Musings of a Dom .... D/s relationships through the eyes of a Dom

To v

forever safe in my arms 

~ W

He looked down with pride ...

She was at his feet, spent

naked, wrapped in chains 

covered in his sin.

Wearing his marks 

like a badge of honor, she complied 

always obedient, always his.

She was the fuel for his passion

an opiate for his Sadistic lust

a need only she could fulfill 

He looked at her again, 

and  realized, she was not

the only one enslaved

He was a enslaved by his

passion for her, bound 

to the chains wrapped around his soul 

To v

forever bound, forever yours

~W

Happy New Year to All !

Here’s wishing you feel the music inside, and dance to the beat of a new tomorrow . 

~W

To v

You are the music that fuels my soul ❤️

~W

HAPPY HOLIDAYS to ALL🎄

( v,  perhaps we can add a little red, black, and blue, and recreate the last image 😈 )

Reposted for V ... 

You will always be safe in Daddy’s Arms

Fairy Tales … in Daddy’s Lap 

He sat in his favorite reading chair. Carefully, painstakingly sifting through stories of dragons, witches, wizards, mermaids, magic and mayhem. Tonight he will find the right one...the perfect one...tonight he will make her believe

Closing the book he calls out to her…” Come here little one, Daddy wants to read you a fairy tale.” She climbed in his lap ... eyes clouded over ... fighting back tears she whispered. “ There is no such thing as a fairy tale daddy” ….” there is no such thing as happily ever after.”

His heart sinks, just as it does every time he sees the reflection of pain in her eyes. Lifting her chin, he dives in, swimming in her pain, riding the crest of  broken dreams… demons … storms … and darkness. One lonely little girl … frightened, sitting in the corner, eyes closed shut … hands over her ears...trembling. 

Without warning, she is sucked into the eye of the storm. She fights the good fight …  crying out … looking for an ally. Where are the heroes … the knights in shining armor … the castles in the sky…the things that fairy tales were made of. The storms get stronger, the winds carry her further away.  

Finally she crashes, her hopes and dreams shattered. Alone … lost … the only thing left is despair. He held her close ...rocking her in his arms, he vowed … tonight little one, I’m going to prove that fairy tales exist, tonight you will learn about happily after. Tonight I am going to show you something beautiful … tonight  I will show something you will never forget.”

Safe … comforted in his arms … she started to drift off. The last thing she remembered, before falling  asleep, was …. her knight in shining armor holding her with love in his eyes.

~W

To V

My only flavor of desire 🔥

~W

Her kiss
tasted of love's madness
the hot flavor of desire
a potent and fiery libation
spiced with sin and temptation

I pressed my lips to hers
long, slow, deliberate strokes
elegant drops of juniper
flow across my tongue
flooding the corners of my mouth

A light aperitif
of hedonistic succulent delights
wild abandoned bliss
inside the dark recess
of her salacious lust

~W

To V

You are my Christmas, now and always ❤️

To v

Visions of the weekend still linger on  ❤️

blood humming in his veins 

engorged with raw, physical desire 

the aching tension builds 

sun drenched, at his feet 

eyes pleading, beckoning him

like a siren's song 

grabbing a fistful of hair

tilting her head back 

he breached every defense

Pulling her legs apart 

like a wishbone being split in two

devastating her control

she arched her back to better accept him

absorbing  the feel of him 

she complied without thought 

... as he fucked her humanity

   ~ W

To v,

Your love will forever reign supreme ❤️

The All-Encompassing Love of A Submissive

She is submissive …

her love selfless, her loyalty unequivocal, 

her needs rudimentary.
   
Love …

Control …

Guidance …

 
Protection ...  
   
She is not weak … 

instead she is strong enough to face

her desires without shame or reluctance.
   
Accept the woman …

Discipline the slave …

Fuck the whore …

 
Use the toy ...
   
Never, strip her of who she is, or 

take away her sense of self.
   
Her pride …

 
Her passion …

Her courage …

Her values ...
   
Love her for all that she is,

mold her into all she can be, 

cherish her for the gifts she gives. 
   
Break her …

  
Shape her ...  

Make her crave your pain …

  
Engulf her in pleasure ...
   
Do all these things, and … she will Crown you her King.

~ Wicked