just the thought of You…

Your skin under its fingertips
its body surrendered to Your control
let us please stay right here for just an hour or more
Time to start the day girl He firmly gives a command
sweet moans arise upon its lip
a gentle push one soft whisper yes Sir releasing from His grip
If to simply remain in this luxurious stolen moment
To experience the radiation floating over still lingers in our touch
fill it again with Your fruitful juice
satiated while worshiping You with love and gentle tenderness
Is it possible to actually feel a heart expanding with devotion
seeping from its very soul flooding with emotion
The aroma now penetrating through the heated air
consuming its thoughts wants and desire
begging Him please without saying a word pleading with its flesh on fire
You have taken it places never to have been seen
We started out as a tepid pool of lust
evolving over time into a transformation of trust

                      With every passing day it is left wanting and craving You more                        pleased and honored to be its Master’s submissive little whore

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lskg’s checklist…

Did I give 100% of me?

 

Did I make You feel needed?
Did I make You feel wanted?
Did I make You feel desired?
Did I make You feel like You were the only Man in the world?
Did I praise You often?
Did I affirm You always?
Did I make You feel special?
Did I make You feel proud?
Did I make You feel loved?
Did I make You smile?
Did I make You laugh?
Did I make You happy?
Did I put You first before everyone and everything?
Did I show You the ultimate respect always in all ways?
Did I obey Your every word?
Did I honor Your every decision?
Did I protect Your reputation?
Did I live by Your expectations?
Did I give myself to You completely?
Did I give You total control?
Did I submit to You fully?
Did I portray myself as Your prized possession?
Did I allow You to invade my mind, heart, body and soul?
Did I display myself as a direct reflection upon You?
Did I affirm You in everything you did?
Did I stand in awe of You?
Did I worship You and Your body?
Did I take Your constructive criticism for my betterment?
Did I make mistakes?
Did I take corrections and discipline with grace?
Did I welcome Your trainings?
Did I eagerly await Your instructions?
Did I always ask permission?
Did I listen intently to You?
Did I hear Your words?
Did I follow instructions well?
Did I follow all Your protocols?
Did I respect our rituals?
Did I behave appropriately most all of the time?
Did I live intentionally for You?
Did I follow close behind You?
Did I do everything possible for You?
Did I anticipate Your needs?
Did I excitedly cook for and wait upon You?
Did I take the best care of You?
Did I disclose all to You?
Did I bear my soul to You?
Did I make Your life better?
Did I make life more enriched?
Did I make life easier?
Did I encourage You?
Did I support You and Your ways?
Did I fulfill Your every desire?
Did I participate in every way?
Did I fulfill Your every kink?
Did I satisfy You?
Did I please You?
Did I serve only You?
Did I bare this body to You only?
Did I trust You completely?
 

Do I love you unconditionally?

yes……….

secret thoughts kept in the doubting mind of His lsgk…

Maybe it’s all in her head
she wonders if He thinks she doesn’t know
she remains quietly praying over the one thing she does dread
instinct is a peculiar feeling
very seldom wrong
she has learned to listen intently to it
not push aside or place on ignore
this powerful message is what keeps her strong
she carries on acting as if wanting this life to be real
her best effort put forward to honor serve and please
her heart body mind and soul invested, excited just to feel
in her past she ignored the truth a safer place to hide
deny what was right in front of her 
not face the gut wrenching realities that hurt too much inside 
smile through the days
in the night He is right there
what really ventures through our minds 
enjoy this moment in time knowing how much we share 
being this girl in her deep level of submission is beautiful yet makes her very tired 
He reminds her often this is no easy task 
a consensual agreement to this lifestyle of which we both are wired  
so much to learn as her training continues she steadily grows 
not wanting to have insecurities be content in His loving arms
His property needs to feel safe under His control this He surely knows
one thing is certain this girl recognizes her value worth and gift capable to rise above 
understanding all this entails as she offers herself to Him daily wanting just to trust
in return she desires to receive His security protection and love 
the day washes over them our small town fun we did partake 
laughing and drinking talking and playing 
a beautiful day please never let me be awake 
 tears streamed slowly down as they walked through the door leaving a black stained face 
The Master slowly drifts off to His slumber while His slave nuzzles close in His warm embrace
the liquid truth serum revealing with His whispering voice in her ear~ 
“Your Master cherishes His slave you know, that is why I chose you and I show much I care”…
 

