A Dom's Tale ~ The journey there and back again

Why me?

Could there be a more simplistic, beautiful, and all important question that a submissive can ask? How we answer is critically important, but...

like many, many men before me, I knew I could not take the time to properly answer, there was no time to allow my mind  and heart to form the perfect answer that this question deserved.  I merely let my heart control the moment, and answered ... "because you complete me", and I am quite certain that is from a movie, yet which one escapes me this moment.

So I would like to take some time now, and answer the Lady across the Bay in a more complete manner, one which respects and honors the question in the manner it deserves ....

I would be remiss if I did not properly rephrase the question she asked... if I understood it correctly......

Why you? 

Because in our brief time together, you have awakened long dormant areas of my soul that have been missing for so very long, bereft of the benefit of light and warmth, barely breathing, nearly extinct, yet the simple introduction of your light into my life has awakened them and rekindled their long forgotten fires into a raging inferno.....

Because it is already impossible to imagine not having you to speak to, to dream with, to care for, to be with. Even though we have never touched, never gazed into each others eyes, never embraced, it feels as if our souls already have...

Because in our brief time together,  the Dominant in me has learned an infallible truth. The old adage "distance makes the heart grow fonder" dos not apply here, instead, I have begin to desire to protect you, keep you from harms way, defend you from the evil in the world, yet with the miles between us, all I can do is Rage against the storm, and perhaps protect your mind, and heart, but feel powerless to do more,

I hope this more properly answered the question   :)

And the blunt answer to the rephrased question is ... yes....

To the lady across the Tampa Bay ......

I thought of you today…..

As the sun woke me through the bedroom window, warming your empty pillow

    As I filled my morning coffee, and I imagined your gentle lips sipping yours.

    As the billows of steam slowly escaped the shower,  imagining you through the glass, and joining you

As I carelessly opened the front door, imagining myself brushing back the hair from your face, holding your cheek for a moment before kissing you gently “till we meet tonight”, because goodbye is not a word we use.  

    As I stepped out into the brilliant sunshine to start another day alone, wishing I could see the sunshine gleaming off your hair, the sparkling reflection of a jealous Sun in your eyes.

   As I made the morning commute to work, not really caring when I arrive back home, to the still emptiness that fills it without you there to beckon my return.

As I sat in silence eating my lunch, wishing you were here to share the meal with, the day with, the future with...

As I went back to work,  knowing I was only partially through the day, your mind, heart, and beauty constantly invading my thoughts, the constant yearning to be with you, and imaging what it will be like when my mind adds in the soft moans from the previous nights activities, the smell of your hair as you laid your head on my chest in the darkness, and the soft gentle whisper of your voice….. today, before the final lunch bell tolled, I have learned the difference between lonely and longing ..... I cannot wait for this future to unfold   :)

Every good movie that lasts forever has an intermission --   :)

Even if you think you know all the lyrics,follow along at the bottom with Meatloaf - POWERFUL!

The first encounter ...

An erotic tale attempt by Iowadom

Part II

(This being part II of ? parts - story begins in post below)

   Her mind was racing now, obviously he had noticed her erect nipples, the blood that had rushed to her cheeks,  and besides, she was almost certain she had felt  his own arousal beginning, then subsiding for some reason during their welcome embrace. Should she follow her heart, reach for him, welcome him yet again in a far more passionate manner, or  let this moment pass... and wait for another. 

   As always, as it had been from the beginning,  their unspoken words wrote volumes of passionate literature between them.  "This is to be my Dom, so I will let him decide what should happen next" she finally resolved in her mind.  The release of the control in the situation to him,even though not spoken openly, was clearly understood by both, and she felt a strange wave of freedom engulf her soul. She gave a gentle sigh, her body relaxed, and she realized this had been the first moment of her submission to him. Not total submission, just a moment, a virtual toe in the water so to speak. She gently licked her dry lips and began to speak to him.

    Before she could utter a word, he gently placed a single finger upon her lips. "Shhhh little one,  let's not talk for just a bit, we have been an eternity arriving here, let's just enjoy the view for a moment, shall we ?" He raised his hands and brushed her hair back on both sides, then cupped her face gently in his hands. Her heart smiled as she sensed a small tremor in those strong Irish German hands that now held her so gently. Their eyes locked, and they were both frozen in time, staring deeply into each others eyes.

      In her eyes he saw her past, the emptiness, uncertainty,  and barren areas left in her soul from years of unrequited love and unknowing ill deserved submission. But he also saw the shining light of hope of this new day, the possibility that the desert could be terraformed,  the past washed away and the cost of the past erased by the beauty of the future to be built.

   In his eyes, hidden behind that stoic and powerful mind,  she saw the soul of the man she had sensed since the first. A man unlike any other she had met before,  Strong yet feeling, powerful yet yielding, reaching for her, burning to touch her, embrace her, join her.

   The fear in her subsided, the tremor in his hands all but gone now, seemingly washed away by the mere touch of her skin, he drew her in close and softly kissed her waiting lips. They both felt the power beginning to surround them, the passion pounding on the doors of reason and sanity to be released. As he pulled back, he slowly closed the door, and taking her hand, led her to the couch and they both sat down. "Thank you, well done" was all he said, and for the first time in her life, she meant it when she said "thank you... Sir."

Part 3 coming soon!

The first encounter ...

An erotic tale attempt by Iowadom

They had never met, well, at least not in person, not face to face. Yet both of them had seen the hand of fate intervening even from the beginning, from that simple one line message, a message of simplicity, so carefully written in an effort to intrigue her, to garner her attention, to peak her curiosity, to entice her to step forward and meet a kindred spirit.

