Strong Man
(I have a sick kid at home so your daily dose of vulgar kaya-porn is not on the menu. I have this for you though…)
“I want a man who is strong enough to take me,” she sighed dreamily. “Confident enough to own me and possess me. Who won’t be guided by society but by His own will!” She turned to look at him. “I want a man who will do exactly what he wants.”
He nodded and smiled and promised her exactly that. And she nodded and smiled and accepted his word. Visions of a life spent naked and chained.. of worship and adoration.. of service and need.. of training and learning.. of discipline and punishment.. of sex and love and joy and freedom found in bondage colored her eyes.. and she wept in pure happiness to have found such a man as this. A man strong enough and confident enough to do exactly as he wanted.
He was a good man. A kind man. A deep and dark and mysterious man. And she, a loyal and faithful girl. And every time she hinted at those days past, when he had so confidently promised to do exactly what he wanted, he would nod and smile and pat her on the butt. And she would smile back, only slightly puzzled, and convince herself that tomorrow would be the day. Tomorrow he woud do exactly what he wanted and she’d become a real slave.
She spent time in a cage but he took her out and bid her to serve him and she did, thinking to herself that a strong confident man would leave her there. A man who did what he wanted would have a caged slave by now.
He made passionate love to her, and as she wept in orgasmic bliss in his arms, she thought to herself that a strong confident man would have thrown her down and taken her. A man who did what he wanted would have made her a sex slave by now.
He patted her on the rump and bid her to fix his meals and she did, thinking to herself that a strong confident man would have made her serve him naked. A man who did what he wanted would have her on her knees by now.
He dressed her in fine clothes and took her to fine restaurants and she’d follow behind him, eyes cast over her shoulder to the slave cage in the corner.. thinking to herself that a strong confident man would have locked her in there already. A man who did what he wanted would have enslaved her by now.
He took her over his knee and paddled her behind when she made mistakes and she’d whimper as she thought to herself that a strong confident man would have trained her. A man who did what he wanted wouldn’t need to punish her by now.
He asked her to do small favors for him and she did, thinking to herself that a strong confident man would have ordered her to do these tasks. A man who did what he wanted wouldn’t need to be polite by now.
And time marched on as it tends to do and she waited and waited for him to start doing exactly what he wanted. Days spent cleaning his house, evenings spent at his side, nights spent in his bed and all the while she played the movies of before.. the visions of a life spent naked and chained.. of worship and adoration.. of service and need.. of training and learning.. of discipline and punishment.. of sex and love and joy and freedom found in bondage.
And she turned to him one day and whispered..” what are you doing with me Master?” While fear and confusion and need played in her eyes and on her heart and he smiled into them.. and traced his finger along her cheek and replied;
“I’m doing exactly what I want.”
~Master’s cunt~
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Thursday January 12th, 2006 12:24pm
Oh …. oh my god …
this is just … stunning. Oh damn, you floor me baby, with your wisdom and your ability to really see … and your talent for putting that all into words. You keep going on about what a good writer I am (and boy do I love it :-) … but next time, save some of that praise for yourself. You just blow me away.
It’s going to be fine, I promise. He’s doing exactly what He wants .. and you will love it. Just … relax. Take a deep breath. I’ve still got a hold on your pinky ….
I’m breathing… :)
Thank you. Compliments coming from you are double-special… like ice cream with sprinkles.
Awesome.
sk
*blush* thanks.
Oh. Wow.
So very beautiful, darling, one of the most perfect things you’ve ever written, it’s like a fucking sonnet. You are VERY good at this, you know? (Must have been that big-ass candle, it opened you up to true perfect enlightenment… ;-) Of all the lovely, sexy, brilliant, funny, wise, self-incriminating things you’ve ever written, this is my favorite. (Till you write the next one.)
*kisses*
(And a big kiss for that sick kid, get well soon, baby!)
Re: Oh. Wow.
