A Poem written by submissive J

A vision of strength, yet warmth
I weakened at the knees and felt my heart race
Her radiant smile, Her beautiful raven hair

A deep respect building from within
A need to serve Her
I am a man of strength, conviction and intellect
But I give my being willingly to You, Ms Neta

Your beauty, Your strength, Your passion
My heart and body is Yours
I am submissive by choice
And not by will
Through You I learn strength through serving

So take my hand my Ms Neta and lead me
Wherever you want to take me
For I am Yours
In You I trust

Initiative...finally!

Hello Ms N, hope your day is going well. I'm on a break and have been thinking over some of the things I read in your blog, and whilst you haven't set the task per se, I have taken it upon myself to write you a poem to show my devotion and eagerness to please you. I hope it is worthy. 

To serve, to please, to satisfy your desires,
That is my purpose.

To worship, to glorify, to hold you above all others,
That is my true desire.

To submit, completely, to be under your power, to be treated as you wish,
That is what I offer you.

Take me, teach me, punish me, make me cry and shake.
make me honour you and your dominance.

I give myself to you.

Completely.

I am yours, if you will have me. 

A poem

What a pleasure it is to converse with Mz Neta
who has given me the opportunity to meet Her,
my life couldn’t get any better.

With a quality of a Goddess She displays such Dominance and awe
upon meeting in Her in presence i will probably
just drop and kneel before Her on the floor.

Being Mz Neta's slave my body belongs to her
To do with what She pleases
this is something I would really prefer.

Oh what a joy it would be indeed
If Mz Neta chooses to keep me
and never let me be freed!

i wish Goddess Neta all the Love and best wishes
and with me as a domestic
She will never have to care about the dishes.

slave's Poem

She brings lightness to where there was darkness.
She brings laughter to where there was sadness.
Without Her, there would be no reason,
No purpose,
Just solitude.

(19/8/14)

A poem by my Kinky Ass-istant - Sept 2012

Your dark, lustrous locks of black hair set the stage

For that inimitable smile that lights up all rooms

It even eclipses that partially exposed cleavage

Making my pulse race, despite the crop that looms    

Before my eyes, which are drawn to the exposed black lace       

Straining to keep your magnificence covered, and I cower      

But only briefly, before returning to your beautiful face

Those eyes so bright and strong with your inner power

That belies your well thought out intended sadistic acts

We have discussed what you would enjoy enacting

I have no fear of harm, I know you care, I need no pacts

Though I know it will hurt enough to leave me crying

My only wish and desire is to continue to be allowed

To serve you Ms Neta, in all and any ways I am able

My devotion, worship, and admiration remain avowed

And allow me to keep my mundane life happy and stable

Poem: 18/1/2010

True Goddess

 

The beauty the power the smell the deep brown eyes that look straight through you and take your heart at first glance and keep you in a constant trance .

 

The perfect body the one that naturally demands worship love and respect, the body you kneel and beg to constantly belong too, the body that has the shape of a REAL WOMAN.

 

The soft caring voice yet also the voice of true power and beauty, the voice that sends a shiver down your spine with every order ,the voice you long to hear time and again.

 

The natural elegance that just flows with every step you take an elegance that turns heads no matter where you are the elegance that constantly makes you have a certain aura with every move you make the elegance that with one slight touch can make a man shake .

 

 

~written for me by paul~

Please Hear What I'm Not Saying

Please Hear What I'm Not Saying
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
but don't be fooled,
for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well
as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command
and that I need no one,
but don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.

I don't like hiding.
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings--
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me
the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.

Charles C. Finn
September 1966

Poetic Thoughts

I am happy

I am content

I am fulfilled

I am whole

My life is full of happiness

My family brings contentment to this life

My Jack and bill bring fulfilment in areas of my life where it is needed and wanted.

My dogs and guinea pigs bring me calmness most times

My life is truly Amazing.

Yes, I will grumble at times

Yes, I will complain at times

Yes, I will feel depressed occasionally

No, I am not discontent in this life

No, I do not want for anything because of these people and pets in my life

I love these wonderful beings in my life and I could not live without them… ever.

Poetry - 2010

Written for me by my ex-slave in early 2010.  Such a lovely little poem he created for me.