sisters in submission…

as her tears fall, i feel her sadness from letting Him down

through her humiliation, i feel her shame for failing to succeed

in her sorrow i understand her disappointment within

seeing her punishment upon her skin

i feel her frustration for a lesson she has yet to learn

we stand up to do better and kneel down to prove our commitment

show our honor love and devotion to Him

our hands are empty to show we’ve nothing to hide

we’ve become ready to receive His guidance, His direction, His instruction

our hearts open to reveal how vulnerable we are

our minds are free to receive His words

our bodies His to be owned

submissiveness our most precious gift we offer to Him and Him alone

we are a direct reflection of each other as Daddy and His girl

she is the representative of His creation

He is accredited for her self-confidence

she has exchanged total power control for her trust in Him not to destroy her

she is His foundation of strength while He is her infallible rock

where she may fall short He lifts her up to begin again

His correction is her saving grace to learn and serve Him better

her obedience proves her willingness to Him

He is her Daddy Dominant

she is His little submissive

 

little girl on her submissive soap box…

 Who you are outside the bedroom defines who you are in it…

Are you The Man or just another nice guy? Is she the one making all the demands? Are  you the one receiving her commands? Are you holding her accountable for her own responsibilities or are you picking up all the slack because she has dug her heels in while laughing “dance little monkey dance” when really she deserves her (little?) bottom reddened into her reality? Have you put her on a pedestal when you are the one who belongs on a podium? Do you bite your tongue as the words, “but honey, you are beautiful just the way you are” slips from your lips when what you truly want to declare is, “get your butt to the gym, there’s work to be done!” How is that serving her if you remain silent of your true wishes and desires? Afraid (cringe) that she will respond in her characteristic, boisterous, BSC voice that you so dread then retreat and she will likely withhold sex until you repent? (yuck) Backwards thinking and wrong action here fellas…

Be the leader, please do not conform. Take back what is yours and has been from the start, the power and control! What has you locked up, so stymied that you are reluctant to take charge as the Man? Fear?!?! of what? Complacency? Losing her? Finding your Manly voice? Been shamed for desires, wants and needs?  Please…

Stop giving her a false sense of security. If she hasn’t earned it, or she isn’t working towards a better her, then by all means, make her. If you ever want/hope to take her, own her and keep her, push her harder to be what you want. The Magic 8 Ball says, chances are good that she was delivered similar messages as you were her whole life. “Don’t have those thoughts. Don’t let a man run your life. Shame on you for this and that. You are the queen of the house. A happy wife makes a happy life”. Wrong. Change the tape…

Allow me to divulge in a little vulgarity from this little girl’s mouth; which comes (cums) first the cock or the pussy?  This is absolutely rhetorical as well it ought to be. Clearly the answer in my world is, His cock. As for His pussy, only when He says she can. His cock is worthy of worship and respect because my Daddy doesn’t think with His, isn’t controlled by it, but definitely knows what to do with it and that He is the Master of His domain and His little girl.

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Not all females are willing to be a submissive or even slightly submit to their man. That’s unfortunate for them. i also realize they may be trapped in control mode further hindering their ability to release it all to Him. You, the Man need to put your big, strong hand (uh hum)over her mouth and tell her to hush, it’s handled, whatever “it” is. Then by all means, follow through. She will no doubt protest time and time again, but if you are who and what God intended you to be, (not your mama, society or your fellow nice guys) then you will continue to take charge of your life. Your manhood depends upon it. It is time to redeem yourself as such.

What prompted these words of declaration were recent conversations my Daddy and i have had on this very topic in regards to what we have been witnessing in society as a whole. Allow this girl to reiterate yet again how feminism has clearly and sadly emasculated the men of our generation. Sweep up the eggshells you’ve been walking on and pour the concrete for your new foundation. Your woman will learn to desire and crave you and wonder what is happening to her. Be consistent…

Daddy and i have both swallowed that red pill and since then have discovered the depths of our core beliefs. Our mothers, grandmothers and women of days past have fucked up our men of today.

