An Owner's control, possesses you indelibly, exquisite moment;
So assiduous, At unspeakable instants, Master's lips torment........
~¤~Going Home~¤~
...........It seemed to matter then, but now...how could we:
Ever hope to know, ever want again to go,
To even wonder seems unfair........And so very long ago.........
From "Mastery"
What counts is what one wants to do,
and not what one does.
Pablo Picasso
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~¤~Summoned~¤~
Clothed in blackest velvet and summoned from her cave,
Learning passion plays that follow pleasant interludes;
Parchments fully scribed calmed her well on tearful days,
Revealing an unknown land where excitation was her due.
Her unrequited passion led her down new twisting paths,
Frustrated oftentimes with the ways the cards were dealt;
Fenced, teased and delighted, refreshed by joyful laughs,
His mastery of words controlled some wonders that she felt.
Her pouting most endearing, the enjoyment never spoiled,
Stroking softness in her cheek, gazing at her keen surprise;
She was surely not for sparing, so he kept his rod well oiled,
Stroking her bottom pinker, adding warm hues to her thighs.
Ordered to a passion, beyond the known world and her fears
He turned pain to pleasure, to bring fresh joy from her tears
~¤~Enchanted Delight~¤~
Stand in candlelight,
Eyes enlarged, glistening
Nervous, excited;
So very pretty
In the little black silk dress,
Many eyes upon her.
She was turning heads,
Feeling his breath on her neck,
"Stand still" He says quietly;
His eager voice so husky,
Lips nibbling on her earlobe,
Shiver and tremble.
Steady herself now,
Legs apart, hands clutch her arm,
Tracing new designs;
They pattern her flesh,
These anxious goosebump waves,
Her skin is so warm.
Legs beneath her skirt,
Bare for licentious fondling,
Shaven silky smooth;
Can keen hands resist,
Ankle, calf, knee or hipbone,
Brush her inner thighs.
She squirms demurely,
Pandering to eager needs,
Give in to desire;
No release required,
Residing in sorcery,
Enchanted delight.
~¤~Confession ~¤~
I am fully cognicent,
That you wish to confess,
You are ready for excitement,
In a state of lewd undress;
You have clad your naked body,
In garments open wide,
Your creamy breasts rise softly,
Helped by hands that slip inside
You would do well to remember
As you're caressed with care,
Not to remove that kimono
On this public thoroughfare;
Naked allure casts a shadow,
On dalliance and discretion,
Revelations of pale beauty,
Take intrigue from confession.
~¤~Punishment~¤~
When you kneel on hotel carpets
And present your nether charms,
The traditional retribution,
Shatters conceited calm;
You excite the young romantics,
To wicked stares so lewd
Abandoned ladies look distressed
At your forthright, naughty mood.
Your perfect, passionate body,
Could be arranged across a lap,
If you are dragged into the lobby,
And your backside raised to smack;
The lotharios now well contented,
Ladies offer gentle thanks,
A darker blush of scarlet hue,
Permeates your restless flanks.
You have already tresspassed
Your delinquency's well known,
It will take empassioned efforts,
For your compliance to atone;
The trouble with such punishments,
We have so often seen before,
Is that your bottom may be purple,
Yet you're always craving more.
~¤~Kid Gloves~¤~
Leather kid gloves,
Wipe away misdemeanours,
Leather kid gloves
The substance for dreamers.
Leather kid gloves
Hold the key to your pain,
Leather kid gloves
Will not wield that cane.
Leather kid gloves
Keep the adult so mild,
Leather kid gloves
Admonish the child.
~¤~Learning the ritual~¤~
In the darkness of the chateau, she hears his approaching tread,
He seeks her out ,desires her, she would do nothing else instead;
His steps pause at her chambers, candles flicker as he nears,
He observes her like a sculptor,carving passions, moulding tears.
Kneeling, head bowed as he enters, let her hands rest on her thighs;
When he stands there arms akimbo, she's ready, supplicant, so wise.
