Haiku

I love to write, whether it be recollections, creative, poetry or simply an expression of inner thoughts and feelings. 

But, when I write, the words tend to flow, I rarely have to sit and struggle for those words to come. Yes I occasionally have a "block" but that tends to be on writing as a whole rather than on a specific piece of writing.  Which is what I have at the moment due to life being so chaotically busy!

In recent weeks however, I have taken an interest in Haiku ~ more so Haiku in English as explained in wiki HERE (now I don't normally like wiki, but it explains it pretty well) but writing in such limited words, such defined patterns seems so limited to me, probably because I am so used to having the freedom to write, to express whatever I wanted, how I wanted and having the control to do so. (Yes even writing comes down to control lol)  So, having a limit placed upon myself by the confines Haiku, makes it a form of writing that isn't or doesn't come naturally to me. 

But even in such limited words, some examples of Haiku in English I have read say so much, they create an image, a picture, a vision, they bring feeling, emotion, thought.  They bring food for thought, creating a whole host of images that can lead to so much more, all from 17 syllables.

You would think it was easy right?

But, it is in fact quite hard to do when you first try to write, limiting to 17 syllables (in English Haiku that is, as traditional is very different), but trying to make the words, to give them a meaning and to give them feeling within those limited words isn't easy. 

It is a challenge . . .and I like a challenge *grins*

I am going to "dabble" in trying to write, to create in Haiku in English, something else to get the creative juices flowing and am going to include them here in my blog, a lot I am sure will be related to Ds, to FLRs, to the things that are close to my heart.

But lets get started . . .

Words to express so

much in so little

is not easy to achieve.

Looking into your eyes

takes me into the depths

of your soul and you.

My heart beats

in erratic rhythm and passion

 as it longs for you. 



Thirsty ?

 "are you thirsty?"

"yes"

"yes what?"

"yes Mistress I am thirsty"

His eyes filled with fear as I take him by the hand and lead him to the bathroom.  His eyes filled with confusion as he couldn't understand what was happening, or why I was taking him there.  I squeezed his hand as a sign of reassurance, but knowing that it wasn't going to reassure him at all.

"It's ok, I'm just getting you a drink"

"Thank you"

His voice struggling to be heard, his eyes looking down at his feet.  I let go of his hand, reaching towards him and removed the top he was wearing, his arms shifting by his sides, his fingers clasping tightly with uncertainty.

"Lie down on your back"

He hesitates, and I reach forward and push pressure on his shoulders, making him go down to his knees before he moves himself onto his arse, and lying down.  I stand over him, peering down at him and watch him for what for him, felt like the longest of times but was moments only.

He closes his eyes but I can still see his eyeballs moving quickly behind his eyelids. 

"Open your eyes"

I speak gently to him. I want to see the expression in his eyes, I need to be able to see the battles he is having within, the longing, the need, and the place that he goes to.  But I know he is unsure of what is to come, we haven't done this before. Or at least I haven't with him.

"It's ok baby"

I whisper to him.  And then tell him to open his mouth.

I am still standing over him, straddling him from a height. My stockinged legs placed either side of his head.  He doesn't know where to look, if he looks straight up he will see my naked cunt, and he is going through some sort of battle of wanting to look but being embarrassed to do so.  I smile at his shyness, I smile at the fact that he is doing this for me.  I smile that he looks so vulnerable led there beneath me.  I smile that although is head is telling him not to do it, that his heart, that his need to submit and please is giving him the strength to be there at that moment.

I lower myself down slightly.

"Open your mouth wide ~ you won't be thirsty for much longer"

The realisation of what is about to come his way hits home.  His face filling with a sense of panic.

"I'm not thirsty"

"oh come come now, you were a moment ago, so that hasn't changed has it?"

He nods.

"I think you're telling little fibs"

*laughs*

He shakes his head.

"just open your mouth"

The battle continues within his head, I can see this is pushing a limit for him, but a limit he wanted me to push.  I am not going to let the negative battle in his head win and try to reassure him.