(refer to Rollo Tomassi http://therationalmale.com/ He is brilliant)

THIS——>

(http://theredpillroom.blogspot.com/2012/08/male-dominance-beginners-guide.html)

This girl will admit, there was some trepidation and intimidation while feeling a bit threatened by Rollo’s blog, along with others in the manosphere at the introduction of them. However, it wasn’t long after that the positive transitions and transformations she witnessed in her Sir were astounding. The resistance she once had to the idea initially were diminished while the Alpha within Him was emerging at an alarming rate. 

Daddy doesn’t demand the respect of His little girl, but He has it fully. He silently requires it and ultimately deserves every ounce of it. In return, i feel His adoration and protection shining through. Because of this, our D/s DD/lg relationship was born. Certainly not without a lot of examination, reevaluation, continuous conversations, including openness and honesty of expectations. All of which has brought Daddy to a whole new, higher level of control and i to a deeper level of obedience and submission.

 Overall this has been an exciting journey to date…

random things that make this lg say, yum and hmm…

Fear has no place in our world as it can be cunning and this lg finds herself in an internal battle that she loses each and every time. Trusting that Daddy knows me better than i know myself is astounding. He listens and takes things into consideration, but i understand it is ultimately up to Him while my input is noted.

Squirms under His control, knowing full well i am secure, i endure, wanting this to escalate as the pain turns to pleasure, the wetness giving away my sin~cerity, Daddy persists, silencing my wincing, covering my mouth, kisses follow, i relax, He continues…

morning sex

The aroma of the mixed con”cock”tions from our juices left over from the evening before were potent as Daddy awoke His little girl’s senses once more in the wee hours of the morning. Gentle tugs on His now sore nipples from being well used, joined together with His big firm hands that engulf His tits while intertwining His strong legs with hers. As the intoxicating scent exhumed from beneath the covers this little girl is instantly aroused, soaked, wanting her Daddy with such desire. Daddy’s moans reveal the same as He finds His wetness yet again. “Good girl, just the way I like to find my kitty” as He begins to slide up and down, His cock hardening all over again…

Pushing this lg’s limits, Daddy satisfies His wants by taking what is His while fulfilling our fantasies as our bodies and souls connect deeper than imaginable. Moving beyond the touches of skin, erotic moans that fill the air and arousal that comes with a simple graze of His fingertips across His little girl’s body. His words accompanied with “baby” or “little girl” create an eagerness to please and serve Him always in all ways…

Training His girl in ways that used to merely spark His imagination have been brought to life. Creating an even safer place where vulnerability is embraced and caressed, this lg’s submission is becoming more intense. Daddy has added new toys to the nearly full box now. Additions to the family that Daddy had only envisioned until recently.  The reception from His girl has pleased Him beyond what His lg believes He’s ever dreamed possible. Well…

Daddy’s invasion of His little girl’s mind is a constant as is her submission to Him. His ability to continually keep control is a powerful gift bestowed upon this beauty of a Man that i am learning can be wearing on Him at times. Respectfully i share, “Daddy, in a sense i am training You as well, don’t You think? By training i mean, You are letting me do more for You than before Sir”. “Mmm hmm yes little girl, I can see that”, now all she wants is to suck her “thumb”…

Together we are learning as we evolve further into our DD/lg lifestyle. 

 

 

 

 

surrender & submit not direct & design…

as He walks into the room good girl is uttered from His lips

as Daddy finds His little girl waiting

positioned correctly slightly swaying with her hips

she knows this will please Him but more importantly it is her privilege

to be His submissive always in training

Daddy’s little girl created in His image

there once was a time in her life not so far in the past

the thought of being controlled appalled her

to the point she would nearly gasp  

then He took her by surprise this Daddy came along

so gentle yet stern solid like a rock everlasting and strong 

surrender and submit 

she willingly let it all go 

her precious gift He gladly took to design and direct

she needs to feel needed, used and adored…

please do not suppress my desire to serve You no matter the cost

by doing the things that You have commanded

it confuses me and i feel lost

assure me with Your strength control and power

consistency always running through

like a bird on a ledge of the steepest tower

i belong to You Daddy Yours and Yours alone

no other could measure up

nor claim me as His very own

 

 

i am living in a vanilla world and i am a sub little girl…

because i choose to be, want to be, desire to be…

sub kneeling

his baby girl, His little submissive…

“So, how was your fun weekend away?” “So much fun! i was such a good girl, He told me so, a bunch!” Grinning from ear to ear, my tummy flipped as I thought back over our time away. Remembering how much i pleased Daddy Sir, being His girl He expected and told me He needed me to be. “But he didn’t mean he EXPECTED this and that of you??”  I looked at her with a small grin on my face, not knowing what to say, so I said nothing at all. Here I was finding myself yet again, wondering why I answer a simple question and find judgement on the other side. Biting my tongue numerous times before uttering the words, my Daddy or Sir, forgetting briefly who i am speaking to. What comes so natural to me is required to be censored and i despise that. 