She had come to him for learning, for a sensual mentoring thrill;
Enriched by enticing promise, she drinks him in,with all his skill.
He sits to taste her beauty, stretched before him, now prostrate,
Reach in the prescribed way, a touch cool,his counterweight.
Does she swallow, anticipating? Is her leather collar tight?
Does the "D" ring for her leash glint in the candlelight?
Her hair shines in the shadows, perfumed smoke drifts all around;
"Look up at me," he commands, "Raise your head up from the ground."
"What a beauty! So licentious!" Worth the training and the risk,
Will her head tilt sweetly back,when her hair is in his fist?
He bends to kiss her pale cheek, gazing at her throat exposed,
"Are you prepared for our ritual?" "Yes." Mixed feelings undisclosed.
Savouring her excited fragrance, fondling her nape entranced,
Clips a leash to her collar, "Walk with me, my pet, advance."
She flinches at her Master's voice, yet she follows once she rises,
Reluctant in this endeavour,anxiously awaits surprises.
Walking slowly to an open space. "Kneel", he instructs with acumen,
She settles on her haunches, resumes the waiting pose again.
She watches as he beckons, calls townsfolk to his estate,
He stands, sensing the tension,watching the servants, mouths agape.
Her hips flare out dramatic,he feels a hardening in his groin
She's moist and quite ecstatic, they form two sides of one coin.
Milky shoulders, rising, falling, to the astonishment of peasants,
He murmurs tender eadearments: "Today, we give each other presents."
"I give you enduring pleasure, You will offer up submission,
Such a desired gift to achieve your pet ambition."
"As you wish so I desire,Master," she subserviently replied.
"Take me through the fire, possess your creature, share my pride."
"You will be cosseted, protected, the scorching flames won't burn."
In the inferno of renewal, together owned and owner learn.
~¤~Servicing ~¤~
You stare him in the face
Ignoring protestations,
service him cleanly;
His hardening member,
is for taking in your mouth,
and sucking keenly.
Run your teeth against it,
Lick up and down the thick shaft,
Stimulating him.
He won't disengage,
Ejaculates down your throat,
It's Astonishing.
If you continue,
He will be in your power,
Squirting stickyness.
Wrap your tongue around,
The hot, spewing instrument,
Savour 'til he's done.
~¤~Food for thought~¤~
"Who are you?" she demands,
Her harsh voice irritated,
Condescending in command;
There remained a certain need,
Bending to his form prostrated,
For his throat offered her feed.
"I am yours," he just advised,
"Though your kisses are delayed."
Trembling as he idolised;
Would he ever dare look up,
So delightfully afraid,
As she leans down to sup.
Resentment clouds her face,
Blushing with an angry love,
Exposes teeth in a grimace;
Licking lips, descending fast,
His arms just would not move,
Head so heavy, his neck arched.
"Whose are you?" she murmurs,
Biting his exposure, savage,
"I am ours," his mouth concurs;
Accepting his fate so sanguine,
Final words before her ravage,
For her entree, his blood fountains.
Focusing his twisted mind,
Entranced by her siren wails,
Sensing power now entwined;
In a duet of tortured conquest,
Tearing with her scratching nails
Vicious she claws at his chest.
Every scrape of limpid flesh,
Each sob of ultimate devotion,
Gave her succour that refreshed;
His errant form provided plenty,
Sinew, crude lust, all emotion,
Food for thoughtful cognoscenti.
~¤~Take Out~¤~
It's hard to make those choices,
When the dish is under cover,
But should he waste,
A chance to taste,
An offer from his lover.
Slipping below that cover,
Soon jammed between her hips,
To sighs profound,
He tastes her mound,
His tongue to nether lips.
Tickling, flicking, nibbling,
Licking, rubbing at her sex,
Agily devising,
Touches surprising,
That docile moans reflect.
Stiff little fingers, stiffer resolve,
Brace her body arched.
