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butterflyslut:

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The dancer…..

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”  
~Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche


It has always played in my head …
Tell me that you hear it too …
Surely truth and beauty know no country …
If such is madness let it all be shared …
If such be truth then let me know that joy …
Dance into a dark that knows no logic …
Only those who sing can e’er be sane …

butterflyslut:

cindersk:

mikaelsplayground:

The dancer…..

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” 

~Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche


It has always played in my head …
Tell me that you hear it too …
Surely truth and beauty know no country …


If such is madness let it all be shared …
If such be truth then let me know that joy …
Dance into a dark that knows no logic …
Only those who sing can e’er be sane …

butterflyslut:

The Desk
Daddy was working at His computer … such a busy busy day … His patient baby curled up at His feet … safe in her collar and tight on her leash … resting her head on His thigh and listening to Him breathe.
She could see His hard cock pressing against His jeans … as she lazily caressed His other thigh with her hand … waiting and watching … so very hungry … but He hadn’t given her permission to touch … so she was only able to wander as close as she possibly could without actually brushing her target … she was a very obedient girl.
This went on for some time … as He worked away above … but gradually her gentle touch began to have its desired effect … and finally she was ordered to suck … do her worst.
She moved her hand slowly at first … onto His cock at last … a beckoning hardness under His clothes … squeezing softly… just enjoying the feeling at first … but she had been waiting so long it was hard to restrain herself … so she pulled down His zipper to get closer … and moved up onto her knees.
He touched her face as she pulled it out … just grazing her fingers along the shaft she caught her breath … admiring … then a long firm caress all the way down as she wrapped her hand around and brought her lips near … hardened nipples swaying and brushing against His leg as though to taunt Him just that little bit more.
A gentle kiss on the most sensitive part of the head … followed by some gentle little licks … so hard and beautiful in her hands … she looked up at Him and licked the whole shaft … slowly down and then up … while her nails tickled His balls ever so softly.
Hungrier now … she pulled one ball and then the other gently into her mouth … His bitch in heat as He liked to call her … sucking and licking … then bringing her face up underneath to breathe in His scent and lick just behind … she wanted to hear Him moan … the same way He lived to hear her sing.
Could he feel how much she craved this? Thoroughly lost in desire now He pulled her up … the most overwhelming sensations devoured her mind … hands in her hair He kissed her deeply … a kiss of animal hunger and passion … squeezing her tits together and pinching the nipples just a little bit savagely in His lust.
He moved His cock between her breasts … teasing her ravenous mouth with the head … she could see pearly precum begging to be tasted … then fucking her tits … His rock hard shaft sliding between them … the warm skin and round globes caressing Him … her hungry eyes locked on His.
His breaths now heavy and laboured with arousal … teasing His balls once more with her hands she drove Him wild … the uncontrolled animal that she lived to see … needing Him to want her.
“Beg for it slut” … He said … and she smiled wickedly … “Oh yes please” … she replied … “Please give me your cock … I want it all … show me how I may please you best … I want to taste every delicious inch”.
At that he rose up and forced His throbbing cock deep into her mouth all at once … and while she was forced to gag due to the power and the size of it there was also the most wonderful thrill of pleasure … grabbing His ass she held Him on her as long as she could … with the heavenly feel of His head brushing the back of her throat.
And so he fucked her face … as He had before and would again … His perfect angel in loving service to her Master … the power of domination combining with the power of submission to create a bond of absolute beauty.
But of course there came the point where He could take it no more … and she laid her head back … open mouth eagerly waiting … eyes ecstatic and shining … silently begging … please cum for me Daddy … let me feel your heat on my breasts … your fire in my heart … let me taste your sweetness on my tongue … cover my loving impatient face.
And when He could cum no more she caressed Him one last time with her tongue … savouring every drop … let it all be mine … what she hadn’t already consumed she also cleaned off of them both … He sighed and held her close as she laid her head to rest in His lap once again … His gentle loving baby … totally content.

butterflyslut:

The Desk

Daddy was working at His computer … such a busy busy day … His patient baby curled up at His feet … safe in her collar and tight on her leash … resting her head on His thigh and listening to Him breathe.

