For someone to be submissive it has to be her/his choice.
Someone has to earn the right to be called Master/Mistress.
For me there’s so far only one Man who could maybe have that power over me and that’s Mark.

For someone to be submissive it has to be her/his choice.
Someone has to earn the right to be called Master/Mistress.
For me there’s so far only one Man who could maybe have that power over me and that’s Mark.
Submit to the dark place inside your mind, feel safe opening up for only Me.
This Mistress is not afraid of thoughts that you feel you need to keep hidden.
For the right submissive She will glory in your unique and sexy mind.
“Are you ready to hand Me your trust, your total submission, are you ready for be Mine completely?”
Find a space the you can be totally alone.
feel the earth, light, water, air, warmth and cool and just switch off your mind, feel at peace.
Become you again.
Some days I want to put on Wings and go around bringing joy and love to everyone, being there for them and easing their day even for a while, showing the world how much wonder and magic there is.
Some days I want to be strapped into a straight jacket by someone stronger, put on a soft bed and told to rest while He sits there and strokes my hair and is just present, being forced to do nothing but just “be” in the moment.
Some days I want to get up and walk around nude feel the air on my body and not care how I look to anyone else, throw off all my insecurities and remember I am unique and amazing to someone.
Some days I want to dress up and be taken out for crazy fun and laughter, then thrown on the bed and be show how beautiful I am to him, have hot steamy sex and cuddle all night.
Some days I want to be dark and deep, meditate, do wishes and spells, bask in the moonlight and breathe in mother earth, light incense and candles and remember how small we all are and how we have so much to learn in this lifetime to carry through to the next.
To the world, they see a mixed up mess of a woman who would just make no sense in their lives.
To Him, she is seen for the colour and crazy chaos she brings to his life, the possibility of making him think outside the normal, explore crazy things and also bring peace and gentleness.
She’s hot and cold, girl and Mature Women, mad and responsible.
Only very few see the whole person, to others she shows only what she thinks they need, and hides the parts she knows they can’t handle.
She marked her body with music and waited for the right person to understand it.
A secluded beach, she stripes down to nothing, walks slowly to the edge of the water, the hot sand filling her toes like a lover’s fingers only to fall away with every step.
The cooler sand at the edge of the water is where she sat and lay back, the hot sun warming her body and the sand like a hard bed on her back.
She closed her eyes and waited, the water washed up in waves, it began by caressing her feet, sliding up her legs and between her thighs, then slid back into the ocean taking some of the sand beneath her bottom and legs, moulding her deeper into it.
The next wave travelled further, caressing the sides of her breasts with cold water while the hot sun beat down on her exposed nipples.
The last wave covered her completely making her hold her breath, it fanned her hair out over the sand and as it left to slide back into the ocean, she was left wet and moulded into the sand.
She lay there and waited for her lover’s touch over and over, the never ending waves obliging as her mind wondered to where He was.