My Sweet Little Girl

My Sweet Little Girl

“I expected more” he said to me as I dropped down to my knees

I hung my head the shame ripped through and I stared down at the floor.

“I’m sorry” I whispered but barely heard, I looked up my eyes implored

But his eyes stayed hard his posture straight I knew what was in store.

“You’ll remain here for an hour, right there where you are, don’t move, or talk, even sigh”

“When the time is up i’ll return and from there we will discuss your little lie.”

He left me then and my eyes filled up, I was sad but knew it was deserved

I should have paid attention, done what was right, been a good girl: sweet and reserved.

The time dragged on the world slowed down though my heart picked up its pace

My breath came fast, my mind raced on as I sunk into my submissive’s space.

Finally I heard the latch lift up, felt his presence enter into the room

I felt so small, so bad and so ashamed, and sunk further into my gloom.

The ball gag pushed against my now dry lips; I opened up wide as I was trained.

Tightened up hard, the cuffs followed next & i knew I was in for some pain.

The paddle, oh no, I hate that thing, it marks and burns and welts

But his hand’s on my head as he leads me to bed and the fear inside me melts.

I’m his little, I’ve been bad, but I know it’s ok, he’ll punish with only what’s fair

I’ll take the pain, and be good again, he’s just showing me how much he cares.

So I lie there as pain rains down on my skin, I cry and I beg for no more

But he continues on teaching the lesson I need, I’m feeling so painful, so sore.

Then the tirade of fire ceases it’s angry attack and his hands begin to assuage

The burning I’m feeling, my poor reddened skin has flared into a terrible rage.

The cool of the oil, the touch of his hands, the soothing words into my ear

The worst is now over, the love can pour back no more worry, or upset or fear.

My heart now feels open, my guilt feels released, I am freed and my body unfurls

“Well done my sub, your lesson is done, now come here my sweet little girl.”

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When Night Time Surrounds Me – Memoirs Of A Submissive

When Night Time Surrounds Me – Memoirs Of A Submissive

When night time surrounds me

And day time surrenders

When spirits come to revel in the dark hours’ splendours

When the pale of the moon glares white against black

When reality fades and my mind wanders back.

I know I should pick up my heart and march on…

But dark memories call and I’m pulled off track. 

The whip with its crack and the hand with its smack

The cane with its whoosh as it’s forced through the air

The feel of His fingers caught tight in my hair.

The paddle so hard, bringing tears to my eyes

Before slippery wetness would course down my thighs.

Deprivation of sight, and touch and sound

The feel of my knees forced down to the ground.

The longing for more and the relief of its pain

A slight pause, a caress, before starting again.

Too much, then I’m gone, lost in true sub space

At His feet, head bowed; I knew my place.

Cuffs bound tightly, or ropes pulled taut

The bliss of having my hands safely caught.

Straddling the chair or over His knee

He always knew where I needed to be.

Good girl, or brat, little or pet

Each of His girls were a perfect set. 

Slut and princess, all in a club

But favourite of all of course was His sub.

She took what was needed with thanks at the end

She’d straddle or kneel or suck or bend.

The perfect mix of all of the girls

Brat’s stamping foot or good girls’ cute curls.

I remember them all – they are always with me

And the memories of blisters, and welts and bruised knees

I keep them locked up, fenced off in my mind

With the those pink fairy lights surrounding the shrine.

So when night time surrounds me and day time surrenders

These spirits come to revel in my dark minds’ splendours

When the pale of the moon glares white against black

My reality fades and my mind wanders back…

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What Do You Want little one?

What Do You Want little one?

“What do you want little girl?” he asked of me.

You Sir.  All of You – I want to lose myself in You and with You.

I want my senses to be tied up, my mind to give up and my body to be Your play thing, to do with as You see fit.

I want to be the slave who takes away all Your pain and the slut from whom You take the greatest, dirtiest, darkest pleasures.

I want to be the little You can take the most precious care over and the brat You can’t help but want to tame.

But most of all Sir…I want to kneel at Your feet and be the submissive You have always dreamed of owning – the one possession You are the most proud of – the one other being on this whole earth whom You know you can trust with Your life; to support You and love You and take everything You have to give, be it agony or ecstasy.

I want You Sir.

You are my everything.

“Oh little, you really are the sweetest thing. But I meant: do you want tea or coffee?”

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