She could see His hard cock pressing against His jeans … as she lazily caressed His other thigh with her hand … waiting and watching … so very hungry … but He hadn’t given her permission to touch … so she was only able to wander as close as she possibly could without actually brushing her target … she was a very obedient girl.

This went on for some time … as He worked away above … but gradually her gentle touch began to have its desired effect … and finally she was ordered to suck … do her worst.

She moved her hand slowly at first … onto His cock at last … a beckoning hardness under His clothes … squeezing softly… just enjoying the feeling at first … but she had been waiting so long it was hard to restrain herself … so she pulled down His zipper to get closer … and moved up onto her knees.

He touched her face as she pulled it out … just grazing her fingers along the shaft she caught her breath … admiring … then a long firm caress all the way down as she wrapped her hand around and brought her lips near … hardened nipples swaying and brushing against His leg as though to taunt Him just that little bit more.

A gentle kiss on the most sensitive part of the head … followed by some gentle little licks … so hard and beautiful in her hands … she looked up at Him and licked the whole shaft … slowly down and then up … while her nails tickled His balls ever so softly.

Hungrier now … she pulled one ball and then the other gently into her mouth … His bitch in heat as He liked to call her … sucking and licking … then bringing her face up underneath to breathe in His scent and lick just behind … she wanted to hear Him moan … the same way He lived to hear her sing.

Could he feel how much she craved this? Thoroughly lost in desire now He pulled her up … the most overwhelming sensations devoured her mind … hands in her hair He kissed her deeply … a kiss of animal hunger and passion … squeezing her tits together and pinching the nipples just a little bit savagely in His lust.

He moved His cock between her breasts … teasing her ravenous mouth with the head … she could see pearly precum begging to be tasted … then fucking her tits … His rock hard shaft sliding between them … the warm skin and round globes caressing Him … her hungry eyes locked on His.

His breaths now heavy and laboured with arousal … teasing His balls once more with her hands she drove Him wild … the uncontrolled animal that she lived to see … needing Him to want her.

“Beg for it slut” … He said … and she smiled wickedly … “Oh yes please” … she replied … “Please give me your cock … I want it all … show me how I may please you best … I want to taste every delicious inch”.

At that he rose up and forced His throbbing cock deep into her mouth all at once … and while she was forced to gag due to the power and the size of it there was also the most wonderful thrill of pleasure … grabbing His ass she held Him on her as long as she could … with the heavenly feel of His head brushing the back of her throat.

And so he fucked her face … as He had before and would again … His perfect angel in loving service to her Master … the power of domination combining with the power of submission to create a bond of absolute beauty.

But of course there came the point where He could take it no more … and she laid her head back … open mouth eagerly waiting … eyes ecstatic and shining … silently begging … please cum for me Daddy … let me feel your heat on my breasts … your fire in my heart … let me taste your sweetness on my tongue … cover my loving impatient face.

And when He could cum no more she caressed Him one last time with her tongue … savouring every drop … let it all be mine … what she hadn’t already consumed she also cleaned off of them both … He sighed and held her close as she laid her head to rest in His lap once again … His gentle loving baby … totally content.

(Source: iwannafeelthethunder, via duncan888)

butterflyslut:

It seems the one way street …
When in truth it is strength for strength …
Shelter from her many storms …
A refuge for his darkest self …
The violence of passion can be a caress …
And the whisper of love may be found …
In the strictest bondage …
We are as much alike as all opposed …
Reticent and retiring …
Desirous of every freedom …
There are no one way streets …
My strength shines from his …
And his from mine …
For all the time that will be …

butterflyslut:

It seems the one way street …
When in truth it is strength for strength …
Shelter from her many storms …
A refuge for his darkest self …


The violence of passion can be a caress …
And the whisper of love may be found …
In the strictest bondage …


We are as much alike as all opposed …
Reticent and retiring …
Desirous of every freedom …


There are no one way streets …
My strength shines from his …
And his from mine …
For all the time that will be …

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Play

butterflyslut:

I will sometimes refer to the interaction between a Dom and a sub as play … for a couple of reasons …

