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The Flog Master ....
Posted:Jan 17, 2017 6:33 am
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2017 6:30 pm
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The Flog Master....

I open my eyes. You are standing before me. We are alone in an empty room. I do not know where we are or how I got here. I am naked. I stand with my hands interlocked behind my head. My stomach turns–I am afraid, though I do not know why. I want to take my hands down and cover myself, but I am afraid that will displease you, so I do not.

“Dance!” you command, so I obey, slowly swaying my hips and turning. I wiggle my naked breasts and writhe in front of you. Dancing is awkward and difficult with my arms up and behind my head, but I do my best. When my back is to you I am surprised to see the entire wall behind me is a mirror. Nothing of my body is shielded from you. I blush and bow my head
in shame as I dance for you.

After three or four turns you bid me to stop and face you. My face goes red and my heart pounds in my chest. You are holding a large leather strap. It is very long–perhaps two feet. I am very afraid. I open my mouth to plead with you, to beg for mercy, but I do not speak. The look in your eyes forbids me. You are so proud of my obedience and I cannot stand to see you disappointed. I will cooperate.

The belt brushes across my breasts. You rub it against my nipples and I lean my head back and moan softly. I fear what is to come but for now I am so turned on I want you to take me now. I want to tell you this but instead I only moan, hoping you will understand. You smile and I know you understand, but you continue to tease my body with the leather strip. You rub it along my hips and across the front of my thighs. You poke me between my legs and push it against my sex. I close my eyes and moan louder. I can feel my sex tingling and moisture dripping. It is too much. Please, take me now, I whisper silently, but the belt begins to torment me.

There’s a light sting as the belt sweeps by my chest, just catching the tip of my left breast as it passes. The sting isn’t much and my breast aches for a more substantial touch. My right breast is treated the same, and then I feel the first gentle slap. My breast wiggles slightly and I can feel my nipples stiffining. My crotch is damp.

Again and again the strap strikes my breasts lightly. My breasts are growing warm. I ache to take my arms down but I do not. I moan and wiggle in frustration. I wish you’d just hurry up and stop tormenting me. I soon get my wish. Becare what you wish for.

The strap is gone for a moment, and then there’s a sharp slap against the side of my hip and I feel the belt wrap around me and the tip smacks my right buttcheek with a ferocious sting. It is what I have been expecting, what I need and want, but it hurts very much and suddenly I am afraid. Tears come to my eyes as the strap catches me again, this time from the other side.

Soon the whipping is going full-rate. Smack, smack. smack., smack, with no more than a few seconds of rest in between. The belt alternates between my left side and right buttock, and my right side and left buttock. You are not swinging especially hard, but the way the tip of the strap lashes around and catches my bare skin is devilish. Soon I am jumping and wiggling frantically, moaning loudly to let you know how much it hurts.

I am crying now, tears dripping down my face. It hurts, it really hurts, the tiny loud stings and I am really wiggling now. I do not remove my hands, however, because I know that will upset you. I writhe and cry but I do not speak or move my hands. But now you increase the tempo of the blows, striking me faster and harder. I yelp with each blow. I see you are watching the mirror behind me and I wonder what my ass must look like, all covered with red splotches from the nasty leather. I can feel the skin of my bottom trembling and constricting on its own and I wonder if you like watching it as I jump and bounce with each loud stroke.

You begin to strike me at odd angles now, wrapping the leather around my thighs and swinging upward to catch the lower portion of my buttocks, or catching me around the waist with a downward stroke that lands stinging blows into the center of my butt, right into the crack. I am gasping and sobbing. I do not know how much more of this I can take. Then you begin the cruelest blows of all. Smiling at me like a lecherous sailor, you pull back the strap and my heart freezes in panic.

You wouldn’t! But you do.

You swing the strap upward between my legs, the leather tip slapping my rump from below. The stinging is fierce, but the ache between my legs is far worse. I can feel the stirring in my loins, my sex dripping with passion. Tears pouring down my face. I moan loudly and spread my legs wider and thrust my crotch toward you, silently begging you to satisfy my frantic craving.

