tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81671934219862704722024-03-19T06:54:57.026+00:00She Makes The RulesReflections and writings of a Dominant woman, on control and on power exchange, on the depths of D/s and the dynamics of Female Led Relationships, on ownership and possession, on pain and on love, on chastity and denial, on feelings and on thoughts, on life and loss, fantasies and desires, wants and wishes, longings and needs. On sadistic feelings and on seductive visions. On life.top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.comBlogger371125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-12732539855023299222024-03-18T12:47:00.007+00:002024-03-18T12:48:42.618+00:00An unexpected surprise As I savoured the taste of my extra hot latte before getting stuck into the work on the table in front of me, my glance was drawn to someone walking past the table.Without needing to look up past waist height, I recognised the walk anywhere. I’d seen those legs walk towards me and away from me often enough. I’d studied them closely, intimately so many times before. Yes they were often top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-61670782489014254742024-03-17T18:02:00.004+00:002024-03-17T18:13:04.576+00:00From the lead lined boxI’ve had reasons to talk about you recently. Sharing the memories and experiences of the FLR that we lived for all those years. I know my words do not really do it justice. I know they do not bring you, I, or ‘we’ to life. And that’s because I don’t want to bring those moments of you and I back to life. They are a part of life.But a past life. The life that was you and I. I know top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-73964489691084557272021-08-15T14:43:00.003+01:002021-08-15T14:44:52.456+01:00Words for the boys, I've loved. Loved enough to hurt.Words for the boys, I've loved. Loved enough to hurt.1. I've never forgotten all of the firsts that you and I shared. The moments, the times, the depravity, the sensuality. I'll never forget that you handed me your heart. as I shared mine. I'll never forget the look in your eyes as we twisted your heart to make it hurt, the pain, the release, the love. I'll never forget how together for so many top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-21954660677383153762021-04-06T05:06:00.002+01:002021-04-06T05:06:33.493+01:00I wrote this once... "Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, It might have been."John Greenleaf Whittier.I think and reflect. Of what might have been.Of what could have been. But of what will never be. And I guess, those thoughts are ones of melancholic sadness. It is always hard to think of the loss of the potential. Especially when we know exactly what that potential top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-15529593493197301982021-02-26T15:15:00.000+00:002021-02-26T15:15:22.925+00:00Time will tellThere's a song, that for some reason I have heard lots recently. It reminds me of you. It plays over in my mind, or should I say, that one particular verse plays over in my mind, just as the visions and thoughts about you do too.Thoughts of you creep into my thoughts, often at the most inopportune moments. At times that my focus should really be elsewhere.But then, those top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-3022623989485190122021-02-26T14:51:00.004+00:002021-02-26T14:56:11.461+00:00I spoke of you yesterday....I spoke of you yesterday.For the first time in so many years. The sense of loss of the friendship we once had came over me in waves as I later recalled and reflected just how life changed from that day I had to had to leave and walk away. That day I had to let go <here>I can still recall that final touch, the way your skin felt under my fingers as I touched your cheek.I can still top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-85780777128707141902021-02-22T08:32:00.004+00:002021-02-22T08:32:39.130+00:00LuredHe feasts himself upon her skin, mouth moving over the soft curves of her body. His hands enjoy the feel of silk as he digs his fingers into her flesh. Mouth devouring as he sinks his teeth into her. Loving the way her hips thrust upwards into his mouth. The taste of her skin fills his mouth, harsher his fingers pulled at her skin. As he worked his mouth over the curve of top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-20857879012282776232021-02-02T20:17:00.001+00:002021-02-02T20:17:37.895+00:00He knows There are times she takes him apart, not with violence but with a look, she stares through his skin, through his bones and sees everything he may seek to deny or hide. When he is defeated, she will be there to pick up the pieces, the beast that moments before tore at his skin, gently caresses and holds. She holds his heart and life in her hands, she sees him as him. All of him.She sees top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-733992680475987962019-06-07T11:31:00.000+01:002019-06-07T11:32:42.341+01:00Stepping out
So dinner was lovely.
An unassuming evening, no expectations (therefore no disappointments), a chance to relax over some great food, a chance to chat freely and openly.
There is something about being able to be open about who you are, the needs that you have, the lifestyle that you follow, without judgement, without fearing that someone may not understand, with someone who actually top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-62168365720648247192017-05-13T17:06:00.000+01:002017-05-13T17:06:06.603+01:00Life...
The daily grind of life so often gets in the way of things we'd like to be doing, want to be doing, would love to be doing. This is certainly the case for me right now where the fact I'm working on 3 very big projects one after the other has meant I've got little time to write, to relax or even to breathe!
The working days are long, hitting 18-20 hours every day for the past few weeks top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-40049841152751256882017-04-20T02:30:00.000+01:002017-04-20T02:30:18.964+01:00There you'll be . . .
8 years ago.
8 years ago today, she took her last breath.
8 years ago, my Mum, my best friend lost her battle.
We were there by her side, our hearts shattering into a million tiny pieces, so many unfinished conversations, the regrets of words that were never shared.
And yet, in some small way, I shall be thankful that we were given the chance to say goodbye, we were given the chance top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-44136204382125946722017-04-19T02:30:00.000+01:002017-04-19T02:30:24.541+01:00Tumblr
I've been absent from tumblr for a long while, however I recently returned to it, to my own little corner of the tumblr world.
There are so many pictures that just create such beautiful visions, beautiful images, ones which beyond the typical porn and stereotypical Femdom images can really show such beauty in submission and in pain.
But for me, the beauty right now is in the words, there aretop_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-34001405906257345862017-04-18T11:00:00.000+01:002017-04-18T23:04:51.480+01:00"...ing".....