First of all … it can very often be “playful” … always downright dirty for sure … but still with a sense of fun … other times the sex will be dark and raw … but an aspect of play is certainly a major part of it … at least for us …

And second … it is a playground for the depths of the imagination … a type of exploration that busy people in a vanilla environment are generally not allowed as part of their ordinary lives …

That said … I still think that true D/s is much more than a diversion … I could never think that people should treat it with anything less than a serious frame of mind … and not simply because of the dangers that can exist …

I have seen posts from time to time to suggest that one can never understand D/s for real until they can experience it in a physical sense … online relationships are looked down upon as inherently lacking and illegitimate …

And truthfully … I have to admit to having had some insecurity in my ability to comment on these subjects as a result … I venture to try anyway … describing my experience as best I can for those who may find something of worth in the telling … my own experience has been … by necessity … mostly long distance … but it is still very real …

Sadly as well … I’m afraid the negative sentiments about online D/s can have a lot of truth … the online world too often becomes a trap for lonely seeking souls … who may never find what they want to find … I never came here looking for this … so perhaps that is what spared me such mistakes … my path has been the simple accident of an unaccountably lucky fate …

But I would never wish to deceive anyone in any respect either … the ways I have chosen to explore could not possibly be for everyone … indeed … those looking in from the outside might well be forgiven for thinking some of my choices unwise if they knew every detail … but they were always mine … so I ask for neither validation nor pity …

A true D/s relationship is no easy path … not the search for a cliche prince who will come to rescue you … neither is it a search for a dream girl with no wants or worries who thinks only to suck your cock on demand … it is just a regular relationship … with the intensity turned way up in very particular ways …

More to the original point though … I do believe that sometimes those who have had the “advantage” of only knowing an in person type of “kink” … cast aspersions on what they don’t understand … for as much as we who mainly know a long distance type of interaction cannot easily comment on the physical … neither can they comment on a way that must find itself primarily in the mental and emotional …

And true D/s … lived out in its best form … must be a combination of the three … I yearn for that direct physical contact obviously … because it is like a missing piece … but I have surely come to know those other aspects very well … likely better than many … and they create a foundation for the rest that is in the end much better I think …

All the depraved and dirty things we revel in … at least as the vanilla world would see them … are the place where we play … the refuge where we let our animal selves run free …

But the connection we have alongside that is something akin to the spiritual honestly … the very real intimacy that in fact ALLOWS us to be so free on that level … that’s the best way I can describe it …

A person can have physical sex with a thousand people … kinky or otherwise … and never find this … while others may find it in a simple soul connection … that with luck can become much more …

So yes … D/s is play … a wonderful kind of play … but it is also the most serious kind of relationship … the deepest and most special I believe … something to be honoured … in whatever its form … by those with the profound good luck to have been graced by its blessings …

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butterflyslut:

Would you follow me …
To beyond the end of things …
To that misbegotten wasteland …
Where signposts no longer exist …
I have answers in search of questions …
And questions never asked …
I have arms that reach and can’t quite hold …
This earth …
I needs must go where you might lead …
And so I follow on …
Reading the leaves that pass on the quiet wind …
No other guide remaining …
Would you follow me then …
As I have followed …
On to my destruction …
The better for it still for all that’s lost …
The wiser for it still in what’s been found …

butterflyslut:

Would you follow me …
To beyond the end of things …
To that misbegotten wasteland …
Where signposts no longer exist …


I have answers in search of questions …
And questions never asked …
I have arms that reach and can’t quite hold …
This earth …


I needs must go where you might lead …
And so I follow on …
Reading the leaves that pass on the quiet wind …
No other guide remaining …


Would you follow me then …
As I have followed …
On to my destruction …


The better for it still for all that’s lost …
The wiser for it still in what’s been found …

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butterflyslut:

See heaven …
See hell …


See the place where these two must meet …
Where each must lose its power to deceive …
All quiet as the dawn …


Where the dichotomy of difference knows no more difference …

For light can have no settled home …
Without a field of dark to lay its head upon …
And dark shall have no rest from all its hunger …
Until pierced by a million stars …