You oblige me, the rough caress of the leather brushing my sex again and again. I barely notice the sharp bite of the tip against my ass as I long for the soft touch against across the wet lips of my sex. I am gone, lost in an orgasmic haze of pain and pleasure, low moans my only sound, my body stiffening with the impact of each blow.

As I begin to come, blinding waves of pleasure washing through me, you pull back your lash so the tip lightly strikes against my sex, the wet splat sending shivers through me as the pain and pleasure become one.

Weeping, I finally collapse on the floor and curl into a sobbing ball, my body shuddering uncontrollably with an overload of emotion.

Gently I become aware of you near me, your musky scent strong and aroused. I clutch at your and you take me in your arms. I press myself against your naked body, dimly wondering at what point you undressed.

Gripping me with animal lust you thrust yourself into me, ignoring my cries of distress and pain at your sudden intrusion. I am exhausted, too tired to struggle, and I collapse in your arms. I let you take me, pumping wildly into me, and I weep quiet, gentle tears of indescribable joy.

***This Is Not My Story , But One I Adore^^^^
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One Saving Grace....
Posted:Jan 14, 2017 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2017 12:40 pm
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One Saving Grace...

The fucked up truth of it all
is not everything happens for a reason.
Sometimes we make the wrong decisions
and are asked to live with them
for the rest of our lives. And I
am well aware I must live with mine.
Still, on the loneliest nights, when I
am halfway to hell and haven’t slept right in weeks,
I look up deep into the fiery infinity of the sky
and I stop and I smile. I am reminded
that although we now walk separate paths,
that although the years will pass
and someday we’ll all be dust,
I’ll always have with me the knowledge
that for one brief, flash of a moment
and against all the odds, our stars crossed.
And that will always–always–be enough
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Fallen....
Posted:Jan 13, 2017 10:40 am
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2017 3:55 am
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Fallen...

I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to float or fall a thousand feet and create the crevice I called my life. But the thing with crevices, there’s always a top and always a bottom. And the feeling of appreciation when you look from the top and understand how fast it can all come crashing down — it’s more than beautiful and more than words could ever explain

Stranger things have happened...
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Journey...
Posted:Jan 11, 2017 5:02 pm
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2017 12:59 pm
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I will take you on a journey of self-exploration you can’t even imagine. I will bring out the person you have kept hidden from the world. All relationships you have had in the past will pale in comparison to what we have together. You won’t only hear me call you mine, but feel it in every breath you take. You will not call me Sir because I wish for you too. You will call me Sir because I will do everything I can to earn that title from you
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Call Me Crazy...
Posted:Jan 11, 2017 12:06 pm
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2017 7:10 pm
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Getting Over You....

ever since I can remember smell has been my strongest sense. walking through my grandmother's front door and the way her house smells always reminds me of my childhood. then there are are other smells, like the smell of fresh cut grass (which I love), warm summer rain, the way the beach smells in the early morning when it's still empty anI'm the only one there. the way my children smelled when they were babies, when I kissed their little heads at bedtime. then we get to the way He smells. His cologne that only smells that way on him. I know this because like a fool I tried to buy it for someone else and got duped. I went in for the deep inhale and wham! it was different in every way it can be different. it lost that sweet lingering tease that tickled my nose and sent chills down my spine. it didn't make me melt into his arms. my clothes did not instantly fall off. No, this was all wrong. it was then that I started to realize that not only was the smell all wrong but so was everything else. we didn't talk for hours about art and love. the music that played in the back round was off too. it was distorted not like the sweet sounds that I had shared before. out of the blue, He would grab me by the small of my back and we would dance. all the while my face would be nestled in his chest inhaling the sweet smell that only came from him. its been some time now since I've had the pleasure of that smell. once in a blue moon, I catch a hint of it on someone. it stops me in my tracks.
Call Me Crazy.
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34 Questions....
Posted:Jan 9, 2017 7:21 pm
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2017 5:26 pm
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34 Questions...

