is impossible to capture in words
the feelings I have for you
They are the strongest feelings that I
have ever had about anything
yet when I try to tell you them
or try to write them to you
the words do not even begin to touch
the depths of my feelings
And though I cannot explain the essence of
these phenomenal feelings
I can tell you what I feel like when I am with you
When I am with you it is as if
I were a bird flying freely in the clear blue sky
When I am with you it is as if
I were a flower opening up my petals of life
When I am with you it is as if
I were the waves of the ocean crashing strongly
against the shore
When I am with you it is as if
I were the rainbow after the storm
proudly showing my colors
When I am with you it is as if
everything that is beautiful surrounds us
This is just a very small part of how wonderful I feel
when I am with you
Maybe the word “love” was invented to explain the deep, all-encompassing feelings that I have for you
but somehow it is not strong enough
But since it is the best word that there is
let me tell you a thousand times
I love you more than
“love”
Author: Master
Erotic Intimidation
Erotic Intimidation
It is not something that can be defined. It has to be seen, felt, experienced.
It is that sensation of another being hovering over you.
You feel the weight of it pressing down,
Feel the heat of it’s breath billowing over you,
The rise and fall of it’s chest as it heaves with need.
Raw, intense, power as it rolls over your flesh.
The ghostlike scrapes of it against you marking, taking, claiming.
That hesitation just before the touch, just before the taste.
That moment of pure clarity where deviance thrives.
Where it takes hold of your mind and contorts even the most lewd of thoughts into something … even more
Obscene.
That moment that has your entire body feeling like a tuning fork,
Trembling beneath it emitting sounds that are no place near human.
Tones that are reserved only for the animal within.
Complete capture, rapture, and cage as it surrounds you, washes over you, floods you, and rapes you.
Those seconds where you are unsure if this is really what you want.
Can you handle it, were you truly prepared for it’s intensity?
Will you survive after its gone, after it guts you, after it takes what it needs, wants, craves?
Those flashes of doubt that is at the onset of intimacy.
An intimacy that no one returns from… unscathed.
That… is what will make you mine..
The training of Sara
Sara awoke dazed and not sure of where she was or where she had been. The sun was shining through an open window, a breeze billowing through the white curtains gracing the room, empty except for the bed, a single chair and a mirror.
Raising her head and back and swinging her legs around to get out of the bed, Sara winces at the stinging pain spreading across her ass, down her legs and across her back. Standing slowly, feeling a throbbing between her wet, sticky legs, she stumbles her way to the mirror. A small cry raises from her throat as she sees her reflection glaring back at her from the mirror. Holding one hand over her shivering mouth, Sara runs her hands down her body, biting back tears of pain as they run over raised red welts striped across her breasts, her nipples swollen to twice their size, over waves on her belly, and down her thighs. Her hands travel between her thighs causing her to cry out again as the air assaults her raw, swollen sex. Sara drops to the floor sobbing, spying the mass of welts rising across her back, the memory of the night before peeking through her pain shrouded mind.
Sara shuts her eyes hard trying to bring back the full memory of the evening before, and jumps as she hears the door open behind her. Peeking through her tears she sees a man dressed in casual khakis and a blue tailored shirt pulling a tray into the room, his back to her. Sara sees him start to turn and buries her eyes in her arm stifling her sobs. He walks over to the mass on the floor, and gently picks Sara up carrying her back to the bed, laying her softly on top. He begins to gently stroke her forehead whispering, “There, there pet, all will be well…” Sara looks up through tear strained eyes, and watches as he turns to the bowl on the cart and wrings out a washcloth. Still watching Him, he turns and smiles down at her and gently begins to wash her wounds, His firm hands dabbing softly at each welt on her body, down her breasts, her throbbing nipples, her striped stomach, between her throbbing sex and all the way down to her toes. His eyes burn into her as Sara watches His tender administrations, relaxing at His touch. Sara moans as His lips brush over her body licking her wounds o so tenderly, and moves a bit as her juices begin to ooze out of her swollen throbbing sex. He then turns and coats her wounds with a cooling ointment and wraps her in warm blankets. Sitting on the side of the bed, he wraps her in His arms whispering, “Sleep my pet, sleep well as Your training continues this evening”
Sara closes her eyes in a pained sleep, her mind racing, her senses overloaded. She awakens in what seems to be days later to the sound of a tray once more being wheeled into the room.
