Author: deeply_dominant

Out of Place – [MF] [D/S] [Mental Dominance] [Slow] the woman at the party.

Once again, phone written so excuse errors. As an additional note, the build up in this little piece of writing is far too lengthy, but I felt it was neccessary for context. This is a very slow story, so if you are seeking physical action, it may not be of interest to you.

I still refer to her as “the woman at the party,” despite having learnt her name in the days that followed. I’ve chosen to write up this experience not for what it was, but what it wasn’t.

Fantasy often relates to things which could not happen or we don’t truly want to happen. We treat it as the less serious, the less real, the hollow dream. But occassionally moments of fantasy are not for exploring the less real, they’re for seeing the MORE real. By that I mean our imaginations can strip away shallow worldly things in a given moment, allowing us to experience a more “real” version of ourselves and others, free of the riff-raff and boring surrounds, even if it never comes to physical fruition. I find this ability of our imagination to fantasise the “more real” utterly delightful, and it is exactly what occurred between me and the woman at the party. Read more »

A Graduation Gift – [MF] [Light Bondage] [Short] [Fiction] the proper use of Honours cords.

A very brief fictional story, thinking of a dear friend who recently graduated.

Very rushed writing, and on my phone so please excuse errors. Should it be of interest to people, I can certainly imagine up another part.

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“You did it!” came my exclamation as I stepped into her bedroom, half shedding my coat and half wrapping my arms around her in a tangle of limbs and clothes. She had thar wide, pressed lips smile and sparkling eyes, accompanied by relative quiet, exactly as I would have expected her to respond to the news.

“I did,” the words eventually tumbled out from her as if they couldn’t be held in any longer.

“I did it. I’m going to be a graduate!” as if she was only just believing that all that hard work was finally becoming reality.

The lengthy trip had been worth it to see her smile and hold her. She felt incredible, the lines of body even FELT beautiful under her hoodie as I pulled her close again, my face buried in her long, straight brown hair. Read more »

A Moment as a Dominant – [MF] [D/S]

Some people don’t realise that just occassionally the dominant nature rises to the surface in day to day life. If you’re a healthy individual, you know when and how to keep any indication of such under wraps. But perhaps you’d like to hear what can happen, in split seconds, as a dominant man in certain situations.

This is entirely true and happened just a few days ago.

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Red hot pains shoot through her body, from the point of impact on her bare, exposed behind right up to her finger tips stretched out on the ground in front of her. With every strike of the cane she desperately wants to withdraw, to lean as far forward as she can to escape the next hit. But she knows any attempt to do so will lead to far worse punishments. Besides, she has little room to move, her ankles strapped together behind her, the bindings themselves bound to the foot of the bed she would have been in right now had she behaved. Likewise her wrists were tied with rope extending in front of her to an eyebolt fixed beside a doorframe at ground level, a well disguised sign of the owners true nature. Despite the internal debate, she keeps her ass in the air, knees and shoulders on the ground. Read more »

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By the Fire, Part 2 – [MF] [D/S] [Ownership] a recollection of a favourite memory.

There are rare moments in which an entire experience feels as if it were carefully scripted by some etherial observer. This was one of those evenings where hours of training, months of romantic dynamic growth, an ideal mood, and even my own thoughts and reflections were all pulled together to create a lasting memory.

Once again, this has been hastily written up on a phone in some limited free time so I apologise for error and frankly not my best writing.

This will be the second and final part of this brief recollection, beginning from the moment the focus shifted from mutual connection in our kinky natures, to the expression of the hunger and thirst a dominant man has to control and ravage the woman he desires.

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“The god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an ugre. A homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it’s almost impossible to stamp out.”

Almost.

I will admit that it was only upon later reflection of the evening recollected here that these words of Plato came to mind and tied so nicely, not only to my thoughts earlier that evening, but to the experiences which followed. Read more »

By The Fire – [MF] [D/S] A recollection of a favourite memory.

This is a brief recollection of a fond memory from several years ago with a previous partner. I’ve thrown it onto paper on a whim this evening and not really proofed it, so apologies for errors.

My friends tell me that I have a traditional, old fashioned “aesthetic” regarding design, style, and personality. I suppose they’re right though I don’t like to admit to it, with a few exceptions. This is one of those exceptions in which my seemingly eccentric style led to an incredibly memorable evening, and one we repeated many a time after. I shall endeavour to present it as I experienced it, with maybe just a little flare.

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” ‘Love’ is the name that we give to our pursuit of wholeness, to be restored to our original nature.”

If ever there was proof that matters of love and human connection are untouched by time and social progress, then these words of Plato would be such a proof. An orange glow from the gently flicking fire radiated across the pages open in front of me. How strange that the words from the mouth of a Greek man at a dinner party some 2000 years ago still held personally relatable truth. Read more »

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