Writings for Future Book

Wings

Gray feathers fell on the ground

Without even a single sound

Silver tears followed

White liquid was swallowed

Forbidden fruit was shoved down her throat

She fell down painfully on her knees

She was tied down with great loath

She was given a thorny and poisoned kiss

Stripped down out of her innocence

Marked with sins

Darkness so intense

The devil wins

• Written around 2016-2017
• Was published in a School Literary Folio
• Tl;dr: An innocent angel was tainted. 

Before I start, I think the polite way of starting this is by introducing myself. Hello, my name is Tony. I just recently joined "The Cage". The main reason, aside from coming to terms with myself, was also due to the fact that I am planning to gain knowledge in BDSM. That is mostly it. I did not keep it a secret. It's on my profile. I say it when curious people asked about it. Knowledge for me is the most important thing. I will do whatever it takes to get it. When I write, I want to make it as authentic as possible, not one of those 50 Shades of Gray Bullshit. So, I came here.

Now, in order to write the part, I need to BE the part. And so, I started trying to find myself a Dom. I found potential Doms that I can use for my research.

And, can I just say, what the fuck? Is this how BDSM works? It didn't seem to work well for me.

I know when it comes to BDSM, Doms have their own way of handling their own submissives. The Doms that have been talking to me all had their own ways which didn't match with mine, honestly.

I replied to all the Doms that messaged me, politely gave them my Kik and gave them all the same selfie. (The most recent, decent one I have.) Surprisingly, no one really hated the way I look like despite the fact that I look pretty shit. Maybe they were desperate. Maybe they find my looks exotic, a shiny new toy, mayhaps. I made sure to be as honest as I can in whatever they ask. I told them about my virginity and my book. (Yes, I am 20 and a virgin. Yes, I live quite the lonely life.) I'm afraid though, it doesn't really work out, not with them.

Here are the most laughable things I have experienced with the Doms.

• A dom had asked me to write "I am Tony. I am a sub being trained by Sir_____." ten times in a piece of paper. (What am I, a second grader?)
• A dom gave me a BDSM chart taken from google. He then told me to practice it and present it to him.
• A dom told me to write 300 words worth of paragraphs about what I know about BDSM and what I expect in a Dom. (Is this a required assignment back in high school? Is he a part-time teacher? I will never know)
• A dom told me that he wants me to be his best friend. Now, this seemed almost sweet except he suddenly got too interested in my life. He started asking me to introduce him to my friends. I told him about this girl that was interested in me and he started asking me to introduce him to her. He wanted to flirt with her and maybe we can have threesome. It was very annoying.
• A dom asked me to send him a nipple pic and and a video of me touching my nipples. He sent me a picture and a video of him jerking off his dick. He stopped replying and then after 10 minutes claimed that he had to go to work. (It was so obvious he just used my nipples pic to wank with it.).
• A dom just suddenly doing cringey role play (*grabs you by the hair and kisses you while grabbing your bewb* Ew, just stop.)

I was about to give up on the BDSM world when I met my current Dom.

"Miss." Miss is the perfect Dom for me. She's the mixture of roughness and gentlesness. She keeps me on track. She makes me feel like I am myself. She lets me be bratty and punish me when it was too much. She constantly makes me turned-on, to the point where I am always turned on these past few days. She also gave me the most delicious punishments there was. (Making me masturbate, edge myself for hours until she comes home and lets me cum, Not letting me wear underwear and letting me go to a church in only a thin shirt while not wearing a bra. And more that I will probably write in the future.) She made me feel alive, needed, wanted; even.

So, for all the Doms I've ever paid attention and submitted to, (If you are reading this, that is) I am sorry for ghosting you. I'm sure you are doing a great job with your thing. It's just, we are not compatible. Not one bit.

If you manage to get this far, I applaud you and would like to thank you for being interested enough to bother. As for my book, I would continue seeking information and hopefully, create a more accurate representation of BDSM. Once again, this is Tony. Have a good day!