~Tie Me Up~

[todski28]

Damn! I'll bet there is such a thing. I've heard stories.
But sorry, Dr. Dom, once the labia swells, it's a cunt. Especially when it's getting spanked!

context pensive, it was supposed to be flowery not surgical or clinical, I agree in part with what you are saying but the choice of labia was an attempt to point out the duality in the relationship, cunt in that context would seem to make it objectified, labia is a word that to me is more sensual.

The focus in bdsm from outside is generally on the violence and control as opposed to the sensuality shared. so this was an attempt at showing the care, along with the sting of the belt.

 

[pensivepoet]

context pensive, it was supposed to be flowery not surgical or clinical, I agree in part with what you are saying but the choice of labia was an attempt to point out the duality in the relationship, cunt in that context would seem to make it objectified, labia is a word that to me is more sensual.

The focus in bdsm from outside is generally on the violence and control as opposed to the sensuality shared. so this was an attempt at showing the care, along with the sting of the belt.

Now hold on there, pilgrim. Seems it's either raw, savage, beastly~or sensual
Well, wait a minute. I was once on a st andrews cross getting flayed with a rose in my teeth.
Maybe you're right

 

[Vampiric_Mirage]

context pensive, it was supposed to be flowery not surgical or clinical, I agree in part with what you are saying but the choice of labia was an attempt to point out the duality in the relationship, cunt in that context would seem to make it objectified, labia is a word that to me is more sensual.

The focus in bdsm from outside is generally on the violence and control as opposed to the sensuality shared. so this was an attempt at showing the care, along with the sting of the belt.

Exquisite descriptions in your writing Todski. I completely agree with your comment on the duality and your word choice - just because it's BDSM doesn't mean it's just sex, it still is making love and flowery words can be perfect. Then again, I often am flowery no matter what I describe, so I may not be the best judge.

 

[todski28]

poised

still

silent

slow intake of breath
shhhhh, exhaled
door shifts on its hinges
the starting pistol release to
spring from hiding,
raw power slams into your frame

smash into the wall
as this mass of massive muscles
claws and restrains,

flung to ground
the naked beast stands
silhouetted by streaming back light
a koi fish inked on his thigh
something else draws your eye
thick veins and throbbing tip
pulsing with it's own manic
heart beat

koi leaps in taut skin
that paces toward you
your brain wont respond
stealthy predator poised to plunder
pulls you to your feet
hand in hair
tilts your head
throat naked
fingers clasp tight
dull groan escapes his grip

a response to his scent
his strength
his silent command

(bump)

back hits the wall
hisses between his teeth
hand descends from
throat to blouse
banded striations bunch
fabric tares like tissue paper
spilling breasts free
clipped cry as nipples hit
cooler air,

he leans in and whispers

Happy birthday baby.

 

[todski28]

Exquisite descriptions in your writing Todski. I completely agree with your comment on the duality and your word choice - just because it's BDSM doesn't mean it's just sex, it still is making love and flowery words can be perfect. Then again, I often am flowery no matter what I describe, so I may not be the best judge.

No sex should be "just sex" lol,
But bdsm is a choice for both people, consenting, no different to normal sex in that regard.
when two people consent to something amazing then why wouldn't there be sensuality as well as pain and domination we aren't emotionless beating robots and a sub isn't merely a punching bag, unless they want to be

Thanks for the comment

 

[pensivepoet]

"Did you sleep well, pet?"
She asked from
the doorway.
he was tied to the corners
starfish stretched
Her dirty panties still
in his mouth, where she
had left them.
She smiled, leaning the doorway
her thin gown hanging open.
'I guess it's hard to talk with your
mouth full, eh pet?"
She mockingly tsk tsk'd
Walking slowly to the captive prey, she looked down at his
cock, his balls, looking so
silly and belayed,
tight and blue.
"Antoine and I had such fun
while you slept, pet"
He squirmed
as she reached under to push
and tug on the plug driven deep.
"don't worry, pet. Antoine and I
plan to include you today
in our fun. But right now, Mistress needs to be cleaned"
Straddling his face, she removed
the panties, and settled in
for a slow morning ride
readying him
for the hard workout
to come.

