a Femdomme poem which really spoke to me

Wreck Your Lover

By: Jayden Blue 

From Femdom Poems

Your eyes widen at her brashness
It clashes with her fashion
Such sweet-looking girls can't be so crass
What's in this girl's purse?
What's under her mattress?
She's an enigma in the madness

You're a flower in her eyes
Bloom when she's there, wilt when she's gone
She looms over you like the sun
Warm presence, hot to the touch
Open and exposed,
Deflowered
"She loves me, she loves me not"

She finds beauty in your pain
Digging anger and regrets into your hips
Sharp nails, soft fingertips
You take the pain and the pleasure with each sharp breath
Black, blue, purple, green, yellow...

Gasp for air
You'll be choking on more than your words
If only she could,
She'd spew out her hypothetical frustrations
You're a blank canvas
She'll mark you with her gratified temptations

Her love comes at a price
Debt has never been so nice
On your knees,
You found God in a lover
And you love to unleash the devil inside her

sliced

unless of course, your Goddess keeps on hand, sharp, pointy playthings like this.

then Her results are more like this
 any questions? i thought not ...

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You never know

there must be something strangely abnormal or wrong with me. i. got an email advertising women's new "skechers" sneakers and all i. could think of was being brutally and violently kicked, trampled and bloodied to an unrecognizable pulp.

 i. love their new "GOtrail" tennis shoes. the treads are unbelievably, thick, deep, sharp, jagged and jutting. almost hacksawry. meat tenderizing flesh grinders.

i. need to go now. think i. have a fever.

one day ...

one day ...

one day ...

one day ...

from a book i'm reading

"Releasing the id and the latent spiritual power of a woman can easily consume a man."

Ms Renee Lane
Finding Love Through
Female Domination

one day ...

one day ...

mixed ring fight - beatdown in a Gi

what a spectacular beatdown! the only thing missing at the end is a brimming bucket of blood.

Mixed Fight- Headscissor Beatdowns Trampling Humillation: Watch Mixed Fight- Headscissor Beatdowns Trampling Humillation video on xHamster -

submissive guys ... beware of scammers

i have gotten pretty good at determining who is a scam artist and who is the real deal. it usually doesn't take long for a scammer to drop a line like, "Remember you said that you would do anything that I wanted you to do to keep me happy." usually that is a sure sign that money will be involved. this past week i had a so called Domme ask me to help her pay for toys that she was going to use on me in O/our session. she told me that she would send a picture of the toys that she wanted payment for. the next day she sent me a picture of a $1600.00 power driven electric fuck machine! when i laughed and refused to pay, she said i didn't care about making Mistress happy and that i wasn't who i purported to be: a true, caring submissive.

well, i am a true, caring submissive, just not a stupid, foolish or gullible one. i hope this blog entry will shed some timely light on this darkened corner of O/our lifestyle.

Taken From: Not Just Bitchy Blog 10/12/2014

Scammers are all over the internet, but some of the most loathsome are the ones who prey on lonely submissive men. As if being a submissive man wasn’t hard enough anyway between non-kinky people thinking you’re a freak and kinky people thinking you’re a dime a dozen, you also get to deal with assholes using your insecurities to extract money from you.

The worst part, to my mind, is how hard it is to recognize that kind of assholery for what it is when you’re emotionally involved. It’s sadly common to see discussions started by submissive men wondering if they did something wrong when all they did was prove to a scammer that they weren’t an easy mark.

Aside from trying to remind submissive men that they are valuable and deserve better than some jerkwad taking them for a ride, I thought I’d try to give some tips on avoiding scammers.

First of all, a woman who asks you for money before you’ve even met is most certainly a scammer. A sex worker would be up front about her rates and what she’s willing to do for you (well, as much as she can be without risking arrest, of course), and a woman genuinely looking for a relationship would not ask you for money. I have heard about women who supposedly ask for tribute before a first meeting to weed out flakes, but even if that’s not total bullshit, it’s not behavior that should be tolerated either. It’s not your fault she’s bad at weeding out people who are likely to flake on her, why should you have to pay for that?

Also, you may have heard that dominant women are often control freaks. People do vary and I’m sure there are exceptions, but in general that’s pretty accurate. What that means in terms of asking for money is that I personally would rather live on rice and not turn the heat on in my house than let anyone, particularly anyone I wanted to date, know that I didn’t have my finances under control. I’m not saying that’s healthy or wise, just that it’s extremely common for dominant people of any gender to hate looking like they’re not in control of their lives.

