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I Don’t Know…

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What I have done
To deserve you
In my life

I will ensure
Whatever it takes
To be worthy
In your eyes

I can’t fathom
What stars aligned
To bring your light
Into my darkness

I shall provide
Whatever you desire
To be given
In my submission

Me

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Take me
Tear me
Use me hard
Twist me
Bind me
Leave me scared

Whip me
Thrash me
Make me cry
Degrade me
Destroy me
Watch me fly

Please me
Pleasure me
Please don’t quit
Claim me
Chain me
Watch me submit

Share me
Display me
Declare me whore
Dominate me
Own me
Call me yours

 

*I am very sorry to say that I don’t know the name of this artist.  If you do, please let me know so I can give credit or remove it at their request.  Thank you.

Your Wilderness

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Your wilderness can be harsh
It is often unforgiving and merciless
Wrought with stringent demands and exacting punishments
Strict, remorseless, sever and breathtakingly primal.

On occasion, Your wilderness is a picturesque scene
Beautiful, quiet and utterly serene
I can bask in the light of Your tranquil presence
And float away in the still of Your peaceful soul

Your wilderness always leaves me feeling protected
In Your sheltering arms and insulated control
I’m left loved, cherished and unconditionally treasured
And I know true security and safety absolute

Within Your wilderness, I can surrender
Relinquish, yield and submit to Your bestial domination
All restraint is abandoned and vacated as I cede to Your commands
And Your wanton, shameless, unrestrained courtesan is allowed to run free

Love Letters #2

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This is something I thought would be fun for the month of February. I have captured some of the correspondence between Professor and I that I wanted to share. They make my heart melt every time I read them. Hope they will bring a smile to your face too.
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An Email from Sir to Miss Amelia:

Yes, make sure you stay busy doing “important” things today. Do not take too much time to think of me. Don’t pause and let your mind drift to my hands sliding softly, then firmly around your neck from behind. Do not be tempted to think of my breath alongside your face, and the feel of my fingers threading into your hair to tilt your head back with a firm pull, putting your wet lips up where I can kiss them. Best not think too much about what the rope I am shopping for might look like, or feel like….about how I might cut it into 10-foot lengths, using each one to bind a part of your surrendered body, leaving it exposed, vulnerable, and totally at my whim. Best not imagine how my breath will quicken at the sight of your submissive eyes looking up into mine, or how my cock will hunger to explode all over you, leaving you marked and smelling of my scent. No, best you concentrate your mental energies on “important” things today, because time is coming when you won’t be able to think of a single other thing……

-Sir-

Love Letters #1

love-letters

This is something I thought would be fun for the month of February. I have captured some of the correspondence between Professor and I that I wanted to share. They make my heart melt every time I read them. Hope they will bring a smile to your face too.

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An Email from Miss Amelia to Sir:

You are consuming me. My mind, heart, body and soul. I feel myself disappearing in my need for you. I want our bodies touching, caressing, teasing and tasting as we consume all the oxygen from the room. I want to give myself to you, as I’m claiming you as my own. MINE! MINE! MINE! Never a more beautiful word spoken. Never a truer sentiment shared. I LOVE YOU SIR! Xoxoxo

A Reply from Sir to Miss Amelia:

Oh Miss…. The consumption ensnares us both. I am listening to music, and finding some slice of you in every note and verse, some manifestation of us, some arrow that points me to where my heart and soul belong, to you, with you. I FEEL you inside my arms, and I draw from that feeling such an energy and peace. I feel the air warm as the fire of passion grows the closer we get. And I can never get close enough. Even entwined and inside you, I hunger to be closer, to make you a very part of me. Amelia, I am not whole without you. I am stronger, better, more capable because of the love you have given me. GIVEN, of free will and unbridled desire. As you feel yourself disappear in your need for me, know that I am pulled by the same gravity, and that when we disappear into one another, we will both be found. MINE….beauty and truth wrapped into a single syllable.

I LOVE YOU AMELIA!