 

[Trixareforkids]

I know you better
Than you know yourself
I'll treat you
The way you want to be treated
With slaps and smacks
And don't fucking talk back
There's only one word
That I want to hear
You will moan and scream
Until it rings clear
Once that's established
The fun will begin
Your pleasure is mine
To take as I will
And I won't stop
Until I've had my fill

 

[todski28]

the sting that brings
reality crashing in
flogger lashed on back
and crack

chains rattle jangle
your safe word is lavender
I pour on relentless
because you were careless

My pants line un-creased
the dishes not spotless
you missed my morning greeting
late to be on your knees
to welcome me home

All these little transgressions
have earned you a lashing session
the smirk on your face when I
explained you were to be punished
and as I lay on with the lash
I wondered who was really in charge

Splayed wide back flayed
exposed in intimate ropes
My last snap of flogging lash
has you moan out
Lavender

I place the Hitachi inside your pliable cunt
turn the speed setting to fuck you
and delight in the sight of sensation shift
that magic place where pain is pleasure
I have your measure and just before
you crash over the edge I stop

leave you tied to think about what you have done
the trail of you passion dribbles down your thigh

 

[todski28]

spices bubbled
cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg,
orange zests up the mix
apple and sugar to add the sweet
a fine merlot

resistance dulled, senses sharp
every sip warms from the inside
blooms that radiate from the core
to a willing brain seduced into heat
that sinks deep into hard and wet

our steps stutter, shuffle as we hit the door
your lips soft, then teeth
leather slips through loops,
bare skin glides through fabric

your ardour bruises my neck
marks me as your property
fingers snag into hair and force me down
to sup on your rose scented petals
clover bites and apple sweet
a boiled treat of salt lick

I drink down every drop
greedy gropes depths sought
explored before force tremors
seek respite from thin air

red gauze wraps
to scratch at nipples as
you writhe out undulation
senses now drugged
eyes now blind
and the feeling of me
on you
in you
feels complete

spices bubbled
mulled wine,
sweat and cum

 

[pensivepoet]

She was the one
you didn't notice
all A's and white
button blouse
"isn't her name, Mary something?"
Her skin a dredge
of alabaster,
she rarely spoke,
this wildflower among
painted daisies
and really,
who was there to listen?
He was personage
never ignored
always invited
the note
passed among pink ribbon giggles.
But sometimes,
the universe, in playful alchemy rights itself
when no one's looking.
Tonight,
Tommy Touchdown will affirm
this undercurrent that put him
on his knees in obeisance to
Mary Something.
He'll stand at the sink
his panties pulled down
with Mary watching, switch
in hand if the shine falls short
~or just because.
Naked, he'll draw her bath
wash her feet
and pass her the towel
~if she lets him.
Then he'll be locked
in his cage
gagged, plugged
and collared
watching her entertain her old
friend from science class,
Horace Something.
The universe noticed that Tommy
laughed at Horace in high school
and loves to watch Tommy
suck his cock.

 

[todski28]

My hand held out
Take it let me guide you
away from the cloying taste
of vanilla that sticks in your throat
like rotten fruit

when what you really want
is a cock deep, hands bound
your hair grasped in a masculine grip
A firm voice and masters care

these are not wants
they are needs
like breathing, like water
salvation
in
submission

all you need do is take my hand
and I will deliver such pleasure
we can explore your depths
together

 

[todski28]

that slick sound that slips
whispered sweet perversions
hiss through this first stage

where the sibilance
traces lines on supple skin
where gasps for breath
are music for my muse
where wrists are bound
behind your back
exposing you for
my touch
tender soft
and I take you
with passion that makes you feel
this restraint frees what once was bound
allows my control to dictate the way
you respond

and tonight I want your cum
to taste it
to drink of you
so prepare yourself
to be fucked into sensless time distortion
where the world melts away into flashes
of tongue
fingers
wands
and what more could you want
spreader bars splay ankles wide
open for my entrance
now beg my pet
as I raise the ties
that hold your desires
in soft silk

 

[pensivepoet]

Excellent, Todski
Some great lines and perfect rhythm.
You must've been inspired

 

[todski28]

You must've been inspired

Shhhh don't say that people round here will think I'm kinky

Thanks pen for the compliment.

