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Flying in Chains

This blog is where my truths lie. I share myself, stripped, whipped.
3 years ago. February 5, 2021 at 3:28 AM

 This is not seasonal affective disorder

This is depression

This is trauma

This is self-hate

This is triggered

I can't be alone without wanting to cry

I can't be with you without feeling dirty

I don't deserve you

I hear all the 'sorry' you say

I don't feel human

I can't even lie

You don't even hear me.

Let me have a Dom.

3 years ago. January 27, 2021 at 3:19 AM

In the middle of it all

I'm alone.

Your mistaken copulation

Cost me peace.

I fight the loss of desire with you

Your peace is more important.

Lubes and shut eyes let me imagine the before...

While you apologized

My trust in you is broken.

I know you're no Dom, my love

But would One be safer?

3 years ago. January 13, 2021 at 4:11 AM

Building you up

my love,

Took away from me.

Squashed fresh buds of adventure

To fight that old battle, depression.

A balance between meeting my wants and your needs.

I fight making choices I'd regret.

My resolve is slipping

Like a wet glass.

3 years ago. December 19, 2020 at 5:12 PM

Old nightmare of mine revisited

We talked

I shared my trauma

I need your comfort

You have my consent

But there you lay

A pillow prince

All the work I do for you

In and out of bed

Is not what I want

You being my Dom

Is

3 years ago. December 19, 2020 at 3:24 PM

Loop by loop

Twists

Turns

Silken

Ropes

I wonder what it feels like

Beautiful, sculptural

Art

Bound

I'm wet...

Tied.

Go

3 years ago. December 15, 2020 at 8:54 PM

Like the pieces on a go board

I'm deciding

How far do I go?

No Dom at home that's mine

Just a sweet husband

He tries; scared

I'm ready

To GO.

How much do I share to a 

Stranger

A Master

How far do I go?

 

3 years ago. December 13, 2020 at 8:39 PM

Temps are falling

Long nights

Home feels like a unhappy cage

Even emptier when you're here

When you tease me

When you take and leave me

Hanging.

"No Dom" you say

But you won't step up.

I'm left with fantasies of

Leather

Rope

Wax

St. Andrew's crosses and fun restraints

Of tasks and directives

Of "come here, pet"

And "tell me your thoughts"

3 years ago. December 8, 2020 at 11:16 PM

Fond memories

Floury hands

Chocolate on my nose

Brownies cooling

"Messy pet," you said, as you clean chocolate off my nipples.

You made me feel beautiful

I fight these old memories as I live in

This marriage

Where much is vanilla

I crave that chocolate

 

3 years ago. December 6, 2020 at 11:37 PM

He's downstairs playing...

I'm upstairs playing

Taking directions

Waiting for permission

To fall

My chair full of proof of lust

I lick it up

Husband of mine,

You should explore who I really am

Before the digital Dom comes and I cum running

3 years ago. December 5, 2020 at 1:05 AM

A new PS5 he has.

He taps the buttons, manipulates toggles.

While my husband explores Valhalla,

I fantasize of strong arms

Hard members

Spanking

Tapping

Manipulating my soft, wet, fat

Flesh.

Take me to that old hall of the gods...

Help me escape

Make me feel like I'm at the end of the world...

Waiting for your final

Stroke