Sara raises her head slightly to see what may be on the tray as she is ravenously hungry. He turns and slaps her face with his open palm exploding, “Who told you to move?” Reeling from the blow, Sara whispers, “No one”. Another blow strikes her face, he screams, “No one WHO, Sara?” Tears welling in her eyes, Sara whimpers, “No one, Master”, the memory of the night before flooding her mind. He smiles as he sees the recollection revealed in her eyes, strides over to the chair and sits. In doing so, he pulls out a piece of paper and holds it up in the air shouting, “Look at ME slut!” Sara turns and looks, tears streaming down her face, “Yes, Master?. He looks at her, his eyes burning into her very core, “This paper, signed by you, slut, states that you are MINE, MY possession, I OWN YOU- do you understand? Sara blinks back tears whispering, “Yes, Master”. He places the paper back into his pocket and walks over to her and says, “Good, now we begin”.
He pulls the covers off of Sara as she lays there shivering and roars with laughter. Sara winces at His evil laugh, sobbing her chest heaving, her face ablaze with fire. “I just remembered I can take you whenever I feel like it!” He straddles Sara’s’ stomach, pushing her thighs apart with his knees and thrusts His swollen manhood into her swollen, raw sex.
Sara’s body jolts from his force crying out as she feels her insides being ripped by His organ pounding inside of her. He raises her hips, wrapping one arm around her waist, and with the other begins to pinch and squeeze her swollen nipple. Sara groans as she feels her body betray her, her nipples immediately responding to his touch, hardening, standing out in his fingers, her juices drip from her swollen sex. He continues to thrust deep into her, pressing harder with each thrust, and reaches into his pocket taking out a pair of nipple clamps-“A gift for my possession”, a smile crossing his face. He pulls at her nipple, and places one clamp over the swollen bud, snapping it shut. Sara’s chest arches at the pain, her nipples throbbing, hard she cries out,” OOOOOOO Goddddddddddd pleaseeeeeeeeee, Master oooooooooo” He smiles, pulling on the other nipple, clamping that one tight, continuing to drive His sex deeper into her quickly punishing her. Sara screams as the pain bites into her, her mind a haze, her hips bucking up against Him she feels herself ready to explode. Feeling her readiness, he grabs her chin, looking at her saying, “ When I allow you to cum, remember this, Sara, if you do, you will have totally submitted yourself to me. Twisting the clamps and pounding His sex into her, his sweat dripping on to her body, he feels her body begin to shudder and tense. Sara feels her body tense, her nipples aching the pain turning to pleasure, her juices dripping onto his sex, she looks at him begging “Please, let me cum Master..o goddddd please……….” He smiles, lowering himself over her body and whispers in her ear, “Cum now for me lil Sara, cum and give yourself to me”
Sara arches her back, and feels waves of pleasure spread through her body, she cries out and shudders her orgasm overtaking her, her juices releasing in one rush as her muscles contract against His throbbing sex.
Feeling her orgasm, he thrusts deeper into her with final strokes and releases his seed into her, biting deep into her shoulder as he does marking her, making her his. Sara collapses back on the bed struggling for breathe, the pain again awakening in her breasts, shivering.
