I don’t just want…

BDSM, D/s, Erotic Poetry, Fetish, Poetry, Sex, Submission

I dont just want you to touch me,
I need to feel your hands.

I don’t just want you to spank me,
I need every sting that lands.

I don’t just want you to kiss me,
I need devouring with your lips.

I don’t just want you to taste me,
I need savouring with each lick.

I don’t just want you to fuck me,
I need you from the inside out.

I don’t just want you to want me,
I need you to need me, with no doubt.

Of Silence and Pain

BDSM, D/s, Erotic FIction, Fetish, Sex

I’m lying naked, face down on the bed.

My legs are spread, my hands are above my head.

No restraints. But I cannot move.

He told me to remain perfectly still.

I’m not sure what exactly is keeping me here.

Fear? The overwhelming urge to not disappoint?

The smell of clean linen is the only thing that is invading my senses.

My eyes are closed and the room is deathly silent.

He told me to wait.

For how long?

The sound of movement in the room interrupts my thoughts.

The adrenaline is already seeping its way into my veins.

My heartbeat quickens. My breathing hitches imperceptibly.

Still, I don’t move.

I hear the crack before I feel the sting.

Pain rips through my body like a lightning bolt.

Then fades to latent heat.

Still, silence.

I begin to move.

Subconsciously squirming against the combination of pain and arousal.

“Keep still.”

His tone is even, yet threatening.

Crack

Harder than the last.

I cry out and beat my wrists against imaginary shackles.

“Shhh.”

I bite my lip to keep from screaming as the next blow lands.

I’m shaking.

Adrenaline? Maybe.

More likely it’s the only thing I allow myself to do so that I keep still and stay silent.

The lightest touch travels along my leg.

From my ankle to the highest point at the inside of my thigh.

Searching for something when it reaches its destination.

A sign.

A symptom of my body’s own betrayal.

Exquisite pleasure begins to wash over the shadows of the pain.

Dampening the lingering sting of the implement I chose not to ask about.

My heart rate quickens again.

But to a different tune.

Before I can reach that peak, it’s gone.

Silence again.

And I wait for the next lash.

When you let me take the lead…

BDSM, D/s, Erotic Poetry, Poems, Poetry, Submission

When I’m not submissive

When you let me take the lead

When you trust that I can give you

What it is you truly need

When I’m on my knees and at your feet

And yet, I’m in control

And you watch me savour every inch

You watch me take you whole

On my terms, in my own time

Just enjoying every taste

So slowly, so precisely

No speed, no rush, no haste

I acknowledge that you’ve made a choice

To let me see you bare

To not take your pleasure from me

But to hand it to me there

When I watch your eyes grow darker

When I see you reach that point

When you relinquish all your power

And my mouth and throat, anoint

How ironic, that I have the reins

But you still have the power

Because the truth is, I could worship you

From on my knees for hours

Her Submission

BDSM, D/s, Erotic Poetry, Erotica, Submission

The moonlight danced for her and when she spoke, the birds stopped to listen.

When the sunlight touched her, it turned to gold and whole oceans could rise if you whispered her name.

Her touch could ignite fires and a kiss from her lips could start wars.

If only she knew the power she possessed.

She could stop the world turning if she just raised her hand.

But instead, she knelt. Before him.

She bowed her head and held out her hands.

And he watched her, silently offer herself to him, body and soul.

He bound her wrists and led her; and she followed.

He recognised her surrender.

And he knew there was more power in that than all the sunlight, moonlight, birdsong, ocean, fire, and war in this world.

So he protected it. He nurtured it.

He owned her.

But she possessed him.

Fifty Shades More?!

BDSM, D/s, Fifty Shades of Grey, Writing

It’s been confirmed! EL James officially has nothing else to write about!

I do get it…the world fell in love with Fifty Shades, with Christian in particular, but really?! Do we really need another version of something that was suspiciously popular in the first place? The three books, combined, outsold Harry Potter! The film smashed box office records…I know! But quit while you’re ahead, people!