Speaking of things that are common for dominant people, we either own our own toys or know how to have fun without them. Anyone who asks you for money so they can buy toys for your meeting is lying. That is just complete and utter bullshit. A lot of the toys we use take practice – the first time I threw a flogger, I certainly wasn’t any good at it – which means that responsible tops own toys so they can practice with them. If someone doesn’t have their own toy that they’ve practiced with, for gods sake don’t let them hit you with anything besides their own two hands.

Even if your prospective dom says they have to get on a plane to come meet you and don’t want to bring their own toys because they’re worried about the TSA stealing their stuff, the whole “I need money for toys” thing is still bullshit. If someone tries that on you, ask them if they’ve ever heard of
“pervertibles.” Seriously, $10 in a dollar store and you’re set. Not to mention you can have plenty of fun with a belt, a sleep mask, and the belt from a robe and hey, the TSA isn’t going to look twice at any of that. And of course, there’s always the option of hands, teeth, and nails and the instruction to hold still or the scene stops.

You know what else is bullshit? Scammers asking you to “prove that you’re serious” by sending them money. That is simply not what someone who is actually interested in a relationship would ever do. Not only because all that would prove is that you have some disposable income, but because it sets up the expectation that their attention can be bought. Have you seen how much time dominant women spend bitching about guys who try to treat us like pro-doms? No dominant woman with any sense whatsoever wants the guy she’s dating to be confused about whether they’re in a relationship or whether he’s just paying a pro. A pro wouldn’t want that either, she has shit to do besides explain to a client that she is not his girlfriend and will not be meeting him for dinner unless he would like to pay for her time.

If you’re talking with someone who is deliberately muddying the waters between starting a lifestyle relationship and paying a pro, they’re either a scammer or an idiot. When all of the possibilities suck that much, just run.

But I digress. Back on the subject of proving you’re serious about pursing a relationship, what would prove to me that someone really did want to be my submissive would be things like texting when he says he will, emailing when he says he will, doing small things to help me out like researching local events and recommending things I might like, and otherwise acting like he, you know, cares about my happiness.

And finally, anyone who tells you not to question them when they ask you for money or says that you must not be serious about wanting to find a dom of your own when you balk at sending them money is a scammer. No one worth submitting to would ever, ever tell you it’s not okay to ask for clarification or voice your discomfort with an order. That is a gigantic red flag and you should run far far away from anyone who starts waving it.

The more I think about it, the more similarities I see between scammers and terrible doms you should run away from. My final advice is to worry less about whether you’re getting scammed and more about whether you would want anything to do with this person even if they never asked you for money.

one day ...

one day ...

one day ...

but, i would be the one hanging up Her laundry, or my Goddess would with certainty, hang me out to dry.

one day ... it could happen

the whole me from my Goddess' point of view.

a snapped pic of fetish fear.

"SHE shakes my nerves and rattles my brain." 

t_r+a_u+m_a+t_i+z_e+d !!! 

C(x_-)D 

or

 ~ bliss ~ ?  

:>)

why is it ...?

that those whom W/we long and yearn for the most,

are also the O/ones capable of hurting us the most?

something to think about...

i truly love this, because it is sooooooo true.

Sub Classifications

what kind of a sub are you?  according to this video, i used to be a "super slave".
perhaps in the future i can be one again.

one way to cure snoring.

a slave or pet who is allowed to lay on the floor near the bed of his Mistress is a privileged slave indeed. my Mistress allowed me to do this one time, but hadn't accounted for the lost sleep accrued due to my obnoxious, resounding snoring. in Her usual efficient, dominant style She took care of things in short order, by hurling hardbound dictionaries, encyclopedias and a multitude of extremely pointy and sharp objects to awaken me and get me to, "shut the fuck up". alas, She wasn't successful and luckily for me, i didn't die either,  in desperation to get a few moments peace, She finally threw Her ceremonial knife at me. the knife blade lodged in my pillow and rested precariously close and only inches away from my eyeball.  as i awoke from my slumber, unbeknownst to me, my head had been Her target all night long in an effort to quell my never ending snooze and snorefest. i looked around and found the room cluttered with a wide variety of Her heavy platform boots and shoes, tennis shoes, pill bottles, books, pens and anything large or heavy which She could of lobbed,, which would of handily knocked me out in an instant and possibly killed me.

my Mistress, smirked then glared down at me, when i innocently asked if She had slept well. Her response?  why, She picked up seemingly the heaviest hardbound book, walked over to me, then clobbered me on the head twice ... hard. needless to say, sadly, i never again had the honor or privilege to sleep at the foot of my Mistress's bed  on the floor, or anywhere near Her bedroom within earshot of my malicious, buzz saw, snoring.

in retrospect, W/we were both afraid of what could happen and Her complicity in a possible homicide.

whew!

pescado

take a look at how this Mistress solved Her sub's constant annoying snoring.