He rolls off of her onto the floor and goes to the tray, looking back at her..”Spread my legs, Sara”
Sara, shivers and spreads her legs, peeking at the tray under lowered eyes. He picks up a cotton ball and some alcohol and pours it on the cotton and turns to her. He bends over her, examining the inside of her thighs and nods approvingly, “mmmm Nice and swollen, it will help with the pain” He dabs at her swollen sex with the alcohol cleaning it. Sara screams as white lights explode across her eyes, the pain searing through her, and begins to sob. He picks up a needle and thread, and a small ring. He threads the needle and places it in the alcohol and runs the ring down onto the thread. He looks at Sara and whispers, “You must stay still, Sara, it will hurt but it won’t last long..this is to make sure All know who owns you”
Leaning over, he takes the needle and pierces the tender skin surrounding her sex, drawing the string through along with the ring, fitting the ring through her lip and closing it with a tiny ball. Sara screams as the needle pierces her swollen sex, sweat and tears streaming down her face. He swabs her face with a cool cloth, scooping up her tears with his finger, bringing it to his lips, tasting them. “It will be over soon, Sara, then you will be mine” He continues with his work placing another ring behind the one already placed and two more on the opposite side in the exact same places. Sara screams out in agony, her body drenched in sweat as she feels her sex being pierced, but again her body betrays her, her juices beginning to flow once more. He looks at her moist sex and his work and smiles, “I think my lil Sara is going to have a very hard time hiding her lust”. He then picks up a thin rod and runs it through the rings and places a lock on either end, locking them in place and placing the key in his pocket. He pulls out 4 tiny bells and attaches one to each ring. He steps back to admire his work and laughs,”I think that I will never lose you now Sara, get up and walk around” Sara sobs and rises from the bed, the pain in her nipples biting her, and groans as she feels the rod holding her sex closed. She takes small steps across the room hearing the bells tinkle as she walks. He smiles, “This is how you will be while I am not with you Sara, no one is allowed to touch my property including you, do you understand?” Sara lowers her eyes, whispering, “Yes, Master” He smiles tenderly, “Good, now come to bed, I am tired” Sara walks quietly and returns to the bed, laying quietly next to him. He puts his leg over her body and whispers “You are mine now Sara, don’t ever forget that” and kisses her head.
Sara awakens with a start, rises and looks around. Her eyes brighten as she raises her wet hand that was between her thighs. She shakes her head and smiles thinking, “It would be so nice if it would really happen” She raises from her bed and walks happily to the shower looks in the mirror on her way and winks at her reflection
Your Awakening
Your Awakening!
A time comes in your life when you finally get it…when, in the midst of all your fears and insanity, you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere thevoice inside your head cries out – ENOUGH! Enough fighting and crying orstruggling to hold on. And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blinkback your tears and begin to look at the world through new eyes.
This is your awakening.
You realize it’s time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change…or for happiness, safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that neither of you is Prince Charming or Cinderella and that in the real world there aren’t always fairy tale endings (or beginnings for that matter) and that any guarantee of “happily ever after” must begin with you…and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.
You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are… and that’s OK. They are entitled to their own views and opinions. And you learn the importance of loving and championing yourself…and in the process a sense of new found confidence is born of self-approval.
You stop complaining and blaming other people for the things they did to you (or didn’t do for you) and you learn that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected. You learn that people don’t always say what they mean or mean what they say and that not everyone will always be there for you and that it’s not always about you. So, you learn to stand on your own and to take care of yourself…and in the process a sense of safety and security is born of self-reliance.
You stop judging and pointing fingers and you begin to accept people as they are and to overlook their shortcomings and human frailties..and in the process a sense of peace and contentment is born of forgiveness.
You realize that much of the way you view yourself, and the world around you, is as a result of all the messages and opinions that have been ingrained into your psyche. And you begin to sift through all the crap you’ve been fed about how you should behave, how you should look, how much you should weigh, what you should wear, what you should do for a living, how much money you should make, what you should drive, how and where you should live, who you should marry, the importance of having and raising children, and what you owe your parents, family, and friends.
You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view. And you begin reassessing and redefining who you are and what you really stand for. You learn the difference between wanting and needing and you begin to discard the doctrines and values you’ve outgrown, or should never have bought into to begin with ….and in the process you learn to go with your instincts.
You learn that it is truly in giving that we receive. And that there is power and glory in creating and contributing and you stop maneuvering through life merely as a “consumer” looking for your next fix. You learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated ideals of a by-gone era but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build a life.