This heaven is a hell of grand proportions …
This hell a sweet remembrance of every grace …

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butterflyslut:

Between yesterday today and tomorrow …
Look to find degrees of separation …
Past made as foundation …
Steady feet to walk in well worn shoes …
Future left to itself …
A country yet to be conquered as you may …
With now a bright new sunshine just to dance in …
All its music made and lived and tasted …
Between yesterday today and tomorrow …
Continuity shatters in its pieces on the ground …
So leaving all you had for all you need …
Forgoing all you want for his fine eyes …

butterflyslut:

Between yesterday today and tomorrow …
Look to find degrees of separation …


Past made as foundation …
Steady feet to walk in well worn shoes …


Future left to itself …
A country yet to be conquered as you may …


With now a bright new sunshine just to dance in …
All its music made and lived and tasted …


Between yesterday today and tomorrow …
Continuity shatters in its pieces on the ground …


So leaving all you had for all you need …
Forgoing all you want for his fine eyes …

(Source: sensualisfigurae)

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Shy

butterflyslut:

I’m sure there are exceptions from what I will say … I read the blogs of a fair few “Doms” on Tumblr … and as with any group of people you will find endless variation … regardless of the extent to which they may share certain traits in common …

But I have begun to notice a common thread in many of those that I would consider the most genuine … to the extent that one can reasonably divine a person’s true personality from a limited online presentation … which is an iffy proposition at best …

Anyway … while the word “shy” may overstate it … I could certainly go with the word reserved … as one that would probably describe many of the truest Doms I see … plausible alternatives might be cautious and careful … or deliberative …

On the surface a seeming contradiction … given the extreme directions towards which our sex lives can tend … but I would argue it is so in any case ..

A lot of self-promotion … bluster … or thoughtless risk-seeking behaviour … would in fact be to me dead giveaways that this is a person trying way to hard … someone who doesn’t really understand what they’re about as a Dom … in one manner or another the real thing … for all his natural self confidence … will exhibit a degree of hesitation … the intellect to be able to question his actions and approach all that he does in a thoughtful deliberate manner …

One sign of this is that he will be a true gentleman … not in any kind of cloying or insincere way … but just as a natural expression of inherent decency …

So much of what you will see online promotes the idea that a Dom must be scary … intimidating … full of bravado … because of the way we play the thought obviously goes … a Dom must actually BE in every respect the overpowering force implied by the role he inhabits …

This is anything but so …

Whether for simple kinky kicks … or in a deeper and more committed type of relationship … the latter being the only manner in which I personally feel that a D/s partnership can be fully realized … the commanding presence of an all powerful Dom is just the way we PLAY …

The risky sex … and violent passions … are just expressions of a side that we wisely keep in its proper place a lot of the time … with the right D/s partner we can let these out in a safe sane and consensual manner as the cliche goes … like children still playing … testing our boundaries … just in a much more grown up way …

Only a wise and sane man can truly be trusted with this … the roads we seek to travel are far too distant from the easy and expected … it requires a man of quiet and reserve … sometimes perhaps tending even to the shy … careful enough of his own drives to question them in a thoughtful way … without paralyzing himself …

And this is no weakness … but rather his greatest strength … that he can Master his desires to a degree other men cannot … allowing their exercise … living that side of himself freely …. but only in a way that will never cause harm …

I have found any of the Doms that I consider genuine to be of this sort … gifts of nature in their own right … decent … morally sound … and giving human beings … who have found the secret of blending that with the animal inside in a way that fulfills both … while compromising neither …

butterflyslut:

Pain
Think about pain … the delicious kind he gives me … as much as he can under the circumstances … since effectively I have to inflict it on myself on his behalf … whether it’s the wax … or the clamps … or the endurance of separation … or the will to love in the face of all obstacles …
I’m either a wonder of nature … or a crazy lunatic … take your pick …
And if I asked him I know what he would say … what he always says … that I am a gift … and nothing more …
And so I will let him hurt me … even to the point that I move mountains to hurt myself FOR him … this has in some measure always been the destination hasn’t it? What we both need.
And it has always needed to be as much or more about what I would do FOR him … as much as what he might do TO me … some will never get that …
Oh but HE does … and he draws out that need to give without thought … until I feel his pain almost as a validation of this devotion that fills my soul … I could not crave it but for such a reason …
He draws it out like an excruciating but exquisite torture … I give my pleasure AND my pain … until in the end I can barely tell the difference … it is all one … and all his …
Though from far away he can never touch me … move himself across my skin and penetrate ALL I am … still I DO feel it … as real as real … in the depth of my soul …
He becomes all my dreams and all my fantasies … every desire … every stolen wish … the whip that will make its mark on my flesh … every sting a caress … a delicious torment … so that when I feel its touch … I can know what has finally come …
Reverence … service … use in every possible way … for him … and for whomever he may say … blinding and unconditional love …
The safety of life … and the safety of words … are an illusion … so we throw such delusions away … only to find them once again … so sweetly … in each other …
Bound … tied … and helpless … spread and completely vulnerable … nowhere to run … nowhere to hide … gagged … blinded … taken … owned … ecstatic … and at peace …
He is my trust and my heart and my only home …
Made for the ultimate taking … opened and desperate to hold him … that last virginity meant only for him … this bond … thrusting and filling me until I scream his name … aching … raw … exhausted … but joyful … utterly used … and content …
That throb and release I will feel deep inside is the pleasure and the pain … the glory of life … in all its sad incandescence …
And in that place … we will be face to face … and we will touch … as few can ever find their way to do …
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butterflyslut:

Pain

Think about pain … the delicious kind he gives me … as much as he can under the circumstances … since effectively I have to inflict it on myself on his behalf … whether it’s the wax … or the clamps … or the endurance of separation … or the will to love in the face of all obstacles …

I’m either a wonder of nature … or a crazy lunatic … take your pick …

And if I asked him I know what he would say … what he always says … that I am a gift … and nothing more …

And so I will let him hurt me … even to the point that I move mountains to hurt myself FOR him … this has in some measure always been the destination hasn’t it? What we both need.

And it has always needed to be as much or more about what I would do FOR him … as much as what he might do TO me … some will never get that …

Oh but HE does … and he draws out that need to give without thought … until I feel his pain almost as a validation of this devotion that fills my soul … I could not crave it but for such a reason …

He draws it out like an excruciating but exquisite torture … I give my pleasure AND my pain … until in the end I can barely tell the difference … it is all one … and all his …

Though from far away he can never touch me … move himself across my skin and penetrate ALL I am … still I DO feel it … as real as real … in the depth of my soul …

He becomes all my dreams and all my fantasies … every desire … every stolen wish … the whip that will make its mark on my flesh … every sting a caress … a delicious torment … so that when I feel its touch … I can know what has finally come …

Reverence … service … use in every possible way … for him … and for whomever he may say … blinding and unconditional love …

The safety of life … and the safety of words … are an illusion … so we throw such delusions away … only to find them once again … so sweetly … in each other …

Bound … tied … and helpless … spread and completely vulnerable … nowhere to run … nowhere to hide … gagged … blinded … taken … owned … ecstatic … and at peace …

He is my trust and my heart and my only home …

Made for the ultimate taking … opened and desperate to hold him … that last virginity meant only for him … this bond … thrusting and filling me until I scream his name … aching … raw … exhausted … but joyful … utterly used … and content …

That throb and release I will feel deep inside is the pleasure and the pain … the glory of life … in all its sad incandescence …

And in that place … we will be face to face … and we will touch … as few can ever find their way to do …

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That Time in the Pool

butterflyslut:

I remember the pool …

I remember the others just off on the other side … what on earth must have been in their minds … listening to the sound of it … as I screamed while he fucked me … bottoming out more than once … he really was a monster …

Three in the morning … all just the sober side of drunk … did the sights and sounds get them off … wishing they could be doing just the same …

And when I took him down my throat … did they watch … did they want to touch themselves … were they hungry creatures … trapped just outside the restaurant window … what on earth was in their minds …

We finished in the water … close beside the others then … knowing they knew … knowing they saw … and not caring in the slightest …

I remember the pool …