limits.

You need a father, I'll hold your hand.

You need an owner, I'll hold your leash.

You need restraint, I'll tie the rope.

You need comfort, I'll be your shoulder

Whatever you need, I'll be there.

Take your fears and your secrets, take them deep inside. Hide them well, don't let me see where. I'll count to ten million. Then, when you're ready, I will hunt. I will crawl inside. I will find every nook, every crevasse, no matter how big, no matter how small.  You may not see me coming, but you will feel me, inside. Mask them, fake them, you cannot throw me off the scent, your fear is the sweetest aroma I have ever known. It draws me deeper than you dared dream I'd go. *sniffs* Oh, I know that smell... arund this corner, there it is. Trembling even more now that it knows I have found its' hiding place. It has no where to run, no chance of escape. I stalk closer, slowly, carefully, mindfull of it's eye movements as it searches for a way out. If it moves I will pounce, but as I move in it is too frightened to run or fight. I lower my mouth full of razor sharp teeth, and... I gently begin to lick away the cold, I lay beside it to give it my warmth. I will protect it. I will care for it, and as it grows I am there. I will give it strength to stand on its' own though never let it out of my site.

You are my prey, make no mistake.