My Alpha

December 31st is a special day. To most, it’s New Year’s Eve, but to me, it’s more than that…much more: it’s Alpha’s and my anniversary—of the day we met.

On the last day of the year, Alpha and I crossed paths for the first time. It was a chance meeting, no introduction by friends was made, just two people swimming along in the vast ocean of humanity bumping into each by chance.

Or was it just chance?

Alpha is a man of faith; He believes God brought us together. I don’t know what I believe other than I feel it is nothing short of a miracle that two people who lived thousands of miles apart somehow found their way to each other.

The road that brought us together was long and rough and potholed with heartbreak—for both of us. The wreckage of two failed marriages littered the highway in my wake; one failed marriage and one that had ended when cancer came calling, was strewn behind Alpha. Both of us thought we would never find love again. I didn’t even want to try; I was too damaged.

And then from out of the blue, bump, there was Alpha. We talked a little, and I remember thinking He seemed like a nice man, so friendly and open. So instead of walking away, I hesitated, and we talked a little more.

Over the course of a few weeks, we became friends. And I found myself liking this sweet, funny man I had stumbled across…then more than liking. We were so compatible it was uncanny

I was the one who made the first sexual innuendo. The rest is history.

We fell in love before D/s was ever mentioned, before Alpha told me He wanted that kind of relationship with me. I loved Him, so I listened and learned. And in doing so, found that what He offered, I had been unconsciously searching for all my life.

Alpha is my soulmate. I could no more stop loving Him than I could stop breathing. I told Him not too long ago that He is all that is right and good in my life, and it is true.

Happy December 31st, my Alpha. I loved You yesterday, I love You today, and I’ll love You tomorrow. And if the fates that be and God wills, I’ll love You for all of eternity.

Alpha…

I wasn’t wanting
Wasn’t looking
Wasn’t even hoping…

For love

But I found it

With You

And You gave more…

A shoulder for me to lean on
Strong arms to hold me close
Strength of will to temper my spirit
Knowledge to unlock the fire inside me

A love without conditions

I kneel to You and only You

You are my best friend
My confidant
My soulmate
My lover
My man
My Daddy

You are everything to me

I love You
It’s that simple, and that complicated
Since the day…
You merely traded Your heart for mine

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Yes Boss

 

It’s not often one comes across a song that expresses D/s sentiments. We wished to share one we discovered on YouTube, “Yes Boss,” one that does so in an understated but erotic manner.

We hope you enjoy. — Alpha & kat

 

 

 

Twas the night

[A humorous gift for kat.]

 

Twas the night of her ravishing,

throughout the whole house,

two creatures playfully stirring

with kinky games, like cat and mouse.

Her stockings were flung

by the chimney without care,

with hope at some point

they’ll bind her when bare.

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The children are gone,

sleeping in Grandma’s spare beds,

while we bring to life visions

that have often danced in our heads.

Kat’s eyes covered with her ‘kerchief,

as I give her butt a slap,

so aroused by the pleasure,

she eagerly awaits the strap.

 

When out on the roof

there arose such a clatter,

so I sprang from our bed

to see what was the matter.

Away to the window

still naked I dashed,

tore open the shutter

and threw up the sash.

 

Moonlight settling upon Kat’s flesh,

enhancing the hue of her first after-glow,

and gave the luster of midday

to erogenous zones, above and below.

When what to my wandering

eyes should appear,

but a miniature sleigh

and eight tiny reindeer.

 

With a little old driver

so lively and quick,

I knew it was Bad Santa

hoping to dip his wick.

More rapid than eagles,

his coursers they came,

as he drunkenly shouted

and slurred each ones name:

 

“Now, Flasher! Now, Biter!

Now, Fighter and Vixen!

On, Cunt-rag! On, Cute-pud!

On, Dung-hill and Sextin’!

To the top of the porch!

Don’t miss it and fall!

We’ll dash away! Dash away!

After my booty call!”

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As dry leaves that before

the wild hurricane fly,

when they meet with an obstacle

mount to the sky,

so up to the house-top

the coursers they flew,

with the sleigh full of sex toys

and Bad Santa too.

 

And then in a twinkling

I heard on the roof

the prancing and pawing

of each clumsy hoof.