You know how you hear that song that you love, and the whole world loves it too, and it gets played on the radio over and over and over, and eventually you want to rip your own eyeballs out whenever you hear it? Yeah…that!

As I’ve said before, I begrudgingly loved the books when they were first released, but this kind of feels like flogging a dead horse (flogging pun absolutely intended!) It’s like the people behind the BDSM Behemoth can’t let go.

Before I go full on Elsa and start belting out my pitch perfect rendition of Let it Go, I’ll move on…(Bet you never thought you’d see a Disney reference in a piece about Fifty Shades…Yeah…I went there!)

EL James clearly has a talent for creating characters that people love. For the most part, she’s a fantastic story teller, and I do believe that she should continue to write other things (and perhaps hirer a damn good editor), but the appeal of Christian Grey is wearing a little thin now, and trying to bleed this money-horse for all it’s worth (which is pretty clearly what is happening) will just end in tears…and not the tears of the submissive being beaten with a riding crop…genuine tears! My tears!

Say what now!? On BDSM Roles and Terminology

BDSM, D/s, Fetish, Fifty Shades of Grey, Kink, Sex, Writing

Thanks to a certain well-known (and no doubt well-thumbed…Pun absolutely intended) book, the whole world has now heard the terms Dominance and Submission with regards to what people get up to in the boudoir.

Women up and down the length and breadth of the globe are now jumping up and down and shouting, “I’m a submissive! Tie me up!” and the cable tie and rope section at your local DIY store has no doubt had an influx of curious customers who may or may not be using said items for their intended purpose.

It was within reason that every sex-specific retail outlet would jump on the bandwagon and start offering themed goodies to cash in on this behemoth of a trend, but even Supermarkets are getting in on the action and offering their own line of (perhaps a little less risqué) ‘accessories’.

Seriously, Fifty Shades of Grey did for grown ups what Frozen did for a generation of children…Perhaps short of people uploading their own recreations on Youtube…cause that could’ve been disturbing/entertaining (delete as appropriate).

BDSM has had an awakening, and in general, the community is pretty happy about the fact that their favourite pastime is a little more prevalent, a little less taboo. But there is an undertone of cynicism, a whispering of discontent, and whole bucket load of exasperation at the general misunderstanding of what BDSM actually is, and what the hell it actually means to be a Submissive…or a Dominant…and wait, I’m about to confuse the fuck out of you even more…

Doms, Subs, Bottoms, Tops, Sadists, and Masochists…to name but a few.

In some circles, these are all completely different. In some circles, these are all one in the same. In many circles, these are all general terms to describe certain aspects of the BDSM dynamic and they are used to help forge an understanding of someone’s particular interest in the bedroom.

Confused yet? You probably should be…

Ok, let’s begin at the beginning and explain just a few of the words that you may come across (no pun intended) if you decide to take a little peek into the actual world of BDSM…

BDSM – Bondage/Dominance/Submission/Sadism/Masochism (I know that should be BDSSM, but it isn’t, just go with it…)

Fetish – A sexual desire linked, with an abnormal degree of interest, to a particular act/object/scenario. (Side note – Rule 36 – If it exists, there is a fetish for it!)

Kink – Sexual practices that go beyond what is considered ‘conventional’. (Side note – Vanilla – Conventional)

D/s – An abbreviation for Dominance and Submission, which is also used as an umbrella term for most types of BDSM relationships.

Primal – Someone that enjoys the raw, animalistic, approach to sexual practice, within any of the following dynamics.

Sadist – Someone who has a Fetish for inflicting pain.

Masochist – Someone who has a Fetish for receiving pain.

Top – Someone who has a Fetish for being in charge in the bedroom.

Bottom – Someone who has a Fetish for not being in charge in the bedroom.