"It's ok, it's going to be ok, now open your mouth for me, like a good boy"

He smiles at hearing those words, the affirmation of what he is.  And just as he does, I begin to relieve myself.  The warm liquid flowing into his mouth, splashing over his face, his eyes filling with his own tears.  His cock twitching from the humiliation of being made to drink this way, from me.

He begins to choke, not being able to handle the amount of liquid that is coming from me, I laugh at him gently. He is trying to swallow, trying to take as much into his mouth as he can, the rest falling over his face, wetting his hair and the mat that he is led on.

"There's a good boy" I whisper to him as I reach down to touch his head, touching his cheek, wiping up a splash from his face and giving him my finger to suck. 

He does so eagerly, tasting me. 

Wanting more he looks up at me, begging with his eyes

"please Miss, may I have more"


"Maybe JoJo. Maybe"

Give

I give…
Into the strong hand that guides
I give…
of barest flesh
I give…
all that I am, imperfections and flaws
and still you take…
You are still there in the night, hand held out to hold me.

I give all…
that I can, trusting that you will keep me safe.


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My response III ~ "devoted slave"

Dear devoted_slave

I always find it so impossible to believe how someone, in this case you, can declare their undying devotion as a slave to someone you have not even corresponded with previously, let alone know anything about! 

Does your devotion, your need to submit mean that you will do so to anyone, anywhere, regardless that you may have absolutely nothing in common with them? 

Does it (or you) have that little worth?

Does it really honestly show any devotion at all?

I think not.

Instead, it shouts of desperation and it screams of being nothing more than a spammy email, one without care or thought, that will have been sent to each and everyone who dare to declare themselves dominant whether they are seeking or not. 

While I may seek someone who would be devoted. I seek someone who takes the time to get to know me, but also to give time and thought, care and attention to who they are making contact with and to know that we are at least on the same page.

Not only are we not on the same page, but it seems with your declaration of your undying devotion to me, that you haven't even bothered to open the cover, let alone to start reading further!

Dear Readers "sex blog" or "sexy blogger"

I received a note from Callie to say that she had nominated my blog in the "nominations for the sexiest bloggers of 2011 as can be found on betweenmysheets HERE

I feel rather shocked but rather honoured, that someone has taken the time to nominate my blog, and although it hasn't been running for a full year as yet, it does say that nominations will be considered for those who have been going for less than that. 

Now, I blog for myself, it is my outlet and a place I can write freely about so many different things.

But my little home on the net also has some followers, and a lot of people read without following physically on the blog, and it always surprises me when I see the stats for the blog and the thousands of views that it has had even in the short space of time it has been going.  It seems that many aren't brave enough to comment, (come on people don't be shy!) and  although I always appreciate the comments that are left  ~ it gives me further food for thought as well as being appreciated.

So, thank you to Callie for your nomination, I feel really honoured and thank you for your own comments about my writing, about the content of my blog.  It is always so nice to receive feedback and to know that someone gets it, understands it but also relates is always pleasing to know. 

So, as a shameless plug LOL if anyone else enjoys what you read here, and want to take a couple of moments to pop along and nominate my own little home on the net, then please do :) it will be appreciated.

You can go and nominate via this link HERE

and thank you to anyone who does *smiles** 

the URL for this site is of course http://shewhomakestherules.blogspot.com/

Get over yourselves!

**WARNING:
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I have lost count of the amount of times I have seen the above "warning" on profiles on sites such as CM, FL and IC. 

And its like, WTF is that all about? FFS people, get over yourself.  

Most of the profiles may have a pic of a cock hidden behind a pair of panties, a profile so brief in description, that really, there's nothing that anyone would really want to use.  And if there is anything on the site which isn't to be used, that is down to the site, not the individual!  And yes, there are cases where people have taken other people's photos and tried to pass them off as them, and this really is crap, but what is it about this so called "warning"?