You take me away with all Your grace,

I already know You can put me in my place.

Your wicked beautiful smile, i know you have something in your mind,

To have me all tied up for You, to be blind.

There You check me out and send a test,

To worship my Mistress to an art, i will do my best.

You have everything over me, my soul, my trust, my devotion, my heart,

I know you will take care of it and You will not part.

For You have something that keeps bringing me back to You, it is Your smile,

I know You are worth every while.

When I lay down at the end of the day for some rest,

I know that you have already given me a worship quest.

To let You know that You are the most stunning beautiful erotic Mistress,

This is something I love to stress.

Your brown black long luscious hair,

I love to look at it, it has such flair.

Your soft sensual skin,

I know You wouldn’t need to put any moisturiser in.

At the end of the day I love being Your slave.

I try to make every moment count and there’s no moment I wouldn’t save.

gotenks

Strength from the Path

I have tremendous admiration

For the women of the past

The restrictions they faced

Head down feeling shame and sometimes disgrace

To fight the pressure their trauma caused

Can only imagine their fight without resource

An inspiration you are to me

The power, the strength, the energy

Thats the legacy I can see

I thankyou for what you give to me

You shared your life and stories

You shared your love and pain

Through your lifetime experience

The future women have gained

Encouraged I feel the energy, the power, and the tenacity

For you the women of the past

Unknowingly you created our future path

~Author Unknown~

The Coupling of Passion and Erotic Lusts - a poem

Found this poem a few years back and really enjoyed it.  Posting for others to enjoy.

***

Written by Temptress

A touch of skin soft and slippery,
With the hint of hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,
As the wind flowed from the window above us.
Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,
To abandon all of our uncertainties.
You began your work on my lips,
Probing gently as if drawing sex,
From a deep well of longing and need.
Then heated tongues met in the midst,
Of hot and quickening breath.
And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.
Then intoxicated with those spirits,
Our clothes found resting place on the floor.
Piece by piece,
Until there were no hiding places,
For the two glistening and wanting bodies.
Hunger revealed in this hot moment.
Then skin meshed with skin,
As the floor became the stage.
You moved atop of me easily,
And lowered yourself gently.
Kissing me as I was filled with you.
As a gasp broke the kiss,
Your hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead, then became entangled.
Our slow rhythm gave way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
As I arched my body for your comfort,
And you threw me into ecstasy,
With the strength of your blows.
You left me screaming and soaked,
In oblivion again and again,
As you growled my name from the back of your throat,
And our bodies both demanded more,
Each giving to the other,
High on the fluids of foreign substance.
I grasped, then released you,
Grasped then released you,
In effort to relieve you of your control.
The taste of your skin between my lips,
Was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy,
When my teeth met your warm skin,
Was more breathtaking than you knew.
Yet I still released the control to you.
As you wound your hands in my hair,
And pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut,
You moved with one final and breaking blow,
Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,
Leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries.
I welcomed the weight of you to crush me,
As you collapsed on top of me,
Still hot and burning,
And I glowing like an ember,
Casting a welcome light,
Should you seek my gifts again.

Amazing - a poem

A poem written for me by gotenks on 28/4/10

***

You take me away with all Your grace,

I already know You can put me in my place.

Your wicked beautiful smile, i know you have something in your mind,

To have me all tied up for You, to be blind.

There You check me out and send a test,

To worship my Mistress to an art, i will do my best.

You have everything over me, my soul, my trust, my devotion, my heart,

I know you will take care of it and You will not part.

You have something that keeps bringing me back to You, it is Your smile,

I know You are worth every while.

When I lay down at the end of the day for some rest,

I know that you have already given me a worship quest.

To let You know that You are the most stunning beautiful erotic Mistress,

This is something I love to stress.

Your black long luscious hair,

I love to look at it, it has such flair.

Your soft sensual skin,

I know You wouldn’t need to put any moisturizer in.

At the end of the day I love being Your slave.

I try to make every moment count and there’s no moment I wouldn’t save.

True Goddess - a poem

 A poem written for me on 20/1/10 

***

 

The beauty the power the smell the deep brown eyes that look straight through you and take your heart at first glance and keep you in a constant trance.