Submissive – (Ugh…this one is tricky…in the simplest terms…) Someone who has a Fetish for relinquishing control in the bedroom (or elsewhere), with regards to physical, emotional, and sexual practice, specifically to a Dominant.

Dominant – (Ugh…just as tricky…again…) Someone who has a Fetish for assuming control in the bedroom (or elsewhere), with regards to physical, emotional, and sexual practice, specifically of a Submissive.

(Responsible Disclaimer at this point – These terms refer to the dynamic between CONSENTING ADULTS; no physical or emotional manipulation plays any part in a proper D/s relationship…Let’s not get all trolly and judgemental about it.)

I know what you’re thinking…Pretty straightforward, not so confusing…So far so good, right?

Waiiiiiiit……

You can be a Bottom without being a Submissive or a Masochist.

You can be a Masochist without being a Bottom or a Submissive.

You can be a Submissive without being a Masochist (But you would typically be a Bottom)

You can be a Top without being a Dominant or a Sadist.

You can be a Sadist without being a Top or a Dominant.

You can be a Dominant without being a Sadist (But you would typically be a Top)

You can be a Primal without being any of the above.

You can be any combination of any of the above, to any ratio, whatsoever, including, but not restricted to…

Being a Masochistic Submissive with a Primal edge that occasionally enjoys Topping from the Bottom.

Being a Sadistic Top that has no interest in Submission, but loves a good Primal Bottom.

Being a Sadomasochist that enjoys both inflicting and receiving pain but is in no way Dominant or Submissive.

Being a Bottomy Submissive with no Masochistic tendencies, whatsoever.

Being a Toppy Dominant with no Sadistic tendencies, whatsoever.

Being a Primal Toppy Sadist.

Being a Bottomy Submissive Masochist.

Being a Bratty Submissive with Switchy tendencies….Wait!! New terms???…Damnit….

See, it can get confusing.

So, here’s my point; I don’t believe there is any such thing as just a Submissive, or just a Dominant. But I also don’t believe that everyone running around calling themselves these after reading Fifty Shades of Grey is genuinely either.

I did it too….I discovered BDSM and called myself a Submissive for a long time. Then I spent some time researching…reading…writing…experimenting…and I realised just how vast and varied this lifestyle is. Just how complicated it can be, how confusing it can be, how enticing and exciting it can be, and how a thousand different nuances and tastes can be twisted and contorted and evolve into something entirely different to what you might expect.

Me? I’m a Bottomy Masochist with Submissive tendencies that lean toward the Primal.

There’s a moment…

D/s, Erotic Poetry, Kink, Poems, Poetry, Sex

There’s a moment

A beat

An insignificant pause

When my mind unravels

And becomes wholly yours

There’s a caveat

A limit

A distinct silent wall

When I lose myself completely

And my knees hit the floor

There’s a crescent

A shift

A change in the pace

When my body responds

And my senses just taste

There’s a rush

An engulfment

A heart pounding quake

When my breath is all gone

And my legs start to shake

There’s a flicker

An ember

A slow burning flame

When I hear nothing but silence

Until you say my name

There’s a hunger

A craving

An untamed desire

When I crash to your depths

And my soul sets on fire

At His Beck and Call (A little teaser….)

BDSM, D/s, Erotic FIction, Erotica, Sex, Writing

Grabbing her firmly by the arm, he discretely marched her away from her friends and out into the brisk evening air. She was annoyed, but at the same time, the touch of his hand on her skin and the firmness of his grip send a tiny quiver of anticipation through her body. She tried to ignore it and maintain her frosty expression while she snatched her arm away from his grip.

“What?!” She barked. Jesus, he was arrogant.

He glared at her silently for a beat and took her arm again, walking further away from the bar and around an outbuilding at the back of the deserted car park. She could see he was angry. His jaw was clenched, his shoulders were tense, and his eyes were darker than she’d ever seen them. She knew not to argue or fight on this occasion, and the combination of curiosity at what he had to say and magnetism she felt towards him was intoxicating. She couldn’t walk away from this situation if she wanted to.