 

[pensivepoet]

The Lion and Gazelle

Her breath, herculean hot
rises upon the ridge
bristling the hair
from haunch to hackle
Oh Savannah, Savannah!
for just one drink
one last taste
upon this parched tongue.
The hyena's laugh, hoping
for the bones
the buzzards cackle
knowing
his fate
And from deep in the bush
her mate lowly growls
~waiting for sloppy seconds.
Now splayed, claw upon hoof
the siren cries grow shallow
as teeth pierce the neck
in carnivorous claim.
Legs are pulled, spread,
torn from their quiver
til at last he lay silent
while the others draw near
in hungry admiration.
For this he was born
to pleasure her chase
becoming her banquet.

 

[todski28]

submissive origami

It takes imagination to create
a little force to crease
bend in ways not known before
to ponder a moment
in origami silence

I know you
pliable, willing to fold
your edges into a shape designed
to stir tears to my eyes
ellicit a hunger for more

to find the boundaries
of your submission
how many ways you can bend
but not break

a crane in pristine white
soars for me into night

 

[todski28]

as each wind of rope wraps
the delicate balance of tentative
assertion becomes clearer

new to the coarseness
new to the bond we tie tight
on your knees as eyes plead
I want to steal your lips, to plunder them
to drink down in greedy gulps the sounds
of your whimpers, to consume the trust
behind the fear

to stroke our kinks and test the limits
because vanilla became passé long ago

 

[*professorx*]

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[todski28]

shush whispered deep into you clavicle
as hands pin your wrists to your hips,
teeth slide hard as hot breath
chars a path up to your ear lobe

moaning a little
grind forward
your want simmers below the belt
as he turns up the flames,
the forceful thump
as pinned to the wall you squirm
in beaded droplets of heat boiled over
dampen your panties as he

passes both your wrists into one hand
nailing them to the wall
his lips, your lips
join together
as his free hand
rends your underwear
he whispers shush as you blush a deep crimson
and try your hardest to get him to fuck you

 

[todski28]

Black and grey shadows
add depth to taloned feet
beak wide in shill scream
moves but frozen mid descent
trace the lines on her side as
her scream drips of the tip
of my tongue

aged cinnamon spiced candles
cast pin prick dots that flicker
on the wall
as I rasp coarse wool
over twin peaks
a gasp as she grasps
the ties that bind

a greedy crunch
as her teeth crush
raw raspberries
I lick the juice from
her chin
savour the flavour of
her mouth, tart, sweet

hands sink into
satin depths
teeth nibble on neck
and ear lobes
whispers shiver down her spine

her heat screams
like howling wind through the pines

my hands rub to ease aching muscles
avoid cramps
because we are here all night.

 

[todski28]

A la Carte

a menu of enchantment
chair bound, blind folded
I stand over her
shadow casting a phantom
she can sense, but not feel

her body bare before me,
tingling, quivering, I select
my delicacy. the only sound
her panting breath
I leave her suspended

the rattle of ice cubes
she starts, as it drips
coldness, blindness mingle
a keening cry at the icy drop
on her fragile exposure

a shiver as it trickles
from nipple, down
the hill and lost in
the cleft where breast
attaches to body

twisting the knife of
anticipation, I drag her
chair backwards
startled cry garners no attention


gently tug her hair back
tilting it over the chair
a mouthful of
ice-cold lemonade
trickle it from my lips to hers
passionately kiss

rise and fall of chest
sweat smells of spices
tongue tastes of lemon
flesh, texture of polished marble
her panting gasps
a smorgasbord of senses

we both
long for her release
but not from the bindings

 

