Showing posts with label Impact Play. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Impact Play. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
When His 'No' to Pain is a 'Yes' to You.
Most of the subs I've played with have been pain sluts of one degree or another. Dreaming of the lash of the flogger or the sting of the cane they wiggle, squirm even yelp at the strike. But still their asses reach out for more and they take pride in the remaining welts, bruises and marks.
But what of the sub that wants no part of pain? No part of Impact play. And yet there is a stirring deep inside his soul to say 'Yes' to you. He winces when he thinks of your cane. Slightly trembles when you talk of the swing of the flogger and the rhythm you feel as it slides across his skin. Yet at closer examination his cock is hard and dripping; his stomach, full of anticipation.
His desire to please you.....to see the pleasure spread across your face, the delight in your eyes when his surrender is complete is far greater than any pain inflicted on his flesh. Each sting of the hand, bite of the tail and burn of the cane reaches beyond his skin and penetrates his soul.
His desire to be owned by you, trained by you, intimately known by you is his quest.
This man...... reaches into my own soul. His hunger feeds me.
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Saturday Eye Candy!
To celebrate Saturdays and that we all need a diversion or two, here are a few of my a favorite Eye Candy today from my Tumblr site Sexual Destinies!
Had family visiting all week. But did get to go play last night. ;) And yes, I'm still writing! But dang life has been busy! Things are settling down to hopefully a nice routine. Did run into my ex bottom last night at the center. Happy smiles and warm hugs. Damn he felt good against me. I've missed touching him. Must rekindle things there. ;)
Had family visiting all week. But did get to go play last night. ;) And yes, I'm still writing! But dang life has been busy! Things are settling down to hopefully a nice routine. Did run into my ex bottom last night at the center. Happy smiles and warm hugs. Damn he felt good against me. I've missed touching him. Must rekindle things there. ;)
Making him wait.....
The Touch of Ownership.
Yes, it was a good night and his ass wiggled and look like this. ;)
Sunday, March 29, 2015
His Beauty Shatters Me
He's quiet now. Still shivering, not from being cold but from the adrenalin and sensations still rushing through his body. I have his head against my breast, his body across my lap curled around me. Pressed into me. A blanket covers him, my fingers run softly through his hair. There are no words now, only the sound of his breathing and sighing as he goes through the process of joining me consciously. I give him all the time he needs to come back to me. I want him to relish the journey. I want him to greet whatever feelings he encounters and let them speak to him. I want him to acknowledge whatever fears may have arisen and meet them face to face. I pull him closer. Pressing the side of his face into my breasts, feeling his lips moving along their softness. His eyes are closed...drifting in the safety of my comfort. His body periodically twitching as he unwinds.
My mind wanders over the scene that just finished. His body responsive to every touch, swat, lash and sting that came his way. I remember when we first started to play together how he was reserved and acted tough to show me he could take a lot. It took time to convince him I was more interested in breaking his shell not hardening it. I already knew he was a man, a good man and a strong man. When the cracks in his armor started to appear the intensity of our scenes increased. His body started to reach toward me for more. Every sigh, whimper, moan and yell became music to my soul and fuel to my swing. It was his invitation to dig deeper, to claw at the exterior of his shell until his soul was laid bare before us both. Finally the tears started to flow and I knew we hit hidden treasures. It was always his goal...to learn to cry again.
Now, months later he lays in my arms, armor voluntarily left at the door. His words are softer, richer and full of his humanity. He eyes look deeper into my soul and recognize who we are together in this journey. His flesh beaten, tired and abused. His face stained with dry tears. The strength in his surrender to lower his guard, to trust me with the unknown that lives within him; priceless. His soul and spirit revived. He's more beautiful to me now than when we first met.
He carries my marks.
His unfolding beauty shatters my soul.
My mind wanders over the scene that just finished. His body responsive to every touch, swat, lash and sting that came his way. I remember when we first started to play together how he was reserved and acted tough to show me he could take a lot. It took time to convince him I was more interested in breaking his shell not hardening it. I already knew he was a man, a good man and a strong man. When the cracks in his armor started to appear the intensity of our scenes increased. His body started to reach toward me for more. Every sigh, whimper, moan and yell became music to my soul and fuel to my swing. It was his invitation to dig deeper, to claw at the exterior of his shell until his soul was laid bare before us both. Finally the tears started to flow and I knew we hit hidden treasures. It was always his goal...to learn to cry again.
Now, months later he lays in my arms, armor voluntarily left at the door. His words are softer, richer and full of his humanity. He eyes look deeper into my soul and recognize who we are together in this journey. His flesh beaten, tired and abused. His face stained with dry tears. The strength in his surrender to lower his guard, to trust me with the unknown that lives within him; priceless. His soul and spirit revived. He's more beautiful to me now than when we first met.
He carries my marks.
His unfolding beauty shatters my soul.
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