Coming to a stop in the darkest corner he could find, he spun her around to face the wall of the out building, grabbing both of her wrists and holding them above her head against the cold, damp bricks. He pinned her there with one hand as she attempted to free herself from his grasp without much luck, his grip was too strong. It was a second; a fraction of a second, and his free hand was reaching under her skirt, lifting the fitted fabric and grazing her thighs with the roughness of his hands. She tried to wriggle herself away from him, to shake him off with her hips, but he pressed his body against hers and held her tighter with the weight of his arm while his fingers slipped easily inside her knickers. She wriggled again, tried to move herself away from his touch; the touch she knew so well and had craved for so long. He anticipated her every move, his fingers finding her easily and beginning their almost forceful massage of her most sensitive area.

“Stop it!” She rasped, but she knew her body was already betraying her, succumbing to his expert touch. He leaned in close to her neck, his stubble brushing against her cheek as his hands continued to work down below, making her slick and ready, in spite of herself.

“If you want me to stop, Anna, just say,” he breathed. Even at a whisper his voice was firm, in control.

He was right, she knew if she said it he would stop, and even though her head was telling her to leave well alone and return to her friends inside, she still craved his touch like it was the oxygen she breathed.

“Stop it,” she attempted again, more breathless, less certain.

“Anna?” He dared her, he needed to hear her say it with certainty.

She couldn’t. As his fingers circled her swelling clit and her body gave in to him, her struggling became writhing; she moved against his body and gave in to her overwhelming hunger for him. Her nipples hardened inside her bra and, as he felt her submission, his grip loosened from her wrists, allowing his hand to slide along the length of her arm softly, before placing his fingers gently around her throat. It wasn’t a threat, it never was, she never felt in any danger with him. It was a simple and silent message, a symbol of ownership. His breathing was heavy next to her cheek as his own arousal became more difficult to hide.

“See, Anna,” he whispered as her body gave in to him completely and the waves of pleasure began to build and spread over her body. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

“You don’t want me,” she managed breathlessly, a slither of lucidity escaping her otherwise clouded mind.

“Oh, I want you. I just can’t have you.”

The admission of his own desire was enough to push her towards the brink. His fingers worked faster, pulling her into him with every upwards stroke. Her knees began to give way beneath her and his body mirrored hers, holding her up and taking the one thing he desired most; her ecstasy at his own hands.

“Come for me, Anna,” he whispered.

The Evolution of a Switch*….Probably….

BDSM, D/s, Erotic Humour

*In BDSM, a switch is someone who participates in BDSM activities sometimes as a top and other times as a bottom or (in the case of dominance and submission) sometimes as a dominant and other times as a submissive.

D – “I want a girl I can hurt, a girl that really likes the pain!”

s – “Cool! I love a little pain, lets do this.”

Tap, tap

s – “Is that all you’ve got? Dude…hit me harder!”

Tap, tap

s – “For fuck sake, hurt me!”

D – “I am, I’m trying.”

s – “Wait…these retraints feel kinda funny…is that…are they…plastic handcuffs?”

D – “I don’t have proper ones.”

s – “Well these aren’t gonna hold me, look…”

Snap

D – “You broke my fucking handcuffs!”

s – “They were hardly handcuffs. Now hit me properly. I’ll keep still.”

Tap…

s – “Goddamnit…give me the crop…Like this”

THWACK!

D – “OUCH! Bitch! That fucking hurt!”

s – “Shut up and take it like a man.”

THWACK!

D – “Fucking hell! Stop…”

s – “Shut up, Pussy! Bend over.”

THWACK, STING, SLAP

D – “JESUS CHRIST…”

s – “You like that, Baby?”

THWACK!

D – “Holy fuck…I’m getting hard…do it again…”

THWACK!

Disclaimer – This is not an actual depiction of any events that happened ever…it’s just for the funnies… 😉