The soft breathe of the world abrades my skin
As I stand triumphant before the moon
Shadowed service
Shrieks and screams
Eyes watching from deep corners
Her eyes look up in solemn worship of her Sir
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The wheel turns
So I have a new Submissive. It’s online only at this point. She is an amazing person and new to being a sub. I’m pleased I get to be the one to play with and teach her. Ideally we would do this in person. But needs must. It’s the reason I Have been happy and as a corollary unable to write poetry. I’m working on that and need to be able to by April. Poetry month otherwise know as the Bataan death march of poetry. A poem a day, plus normal posts. It was hard as hell last year, lets see how it is this year. I may up it to 2 poems a day since I have been writing so prolifically. But my sub is amazing. I tried being vanilla for awhile. I was miserable. She is game for anything and I appreciate that. She is a beautiful creature and I’ll smack the shit out of anyone that says otherwise. My miss, you are mine. And that makes me happy.
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My rules for my submissive
Rule 1
You will follow orders in the spirit of not the letter to which they are given. Asking for clarification one time is allowed.
Rule 2
You will greet me with a deep kiss, whenever you enter the room I am in.
Rule 3
I will pick out at least one article of clothing that you will wear that day. If you are not with me, you will call me and ask.
Rule 4
You will wear your seatbelt whenever you drive or ride in a vehicle. If I am driving, I will buckle you in. You will wait while I do this without speaking.
Rule 5
If a seat by my side is not available, then you will sit on my lap.
Other rules are individual to the relationship with my submissive. These 5 are my standard. I prefer to give orders rather than establish rules. Though over time, consistent orders can become rules.
Note: I am not with anyone right now.
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Pledge
In these days of falls awakening, I reaffirm my pledge to not date vanilla. It was miserable and confusing. Give me your artists, your goths, your philosophers. Give me the ones who want to be tied up, who want to be spanked, who want complicated pleasures. The mainstream is not for me.
Pelgris 