-Sir-

War Paint

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I EARNED it!!
I bled for it
I hurt for it
And I wore it like a badge of honor

You GAVE it!!
You tortured me for it
You pleasured me for it
And You left your signature across my skin

We BASKED in it!!
We reached nirvana for it
We had to be cleansed for it
And We will revere the memories forever

Fuck Me Until…

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Fuck Me until I can’t walk
Fuck Me until I can’t talk
And leave me spent
Whimpering
In a driveling
Puddle

Fuck Me until I’m worn out
Fuck me until there is no doubt
That I can’t take it
For one
More
Second

Fuck Me until it’s scorching hot
Fuck Me until I beg you to stop
And call out for respite
From my repeated
Peaks
Of ecstasy

Fuck Me until I safe word
Fuck Me until I’m barely heard
Tell me I’m a Good Girl
Then do it all
Over
Again!

I Got a New Sex Hutch!

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I am SO EXCITED!!

I have been looking for just the right piece of furniture to put in my bedroom, to store all our fun toys, and I have finally found it. It’s not all full yet, but I couldn’t wait to show you. I have already assigned all my drawers.

The Insertion Drawer

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The Deprivation and Clamp Drawer

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The Bondage Drawer

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The Jellies, Lubes and Oils Cabinet

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The Impact Drawer

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Towel Storage

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Denied!

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It’s been a busy couple of weeks for us. Long hours at work, out of town visitors, holiday parties, a mini vacation, school functions, and virtually no alone time. Of course I’ve been horny, whiny, demanding and needy because of it and finally expressed my displeasure to him that I needed more touch and foreplay when it came to bedroom activities.

Yes, the “wham bam thank you ma’am” sex has been great and I’m not left unsatisfied. But sometimes I need more, I need the build-up, the exploration of his fingers, the firmness of his hand, his voice in my ear… Well I got exactly what I asked for last night.

He grabbed me by the hair and brought me to him. Kissing me gently with his ridiculously soft lips, but hard enough that his whiskers were stabbing me in the face. His hand started to massage my scalp, causing me to moan in his open mouth.

Slowly he worked down my backside, from head to neck, rubbing….. shoulders to torso, caressing….. small of my back to ass, kneading…. finally between my spread cheeks to a wanting pussy.

His firm yet caressing touch went to that of a feather as he reached my core. Barely grazing them as he worked from clit to rosebud. Why, why, why do all my girlie parts have to be encased inside my swollen lips? I lamented.

I lift my ass trying to meet his touch, Denied!

I spread my legs, hoping my lips part, Denied!

I bare down and squirm, rocking and humping air, Denied!

I close my legs trying to trap his hand against my pussy, Denied!

He continues the delicious torture for what feels like hours. Finally, I can’t take it anymore and I say, “please baby” in a whiny voice.

No response, Denied!

He traces again, clit to ass, and up over my humps. A muffled “oh, God” is sworn into the sheets.

No response, Denied!

Firm hand squeezes my ass deliciously hard and then makes it way to skim the goods again.

“Baby!” I exclaim.

No response, Denied!

I start to kick and my frustration turns to tears.

He comes in close, lips against my ear. “You wanted touch, I’m giving it to you.” He growls.

I whimper from the heat of his breath and the sound of his voice, his fingers never stop tracing my throbbing lips and hungry ass.

“You wanted foreplay, I’m giving it to you.” He says.

Than I get a complete shut out when he tells me, “Tomorrow night I’ll take my pussy, but now it’s time for bed.”

No longer Denied!

His message has been received loud and clear. He will decide what I need and when I need it.

Period.

Written by Kristi at skiphopsexflop
I wrote that many moons ago in another life, another time… my best girl read it a few months back and her voice when doing so was absolutely captivating and sexy as fuck. it’s my hope she will read this again and do an audio recording for us. no pressure sugar!

Audio by MissAmelia at missameliaandsir
It was my ABSOLUTE pleasure to record this wonderful piece written by my Good Friend. Hope you enjoy. XOXOXO

Cum for Me

blog-post-11-20-2016-cum-for-meI’m alone
With only my thoughts
Of You
As the passion
Begins to rise
I hear
Your silent whisper

Increasing my hunger
And overwhelming desire
For Your touch
I feel the memories
Of Your Sadistic tortures
Upon my flushed
And aching skin

Effortlessly and naturally
I assume Your position
Kneeling on the ground
As I drip
Wet, Hot, Need
Upon the floor
Beneath

Ultimate relief comes
As my touch
Becomes Your touch
And again
You Whisper
In my ear
“Cum for Me”

Thank you Sir

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