That big ass candle opened me up all right. A LOT! I’ve been whistling dixie without moving my lips and I’m not a ventriloquist..:)
And thank you, bunches and bunches.
i really really like that. I think i should get it printed and engraved on my brain, god knows its something i could do with remembering!!!
hugggggggggggsssssssssssss tight and get well soon to your lil one!!
keth
xxxx
You and me both keth. I’m going to read this piece every morning. And afternoon. Evenings too.
Sorry to hear about your sick kid at home. I know how that is. :) Great blog post, kaya.
Hugs
padme
Oh she’s fine… she probably just stayed up too late watching MTV and didn’t want to go to school. She forgets that I was once a teenager. Funny how they miraculously recover when something fun is about to happen. It’s a miracle!!…lol
And thank you, I’m glad you liked it.
Beautiful post Kaya! It certainly hits home with me too. I don’t know how many times I’ve second-guessed Rush, thinking a “real” Dom would have done this or that… that in time, when He gets more “experience” at this, He will… but no, He’s been doing exactly what He wanted to with me all along, and I love Him to death for it. Thanks for the awesome post :)
Beautiful post Kaya! It certainly hits home with me too. I don’t know how many times I’ve second-guessed Rush, thinking a “real” Dom would have done this or that… that in time, when He gets more “experience” at this, He will… but no, He’s been doing exactly what He wanted to with me all along, and I love Him to death for it. Thanks for the awesome post :)
-Taylor (http://twiceasbright.blogspot.com)
Dur! Sorry for the double-post. Must.. have… more… coffee!
I pick the middle post of your three to reply to. That’s what I learned in my drinking days, aim for the middle..lol
It’s a real dilemma figuring out where my needs end and His rights as Master start… or rather.. it’s a real dilemma *accepting* that my needs have ended and His are everywhere. YOu know, when I came into this lifestyle it was with my eyes wide open.. I knew what I was embarking on. And every day I’m confronted with some new thing that I thought I *knew* and had absolutely no real clue about. I think that’s what gets under my skin about the people who never seem to have any troubles.. how do they do that!? I’m simultaneously skeptical and jealous as hell.
Maybe that will be us someday, huh?
Hopes your kids gets better
Missing kaya porn!
Keeping my fingers crossed for tommorrow!
Thanks..:)
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Just yesterday i “confessed” to Master that i had not been wearing my collar and various restraints to bed as He had instructed me to do. i told Him i was not feeling very “owned”.
What the hell does that feel like??
Sometimes i feel like i am searching for something that i can’t find. i put my collar on as soon as i got home and wore it until this morning. Having it on made me feel owned. (Why didn’t i think of that??)
Kaya, you are an excellent writer. You are also brave enough to share everything you go through and feel. Your doubts, your pain, your joys……….all of it. Thank You. It helps more than you will ever know.
Thank you… for reading and commenting. That helps ME more than you will ever know.
“Sometimes i feel like i am searching for something that i can’t find”
Lord, do I know that feeling…and you know the scariest thought.. is that it’s probably *right under our noses* and we don’t even see it. Just like putting your collar on… is it really made up of all the simple things? If it is, why are we searching for something bigger? What does it all mean??
You see what being in a closet does to you… you have nothing to do but THINK…lol
omg now I know for certain Rush will NEVER put me in the closet, last thing on earth He wants is for me to have any MORE time to think lol
-Taylor
He is doing what He wants….
Arghhh!!! You gonna make me cry and hate myself!!! How many times I asled myself those questions, and wait wait… for what ‘I’ want..
A good lesson to remember..
Yes, Master… I am here for you to do what you want with me… nothing else, nothing less, nothing more… and surely not what ‘I’ want…
Thank you for this poece of wisdom… ;-))
Taylor had a link to this in her post, I had never read it before (not suprising, I tend to skip the blantantly fiction “creative” parts of blogs).
But this really reminded me of Doug (The Viking). I didn’t have issues with it like the woman in your story though… I’m not sure what that says about me. But I wanted to say thank you, I’ve had a hell day at the dentist and to think about him so happily is a good thing for me.
I’m starting to believe that the best kinky relationships are the ones where the people want almost the exact same thing, almost eliminating that whole opposites attract idea. YOu know, aside from that whole D/s thing ;)