On Being My Joy.
I have strong feelings about the D/s dynamic and my role as a sensual Dominant. I take the time to know my girl’s wants, needs, hopes, fears, hungers, and desires - and I do my best to reach deep within. My goal is to peel back inhibitions, shyness, and/or protective layers of societal “do’s and dont’s” and to free her to her own erotic “core”. If I am successful - the result is a beautiful merging of two hearts, two minds, and two souls into one incredible journey of exploration and bliss.
I am highly selective in my choice of submissive. She must be intelligent, talented, beautiful, and intriguing. She must be successful and have passions and pursuits beyond the more obvious pleasures of the flesh. In her sexuality, she must be naturally submissive (if only to me). She must also be enthusiastic, talented, eager to please, and willing to learn and develop as we step forward.
I make it clear at the onset - I aspire to complete her. I am her Dominant, mentor, teacher and trainer, partner, friend, and companion. I challenge her, use her completely for my pleasure, and instruct her. But as I bring her forward - I give back. I want to be the single most amazing erotic and positive influence in her life. I strive to be her joy.
I have trained many girls over the years. Given this legacy, my current girl asked if I would grow bored and seek interactions with more experienced submissives. I smiled and related how the two of us had many “firsts” before us. She pressed again. I admonished her gently, and communicated my sentiments:
"You are my joy".
I elaborated, explaining how her instincts were natural and perfect. While many submissives become obsessed about what happens to them, she had immersed herself in pleasing me - and had already surpassed my expectations. This is what a Dominant ultimately hopes for in a girl - the primal desire to please and to be pleasing in the process. I call it a submissive’s hunger - the ways in which she yearns.
Her instincts manifested daily. She would attend to me in the shower, massage me if I was weary, and even care for my feet if they were sore. She would serve me beverages and snacks as I relaxed with a movie or a televised sporting event. She seemed natural in service to me.
In the sensual space, she was amazing. She became a student in the pathway to my pleasure. She listened intently as I related favorite spots and techniques. She followed directions and assimilated knowledge instantly - becoming the most sexually pleasing woman I have known.
But she did more. As she grew with me and learned of my unmet desires (my BDSM bucket list), she would ask for details during quiet times together. I could sense she was committing items to memory - and it would always make me smile.
This photo is a beautiful representation of what it is to be my joy. I had previously related a long-standing wish to take a girl on the floor before a roaring fire - in a ski chalet - on a winter vacation. I wanted the experience to be deeply decadent - full of animal hunger - and I wanted to sate myself with willing flesh before me.
Imagine my surprise when my girl invited me on a ski vacation - in a condo with a fireplace. Imagine further my surprise when I lit a fire, went to the bedroom to change - and returned to find her as you see here. She was in perfect service position (one of the first bits of protocol I had taught her) and she was absolutely stunning in the firelight.
I had my bag open in a flash, but for all my implements and all my technique, I could not tear myself away from the erotic beauty and allure before me. The implements lay in place - the rope untouched - as I took her hard - thrusting deeply until she had to brace herself with outstretched hands on the hearth before her. I fucked her with abandon, quickly surged - and roared out my climax, bucking arrhythmically, as she panted and moaned in her own pleasure - thrilled at being the source of my animal hunger.
This is the beauty of a D/s journey with a perfect submissive. This is what it means to be my joy.
How I love this dance - on the fringe of darkness.
© Fringe of Darkness 2014
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