As I drew in my head,

and was turning around,

down the chimney Bad Santa

crashed to the ground.

 

He was dressed all in leather,

from his head to his foot,

and his clothes were tarnished

with dried cum, ashes, and soot.

Adult toys were bundled

and flung on his back,

he looked like a pimp peddling

something for each orifice and crack.

 

His eyes were all glassy

like all drunks when sloshed.

His bare ass cheeks in chaps were rosy,

but his nose was brown, by gosh!

His droll little mouth was puckered,

as if ready to blow;

and the beard on his chin was white,

but spotted like Frank Zappa’s yellow snow.

 

The stump of a pipe

he held tight in his teeth,

and the pot smoke encircled

his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face

and a keg-sized beer belly,

that shook when he laughed

like a slapped ass fucked with K-Y jelly.

 

He was chubby and plump,

a mean grouchy old elf,

and I snickered when I saw him,

in spite of myself.

He tried to wink his lazy eye,

greasy hair matted on his head,

and it was obvious to me,

I had nothing to dread.

 

 

He spoke not a word,

seeing I was twice his size,

for allowing him to leave unharmed

he would give me the grand prize.

He dropped the bag of sex toys,

and casually picked his nose,

then flipped me the bird

while up the chimney he rose.

 

He sprang to his sleigh

and yelled a stern warning,

“The first one of you that snickers

will be venison sausage by morning.”

And I heard him exclaim

‘ere he drove out of sight,

“You damn lucky bastard,

you get to fuck her all night!”

Sessions

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He toys with her like a cat and mouse

But with a far more pleasurable end

Delaying tactics for arousal

For anticipation

But so much more

To give her time to think

Using time like a tool

Tick-tock…tick-tock

Second-by-second

Sense-by-sense

Thought by agonizing thought

Stripping away fortified layers

Baring more than she’s ever bared

Exposing herself more internally

Than her naked flesh could ever allow

Because it is His will…she obeys

She’s made a commitment

A relationship contract

He’s been true to His word

She will be true to hers

He always has her best interest at heart

In mind…in soul…in body

So she submits…accepts…obeys

And always will

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She is His to do with as He chooses

His commands…her obedience

His voice…her response

He’s loving, but firm

Controlling, but kind

She gives up responsibility

Has her wants and needs met

Is protected and safe

She had often thought

The lustful look in His eyes

Would embarrass her

When every inch of her

Is on display

For His inspection

But she quickly discovered

She craves His gaze

As if touched by it

His intense focus ignites her lust

Causes her to burn with passion

To smolder with wanton desire

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It is His words

Delivered in a baritone

That has always caught her by surprise

When used in conjunction with time

Tools He wields with mastery

She is laid bare to the marrow

To the depths of her emotions

To the very center of her soul

Improper coping mechanisms

Learned as a child

Give way to the positive reinforcement

Of His commanding presence

As He guides her

Leads her

Sometimes pushes…pulls…

And even carries her

Along the healing path

So she willingly endures

Second-after-second of sensory overload

Minute-after-minute of mental introspection

Hour-after-hour of pain and pleasure-filled passions

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And positive reinforcement

In session-after-session of self-satisfying

Enlightening…soul-searching

Because she’s never felt so alive

So free

In touch with her true self

Free just to be

No masks

No walls

No excuses

Sassy Lass

[Mature content warning!]

 

Most of the time kat’s a loveable lassie

But now and then she gets a little sassy

Her disobedient disrespect

Causes demerits to collect

And a need to plug holes in her sexy chassis

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She must kneel before me with proper intent

Willing to be punished…willing to repent

Water-based lube and a butt plug

Loving arousal her sole drug

Showing her commitment to be obedient

 

Her sassy mouth is plugged by my throbbing cock

Lickin’ and suckin’ while the hands go tick-tock

Take her time and do it right

Even if it takes all night

No time limit for pleasure, so throw out the clock

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There’s whippin’ and spankin’ the cheeks of her ass

But she knows that this pain will easily pass

Passing from pain to pleasure

Time with Daddy to treasure

When both emotions and arousal amass

 

When out comes the plug she is fucked in the rear

Not gentle, not loving, but fucked with no fear

Her screams are for more

Multiple-orgasms galore

Then back to a “good girl” cuddling Daddy so near

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