Seed planting
Thoughts developing
Nerves building
Excitement mounting
Butterflies growing
Time passing
Eyes meeting
Knees quivering
Hands shaking
Face smiling
Cheeks blushing
Eyes lowering
Skin touching
Pores perspiring
Mouth sighing
Lips touching
Tongues meeting
Hands roving
Hearts thumping
Body longing
Hands groping
Fingers rubbing
Mouths groaning
Trousers top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-42034831540680281932017-04-18T02:00:00.000+01:002017-04-18T02:00:00.565+01:00Time will tell
Words that touch the heartthe mindcreating visions offuture times.And while neithercan be totallysure there
may indeed be a whole lot more!And time will tell, and timewill showthe reality of how these things may go. An existence beyondboth screen and wirewhich will feed the heatand hearts’ desire.
And soon, dear boy,a moment will be
I’m sure.
To discover whether there’s awhole top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-44944627120982072092017-04-17T13:30:00.000+01:002017-04-17T13:30:00.168+01:00A gift of words
"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and its thought has found its words" Robert Frost.
I love words!
Reading them, writing them, hearing them, sharing them. There is a beauty in how they can create such wonderful images, that they can create a vision that brings those words to life.
I love them to flood the senses, touch the heart and trickle to the soul
I'mtop_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-44337063948719473672017-04-17T02:30:00.000+01:002017-04-17T09:59:21.265+01:00Dedicate
"I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me" Charlotte Green.
Wise words Charlotte, very wise words indeed.
I've written posts. I've written words. Yes, I've written poems too of things from the distant past, of things more recent. At the time top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-33177638781551267922017-04-16T16:49:00.000+01:002017-04-16T16:49:51.885+01:00Let's
Let's get lost
in passionate kisses
and forget the
world amongst
lips and bodies.
Let's get lost
in burning lust
with bites and marks
strokes and smacks
caresses and slaps.
Let's get lost
in passionate desire
and drown out
the world
in fervour and fire
with paddle
and flogger
with clamps
and tawse,
with passion
and pain
let me be the cause
of marks upon
top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-44361459251693810202017-04-13T13:15:00.000+01:002017-04-13T21:15:19.717+01:00Words
Discharge your words
before my eyes.
Slowly trickle them
toward my ears,
let them
gently flow
into my heart.
Flood my soul
with your words
of truth. Fuelling
fires in depths,
taking away
my breath.
Empty out the
ocean of thoughts
that fills your mind,
your heart, your soul,
with things
not yet spoken.
Release the
top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-430511923274099292017-04-12T10:27:00.000+01:002017-04-12T10:27:34.067+01:00Purge yourself
"Sometimes you've got to let everything go - purge yourself. If you are unhappy with anything . . .whatever is bringing you down, get rid of it. Because you'll find that when you're free your true creativity, your true self comes out."
Tina Turner
There are things, which are at times, easier said than done, and purging is one of those things.
We may see something isn't top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-73785963602478454552017-04-11T13:41:00.002+01:002017-04-11T13:41:44.263+01:00Come, kiss me awake
Come,
kiss me awake,
my love.
As my lips touch yours
as dawn breaks.
Come,
kiss me awake,
my heart.
Feel the rhythm
as it beats fiercely
for you.
I breathe you in,
gently,
and filled with
your scent,
my body aches in
anticipation of lips
pressed against
my own.
Come, kiss me,
until we are
breathless, left
gasping for air.
Come, now
kiss me
top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-24009590869330146492017-04-08T16:00:00.000+01:002017-04-08T16:00:11.734+01:00Wasting words
Sometimes I think we waste our words.
And sometimes I think we waste our moments and sometimes we don't take the time, the chance or the opportunity to say the things that are in our hearts when we have the chance.
I took some opportunities in the past few days to try to not waste moments or opportunities.
After lots of deliberation, after lots of "should I?" or top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-26303777202626236502017-04-08T08:10:00.000+01:002017-04-08T08:10:03.374+01:00Destiny.We heard the news yesterday, that the coroner has released the body following the death of my friend. A moment of sadness, but also a moment which means that family and friends can now make plans to say a final farewell. A farewell to someone who was special to a lot of people.
They were a friend, who had touched life in many different ways.
Every person you encounter in your top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-71714015932357963202017-04-08T03:30:00.000+01:002017-04-08T03:30:01.579+01:00Empty Dreams
Elusive sleep.
The night so cold
And all is empty.
The touch I need
yet I cannot have.
The night is dark.
The need is harsh.
I feel a longing
for heat,
for you
and you are far
a ghost it seems.
And the night
is filled with
only
empty dreams.
top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-18607335478865622352017-04-07T18:44:00.000+01:002017-04-07T18:44:46.691+01:00I . . .you . . .
In dreams you
come to me,
and through my wishes
I could only
see the things
that you
would show
I could only know
the things that you
would tell
In those dreams and
in moments shared
my hands have
touched you
my eyes have
watched you
my lips have
kissed you
my mouth has
tasted you
I have known the
way you feel,
the way you move,
the way you sleep,
I have top_kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124449985677933966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167193421986270472.post-22413060691240352332017-04-05T20:00:00.000+01:002017-04-05T20:00:20.073+01:00Images & Visions
My eyes paint images
I've not yet seen
of you.
My mind creates visions
I've not yet witnessed
of you wanting,
needing
bared and exposed.
And I think of all
the ways that I
want you and
with each new thought
the desire builds,
the wanting grows,
the longing aches.
Let us paint the images,
create the visions.
Let us share the desire
and wanting
and need.
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