Earned Surrender.

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I sometimes consider time my enemy. But when it comes to developing a relationship, time is my friend. When elements of D/s are part of that developing stage, time really is my friend! I seek intensity, passion, knowledge of a man's soul and desire for my company. There is nothing casual about how I go about developing a relationship. It's an investment of my time and energy both of which are highly valuable! And he should feel the same when it comes to his investment in me.

I have lost track of how many times I have heard of the shallow connection that couples allow to infect a once passionate union. The heat that brought them together has cooled under the weight of living day to day under bills, raising a family and commitments they have made to others. A faded memory takes the place of the hunger that never seemed to be satisfied, always leaving them continually hungry for each other. In that vacuum fantasies rise and the human heart longs for capturing once again a fire that makes them feel alive. Unless there is acceptance and love creating a safe place to share those fantasies a heart will search elsewhere. Such is the need of the human soul to feel passion and desire. With age comes the knowledge that true intimacy is being fully known. To be known is to be vulnerable and embraced completely.

To be vulnerable and embraced completely takes time. That's why time in that environment is my friend. Vulnerability needs to be on both sides. A dominant learning the communication style of her submissive and willing to be vulnerable in expressing her desires, needs and unfolding expectations. I say unfolding because each relationship is unique and for me the expectations evolve over time as the knowledge of each other increases.

All of this sets the foundation of Earned Surrender. Mutual respect and trust is the corner stone on which that foundation is laid. Pleasing one another, exploring and discovering the treasures, dark caves and bright spots. Seeing the weakness that lies in us all and embracing it with strength. As a dominant knowing there will be many times I want him to rise up and hold me, run his knowing hands over me, inside me and claim me as his own during times of emotional struggles on my part. The humanity between us never forgotten.

He feels my mouth, hands and fingers exploring him inside and out. His body reaches up for my touch begging me for more; to own him more, to take him more, to claim him more. My need for him grows as he opens up physically and emotionally filling my soul with his light and darkness. His revealing eyes express what many times his mouth is unable to speak.

This is the reward of time well spent. An ongoing surrender of souls between two and a commitment to keep the passion fresh with intimate knowledge.

Beautiful!

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Canadian Mist, Eggnog, Ginger Ale and You.

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The smooth taste of his holiday concoction was still lingering on my tongue. Canadian Mist, Eggnog and Ginger Ale...surprisingly good and went down far to well. I could feel the warmth soothing me inside. It was cold and windy outside, but we had built a fire in the fireplace and mellow music played in the background. Low lights, candles, the evening was just right for seduction. I took another sip savoring the delicious taste as it past my lips. I held the glass with both hands, pressing it against my chest and closed my eyes.

"It's good. Really good."

I heard him get up from the couch and walk up behind me. I almost lost my balance as he pressed his thighs against mine. My knees buckled for a moment but he caught me with his hands over my hips and pulled me into him. He nuzzled his mouth into my neck then began kissing up to my ear and whispered, "How good?"

I started to answer when his left hand slipped down and covered my crotch. "Not as good as you." I whispered back.

My right hand slipped behind me and found the bulge of his cock through his pants. However strong he had poured that drink, my mind was drifting in slow motion. All I seemed to want to do was concentrate on his touch and what my hand was fondling. Both of our hands made their way to touch skin. He was hard and slick and I was on my way to soaking through my panties.

"Let's go to bed." He whispered again in my ear.

That brought me back from my haze. I was not about to go into the bedroom as of yet. The living-room was perfect for drawing out the build up between us. I wanted him hotter, lost in lust and forgetting his name.

"No." I turned around, his hand sliding out of my pants. "I want to play here first. Go to the couch."

He laid down on his back as I finished off my drink. I straddled his legs and could feel the warmth of the whiskey rise again. With the fire crackling in the background and soft sultry music filling the air, my nerve endings throughout my body were heighten and I wanted to take my time touching him, undressing him...getting him lost in me. Both my hands moved over the fabric of his pants along the outline of his hard cock. His eyes were steady on me and there was a rhythm between us in our movements. He was tracking right along with me. His eyes locked on mine and his body moved slowly under my touch. The world faded away as I sensed this union of body, soul and spirit between us. I wanted to swallow up every delicious moment.

"Fuck..." He sighed. His head falling back against the arm rest of the couch, eyes closing. I pushed his shirt up to reveal his stomach and that trail that led to my paradise. My fingers lightly traced the muscles outlined before me, my arms moved across his bulge not losing contact. His flesh was warm and welcoming. Bending forward my lips met his skin and kissed every line and curve. I could feel the pulsing of his buried cock beneath me.