He grips her thighs,
To her delight,
And quaffs, a man sex starved.
Holding her open from above,
Pushing up from below,
His lady reclined,
Her pleasure defined,
A take out dish to go.
~¤~Say nothing~¤~
Say nothing though you toss your stubborn head,
Taken 'cross your Master's lap - so well deserved;
One hand around your waist. The other spreads
Your backside, as you lie there, lost for words.
A swelling breast is fondled through your gown,
Around your waist, fine silks now coalesce,
You turn your head as panties are slid down,
Would you not respond? Await redress.
An eager body answers, despite silences,
Beneath the cloth, your nipples harden fast;
Your moist arousal also evidences,
How you'll enjoy this chastisement so harsh.
Once spanked severely, reckless desires awaken,
Unsatiated 'til you're collared, owned and taken.
~¤~Inspecting her questions~¤~
"Would I shy from him?"
Slapping preying hands away
She is too modest.
Because she wants him.
His pet needs him, longs for him.
All her dreams suggest.
"My hands may say no."
But perking nipples say yessssss.
Perhaps she is fearful?
This fear is a sin.
Such sin will never deter?
Does't make her tearful?
"Perhaps I delight?"
Intrigues her?And quite Excites?
Who knows what perturbs?
Let's find out shall we
This black hearted silken lass
Do dark thoughts disturb?
"Must I undress first?"
Strip wench - she is allowed
She has permission.
Understand his will
Remove her silk gown forthwith.
Cease disquisition.
"Do you not perceive"
"I've removed it MiLord?"
You murmur, soft breeze,
His mind in a spin,
Bedazzled he will now look,
Her beauty received.
"Naked flesh, my sir?"
Hair flows down but can't conceal
Those soft pert breasts.
The delicate hands,
The belly, the face and the thighs...
Attract interest.
"Yessss, take me quickly!"
What do delicate hands do?
Cupped across her sex,
Panties round ankles.
Like a remarkable shell,
She does so perplex.
"I guard the ocean floor,
Clammed shut, shielded from Master,"
Her gaze deflected.
"Remove your hands, girl,"
Show that perfect triangle,
Slowly he inspected.
~¤~Owned~¤~
An Owner's control,
Possesses you indelibly,
Exquisite moment;
So assiduous,
At unspeakable instants,
Master's lips torment
Gagged by velvet,
An inclination to turn,
Soft cries to pleasure.
Anxious bright eyes learn,
Entrancing notes of delight,
Owned forever.
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~¤~Waiting on a lower plane~¤~
Serene I touch her face, before I slap;
Caring not for whip or paddle or cane;
I'll admonish across my welcome lap,
She'll soon be soundly spanked again.
I'll stay my haste to tease submissives dear;
What avails punishment complete too fast?
I sit as she displays her naked rear,
Before she receives chastisement at last.
She turns her head, enticement in her eyes,
The pet desires the teasing to desist;
I'll whip her rump, her flanks and both her thighs,
Entrapped now in a hold she can't resist.
When striking palms have met her several needs,
Her backside burning with the sting she feels;
I push her to the floor where she proceeds,
To taste Master's designs as there she kneels.
Submissive acts engender doggerel dire,
Subverting licentious thoughts you devise,
As a prelude to tortures you desire,
Five verses for the moment must suffice.
~¤~Relegated with Writing~¤~
He would indite all sorrowful oppression,
Banning furtive tears and quiet despair;
He'd write of convoluted love's obsession,
Sigh loudly as he pens away your cares.
Do not tell him with your sparkling starry eyes
Of pouting lips that whisper so unheard;
Do not expect his charm in some disguise
Consider submissive bending to his words.
The pinkened blush of ruddy smiling cheeks
Cushion his thoughts till the break of dawn;
Should your body waken cool at night,
His ideas will caress your sleepless form.
Arise excited with such intimate thoughts,
Suckled from the most nectarous dreams;
He'll not leave you for long on tenterhooks,
Needing your mind to further wicked schemes.