I mean one I read one profile today that states

I am 28 years old, white, blonde hair and blue eyes. I am drug and disease free. Do not drink or smoke.  I am bisexual and live in ****. I enjoy being dominated and degraded and will try most things subject to the usual limits.  I am looking to be a part time online slave and can prove I am real by showing you on cam.

That is it.

That is all the profile said, but with the above "warning" written on it. 

I mean, what the fuck is on that profile that would make anyone want to copy it? Use it? What is in or on that profile that would make any worthy contribution to any "project"? And then, on another point, how does someone showing themselves on cam prove they are real? It doesn't prove anything apart from them sitting there.  They could still be anyone . . .anything . . .It proves nothing. The warning does nothing. 

What an absolute load of bullshit!

Seriously. 

Most of these profiles, especially the ones who have used this "warning" say the same thing anyway . . .very little and very typically "do-me" comments, a whole list of their kinks and what they want a dominant to do to them.  And if we are lucky we are subjected to a picture of a plug up some goddamn hairy ass or a tiny cock behind a pair of panties which are obviously 3 sizes too small.  I mean, why would anyone want such pictures? Why would they draw anyone to them?

I mean seriously, use a little bit of imagination . . .a little bit of thought and originality. Seems like for most tho, it is simply too difficult.

Someone a couple of months ago, sent me a message, saying that they had liked my profile writings, so much that they had just copied it to their profile page saying this is what they wanted and did I mind and was it ok? 

Like hell it isn't ok and of course I mind!

What makes that ok?

Write your own goddamn profile and leave mine the heck alone, but more so, get over yourself if you think that you need to write a "warning" like that on your profile. 

I mean. Seriously. Get over yourself.

.

Your friend. My lover.

He was your friend. 

But he become my lover. 

You invited me over for dinner. 

A special evening you had prepared to help ease and remove the stresses of the week that I had had at work. 

I had been hesitant in making the trip.  The ninety minute journey was always hard work, especially on a friday evening. But I was free the next day and thought it was an ideal opportunity to have some time out. To relax and for us to spend some time together. That it would give us plenty of time to do all what I had planned and plenty of time for you to attend to the growing needs that my arousal from our time apart had created.  

It was a couple of weeks since I had seen you.  I was looking forward to it.  I had plans for you. Plans for us.  The beast had been kept within its cage and was prowling for release. The thoughts running through my mind had only served to increase my already aroused state.  Your own arousal had built each day that you continued to be denied and locked.  

I needed some time out, I needed to be treated, pampered, worshipped. And I knew that you were more than capable of doing all of these things. 

I could have had you fuck me the minute you opened the door and let me in. 

Instead we kissed, hard. A hunger and passion growing with every lingering second.  I wanted you there and then. And my hand made its way down your body, down to your hardening cock straining in the device which it had been in for the time we had been apart. The constraints it placed upon you causing you to gasp and moan, causing me to smile and laugh at your discomfort, at your pain.

And then he caught my eye.

Sat over on the sofa, he had been watching the growing passion between us.  I stopped and smiled at him.  I was annoyed that the plans I had for the evening ahead had to be put on hold but didn't show it to him. 

You said he was your friend. 

I whispered into your ear annoyed at this outside intrusion, "He will be my lover".

You stopped, looked at me. Eyes crestfallen.

You knew I wasn't joking.

You had decided to introduce us at dinner that night.  He and I never made it to dessert. As you cleared the table after dinner, the look in your eye as you glanced over to me said it all. 

Arousal. Jealousy.

Longing. Frustration. 

I told you to close the door as you went into the kitchen.  I knew you would be straining to hear any and every noise that you may hear and that not being able to would tease, torment and torture you. Now you would suffer for making plans without checking first.

He and I had moved into the lounge.

Sitting comfortably on the sofa we chatted freely and openly, and every so often I could hear you moving around in the kitchen, hoping for any sign, any signal of what was happening behind the closed door.  I knew that you were frustrated, annoyed, and desperately wanting to know what was happening.

He was different to you in so many ways.