The rhythm between us continued. I moved back down to retrace his imprisoned cock and proceeded to unzip to set him free. Slowly the zipper moved down, my left hand covered the shaft that was now appearing. I held my hand over it and paused. I watched his face tighten as he tried to will me to set him free. His shaft was warm and hard beneath the silky flesh. I licked my lips and moved my mouth up his cock until the head was free and pressing against my lips.

"Open your eyes."

He lifted his head and again locked his eyes on mine. The head of his cock was covered in pre-cum, glistening. My hands moved to his hips and instinctively he raised his body for me to easily lower his pants, removing them completely. I watched as his cock pulsed up and down. The beauty of his hunger always increasing my own. I removed my sweater over my head and moved again up his thighs, my skin brushing against his. His balls fit nicely in my one hand and I pull them down. His cock bounced up toward me with each tug. My fingers collected pre-cum from his shaft and smeared it along his awakening anus. I continued to work his balls in my one hand as the middle finger from my other worked easily inside him. He was so open, so surrendered, so giving to me. Moments passed as I watched sensual pleasure wash over him. I moved up his frame until he felt my breasts surround his shaft and his hips moved trying to burrow in deeper among them.

I lingered there. No words between us. Only the sound of the fire and music filling the room. I felt suspended as our eyes spoke what our bodies desire. My right hand reached and touched his left cheek. The scruff on his face creating an arousing friction against my palm. My fingers moved up and wrapped themselves in the midst of his tousled hair.  My mind trying not to plan ahead, but to be present in the moment. My stomach moved over the tip of his cock and his legs wrapped around me, pulling me closer. As I moved near his face with my breasts, his eyes closed and mouth opened. The corners turned up in sweet anticipation. I traced one nipple along his eager lips.

My god...how I love tormenting that man!

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Take off Your Insecurities

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Your beauty comes more from your soul than the body you train for my viewing. As much as I love to gaze at the results of your efforts, it's the tearing down of your walls that draw me closer to you. I desire to see the questions that form in your eyes as you watch me study every crease and fondle those beautiful balls that hang between your legs. Will they be pulled, teased, tortured tonight? What will I ask of you? What will I require? Will you have a voice or be instructed to silence. Only allowed to have your body speak for you. 

Does it matter? You're here, where you want to be. In a trusted place with one whose only desire is to open you up and make you whole. You want me to reach into your soul and pull out every fear that has kept you from tasting life in a deeper more satisfying way. Facing them one at a time to fully gain the authority that has been yours from birth. Embracing every beautiful quirk and unorthodox wiring according to society's definition. 

Your desire for freedom has brought you to me. Not your savior, but your lamp-holder, shining the light to guide you back to your own path. I love your frame, it's well tended and maintained to bring me pleasure. You easily offer it to me, but I know you hide behind it's beauty thinking it's enough.  

Before you open your body to me, open up your soul. 

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The Palm of my Hand itches for You.

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After some time has passed since we last played I find a hunger rising inside me that eventually reaches the palm of my hand and my flesh starts to crave the touch of your flesh. Memories flash along my mind of your naked, beautiful body bent over in front of me.  Cock and balls harnessed tightly, hanging.  Legs spread wide to give me full view as you stretch your frame along the table beneath you. You wait for my touch wondering if it will be the softness of my hand, a hard stinging slap or the feel of my crop or flogger.  

I stand there behind you, taking your submission in as I slowly breathe to reduce my own excitement. You're still, knowing better than to move without being told.  I let your anticipation build then reach out my right hand and quickly slap your right ass cheek. You jump and then immediately steady yourself again. 

I can still feel your flesh moving beneath my hand.  Watching the redness grow over your skin. Gently touching you, smoothing your skin, tenderly kissing, then you feeling the switch of my flogger against the inside of your thighs. Lightly moving over your balls that hang so vulnerable before me.  Over and over again I repeat the process.

Then when I finally have you stand and face me, you're trembling and your legs are weak. You start to fall towards me and I balance you against my strength.  Your head is bowed down. Your mind is groggy. Your eyes hazy.  

I love having you poured out before me. 

I love my flogger!

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Training Them Up in the Way They Should Go

In Training

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Now that I'm single and getting settled into that fact I look ahead at the daunting task of finding a suitable submissive that will thrill me, meet my needs and stimulate my imagination. The journey of finding, training and eventually owning is long and filled with the investment of time, emotions and hope.

They mostly come, those not afraid to approach, with visions of porn influenced submission that have fueled their times of masturbation with the impersonal viewing of two dimensional dominant women that meet their every desire unquestioned. When meeting a dominant woman face to face who speaks, challenges and questions their motives, most would rather retreat back into their fancy-filled dreams than face what lies within them. Those brave enough and hungry enough to move past their fears are the ones I look for.