Replenished with your early morning draft,
Present your quarters to the author's pleasure,
Obscenely dry and tight, proffer your eager aft,
To be a writing desk for his endeavour.
Yet, do remember, as you act as his bureau,
While dipping in your well he will extol,
A deeper bond than sexual frolics and curios
Will relegate such games to playful roles.
~¤~Horrid Perversity~¤~
The perverse stranger can be horrid,
Draws from you bitter surrender,
Captive freed from absurd worries,
Sudden bliss when you're befriended.
~¤~Bending to a Whim~¤~
T'is not oppression he demands
Nor furtive tears, nor quiet despair;
But your obedience he commands
Kneeling silent by his chair.
Tell him not with starry eyes
Of warm lips feeding on his stem;
Expect strokes to your behind
Consider bending to a whim.
~¤~Dripping Honey In My Head~¤~
Your voice is dripping honey in my head
At midnight whispering on telephones
Concepts liquefy 'til you're misled,
Listening to the timbre of those moans.
You have submitted to such avid thoughts,
You've lifted up the hem of your silk gown,
Lie back, ready for pleasurable sports,
Play with your dampness and its furred surround.
You turn languorously on coverlets,
Imagine sins for which you must atone,
Instructed, reach for toys you won't regret,
Permitted as you are to utter groans.
Bind your limbs with silken scarfs so tight,
Stuff dampened panties in your willing mouth,
Your baleful fantasies complete this night,
Ignore the concerns of your absent spouse.
Engendering your climax I'll devote,
Tawdry words that stream so from my lips,
Ragged gasps rise harshly in your throat,
Accompanied by wildly surging hips.
I can envisage you now dissipated,
Relaxing back upon your empty bed,
Snuggle with your blankets now you're sated
Your voice still dripping honey in my head.
~¤~ Suggestion~¤~
Offering up quiescent mouths,
never shunning jets that rouse,
In a wet frenzy you carouse,
as the viscous bubbles thus empower.
Halflight's submission will accept
the puissant flow that connects,
sluicing fluid where it collects,
rare sweet liquid from an aestival tower.
Satisfy keen matutinal lust,
spurting fervour keeps love just
Eager lips guarding your trust
As engorged virility is devoured.
So swallow and absorb that seed,
bestowed upon that craving need,
this tactile harbinger is freed,
So obliging at this early cockcrow hour.
~¤~ Be~¤~
Be mastered by the suave, imperious mind
that takes you where you would not go alone;
Dare you taste delights so unconfined,
Permit the sharpest thrills as you atone?
Stripped quite bare though fabrics may resist,
You're left in standing bliss for all to see,
Supplicant at each suggestive kiss,
Naked, proud and owned though your heart's free.
A woman's eager cravings never cease.
Natural pleasures rise within your breast.
Giving fervent need some new release,
Taken from steep climbs to languid rest.
Reach the summit poised and bound and stilled
Surrender your sweet abyss and be filled.
~¤~Songbird Craving~¤~
Songbird craving harsh excesses,
Forget the bright landscape outside;
The sun obscured, the gloom represses,
Where I am naked, cuffed and blind.
Fluttering hearts may soon be pleased
Back to the door, I sense a presence,
Harsh whispers bring me to my knees,
Submit my plumage to malfeasance.
Entertain the whistling of the whip,
It sings and slices through the air,
Raise malleable flesh to meet it,
Welcome the bite, become aware.
It's opportune to cry and dance,
Yet, craving iron disciplined will
Don't lower hands to burning flanks
No, my Master, I'll stand still
Holding position, statuesque marvel,
Receptive to the whip's caresses
Stinging cuts won't make me warble,
Songbird craving harsh excesses.
~¤~Heaving unto others~¤~
You coif your hair before the fire,
Your head is filled with idle thoughts;
Your lover watches as you muse
His mind intrigued by certain sport.
Obligingly naked, you are game,
You will surrender to intent;
Bending forward to the flame,
To show curvaceousness content.