Ah yes, that less than understanding tone coming from a special friend who only wants to see me happy. She sees my glow, my giddy little girl inside exhuming from within, but she can’t relate. i can hear it now, “you did what because He told you to?!” I refrained from sharing once again, holding it in. Being a good little girl is what makes me happy, pleasing and serving my DS as He sees fit. Seeing that warm genuine smile upon His face, knowing that i put it there by being and doing what is expected, means everything to me. It is one of the biggest parts of being a sub that other females just cannot comprehend and that’s ok. 

i have lived that life of a “happy wife makes a happy life”, but that was never accomplished. My control was all that mattered. Pleasing me was what i thought was right. So how come it felt all wrong? i never knew all that was missing. That deep down to be controlled, led, encouraged, held up and protected is what i truly needed and was missing in order for me to submit. Now i am the one who cannot fathom being a controlling wife, a spoiled woman who doesn’t receive discipline and have consequences, or thrive and desire them. 

His constant control and invasion of my mind keeps me in a state of knowing Who i belong to. Every part of me is His, to do with what He pleases, as He chooses always in all ways. 

 

who is she now…

So true
On this quest to live her life
not necessarily an easy task nor free of strife
She’s always been this struggling being desperately trying to break free
not wanting to unveil her broken parts for anyone to see
Foiled her plan has been since He’s pulled back her covers
leaving her naked and vulnerable the truth it now hovers
There she lies exposed somewhat afraid yet relieved to show
her glorious wonders underneath it all as she begins to glow
Denying her relentlessly reduced to agonizing tears
a steady flow soaks her now stored for a lifetime after all these years
Who is this girl so emotional and bursting with love
she is unsure as His arms wrap around her
soothing hands stroking gently from above
Quiet whispering she feels upon her ear
go ahead and cry baby girl I’m right here
Let it all come out there’s so much bottled up inside
once for secret keeping but now where will she hide
You are safe He says in a deep gentle voice
holding her tighter trusting His words the little girl has no other choice
She has before relinquished absolute control but never in this way
her mind goes empty completely in the moment trusting Him more today
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<p>Doms….. We must never forget the amazing gift
Slowly she escapes as one more demon is burned
her inner power stronger as He takes away her fears another lesson learned
No more thinking continue to dissolve from where she got her start
this is where she is now training her to become who she truly is
while healing her broken heart
Toss away the droves of unclaimed tattered masks worn
revealing beautiful eyes a soft sweet smile that once was shattered and torn
Wanting to be the lady her body has grown into
whole loving and with desire
at last she is shining through each day another wound healed
stepping away from the fire
He has discovered a sensual instrument of power pleasure and pain
taking her to a heightened place diluting insecurities
like the sky brings the rain
Wash her clean she is deserving of His comfort and love leaving her fresh
devour her as He so chooses while she lets go of her flesh
The battle rages less inner conflicts dissipate bringing her out to shine
doubt of her capabilities begin to elude her mind
Big deeper breaths understanding how to merely be
once a daunting place quiet when necessary
her voice encouraged setting her doubts free
Through a new pair of enlightened eyes
she’s able to see instead of illusion but reality that doesn’t hold a disguise
While baby still wants to play in fairy tale town
her big girl stands by with their life preserve not letting her drown
Learning to get along acknowledging that they both indeed exist
honoring their own needs to be filled stop trying to resist
Equal time neither needs to receive
only if the moment is right for both but never to deceive
The sighs are a constant relief to have this brought into the light
thanking Him for deeply understanding His patience and training
while they practice to get things right
Awareness it does grow as acceptance creeps in
so grateful knowing this is real
collar the body of the woman but embrace the playful baby within
So true