Other Half
I love this so much
The Origin of Love. Beautifully illustrated.
(via empathy-vs-apathy-nyc)
Compulsion
“Do you know why you’re here?”
The rhetoric hung thick in the air, the flipside to the buzz that punctured the silence with all the urgency of a bee trying to find the window. It made it hard to concentrate, that audible vibration, nestled so innocuously between her legs, held there in a sling of rudely slapped on duct tape, a promise of future pain. It was relentless, which was more than could be said of her attention, flitting between the struggle for composure and the snatches of his words that she could grab out the air, what comprehension she could catch.
“It’s not because of that blunt little text message I sent to you, nor was it because I gave the order. You jumped to obey, but just because I’ve made you say yes before doesn’t mean I have any control over whether you’ll say it again. If I’m not the reason…” He trailed off for a moment, and she could hear him pacing, the sound of his voice moving in stereo from one side of her to the other, like he was one of those bands in the 80s that had just been given the freedom of bidirectional sound. It was an abuse of location.
“If I’m not the reason, then it must be you. Are you here of your own volition, little girl?” This time she couldn’t tell if it was rhetorical, and after a moment’s awkward hesitation, she parted her lips to speak, a break from the constant gasps and moans.
Before a single syllable could fall from her lips the crop was between them, and her tongue was arrested. For a second she frowned, but let it be; what other option did she have?
“You don’t need to answer. I’m talking to educate, not discuss.” There was a slight mockery to his tone, a playful ribbing, and despite herself she felt a slight flush rush to her cheeks. She wanted to slap him. Wanted to goad him into action, so that it was hands and not words that he was laying on her.
“You’re here because it’s not obedience that you want to manifest. Because compliance isn’t enough, not for you. There’s a niggle in the back of your mind that drives you to this, and it’s something entirely intrinsic. You only do what I say because you’re desperate for that compulsion to be channeled because you know that I’m the only one you think is capable…” Again he trailed off, as if reconsidering. “Because you know that I’m the only one you think is worthy.”
She smirked at that. The crop left the cusp of her lips and swatted against her cheek, wiping the smirk away as soon as it had arrived.
“Just because you’ve got autonomy don’t think that means you’ve got authority.” Her eyebrow slid up, and he chuckled. Which, all things considered, was just about the only thing that kept him tolerable. She smiled, and suddenly he was there. She felt his breath against her lips, and it felt like he was just shy of kissing her.
“Don’t you have anything to say?”
She considered, for a moment.
Another passed.
Then she lent forward, pressed her lips hard against his. He laughed into the kiss.
Oh, how I can relate to that very action and reaction from my Muse. :)
how i love him..x
(Source: theartofpessimism)
(Source: beautflstranger, via mastersmischievousmuse)
My purpose is first and foremost, to keep you safe and protected.
Nothing will harm you under my watch. Not because you’re weak and can’t protect yourself, I know how brave and strong you are, but because part of my purpose is to provide you with comfort when you feel overwhelmed and to surround you and shield you from anything that can possibly cause you harm. Even yourself, your insecurities, barriers and negative beliefs you hold about yourself.
The hand that guides you and disciplines you is the same hand that will tilt your chin upwards so I can tenderly kiss you when you feel discouraged and it’s the same hand that will pull you closer to me and bury your head in my chest holding you tightly when you feel like falling apart.
It is my duty to offer you a safe-haven and it is your duty to accept that and relax and know that as long as you are mine, you are safe.
x..thank you
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. ~Anais Nin
On Submission:
we all have our different paths to submission and if many compare bdsm to ‘religion’ well then, some of us are naturally pious whilst others are ‘lapsed’.
for some of us it is as natural as our sex and you never once question it or consider why you enjoy certain things, you just revel in your femininity.
for others it is a gradual process of discovery.
to vanilla men, you might be considered ‘wild in bed’
but
to a Dominant..you are a dream.
we all have our different levels with which we submit.
some might cringe at the thought of red welts, black & blue bruises, while others wear those signs with pride as a symbol of love.
some will delve to the darkest depths of submission and others will paddle happily about on the surface.
and it doesn’t matter where or what level you are at, whether you are
brand spanking new (pun intended ) or highly experienced….it’s all good.
but before you step in…
you have to know yourself.
you need to have confidence and self assuredness.
you need to have emotional strength & health. (so important)
you don’t want to lose your way, or let anyone chip away at you till there’s nothing left of you.
you have got to be secure with whom you are.
you have to know when to say …..no.
you have to know when to say ..yes.
you have to be secure with your decisions.
you have to know when to walk away…and when to run for your life.
there’s a large margin for abuse when a woman doesn’t know herself or doesn’t have strength of self.
the best part is finding your Dominant.
step s - l - o - w - l - y
you can think with your heart..if those thoughts are tempered with thinking clearly with your head.
it is heaven when a Dominant is in equal love with you..so it’s just about both of you…and you are not one of many. this is what every woman desires in her heart…whether she chooses to admit it or not.
remember….
the man who wants you in his life, will place you there….
he will not make you fight for a spot.
ohhh…but LOVE…when there is genuine LOVE…
you will blossom in your submission so beautifully and exquisitely..
your Dominant just might want to get down on His knees.
beautflstranger 2012
And I have done that very thing…
~ For The Love of a Submissive
This is so strange, but her face looks a bit like the face of the French actress and former model Carole Bouquet. She’s considered by many to be the most beautiful woman in the world.
also like someone i know
A bed for a princess Daddy……come lay down with me and cuddle me so i can fit in that spot in Your body…..
(Source: vignettesofbeauty, via his-blithe-handmaid)