"Dance, monkey dance"

recently, i needed to retrieve some personal items form My Mistress's home. She told me directly to not come up there without Her knowledge or permission. i respect that and have tried to follow Her directives in this regard.

i love to be tethered to Her and directed by Her. in this respect She has trained me well.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"hello Mistress"
 
"how are things there this weekend?"

"may i come by and pick up my keys from You?


pescado

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Her response was quick and immediate, but contained a simple pre-condition and rider with it.

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pescado,


"Sure.

but,


   only IF you can, bring Me one of those big bottles of modelo, while you're at it."


Mistress

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i had trouble finding exactly what She had requested, so i brought Her an entire case of 24 to hopefully please Her.

i arrived at Her place and She quickly ordered Me to place it in the fridge to cool. when i tried to apologize for the change in beer quantity, She laughed, patted me brusquely on the cheek and said,

"No matter, fish.  you have given me enough to last for quite awhile."

She smiled coyly at Me, raised an eyebrow, narrowed Her eyes, then said,
"Go fetch Me one ... Now."

i did so quickly, handed it to Her , and was somewhat surprised by Her cutting remark.


"Mmmmmmmm ... Dance, monkey dance."


an interesting sensation prickled my spine,
for i knew exactly what She meant.

sometimes the simplest moments lend themselves to true life's greatest realities.

apologetic thoughts

 2:14AM ......

recently i posted a post on here that made assumptions which assumed that i was entitled to spending time and communicating with my Mistress when i wanted it, because i felt i deserved it and had earned it. yet, this could be no further than the truth. in many ways the poem that i posted revealed a selfish side of me, which when exposed to the  eyes and light of my Mistress's scrutiny exposed me as a self indulgent, self seeking, greedy attention whore. as such, i am guilty. i cannot say that i have not enjoyed the incumbent and indulgent attention that my Mistress at one time encompassed me with. i felt like i was one of the pivotal centers of Her universe and it was such a thrill and a pleasure to be called upon to serve Her: be it abused and humiliated for Her amusement, or being beaten to a bloody pulp by Her lovely, skilled feet and fists. serving and meeting Her needs was of  prime preeminence to my life.  Her training methods were smooth, methodical and lethally successful. slowly, severely and systematically She got inside of my head to the point where i was thinking of nothing else but pleasing and serving Her. in many respects, there is not a day that goes by that i do not think of serving Her. hoping for an errant text or email message which would call on me to do something for Her and to spur me into action. i found out from Her that i love to feel needed, valued and wanted. She reinforced these positive feelings within me and as time went on changed me and made me a better servant and pet to Her. i would like to also think that i have also become a better human being because of Her patient, thorough training.

but, time does not hold still and much as W/we would like things to remain within the same transit, it does not. Her life is now full, busy and occupied with other things that will certainly move and push Her forward in a positive direction. i am happy for Her and do wish Her well.

i will always be Her friend and servant and when called upon, will do everything in my realm of personal ability to please and assist Her. i so hope that She knows this. i will also learn to be content with Her from a distance and not expect to hear from Her. i shall accept this new dimension between U/us.  it will be difficult, but i shall try.

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Mistress,

i apologize for assuming too much and for being a problematic, attention seeking whore. i know You have other concerns and demands in Your life which are immediate and must be attended to.

 i shall try to be content and appreciative of the time that You choose to invest in O/our friendship. i have no right to make demands or should have any expectations of You in this regard. a slave and a servant serves not for reward or for personal gain, but to please and gratify his Mistress. this should always be paramount.  interestingly, these were the first lessons i learned early on at Your sneakered feet, but somehow they have become muddled and forgotten. regardless, i shall endeavor to honor and learn them again and re-apply these principles to the new dynamic in O/our lives.

i hope that You can see it in Yourself to forgive me for the previous selfish post and that W/we can somehow salvage O/our relationship and still remain friends.

You continue to be in my head and my heart.

respectfully,
pescado

has anyone ever felt this way?

recently, i have felt and experienced some isolation from my Mistress.

i'm not sure if in this new phase of Her life that i am truly needed anymore.