Will his palms cup each perking breast,
Excited by your candid state?
Will his hand rest against your nest,
Your beauties thus to contemplate?
Would you restrain such a dubious lover
Guard flesh to heave unto another?
~¤~Complete Submission~¤~
Her submission is complete when he emerges:
The plaything's role begins as she is switched,
whipped, controlled and bound as he resurges,
unmoved since cries and pleas merely enrich.
Invariably, he will indulge this creature,
dispensing subterfuge, denial and ruse;
A subtle Mastery never can demean her,
stewards intrigues in ways she can't refuse.
She yields the stickiest honey confected,
responding to thick puissance content;
Penetrated by the hardness he's erected,
replete in mouth and sex and fundament.
His showered detritus satiates her urges,
Her submission is complete when he emerges.
~¤~Indeed~¤~
Indeed it may, finally, be your turn,
Await the dawning of that distant day,
Assume the role, attend, kneeling to learn;
Know then this certain path, your chosen way,
Achieved through subtle devices of no concern,
When once, within your head, he earns his stay.
Once in private spaces your flesh cowered,
No usage or abusage met craven need
Bound to a Master you will be empowered;
With heart-felt affection you'll be freed,
When the bud of your enjoyment flowered,
It may, finally, be your turn, indeed.
~¤~That Day~¤~
If she could kneel submissive at his feet that day,
And whisper dreamily of her desire,
He would find the time to chide without gainsay,
And responsive, warm her uncomplaining fire.
If she lay there supine across his lap that day,
And raised her backside as in days of old,
I think he should not hesitate to strip her clothes away,
And let his hand alight on naked flesh so bold.
If she could turn her head and look at him that day,
And murmur that her longing is a need now to atone,
He'd oblige with a spanking to make her sigh away,
Her flesh he'd colour crimson as she, compliant, moans.
~¤~ Cherche~¤~
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Cherche silencieuse
Une sensation inouie,
Jambes tremblantes;
Toutes ombrageuses,
Vagues de plaisir ici,
pulsatoires, courrantes.
Sang bouillant t'excite,
rougeatre, chaleureuse,
ton coeur battra encore,
si lent et puis si vite,
ton corps mouillé heureuse
épuisé- petit mort.
~¤~Hunt ~¤~
Utterly silent,
inexpressible feelings,
course through trembling legs,
Thunderous moments,
send waves of delight reeling,
racing pleasure begs.
Excited blood thickens
reddens the skin - such heat
beating hearts, vapid breath;
So slow until it quickens,
your body moistens replete
Exhausting little death.
~¤~The happy kitten~¤~
Deep inside your senses, in the solitude of your mind,
the happy, purring kitten plays its games;
Hide the glowing embers, he would hope to set alight,
Your eyes will soon shine brightly in his flame.
He can ignite the passion, fuelled by indiscretions,
Observing how you writhe out of control;
Wild, untamed and brazen, you enter his dimension,
Instinctively you will fulfil your role.
Satiated pleasure slave, captive in his proud domain,
Resting as you finish your daily tasks,
Revealing garments and silken chains insidiously restrain,
When you find your kneeling place and drop the mask
In this idealised world you need make no hard decisions,
Your savage urges are, instinctively, to please,
Misbehave, show derision and be punished with precision,
Then relax, enjoy the ravage and release.
~¤~Ready~¤~
Ready now to serve, hidden by louvered blinds,
Seated in a chair, enmeshed in languid dreaming;
Her body is observed: light and shadows defined,
This heated affair gives the warmth true meaning.
The sun and I both steal over hints of treasure,
Foetally curled, tranquil in perfect sleep;
Limbs parted reveal: moist incipient pleasure,
My desire unfurls, while viscous dampness seeps.
Undisturbed by feeling, her recumbant flesh,
Exquisite half-awake, anticipating the word;
From slumber all revealing, prepared to express,
Every submissive layer, ready now to serve.