Lucid Obscurity

musingsfrombelow:

When asked why someone who is collared or whatever, does well, what we do. All the crap we go through, whether its enforced chastity, following rules and expected standards, getting your butt belted for not doing so, being put into bonds or whatever when you’re not in the mood, whatever the it is that you do. Well, I think it can be summed up in is we perpetually feel like what is pictured above, even if its when we’re getting out butt wailed on, we might be crying on the outside but the inside remains the same.

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I watched you ever so closely. In the moments you slipped across the floor to turn off the lights, I pictured every finger that was soon to be trained on me. I watched in slow motion as your finger caressed the switch, the muscle tensing, and it was dark. Suddenly, my body shivered as I felt you draw closer. I search for you in the darkness, but am unable to see … only sense you. In an instant you are upon me, hands touching and searching every twist and turn of my body. I cannot breathe, and I do not want to. This, I will remember always. The passion between our lips and the craving between our bodies. The heat between us, dancing and twisting in unison, drawing us closer. I hear you groan as I press my hips up into you. I close my eyes, arching my back as your hand moves up my chest and to my neck. Your fingers tighten slightly and I moan. I am under your control.

From here to forever.

©2012 Darqueness

The picture is not mine, however the words here are. Not to be used elsewhere without my written permission.

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Perfect.

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For Him.

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Two wonderful things at once.

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slavesdiary:

her-master:

My sweet pet, my precious little girl, I want you to do something for me… today and every day. When you do it doesn’t matter; find a quiet time. Perhaps before bed, maybe when you get up… some days you may seek this comfort in the mid-day, but every day, no matter how chaotic, no matter what is wrong, no matter how you hurt—find this quiet time for us.

The task is simple: Go to your room, put my collar around your neck, and kneel—your head bowed, your eyes lowered, and your hands clasped gracefully behind your back. Be comfortable; this is not a burden or a punishment. Pad your knees; care for your body and find a position that brings peace and focus. Shut out all distractions… perhaps beside your bed, maybe facing the wall… you safe, quiet, and alone with your thoughts… kneeling for me, with my collar around your neck.

Anyone discovering you would think you are praying, and they would not be wrong. No, of course you do not pray to me, but your soul quivers before the power of this thing we do, before the beauty and clarity of your submission. Take a moment; clear your mind, and relax.. maybe do the meditation I gave you… breathing in, and out… find that quiet place.

Then turn your thoughts to me, to us. Why do you kneel? Why is there a collar around your neck? Consider your submission. There is no humiliation or degradation in this place; you kneeling for me is a thing of beauty, a stunning sunbeam of pure love and devotion.  You are a proud, strong girl, but not before me—you humble yourself before me.  No matter what is wrong with the world or what is difficult for us, this is right and this is easy: You give yourself to me. You are mine.

After a few moments, rise, and return to everyday world, but not all of you. Leave some little part of you where she must always be—the little girl there, in that place, kneeling before me. Because you are mine.

Oh, this brought tears in my eyes…. How beautiful this is.. 

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“Look at me” He whispers. That gruff growl in His voice that causes my soul to stir accompanied by His strong hand making it’s way to the back of my head. i feel Him tighten His grip, fingers wrapping my hair in a bun. He wraps it tightly around His palm, pulls gently then forces me all the way down onto His thick cock. i feel the head pulsing as it slides between my tonsils. choking and gagging, i keep my eyes trained on Him, tears welling in my eyes then slipping down my cheeks. i feel Him jerk and groan as His warm liquid spurts into my throat. i swallow it down hungrily assuring i get every last drop. As His hips fall back down to the couch, He gently releases my hair, looks into my eyes and smiles, “That’s my good little whore.” my body shivers as i smile, laying my head on his resting cock, proud to be His.

~ Crys (Cimmerian, Darqueness, Kis)

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Want these panties!

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