 ... placed on a shelf 



... like some damn elf

... labeled,  use only in case of emergency.

... ignored

... bored

... wishing to be knocked off

... plummet to the floor

... to break and shatter

... no more ,,, no more ...

... i'm of use to Her

... no more.

... now, what remains of me is

... set aside, until Her urgency ...once again,

...  pounds away

... at my door.


pescado

oh yes, ... most definitely

ok ... now this is just agonizingly terrifying.

*... eeeeeeeeeeeeeep!*

at the very least, he should of been knocked out first.

but, what a stirring image! total power exchange taken to the brink of human sacrifice.

literally, She holds the uncertain future of his balls in Her hands.

Her new eunuch is almost ready for induction.

a foretelling of vanquish and smush?

i was recently engaged and involved in playing a strategy focused game with my Mistress and some friends of Her's. it always amazes me how Female Dominance and male submissiveness can transfer to real life situations. the game W/we were all playing involved using strategy to complete military objectives.  the ultimate objective was taking over your opponents territory and subjugating their hero.  in some instances the characteristics of your particular hero could be totally absorbed by the other player.

i always enjoy playing this type of game with my Mistress, for She is everything that i am not. She is cunning, ruthless, blood thirsty and has a lust for subjugation and dominance like no other player i have encountered. She enjoys seeing Her opponents squirm and reduced to nothing but a quiet, quivering mass begging for mercy or a hasty alliance under the heel of Her boot.  watching Her methodically attack and dismember Her opponents with rapier, scalpel like precision is a wonder to behold.  the fire in her eyes and intimidating devilish grin which spreads from cheek to cheek as She fiendishly plans your demise is terrifying to succumb to. like a tactical spider She builds Her web and effectively blocks all exits. She absorbs the characteristics of  your hero with a satisfying gulp and then you are reduced to complete utter, hopeless inadequacy. wiggling and squirming under the  treads of Her boots.

Her venomous, cutting acrimonious remarks directed at you only serve to twist the dagger in deeper and truly reinforces your inferior position below Her. in one particular instance, i had been literally taken apart piece by piece and was nothing more than a ping pong ball for all the attacking players in the game.  She chuckled with a gutsy bravada laced laugh, narrowed Her eyes and stared me down. with dripping sarcasm She said,

"Hmmmmmm ... "i guess you really ARE nothing more than a punching and kicking bag in this game, ... aren't you, pescado"?

She raised Her eyebrows and smirked at me. i looked around to see if anyone had heard and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. being a masochist, i knew exactly what She meant, and it didn't matter if the rest of the vanilla playing gamers had heard or not. by that simple disarming comment, She had verbally reinforced Her dominance  and was letting me know how nice it would be to just really beat the sh*t out of me at that time.  an icy cold shiver punctured my spine and suddenly my throat went uncomfortably dry. i gulped hard and lowered my eyes to Her as a sign of the utmost respect.

She watched amused as i floundered in the predicament i was in, as player after player preyed off my poor strategic judgement. in one instance, another player launched attack after attack against me, but somehow i managed to survive. i felt sorry for Her and offered my sympathy for having not been beaten by Her.

"I'm sorry", i said sympathetically..

my Mistress laughed again.
"Look, he even apologizes when You aren't able to beat him. How pathetic is that?"
Lol!

If I didn't know any better, I think he actually WANTS to be beaten."

again, the suggestion and the innuendo were almost too painful. i knew what She was driving at, and the wanton desire which welled up inside was almost too much to bear.

Her corporal tease was accepted and well received. i do not know if this is merely a tempting taste of what is to come or if it is merely Her way of keeping me mindful of my place,

whatever Her intentions may be, i enjoy immensely the opportunities She affords me to serve Her without question. of course, being clobbered and pummeled to a bloody pulp by Her once again would be beatdown nirvana for this squishy trembling fish.

until such time that She needs me for this painful, fulfilling, task ...

i shall take a current self portrait selfie, then  patiently wait and carefully

 count ...

           my ...

               teeth. ;>) 

i want ...

i want to be needed

i want to be used

i want to be kicked, punched, beaten and abused

i want to be listened to

with interest that's sincere

i want my tears to be valued

along with my fears.

i want to serve Her

i want to lay still

down by the feet of my Mistress

She has broken my will

i want to be collared and claimed as Her own

i want Her name etched on my face

i want to be home.



pescado