[todski28]

have you heard the whisper
of skin on skin,
as hands glide, skim
across the lines of you
the rasp of callouses
in the silence
loud as rock music
sounds that mingle with texture
that mingle with mind
the restraint you show
when you don't beg
but we know the cues you use
the clues are in the hips,
that buck and grind, untrainable
instincts

in the teeth on lips, the throaty growl
that speaks a novels worth of lust
in one breath,
the heaving
of your chest, rouge bloom of heat in your cheeks
the way that anything near your mouth
gets bitten
or sucked,
I never let you in on my cues
head down

down

down
kisses trail little wet
nips, misted breath on flesh
past devilish wiles
and demanded divergence
to the inner thighs on either side
of where you want it, where you want me

the tease
oh the tease
to make you wait
to force a whimper
feigned accidental touch
on that place that makes
your heart race
the pace slooooows down,
you emit those sounds that tug
at my own carnal needs, plead
with please and why wont you just
but we know why, it's all part of the play
the way I let you know
who's in control,
because I will slay your desire
nail it down pin it between us
hammer blows that
answer your prayers and longing stares
when you are ready

not when you think you are ready

 

[todski28]

the crushing blow of a ringing slap
hollows out a cry as she begs
to be taken
slow and softly
enter in millimetres
another slap sour the sweet
interplay the sensation

delicate balance beam
sweetest juice rewards the patient
succours the hungry
ravenous to ravish
strawberry nipples bloom and peek through
the sheerest lace
trace the patterns
hands perch in place to taste the skin
beneath, a small tug
and it rips to the clipped cries
as I slide one deep thrust
inside

coarse fingers on fragile flesh
hardness cocooned
caressed in liquid fire
growl that throatiness
and groan out a whispered
fuck
into my teeth
taste my tongue
lose our thoughts
loose our beasts to meet the other
dizzy is a frame of mind
gasping is for the living
till la petite more
claims you
again and again

 

[todski28]

Moan me a tone*
on how we fit together
hard teeth sharp that bite deep
moan me a groan
whisper fuck
shuck off the shackles
of the ordinary*
grasp the air
hold onto breath and taste the damn wall
lash the ground and pound the desk
demand the slick slope
hope that the last gasp*
rasps from swollen lips
hold tight and restrain the damn wall

stick me in places almost too tight
awash in the sight of empty air
moan me the tones of pleasure
groan against the damn wall
as it bulges fit to bust a gush of*
God's water*
fold the edges hold
tight
take me into those forbidden places
go for the release*
flow over*
hold tight
come fold like origami
depth and girth so pliable
so willing flesh
out this moment
break over the damn wall

crush me*
in tone and moans that go on
and come again*
like waves crash against a stormy shore

 

[todski28]

The woodsmoke blaze
rising from her hearth and heart
it sears and inflames
coal glow heat a steady burn
I know
that a single kiss
when lips touch lips, and our mouths
enclose
tongues press against each other
that it will ignite a funeral pyre
where we burn unto death
enough to consume our bone's and flame the flesh

my hands force her
to her knees
and she gags on my need
strings of lust slather the fullness of my cock
she demands more,
for me to fuck her whorish mouth
to rain money down on her
so she can feel
dirty,
crawling through mud dirty

she demands my moans to pay
for her effort
so she can hear the desire as it
revebrate from my throat and thrums
the cords in her cunt

she flips on all fours and backs up
impaling herself as if driving a knife
into an open wound
I grip her hair
growl out my beastial desire
the beast she has flanked into the open
and now plans to try and tame

spit on my dick
(not that it needs anymore wet)
but she likes the heat of the drips
they make her hiss as if it's hot wax

We are unrehearsed flailing limbs
animals in heat
grunting out
take it all bitch, (and she does)
who's pussy is it,
smacking her arse

Until
she collapses in a melting puddle,
but I am far from finished
I lay my weight on her
and crush every ounce of
wetness from her loins
hands clasp her throat
slide a finger in her mouth
as she spasms
her hand
reaching back to try and push me
out, or pull me in
where pleasure is sin
and she knows not which way to go

I roll her over
this fuck thing that
now has no words or movement
shaking with an unrestrained mewling quiver
I own her in this moment

she reaches up
and strokes my cock reverently
and kneels to receive
my benediction

she swallows
me down
consuming me

The air smells like