But there was something that attracted me to him almost immediately.  I remember noticing the slight flecks of grey appearing in his hair, brought to my attention the moment he pushed his hand nervously through it.

I could tell he was a little unsure of what was happening, knowing that something was going to, but not having any idea what would.

I shifted myself on the sofa, bringing one of my stockinged legs up so I could turn and face him. His eye was drawn to the laced top which he could see through the split which ran up my thigh in the long ankle length skirt.  His hand was resting uneasily on his leg and reaching over to it, I stroked my nails teasingly along the length of his fingers, placing my own around his fingers, I moved his hand from his own leg over onto the top of my stockings as I told him to touch me.

He looked up at me. Up at the kitchen door. Confusion clear to see on his face. 

"It's ok" I said to him.

"He already knows"

He was shaking slightly. From nerves? No, not really. More so from anticipation, from arousal, from being unsure of what I was saying to him was right. He looked at me in somewhat disbelief as his fingers traced the lace around the top of my stocking, my legs moving apart as his hand moved more forcefully between my thighs, soon discovering that I wasn't wearing any underwear. His fingers soon found their way between my legs, my own body betraying the deep arousal that I felt at his hand, at what we were doing with you only a short distance away.

The groan that escaped from my mouth caught both him and me by surprise.

He stopped.

I looked at him, demanding him to carry on. 

He teased me with his fingers, plunging them deep inside, fucking me with his hand until I came on his fingers hard, my juices running over his fingers and as I removed his hand I forced his fingers into his mouth, he licked his own fingers clean before I kissed him hard. Tasting myself upon his lips. 

His cock was hard. 

His eyes slightly glazed, his breathing deep, yet shallow. A hunger growing, a passion building.  We kissed fervently, passionately, hungrily, hands roaming everywhere, clothes being removed with haste, abandoned as they were thrown without care.  Moans and groans clearly audible mixed with heavy breathing and passionate gasps.

The kitchen door opened, you had come to serve dessert, except, I was already having it.

I was having him.

Passion

The moment ignites the passion and fervour, as my mouth meets yours. Nails dragging down over your skin, a trail of welts raised and red are left behind.

Mouths brought together hungrily as a tongue flicks over your lips, forcing its way between them.  It fucks your mouth and the kiss devours you, consumes you, and moans of unsated arousal and pleasure escape from deep within. 

A body grinds down upon you, forcing itself against the hardness of your cock. The wetness seeping against your skin, the heat of the cunt burning against the dampness.  You know what is to come.

The mouth moves down over your body, a trailing tongue tracing the red welts adorning your skin, a light trail of saliva, causing goosebumps as the coolness meet the heat of your naked skin. 

You are marked in more ways than one. Lost to the feelings of the moment, the desire, the hunger, the passion.

My Response II ~ Just one big cock!

Dear send_lots_of_cock_pics

Would you walk up to someone you hadn't met before and show them your cock?

I am sure (or at least I would hope) that your answer to that question would be a resounding NO!

So, with that in mind, why do you think it should be any different, that your first contact to me, should involve sending lots of pictures of your cock! 

Is it supposed to interest me? please me? impress me?

It does absolutely none of those things.

Did I ask for them? Do I want to see them? Am I interested in them?

No, no AND no!

I have absolutely no interest in your cock or what you want ME to do to it.  I have absolutely no wish to know what anyone else has done to it.  And neither do I have any desire to do anything to it, or to you for that matter.  And if I did, it would be my choice what it was, not because you had told me that was what I was going to do.

It doesn't work that way. 

You, or your cock, are of no interest to me whatsoever.

I like smart men.

Smart men who are fully able to read a profile, to read what I have taken the time to write, who are able to take the time to introduce themselves and make polite, respectful contact.  You haven't been smart enough to do any of that, instead, you thought you would message me your cock thinking that it would be of such interest.

It isn't.

It couldn't have been further from being smart if you'd tried.

In fact, it isn't so much about your cock, but more so of how you have behaved like one!