 

The perfect body the one that naturally demands worship love and respect , The body you kneel and beg to constantly belong too, the body that has the shape of a REAL WOMAN.

 

The soft caring voice yet also the voice of true power and beauty, the voice that sends a shiver down your spine with every order ,the voice you long to hear time and again.

 

The natural elegance that just flows with every step you take an elegance that turns heads no matter where you are the elegance that constantly makes you have a certain aura with every move you make the elegance that with one slight touch can make a male shake.

bill's poem for Ms Neta

10 lines is not a lot to express my submission but i think you will understand my meaning.

***

No longer at the intersection

Full of confusion and stress

On the path to submission

To please a wonderful Mistress

Now a mission in life

Making a Mistress feel pleased

Adding pleasure to my life

More relaxed and at ease

What a delicious find

A chance to expand my mind

More! - a poem by Michael Anderson

see myself holding you close to me,
Squeezing your body tight.
But for all I see as I daydream-
I know I'll get tenfold tonight.

Running my palms across your breast,
As you tremble and bite your lip.
Feeling your hands upon my chest,
The softness of each fingertip.

Tasting your neck so sweet, so soft,
And slowly lowering my kiss.
Over pert nipples, across your navel,
And finally into pure bliss.

Looking upon your face from below-
As you tilt back your head.
Feeling your fountains begin to flow-
As you ease back on the bed.

Your "innocent little devil" look-
Crying insatiably with the sensation.
Lip to lip lapping up every drip-
From the well of your creation.

The way you pull me up by the hair-
To the heat of your mouth, on fire.
No other thoughts, no other cares,
Just the quenching of mad desire.

Wet - a poem by Moondance

Wetness does not always pertain to water
in an ocean, river or lake;
Sometimes it refers to how I feel
when I remember your embrace.

I only have to think of you
to remember me in your arms;
My legs quivering, my mouth moaning
I have fallen captive to your charms.

I long to feel your body on mine
to know the taste of satisfied love;
To lie quietly in your arms
we fit together like a hand to a glove.

You are the sweetheart of my life
you are my one sure bet;
You never have to wonder babe . . .
you can always keep me wet.

A poem written about me by TomtheDom

Ms_Neta, vanishes in the mists
sorely she will be missed
she used to be a light
always friendly, wise
and full of insight
How we will miss her
and her jokes
her thought provoking
posts and pokes
In our heart, we wont forget
and though we will regret
she had to leave us for a time
we will honor her right
lets remember her lessons of love
to not be cat-fighting or mean
to be kind, and dignified
lets uphold her banner and justify
her return glorious to be
Ms_Neta, my great friend
I will miss you on no end
please take good care
and always remember
you are inside and out
nothing but fair
Love
(c)2011 N.E.St.T, native european shaman tomas, TomTheDom4u


Thank you Tom, you are a treasured friend.  xx

An Ode to Ms Neta

Written in May 2011 for me by a dear acquaintance.  I share with you...

I Am But A Switch
A Sub Oft Times So
Who Watches From Afar
Sometimes Even Up Close
I See Your Teachings
And Your Guiding Hand
Standing In Your Beauty
Left In Your Awe In The Land
Your Knowledge Of This
Of Blissful SadoMasochism
In It's Twisting Winding Turns
I Sit Watching Your Fire Burn
Warming Those With Your Thoughts
Like The Element Enlivening
As That Of Burning Wood Beneath The Pot
Your Mind The Cauldron Brewing Things
Of Beauty Of Wonder Of Splendor
In The Whippings The Stings The Bruises
The Tears The Blood The Rush Of Sweet Suffering
Always In Care After With Your Gentle Hands
Your Kindness Earned And Wanton Of Woman & Man
Your Words Of Wisdom Spread Upon The Words Of Ink
In Teachings And Blessings To Those That Seek
Your Inspiring Traits Your Courage And What You Put Out On Stake
To Great Lengths To Supersede Vast Expectations
And Even Though A Switch I Know To You I Am A Sub
In My Behaviors Of Nobility In Respect Of Your Energy
Remembering The Ways Of Proper Etiquette
For You Ma'am I Give My Complete And Utter Respect
~Jeffrey