~There's Something about~

There is something about being pushed against a wall, face first
Cheek resting on rough wallboard
Breath caught in your throat
Listening to the growling in your ear

And trying to remember your own name
There's something about being
Pushed up against a wall
Your back flat up against it
Staring straight into eyes that see through you
Swallowing hard
Waiting for your heart to start beating again

There's something about
Being made to crawl across the floor
To a seated Man, staring into your eyes
Not letting you not look at Him
Not letting you stumble
Drawing you to Him without a word
Trembling, a whimper caught in your throat

There's something about
Being pulled up by your hair
Feeling that hand slink up your neck
Into your tresses, close to the scalp
Grabbing, gripping it , guttural sounds emitting from His lips
The pain not nearly as strong as the urge
To cry or bite a hole through your bottom lip

There's something about
Being bitten
Especially on the back of the neck or nipple
Feeling His teeth so close to piercing you
Wondering, as you cry out, if He will, this time
Wondering, if you're going to bleed for your
Submission

There's something about
Being bent over the back of a chair, without warning
Without pretense, without question
Having your pants dropped, cool air hitting hot skin
Your cheeks blushing, with the same color of your ass
As He warms it with the striking of the palm of His hand
The tears you cry not cooling you
The tears you cry because He has found you

There's something about
Being slapped across the face
Not backhanded, but smacked to bring about
A change in behavior
A change in attitude
To make that lovely wail come from deep in your chest
You long to make it, as He longs to hear it

There's something about
Those words He uses
Those names He calls you
Those phrases meant to elicit a response
And you do respond
All of you responds
And your body betrays you, always

There's something about
Being thrown down and taken
Not against your will
For your will is to be there
To please, to submit, to offer, to relinquish
And you cry out for breath, for more, for Him
And you know you are home

There's something about
Being drug in the shower
Forced to your knees
Hissed at for silence
Growled at to be still
And awaiting the flow
That you know
Marks You as his

There's something about
Kneeling quietly beside Him
Your body bruised, reddened, coated, tired
Your mind silent, for once for a time
Your head bowed, your eyes closed
Your lips quivering as His fingers touch you
Your submission, unquestioned
Your peace at hand.
jenniferS

~Playing~
Kneeling before you, looking up into your eyes
All around me melts away
The touch of your hand, so gentle on my skin
The love in your eyes
Warming me from within.

Kneeling before you, looking up into your eyes
i wonder if i am worthy
The touch of your hand, so gentle on my skin
Is my love enough
Am i still what you want

As you bind me to a cross, soft leather on my wrists
My body tingles in anticipation
You move close to me, your breath on my neck
A gasp escapes form my lips
Longing for all you will give me

As you bind me to a cross, soft leather on my wrists
i tense and wonder why
You move close to me, your breath on my neck
i long for the pain of play
But confused, why you chose me

Yours hand rises and falls, building up the warmth
Delicious waves wash over me
As you change from spanking, to a rhythmic cane
My body gives in
Allowing the pain to take hold

Your hand rises and falls, building up the warmth
Pain washes into my confusion
As you change from spanking to a rhythmic cane
Why can i not take it
i am not worthy of your love

Stripes across my bottom, as each strike builds in strength
Melting into what you give
As you change the cane the heavy thud gives way to the sting
My body reacts with pleasure
As Master you once more send me fly.

Stripes across my bottom, as each strike builds in strength
The pain melting my doubts
As you change the cane the heavy thud gives was to the sting
My body reaches pleasure
As i at last submit to you

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*WHY DO PEOPLE SEND FRIEND REQUESTS TO SOMEONE THEY HAVE NEVER SAID A WORD TO?
*Why do people throw the word LOVE around like it means nothing?
*Why do people act one way but really are another?
*Why do people always have to be so serious. Laugh a little, it might just be fun.
*Who the hell decided being submissive meant you were stupid?
*Do I look like I need to be told what to do by a strange? I think NOT.
*The word cute is for a puppy not me!
*LET ME SAVE YOU A BIT OF TIME..I DONT HAVE CYBER SEX NOR DO I DROOL OVER EVERY SELF PROCLAIMED DOMINANT THERE IS...chances are you got your "domly degree" off the internet..I'll pass but some stupid girl might be hanging out on another page.



I'm way more than this tiny little box! I'm complicated but not. I'm intense and raw. I love edgy things. I'm sick and twisted. I dont like food with icky textures. I just decided I don't like grapes. I love orange mango partylite candles. I love my fluffy pillows. I love my pink Tinker Bell blanket. I love pink freeze pops.I'm a crybaby. Im emotional.I love peach snow cones. I'm a babygirl type. I'm kinda dark and erotic. I think blood is hot. I love romance and romantic movies.I have tiny feet and hands. I love shoes and flowers. I hate thunder. I love the color pink. I love to kiss and hold hands. I fall up the stairs not down them.I think collars and leashes look better on women then they do dogs.I love vodka and cranberry juice, hate beer. I love baseball hate football. I love men's hands and lips. I believe in fairytales. I enjoy cooking. I love art. I love porn. I like Diet Coke, hate Diet Pepsi.I think the pony tail holder was the best invention outside of chocolate icecream. I love the smell of bleach. Im a little obsessive and sometimes compulsive. I hate dirty windows. I hate to fold laundry.
I love dark play. I'm kinky and passionate. I love a great pair of jeans and fuck me heels. I hate closed minded people. I hate people who try to be something they aren't. I just decided I like to be naked with heels on. I love to sleep when I can. I have found just being on this site people who post huge picture messages bother the fuck out of me.♥

Okay in the past couple of months Ive learned so much about msyelf. I've learned Im so much stronger than I ever gave myself credit for. When I look at myself now, I see a beauty that I never have before. I see someone who is worth so much more than she ever knew. Funny how bad things make us better. I've noticed so many people cross our paths and mean nothing, but the few who do and really wanted to be there, make the bad just fade away.
Im a mom..a sister..a daughter.. an aunt..a friend..and exwife.. a peacemaker..a nurse..a teacher..a chef..a tutor..an artist, you name it and i'm sure at one time or another I've done it. I enjoy my life, I have three of the sweetest little boys anyone could ask for. I have a fabulous family and great friends.

A simple kiss on the forehead. Silk against my skin. Hot candle wax dripping on flesh. A cold blade tracing circles on my thighs. The laugh of a sadistic man. A cute post-it note when I wake up. A strong pair of hands around my neck. Having someone wash my hair. The sound of a cane coming through the air. The way a whip feels kissing the skin. Welts and bruises. Tears and blood. Kisses on the my hands . A great pair of shoes. The scent of LoveSpell lotion. The way cum feels on my skin. Feeling teeth pierce through me. The way blood feels dripping down my back. Smart dominant men.Men who can be hardcore but at the same time my soft place to fall.

Liars..Disresptful people,people who play someone they arent online or otherwise. People who don't have their priorities figured out. Weak sad people. Men with no confidence. Fire. The sound in a tattoo shop. Women who dont take care of themselves. Green veggies. My food touching on my plate. The smell of milk.

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