     He had not met or even spoken to her, not even in messages. And now he was perplexed and confused, what power beyond his comprehension had drawn him so inescapably to her profile, her writings, her mind, heart, and soul. And once he had taken them in, his intellectual and emotional curiosity shot off the scale, beyond his ability to measure. Is this even possible? How could somebody he had never met or seen, half the world away it seemed, be such an absolute complete match to his own mind, heart, and soul?  Unable to escape the demands from his soul, he wrote that first message, and then waited for THE familiar tone that would indicate the response.

  She knew so very little of this stranger who had stepped forth from the shadows into her life so abruptly. And when she had perused his writings, postings, and autobiographical profile,she sat for a moment, staring at the screen, trying to take it all in. And then an old friend came to see her, an emotion she had not felt for a very long time, especially one that was brought on by the simple meeting of a man.  She was literally nervous, uneasy, a bit giddy perhaps. It was the same primal emotions a teenage girl might feel awaiting the reply to a "check yes or no" note in school.

     That is how it had all began, very much akin to a "cute meet", with that simple message and her nervously written reply. And as time had progressed, the commonalities between them continued to reveal destiny playing a hand in this so called random chance encounter between two souls. From the start, it had a mind and destiny of it's own, and given free reign, it would certainly propel them both together at breakneck speeds, but history was to play it's hand as well. She was more careful than he, she had to slow it down, not allow it to run amuck, at it's own course and speed.  

     And now, they had come far enough along the path that he had earned some portion of her trust, convinced her he was not like so many other men she had met and know before, and they were meeting for the first time. As she opened the door, he resisted the urge to grab onto her, to hold her, stroke her hair, do all the things he had wanted to do for so very long it seems. His heart lept in his chest as she leaned forward to give him a heartfelt hug and gentle kiss hello.  

.   He did not want to let go, he wanted to hold her right here, just like this, for eternity. Her firm breasts gently pushed into his chest, her arms wrapped gently around him, his hand on her ever so feminine  curves he had longed to feel for so long. It took all the will he could muster to prevent himself from showing his arousal as they gently let loose of each other, and as they parted, a tiny smile escaped his lips as the quick glance he had stolen at her breasts that revealed she had become a bit more than happy to finally meet him as well... her erect nipples peering through her sweater, a slight blush coming to her smiling face as she had caught him stealing that glance......

Stay tuned for part 2 --- if you all like it at any rate!

Anybody else noticing a sudden increase of scammer activity here on the cage? It was about once a month I would get some strange unusual text message here, now it is far more often.

Got one today, won't state the name (da rulez), other than to say it was to a barely filled out profile, just a few days old, that belonged to a very sexual young lady in her early 20's. Why of course she was just messaging me out of the blue ... lol, why wouldn't she?

So I was bored in a slow day at work, and thought hey ... see how far they'll take it. So I replied, and then it turned on, message after message, finally a message about texting her off site. So i fired up the ol whatsapp (anonymous phone number) and sent er (him, them, who?) a message. naturally within minutes they wanted to fly to see me,,, of course, oh, and her equally young and sexual GF BFF was coming along! Well of course they were! It went on and on, got more and more elaborate, even scheduling certain days to visit.. sure! 

And then it happened .... I asked for a quick selfie headshot with her holding up four fingers.  Got one with a peace sign, mentioned it was supposed to be four fingers, got a promise to FO, and a few other choice words, then POOF! Fast as they came, they left, off to greener pastures I suppose!

Moral of the story .......

Inside of this world, their minds are now racing,

No physical forms, merely two souls embracing.

They yearn, they pine, they long... to touch,

Though nothing is spoken, too soon, too much.

They have just now met, in this electronic place,

too late to abandon, for their souls have embraced ,

Through text and type, they have spoken and teased,

But the hunger inside them cannot be appeased.

Be cautious! Go Slow! Do not rush to this thing,

remember the last one, the pain it did bring.

So she holds him at bay,  stops from moving too fast,

Yet feels in her heart, this time, it might last.

She yearns for his touch, to hold her and more,

She begins to imagine being tied to the floor,

Her limbs spread afar, her breasts do now heave,

with each stroke of the lash,  and the stinging it leaves.

You must count them! He thunders, while rubbing her ass,

Yes Sir, I'll do better, she wimpers at last.

Now his fingers inside her, his breath on her hair, she wriggles and moans,

her body's convulsing, with a mind of it's own. 

To the edge of release, he takes her and then,

stops in an instant, denied yet again!

Over and over and over this played,

Each time this much closer, yet  always delayed.

The pressure inside her, now making her numb,

she finally remembers .... "Sir, may  I cum?"

With a nod from his his head, her body explodes,

and she lays there and quivers, at the end of this road.

But now back to the keyboard, reality calls,

The fantasy over, momentum to stall.

It seemed so surreal, yet they know they must wait,

She prays for a moment, that this man is her fate.

The calm washes over, her soul with great care,

The feelings seemed real, like his breath on her hair,

With sudden awareness, she becomes quite aware,

It was not just her dream, he had joined her in there.

The clock gently whispers, another moment is gone.

it is lost now to time, and cannot be reborn. 

How many lost moments, while thinking of you,

have passed by unnoticed, slipping into history's legend.

How many more have I spent wondering what you were thinking.

Did you think of me this day, do you wonder what marvels the shrouded future may hold.

Or does the uncertain and mysterious future hold you immobile, terrorized?

Do you fear for your heart, 

Unable to move, silently frozen in place, paralyzed into stone.

Is this why you're silent?

No uttered words can free you from your bonds,

but if you will but give me a sign, a small flicker from your darkness,

In the flicker of light that lasts but a mere second,

you will see the shadow of my hand, waiting for you to take it

The clock whispers again, another moment has passed

It will not stop, it cannot stop...

The clock heeds its master, 

as time marches on....

(ignore the first set of lyrics..lol)