Are you quiet when you need to be loved? Or do you raise your voice into a lion’s roar? Will you nudge yourself into my hips? Will you bite my shoulders and say ‘I need you to love me harder today’? Are you softer in the mornings? Which side of the bed do you like to take? Do you sprawl yourself out and steal the covers? Do you sleep naked? Do you take your coffee black? In the summer, do you flip the pillow and sigh when your cheek touches the cold side? Do you keep the windows open at night? If so, how? Aren’t you scared of monsters? Do you know that I’m scared of everything that lives in the dark? Are you aware that sometimes I get so nervous I forget how to move my feet? Can you be patient? Can you be gentle? Do you know how? Is there a quiet war raging inside of you? When you curl your fists and raise your chin, are you donning your armor? Can I help? Can I fight all of your demons with you? I won’t shy away from them, not if it would make you happy. Do you know that I’d stand in the dark in an empty room for you? Do you know that I trust you’d never ask that of me? Do you know that I don’t flinch when you cup my face? Even though if you so much as twitched too hard you could break me? Isn’t this what trust looks like? Isn’t it how I am always skin and emotions for you? Isn’t it saying ‘I love you more today than I did yesterday, but it was a whole lot yesterday’? Listen, do you feel safest when you’re holding yourself together? Do you think someday you can let that go? Will you let me take the pieces of you and keep them close? Can you let me love you? Will you learn how to? It doesn’t matter, I’ll wait.
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Ruin...
Posted:Jan 7, 2017 8:45 pm
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2017 9:57 pm
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Ruin...

You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how you love. There is courage in that.
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Things My Mother Didn't Tell Me But Should Have...
Posted:Jan 7, 2017 4:26 pm
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2017 10:47 am
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Things My Mother Didn't Tell Me But Should Have...

Never give any kind of pleasure to a boy you wouldn’t give yourself.

Kiss like a promise and wait for the other person to break it.

Human beings are not ships; you cannot save them from sinking

if they don’t want to be rescued from the floodwaters.

Loving someone that doesn’t give a damn about you

isn’t sexy; it’s misplaced energy, also known as self-destruction.

Don’t ever treat anyone like a refugee from a civil war;

they will come back from battle and leave you as wounded

as if you were the one who had been paid

for military service. Forgiveness isn’t putting the weapon down;

it’s learning how to kiss the person pulling the trigger,

not just a quick peck on the cheek, but a full one with tongue.

Let the dead be dead.

They have no answering machines, no phonelines:

if you call them, only the ground will ring.

Never trust a boy who already has a pack of condoms ready

in his coat pocket before he even asks your name.

When the world tries to break your back with its weight,

get a stronger spine.

Your father left us because he was ashamed

for not being the one that gave birth to you.

Even oceans misplace their anchors sometimes.

Never “give a man permission.”

You shouldn’t have to. It should be mutual.

Stop treating your body like currency-

don’t pay anyone who doesn’t deserve it.
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Darling...
Posted:Jan 6, 2017 7:10 pm
Last Updated:Jan 7, 2017 11:04 pm
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Darling,

My love is vicious for you.
I’ve broken many hearts, including my own, because I refuse to settle for anything less than the exact shade of your soul.
It will be a color I can’t quite name, but somehow I’ll recognize it, like déjà vu has always been the story of how I’d find you.
It will be the color of falling asleep during a thunderstorm and waking up to the smell of firewood and sea salt.
It will be the color of the first days of spring, with my windows rolled down and adventure on the breeze.
It will be the color of hugging the people I love and hearing their voices after being away from them a while.
It will be the color of the backs of my eyelids, the one I see every time I blink and every time I dream; the one I will see eternally when my body fails and my soul leaves this earth.
So if I must, I’ll break their hearts and I’ll break mine. I will search until I finally come across the lovely hues of you.
And then I’ll paint my life with the shades of you so that the rest of the world might understand why you’re my favorite color.
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Love Is Blind...
Posted:Jan 6, 2017 8:37 am
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2017 10:29 am
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Love is Blind...

"Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a person's sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions. Tell me what a person finds sexually attractive and I will tell you their entire philosophy of life. Show me the person they sleep with and I will tell you their valuation of themselves. No matter what corruption they're taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which they cannot perform for any motive but their own enjoyment - just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity! - an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exultation, only on the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces them to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and accept their real ego as their standard of value. They will always be attracted to the person who reflects their deepest vision of themselves, the person whose surrender permits them to experience - or to fake - a sense of self-esteem .. Love is our response to our highest values - and can be nothing else.”

― Ayn Rand
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