Wishful thinking

“Hey, Alpha,” said Fred. “How long do you think
you can keep up this D/s lifestyle?”
From now until then, the day that I die,
then in the hereafter, I say with a smile.

“I hear you squawk that mighty big talk,
but do you honestly think it’s for real?
Your sub has a say in how long you play,
and she may not feel like sealing your deal.”

The deal was set soon after we met
with the foundation of unconditional love.
We’ll have our play time, which may some day decline,
but the mindset and D/s dynamic still rises above.

A cornerstone of love, with honesty, respect, and trust;
plus, we’re mighty compatible, with communication the key.
So, the D/s lifestyle we’ve chosen will never be frozen,
we’ll keep it warm and active for all eternity.

It’s not about the sex, it’s about who we are,
even more to the point, it’s who we wish to be.
We feel it, we live it, we take it, we give it;
and if it brings happiness here, why not eternally?


All a Dom needs

See your sub kneel and reverently look at you

Smell the sweat of her inflamed body in service to you

Taste the elixir of arousal between her legs

Hear the whimpers, moans, and screams of satisfaction

and feel your bodies quiver together in the throes of orgasmic release.


On a good day—it’s all you’ll need.
On a bad day—it’s all you’ll need.

A poser’s wet dream

Clear a path you do-gooder Doms
vacate your ‘ho’ and climb a tree
cuz’ I’m gonna pack your slut
and widen her with my girth
I’m a silver-backed he-gorilla
on a jungle wide jamboree
and I’ve come to D/s-ville to celebrate my birth

I was spawned by the Head-Master
a true natural disaster from over yonder
in the Valley of BDSM
where no self-respecting Dom could ever dwell
Where every sub is as gentle as a twister
and ownership includes their sister
and an obligation to daily grind and blister
their twats hotter than hell

I was suckled by a flea-bitten badger
and weaned on tick and chigger gin
Sidewinders were my playmates as a young buck
and everyday I had to train
to become a chip off the ‘old block’
My tongue and gums were numb from so much cunnilingus
and I’d wear out a house of hussies
filling their pussies to the brim
just to warm-up my cock

I’m a one-of-a-kind Dom like no other
I’ll fuck your sisters, aunts, and mother
I’ll even make your straight-laced brother queer
But only if they beg all night
all whimpers, whines, and moans
and finally bribe me with a keg of beer

So, line-up gents, handover your subs
I’ll school you all in how to dominate
But don’t wait up, cuz’ I’m feeling frisky
and I’ve switched to whiskey
and I plan on filling each hole twice—
maybe thrice
Now give me some breathing room
don’t cramp my style
and I’ll send what’s left of your subs
back to you if you’re patient—
cuz’ it’ll take awhile

Yep! He was getting horny
His member grew an inch
Unfortunately, he only began with two
And now comes the thorny part
when it did quiver and flinch
He tried to pinch off the tip
while the whole shaft hid in his palm
But before he got his grip
there was a tiny pop and fizzle—
and over his hand it lightly did drizzle

No thunder-clap or roaring wind
just a spit before the calm
Another day was dawning
His right hand his only friend
The only sub in sight
a half-eaten sandwich
“Another masturbation morning,” he said
“What a bitch!”
though he hasn’t even mastered that

Good morning, little Peter Poser
a sad sack and loser
you’ll never have a sexy sub that creams and screams
Though, even you have a place to enter
Not as a Dom, as a john
and you won’t own, you’ll rent her
And, of course, you have each night
when you rest your weary head
when you lay upon your bed
and soak your hand
playing a Dom in your dreams

D/s Dom on campus meets wannabes with no class

After a Power Point presentation
at my alma mater, OSU
A young man named Tim
with a shit-eating grin,
said, “How can I do what you do?”

There always seems to be at least one
after I’ve given a talk on D/s
that think two hours of wisdom
can be condensed into a sentence
of ten words or less

Did he want to be a mature Dom
desiring to treat his sub right?
Hell no! “Don’t waste my time,” he said
“Where do I find the subs
that I can own and fuck all night?”

Sometimes I simply shrug it off
a silent scoff at misguided youth
Other times things just stink too bad
I began to think he was the missing link
His words and actions the proof

Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse
another fellow came up to say,
“Can Doms really have a stable of slaves
all at his beck and call? –
Come on, man—point the way!”

Needless to say, my frustration grew
They heard my lecture but missed the point
Self-centered play date posers
and dungeon dom wannabe losers
always get my nose out of joint

So, I casually looked them in the eyes,
both number one and number two fool
Neither of you are ready for a slave…
You won’t protect your sub, it’s just sex you crave
After all, how would you like to be a slave to someone like you?

Proving their immaturity, they huffed and puffed and gave me the look
and had the audacity to call me a “kinky freak”
I smiled and said, “The exit’s that way…
Go find a nursery where you can play
You’ll never be Doms in demand with characters so weak.”

Obviously, they both wanted to punch me…
but for once they showed a bit of sense
You see, those who can’t are aware of those who can,
wannabes and posers imitate the can-do man…
but quickly back-off when their arrogance runs into real confidence

All subs deserve a Dom that earns respect and trust
It’s a necessity, not a suggestion…it’s an actual factual must
Take your time when you select…
Be forthright and direct…
Don’t get stuck with a dom that’s derelict

Rhyme and Reason

This blog is just one of numerous ways I express myself
But me, myself, and I are so much more
The same is true of kat…
what’s been said, or written, or read
It’s just a small part of what we think,
what we feel,
what we explore, cherish, adore…
perhaps even an occasional thing we deplore
Whatever is going on in our hearts or heads;
at least with the primary topics
we’ve chosen to touch upon in this blog…
or additional tidbits from time-to-time,
which doesn’t sound like much of a crime to me

Unfortunately, we too have experienced
what some of you have experienced
when utter fools vomit their comments
derived from brain farts and shriveled hearts
But in a society, that trades J.C. for PC
and tradition for perdition
and sedition—with no better solution,
along with the socio-political point-the-finger
but pass-the-buck never touch the truth omission,
what else could we expect?
When over half the population
cannot intelligently explain why they believe
what they claim to believe
because they’ve acquired their beliefs through sound bytes
instead of reason, research, and experience…
it continually grows an environment
that breeds the technologically plugged-in
but socially disconnected miscreants
that wander the web
and spew chunks of negative chatter
verbal blood splatter
because they know no better way—
like the Mad Hatter

As I always say,
“intelligence without common sense is nonsense”

For those of you that have experienced it
like us, do not fear nor fret
their infantile path to future regret
Forever lost on their self-defeating quest
to Warhol’s fifteen minutes of fame
They, like jesters, verbally masturbate
into the lives of strangers
for 15-nano-seconds of infamy

When such fools comment on our blog
kat and I press delete with a smile
and repeat delete if they return after awhile
They do not merit more,
but they do merit less,
for they, like all with entitlement attitudes,
forever take, but produce nothing of value in return
So, we simply spurn their attempts to ignite
a flame of discontent,
which is merely a mask of weak minds
and insecurity,
and the lackadaisical way
of elevating themselves in their own eyes…
by denigrating others,
because they lack the intelligence, character, or talent
to elevate themselves any other way

Kat and I enjoy blogging,
along with the rest of our interests and activities
And the pranks and depravities
of puny-minded pud-nockers
and virtual world stockers
need to stay in their place of disgrace…
cuz’ they’ll never be given space in ours.
After all, delete is so easy to repeat

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PS: Now that I’ve had my say on the mean-spirited trolling internet assholes of humanity—
I hope and wish the rest of you good people have a nice day.