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In Tatters

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I knelt at His feet in the utter mess I’d made. My struggle to succeed was stark. No one had ever seen me so disheveled…in such embarrassing circumstances. As He cleaned me up for the second time two minutes, I looked up to meet His steady gaze and tried to gauge his reaction. Disgust at another disastrous, completely unimpressive act of service? Frustrated at my inability to get it together? Sadistically amused at another ridiculous unglamorous predicament I’d once again found myself in? I knew he was taking in every fucking minute detail of the wreck before Him and squirreling it away in the vault of His mind, but what did He feel? His stoic expression offered me no hint. Without comment He stood firm in front of me. Fuckin unwavering. He hadn’t walked away. He hadn’t stepped back. I swear He may have even leaned in. As soon as I’d semi-collected myself, I began my third attempt even as I tried in vain to push the remaining proof of my ineptitude out of view, hoping it would simply
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Our Storm

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My hands clawed at the wet brick as I tried in vain to brace myself against the brutal rhythm of Him.  Another nail shredded. The smack-smack-smack of skin-to-skin and the wet sounds of sex and sin echoed between the dark confines of the narrow alleyway but mingled with the downpour and the random taxi or box truck that lumbered through the barren drenched city streets.  The masonry dug into my palms, and the edges of my soaked dress clung to the sides of my pale thighs, even as He used the bunched fabric at my back as leverage to fuck me like a beast in primal heat.  Just as the violent storm above raged, so did my anger, yet still I arched my back and raised my bare ass like the whore I always was for Him.   I needed... Dick... His dick... Him.  Him.  Him.  As always, the energy of us consumed us like a firestorm, singing our souls.  We were helpless to resist.  "Who owns you, bitch?"  He growled in my ear before He trailed burning bites down m
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This Woman's submission

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Womanhood is a complicated prism.  Strengths and weaknesses ebb and flow depending who is doing the assessing.  Gender, age, Power Exchange role, economic, cultural perspective, and more all influence which elements hold value and which are are irrelevant. A younger Man might rate a woman higher if she’s willing and able to bear children.  A bottom will likely gravitate more toward strong Dominant women.  Someone struggling financially might have a greater appreciation for a woman who is financially independent where a wealthier man might be ambivalent.  There is definitely no longer one way to "woman" -- at least in modern American culture.  There is also no one way to submit.  The best choice for either is to be authentic and true to who and what you are.  In fact, back in July one of my s-friends brought me back this from TESFest and Orpheus Black,   "You serve your purpose - your submission - by being who you are."   Such amazing fucking advice, and
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