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I know I am not worthy of being in Your presence yet, or even near the ground You have walked on.
Please persevere with me Goddess, I want to be useful to You, I give myself to You.
Dismantle me down into tiny pieces, discard the unnecessary.
Anything that doesn't please You or benefit my servitude to You - please crush it without remorse, grind it to dust, dissolve it in my tears.
Press this worthlessness from my body and soul like You are the master wine maker and I am the grapes.
Let the wine of my worthlessness flow over the shell of my being, let it become a raging torrent of my former existence, cascading toward the earth below.
Let it collect in the chilled vat of Your steely resolve, aged and refined in the purifying fire coursing through Your veins.
Serve it back to me my perfect Goddess, my Everything.
I will toast to Your glory - bowed in reverence , I consume this drink.
Strange feelings, losing reference, my body convulses, the wine passes through me, eroding my core, washing away my fleeing ego, leaving only function and purpose in its wake.
The wine metabolises to everything I was before servitude, and leaves my body. Once more it cascades toward the earth below - it's final destination. Seeping ever lower, gravity it's only master now, the earth's core approaches, dissociation begins, particle by particle; molecule by molecule; atom by atom; finally elemental purity is reached once again - Equilibrium.
On the earth's surface, head bowed, kneeling, a masterpiece remains. The Goddess looks down to assess Her work - At Her feet, a monument to Her perfection, an object of function and purpose, rendered from a redundant organism - The reward for Her tireless, merciless, sculpting.
This object is an empty vessel, yet it lives and breathes.
Fully aware of its purpose, its reason for existence.
Fully aware of its Creator, its Owner, its Goddess.
it breathes only to declare its Goddess.
its blood pumps only to serve its Goddess.
its eyes serve only to look up at its Goddess in awe.
The deletion of its sexual organ, made perfect in the refinement of its tongue - A thing of exquisite wonder and fascination - Ecstasy - its mastery of her perfect pleasure.
its mouth the inlet to an insatiable fixation - A primary driver - A catchment area for this empty vessel, wherein its life is sustained only through the metabolism of the most precious substances - Those created by its Goddess's own body.
Substances far to precious and life giving for Her to waste on anything other than Her perfect slave.
Written for @mistresslanapayne by @slavetothepayne
November 2018 - 3 months before it was officially branded
Joint submission and exchanged power play can be one of the most beautiful things and powerful dynamics.
Her waking to serve the cock she’s actually in love with, looking up at his eyes as she massages and worships it how it was always designed to be cared for, meekly licking his ass in reverence.
Him kneeling down in humility to lick, even if it isn’t his favorite, staring at her eyes as she pulls his thick hair to pull him closer.
Two hearts jumping, knowing the exchange will never go stale, and that vanilla love never made them feel so alive, respected, humbled, and cared for. #switchlife
~OffTheWallCouple
I absolutely love when he cuts off my air supply and I can feel the power he has in his hands. I trust him to have my life in his hands and to protect me always. I'll do everything to keep him happy and satisfied in every way. He's my King and I'll forever treat him like one. He deserves the absolute best from me and that is exactly what he'll get every second, every minute, and every hour of each day.
#respect #motivation #motivationalquotes #fakepeople https://www.instagram.com/p/BpkThTLH-a_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1b1zbr3faq5d7
thats something i asked myself for some time now. good to know ☝️
It sometimes happens that in a conversation I will find myself disagreeing with something a man says. And I’m never sure what to do, especially when I have the feeling he’s not understanding what I’m trying to say. Should I double check that I didn’t misunderstand what he said? Should I correct him? Pretend to agree? Try to explain my position again?
I never know what do without coming across as an arrogant know-it-all, so any tips from my followers would be very welcome.
Truth.
Be an example. Treat her right in private and in public. Let your sons see how to treat their wives, and let your daughters see how their boyfriends and husband should treat her!
Yes we do.
Yes, they do…
Romance and intimacy are required