These are the men who are tired of living half a life. Tired of hiding in dark shadows what beckons them in the mid morning hours. Men willing to put aside their preconceived ideas of submission and dominance and will strip away the role and title to reveal what makes their heart beat wild. It either lies within you or it doesn't.

The authentic I can work with, train and eventually own for both of our pleasure. Because it's not about following some rules or pattern set by someone in a best selling book. But about the reality of a connection between two people who naturally bring those desires to the surface and remove whatever boundaries society has put on them. Growing the hunger and reveling in it's ever increasing glow and power.

It's the foundation that is laid and built upon between two people with respect and adoration for one another. Knowing deep down each is needed by the other to exist. Who am I without the beauty of your submission?

I am searching and will find once again that magic. I'll know again that trust that runs deeper than any river and the vulnerability and openness of a surrendered heart. Until we are both owned by each other.

Owned

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Strap-On Play ~ Sometimes You Just Have to Laugh!

Turtles

Well it started out hot, passionate and romantic! I had company over but they had left for the night, not to be back until morning. My delicious slave and I decided we were in the mood for some great D/s play but in wisdom decided to play in my bedroom and not the living room if by chance my company decided to return unexpectedly.  A little hard to explain and quickly shuffle out of the living room a naked man, (as beautiful as he is), bound and me found in mid strike to his ass with the riding crop! :)

So the bedroom it was, and the electricity, passion and erotic tension was building beautifully. His beautiful ass was just beginning to blush when we both heard the front door open!  We both dove to shut my bedroom door. I laughing and he suspended in humilation and shock at the possibility of being seen! "Quiet!" I laughingly commanded.  And again we proceeded in regaining the mood ever conscious of my visitor only being a wall away.

Strap-On play was the goal of the night and the tension and mood was quickly returning. I had just purchased a new dildo, larger than what he was use to, but feeling confident he could accommodate it. Me with harness and new dildo ready, my slave positioned himself on my bed, on his bound wrists, knees spread and ass in the air waiting. :)  I knew he was keenly aware of the visitor in the next room and wanted to remain as quiet as possible.

Slowly I prepared his tight opening with my lubed fingers, the lube cool on his skin but his tight canal welcoming my touch and probing. Then I slowly stroked his ass cheeks, his shaft and balls increasing his pleasure. As I gently and with great care started to insert my new toy into his canal I was meeting with resistance.

"Relax." I leaned against the small of his back and whispered toward his hearing. "Relax." As I stroked his cheeks and used my fingers to open him more. I started to insert again and heard faint whispers coming from his turned head.  But couldn't make out what he was saying.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No. I'm ok." But I could see a worried look spreading across his face.

"Maybe I should use the other one." I suggested. Getting concerned...knowing we could try some other time.  He shook his head, so I proceeded to maneuver the dildo further.

"Awwww." I heard him release quietly.

"You ok?" I asked, then heard him whisper something but couldn't make it out.

Three times I had him repeat it when I finally heard him say with a strain..."Too big!"

Call me cruel, but I broke out laughing!  Something about this strong alpha male, bound by the wrists, trying to muffle his moans in the sheets to not be heard, then finally releasing, "Too big!" struck me so funny!

I slowly and gently removed the dildo from his canal and told him to stay put while I changed dildos.  I was determined to have his ass that night! When I returned from the bathroom with the dildo I knew he could take, he was laying on his side in a fetal position on the bed. I'm sorry men, but that struck me funny again!  I started to laugh so hard, and feeling bad for him, I released his wrists from the rope.

I told him to lie on his back. My favorite way to take him. I like fondling his cock and balls in between pounding that lovely ass. Then watching the expressions on his face... Mmmmm. I thought for sure this would get me back into the right mood. I was wrong!

As I started to slide the smaller dildo into him I could feel the laughter starting to bubble out of my throat. The look on his face was ease, knowing he could take this one, but that was not what got me laughing again! He is the most humble slave, loving, considerate, willingly accommodating  the kinky requests I have for him with not much thought for himself. He has truly put his safety in my hands.

So here he was, calm, at ease, lying on his back, legs up and spread, his hands holding his thighs in place, eyes closed, waiting .... just surrendered and waiting.  He looked so precious to me and then I laughed as a picture came to my mind of a turtle on his back unable to move.  I lost it at that point! The laughter started to roll out of me, all the while he is trying to get me to be quiet because of my visitor.  I no longer cared!!!!  All I could see was this gorgeous turtle before me surrendered!!!!

He started laughing also as I finally was able to verbalise what I was seeing as snot ran out of my nose onto his chest, my body heaving back and forth and tears now running down my face.

Yep!  No turning back now!  The moment of passion was long passed and we ended the night in each others arms, with intermittent laughter over turtles.  His new nickname now!

I love the look on his face! Priceless!