DOMINANT/submissive

A submissives’ poetic journal   By evelyn

 

Forbidden desires

By evelyn

 

 

Oh to feel you standing over here,

                Curling your fingers threw my hair.

While seeing your toy bag threw the corner of my eye,

                Not knowing what you have in mind.

But… such things are forbidden to innocent and naive little newbie’s… such as me.

 

Then I think…Oh to feel your hand upon my chest,

                Sliding firmly up along my neck.

Holding me ever closer still,

                That your dizzying grip don’t make me “fall ill”.

But… such things are forbidden to innocent and naive little newbie’s… such as me.

 

Then I think…Oh to feel your nails rake across my thighs,

                Before you rip off my clothes and toss them to the side.

Stripping me bare for all to see,

                Oh how I wish you would devour me.

But… such things are forbidden to innocent and naive little newbie’s… such as me.

 

Then I think…Oh to feel the hilt of your blade….

                Dam how I wish you little man would plow his way…

As you secure my hands to their farthest reach,

                And then… you would slide down and secure my feet.

But… such things are forbidden to innocent and naive little newbie’s… such as me.

 

Then I think…Oh to feel the wood against my flesh,

                As the first little clamps are placed upon my chest.

Would you let me whimper and beg?

                Would you lay a tender kiss upon my head?

But… such things are forbidden to innocent and naive little newbie’s… such as me.

 

Then I think…Oh to feel the crack of your whip,

                As you remind me of how very much so I am your naughty little bitch.

Licking and stinging from cheek to cheek,

                Oh how you could torment me!

But… such things are forbidden to innocent and naive little newbie’s… such as me.

       

Then I think…Oh to feel your piercing teeth,

                Slicing deep into your favorite piece of meat.

Gasping and swooning in your firm grip,

                Oh please, oh please, don’t you even want to take a sip?

But… such things are forbidden to innocent and naive little newbie’s… such as me.

 

Then I think…Oh to feel the shift in gravity,

                As you methodically take over me.

All the while with only one desire inside my head…

                The desire to wake upon your bed…

                                Deftly caressing your little head.

But… such things are forbidden to innocent and naive little newbie’s… such as me…

                Especially when a Sadist stalks her dreams.

My leather cocoon

By evelyn

 

 

Dizzy… stumbling, slumped on a friends shoulder, my body yearns for thee.

 

‘Hold me, please, just hold me.’

 

My skin burning from the kiss of the leather, my muscles numb from the beating, you encompass me.

 

My mind in a foggy haze, and I breathe of thee... so grateful that you will finally hold me.

 

With my last conscious strength, I stand for thee… Shoulders back, chest out, so proud to feel the honor that you bestow up on me.

 

Instantly, It is readily visible for all to see, that you so efficiently, engulf me.

 

Though my body may struggle, though my flesh my will for a fight, you effortlessly restrain me.

 

Like a porcelain doll, I hang before all, as you gently rock me to sleep.

 

Dreams whirl before my swelling eye…Voices linger below… And you continue to support me.

 

Seconds seem like minutes, minutes feel like hours, while your straps slowly sink into the flesh that is me.

 

Unable to fight, unwilling to resist… as you bond with me.

 

Then slowly, so slowly, you begin to wake me.

 

Tingles urge me to stretch and flex my hands, you lower me down to others friendly outstretched hands, then buckles unsnap… and you release me.

 

My favorite blankie is presented and hangs there waiting… To cover the kisses you left upon me.

 

Water and oil and friends will finish waking me as you collapse and return to sleep behind me.

 

‘Thank you my friend, thank you very much, for holding me.’

 

This girls Confession

By evelyn

 

 

When I wake, I reach for thee, even thought I know you are not there.

When I bath, I scrub for thee, as if you could smell the fragrance of the blossoms in my hair.

When I dress, I dress for thee, even thought you will not see what I wear.

When I am ready, I have put my hair up for thee, for I know you like my neck and shoulders bare.

When I kneel, I pray for thee, even though you do not know I care.

                Why, you may ask, should I sound so infatuated with thee?

When I close my eyes, it is you that I see, looking so forlornly.

When I try to breathe, I find the memory of your voice has taken my breath from me.

When I try to sit quietly, the memory of your touch sends shivers threw me.

When I try to sleep, the unyielding desire to know your passion torments me.

When I reach for the phone, I pull my hand back obediently, for it is not my place to call on thee.

                Whispers may be all that you have granted humble me, yet I will wait patiently…

                                for you alone, not only intimidate… enchant… but most importantly…

                                                                Impress... humble me.

 

My Tingling Cheek

By evelyn

 

                                                ~Slowly… deftly…. warm fingers caress me.

                                                  Silently… trembling… I begin to yield to thee.

                                                  Words need not be spoken as your essence takes over me,

                                                                  for your eyes can see right threw to the heart of me.~

Such are the images that shiver threw me,

                ever since the moment when you first looked into me.

                                I still remember that instant, ever so clearly…

 

A hushed whimper escaped my lips as your eyes impressed your hidden desires upon my flesh,

                deftly recognizing the anticipation you inspire in me.

Like a doll on a string, I awaited your lead, eagerly begging with my silent eyes…

                that the puppet master might soon choose to play with me.

As if out of pity, you finally reach out, just one hand, to touch my cheek…

                as if to merely acknowledge me.

Breathless, helpless… as the essence of your warmth leaves such an imprint upon me.

Such warmth, such energy, that only the stars can see how you stir the fires of passion that burn                 deep within me.

Like a statue wearing a mask, I consciously force myself to breathe…

                that the others may not see how deeply you move me.

For though my soul may scream for thee,

                my flesh awaits you patiently…

 

Eventually… obediently… I slowly control my breath,

                raising my head up off of your chest.

A forced smile… as I speak my rehearsed lines,

                As the moment slips away…

                                Like just any other moment, lost in time.

 

And now as I breathe, I remember thee…

                and while I dare to think of thee, I can still feel your hand touching me.

                                But oh, such wonderful misery,

                                                                 to know that you do acknowledge humble me!