You learn that you don’t know everything, it’s not your job to save the world and that you can’t teach a pig to sing. You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to say NO. You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that martyrs get burned at the stake. Then you learn bout love. How to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving and when to walk away.
You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would have them be. You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes. And you learn that alone does not mean lonely.
You also stop working so hard at putting your feelings aside, smoothing things over and ignoring your needs. You learn that feelings of entitlement are perfectly OK….and that it is your right to want things and to ask for the things you want… and that sometimes it is necessary to make demands.
You come to the realization that you deserve to be treated with love, kindness, sensitivity and respect and you won’t settle for less. And you learn that your body really is your temple. And you begin to care for it andtreat it with respect.
You begin to eat a balanced diet, drink more water, and take more time to exercise. You learn that being tired fuels doubt, fear, and uncertainty and so you take more time to rest. And, just as food fuels the body, laughter fuels our soul. So you take more time to laugh and to play.
You learn that, for the most part, you get in life what you believe you deserve…and that much of life truly is a self- fulfilling prophecy. You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for and that wishing for something to happen is different than working toward making it happen. More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success you need direction, discipline and perseverance. You also learn that no one can do it all alone…and that it’s OK to risk asking for help.
You learn the only thing you must truly fear is the greatest robber baron of all: FEAR itself. You learn to step right into and through your fears because you know that whatever happens you can handle it and to give in to fear is to give away the right to live life on your own terms. And you learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom.
You learn that life isn’t always fair, you don’t always get what you think you deserve and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people. On these occasions you learn not to personalize things. You learn that God isn’t punishing you or failing to answer your prayers. It’s just life happening. And you learn to deal with evil in its most primal state – the ego. You learn that negative feelings such as anger, envy and resentment must be understood and redirected or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you. You learn to admit when you are wrong and to build bridges instead of walls.
You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about: a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower. Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never, ever settle for less than your heart’s desire. And you hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to the wind. And you make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting, and to stay open to every wonderful possibility.
Finally, with courage in your heart and understanding by your side you take a stand, you take a deep breath, and you begin to design the life you want to live as best you can.
Far Far East
All of our cries have reached the shore, your voice, your touch, your love, will remain deep in my heart.
Now her eyes drifted to the east, that single tear fell away, to add to the sea, her toes pressed into the sands, while she watched the ships sail off, into the darkness, away from sight, far far to the east.
Her hand drifted over the ring, given just days ago, on this very beach. She said a silent prayer for him, for her love, for her life, which sailed away, far away, far far to the east.
She could not move, her feet had froze, she watched the sun set, the stars and moon rose. Its bright white light, shined over the seas, those seas, which carried her new husband, far away, far away to the east.
All she could remember was his voice, which sang so proud and true, “worry not about me, be strong”, “I will return to you soon”.
She turned to walk away, but she would return every day, her toes to dig into the sands, her eyes to gaze afar, waiting, praying, for those ships, to travel over those waters, those waters which will carry her new husband, back into her arms.
“I love you”, my strong soldier, which sailed away, far away, far far to the east.
“Fuck Me”
“Fuck Me”
“Fuck me”, she whispered,
as she nibbled upon his ear.
The pink slit of her sex
wet with her arousal,
having him so near.
“Fuck Me”, she teased,
as He lifted her up,
her legs wrapping round him,
wanting nothing but his big huge cock.
“Fuck Me”, she cried out,
as she listened to his pants drop,
feeling for the first time,
his hard aroused cock.
“Fuck Me”, she begged,
as He threw his hips forward,
driving his cock,
deep into her hot tight slick pussy.
“Fuck Me”, she screamed,
over and over,
and his cock continued to push,
deeper and deeper,
into her pussy.
“Fuck Me”, she nearly whispered out,
struggling for air,
as he shook violently,
pounding her back against the wall,
filling her with his hot white cum.
“Ohhh Fuck Me”, He yelled out,
mixed in the screams of her orgasms,
then suddenly,
they both fell back onto the sleeping bags,
all their energy drawn,
from this hot,
intense,
“fuck”