Thoughts of a Submissive Man

 KP

KP sent this to me earlier this week. I love the insight into his thoughts. This is a good follow up to my 'Submissive Men 101' post.  Thank you lovely KP for giving me your permission to share.  xxoo  

~ Vista

Drop your clothes on the floor. Or fold them and place them on the chair. What did she say? Do that. She wants to see you naked. Does she want to see your body? It's not important. It is a power thing. Follow orders. Take off your clothes and stand before her because that is what she told you to do. Do it because she said so. 

Your cock isn't hard. Should it be? Does she know that you feel more naked, more vulnerable this way? Yes, she knows that. She knows everything. She knows that you will be hard when she wants you to be. Is your cock big enough? No, it's not. You, and your physical body, will never be enough. Better be good with your tongue. Better try harder, longer, faster, and slower. She will watch you fail, and she will be satisfied if she sees you try. So try harder.

She wants you on your knees. So kneel. But first, be present. Think about what she wants. She wants to see you acknowledge her, show respect, and submit. Kneel in submission, and realize that you are offering yourself to her. Understand that this is a privilege afforded to the few men she chooses to serve her. Don't be jealous. Of course she has other men satisfy her, you should hope that they do. Show gratitude that she allows you to do the same. Know your place. Which is on your knees.

Show her. She wants to see the expression on your face. She wants to see the pleasure, and the pain. Everything that she does to you is an attempt to take you to a place where you are unguarded, and she wants to see what you do there. Nothing will feel as good as the stroke of the whip that you didn't expect, or the stroke of her hand that you couldn't have anticipated. The point where she pushes you to a new understanding of what she can and will do to you. Show her that you are grateful for it.

She is not your fantasy, she is real. Your fantasies always fail to surprise you, whereas she never will. 

KP

Show me your beauty

 The lovely KP

Show me how lovely you are.  Reveal your secret desires to me. Unfold the hidden images that dance around in your thoughts and forget about your surroundings. I know they are there.  Those thoughts you've hidden from the world.  You've offered me your vulnerability, now close your eyes, breathe and feel life expand with each breath.  Listen to how your breathing changes as your skin responds to each touch of your hand. Softly, then firmly and with purpose your fingers roam over your flesh arousing, teasing as random images start to float in and out of range of your mind's eyes. 

The brush of my breath floats up your neck.  The only sound you hear in a silent room is me whispering in your ear......" Show me....."

~ Vista

I love it when they lose awareness of their surroundings!

KP

Serving, Leaping, Waiting.....

KP

You awake in the middle of the night and feel me watching you. You hear me whispering in your ear of what I want you to do next for me. My words hang in the air from our last conversation. You lie still with only your cock twitching, yearning to be touched and fondled.  You close your eyes not wanting the image of me fading, knowing I'm not really there.  Or am I?  You'd rather believe that I am.

Sleep has left and you're awake with my instructions filling you thoughts. "Shave everything. Harness yourself, then pose in a way that I can show them all what is mine. "

Images flash before you of different possibilities. You rise and prepare yourself as instructed. You start to feel cold, nervous, your stomach starts to churn and fear of rejection begins to plague you. As you finish all preparation and pose you take a deep breath and pull the trigger for the shot. Pleased that your cock feeds on your fear.  And then you wait.  Feeling as if you've leaped from a high cliff into a cold body of water. You wait for my response to pull you by the balls from the deep and bring you to the surface once again.

When His Thoughts are to be Your Offering.

A Warm, Sensuous Offering.

Objectification of the male.  It's never right to generalize anything, or any one gender.  But I will say this....I am surprisingly finding more males than I had ever thought, desiring the sensation of being objectified by a woman.  A strong, lovely, sexual woman that makes them hard and dripping at the very thought of her.  I thought more about this last night after sharing emails with one of my followers about this subject.

Speaking from my own experience I have found men, whether straight, vanilla men; some dom types that have only played that role because all they met were submissive women or bi men, which I find more open and love to be objectified, at some point love having the attention on them and someone else in charge.  The sensual energy that builds as they wait for words of direction. The nervousness that makes their heart pump to extra beats and washes their skin with a hot blush.  The power received as they let go of their own and surrender their body to your touch and observation.

At some point, if the willingness is there, they find a freedom, acceptance and celebration for who they are. For some it may feed their tender egos, for most I have found it calms and centers them in their own being. The beauty of a centered submissive man is that he understands his strength and the offering he is delivering to the one he desires.

The beauty of KP is he understands who he is and desires to reveal that to one who understands in return.

Making Himself Ready.

His Vulnerability, Beauty and Submission.

He ponders his last submission to me and wonders if he should show more. He longs to be exposed, his frame welcomed in any form. Is he enough? His arousal tells him to keep going.....

This boy, this young man that fuels my mind and desires, feeding my passion and imagination. I can almost taste and smell the vulnerability that radiates through his images.  I can hear his breathing as he strokes himself to the edge and displays his work for my approval. 

What is buried deep within you boy, that you feel drawn to reach out to me, to touch me and open your soul to me? Is it that need that lies inside us all to be exposed before another and not judged? To be seen as though transparent and celebrated for the authentic beauty that is your own?  Anyone can take a naked picture, but yours, yours are a story wanting to be told.  Yours ask, "Do you like me? Do you want me? Do I please you? Am I enough for you to desire me? "

If you were here I would show you my approval. I would celebrate your openness and encourage you to go further in your vulnerability to me. I would have you reenact each image you have sent me and relive the erotic rush that warmed me. If you were here......

I can hear his breathing...

...as he strokes himself to the edge and displays his work for my approval. 

C'mere Pretty Boi.....

I recently acquired a new follower on my Tumblr blog named Stripped Naked. He fills my dashboard with erotic, lustful, naked pics of himself in varying positions. He fires my imagination. ;) He makes my mind race on the things I'd do to him in those positions. He makes my hands want to travel up and down his lovely torso; pull, yank, tease and lick that hungry cock that loves attention. 

I want to know what goes through his mind as he dreams up his next move; his next erotic scene. Does he think about what it does to those who admire his work? 

Keep sending me your soul boi... It makes me want to reach out to you and say, "C'mere Pretty Boi. I want you to feel my appreciation." 

These pics are from the Stripped Naked Tumblr blog. 

http://sexualdestinies.tumblr.com/post/75013282144/nice-profile

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