I am submissive by choice.
jeffrey conyers
jeffrey conyers
Nov 1, 2012

In your power.
My heart and love is yours.
I am submissive by choice.
And not by will.

Some men lives in this universe.
Under the impression they rule over women.
Even quick to pull out the scriptures.

Except I am submisive to you by choice.
And not by orders.

Some women operate on leadership.
Where they sit back and let the man rule?
Even if his decisions makes them seem foolish

I yield to you.
Out of love.
I surrender to you.
Out of love.

And only to you.
And no other one.
Be thankful you're the lucky one.

Nov 10, 2011

Fettered by syrupy curves
of well-handled prose. Exposed,
prone. Bound to bleed
maraschino in free-verse.

chess mess
chess mess
Jun 17, 2013

a tidal wave from my heart to my cock
it's disgusting. I adore          you
arteries pumping harder than your hips
where you've touched leaves electric spiders; dancing.
"i want to fuck you so bad, right here on the ground"
pushed up against my car: i cant feel my teeth
grab my hair just fucking pull it
smile in the middle of a sloppy kiss; my face still stings
it's disgusting. I adore          you

Tonya Maria
Tonya Maria
Sep 10, 2013      Sep 11, 2013

To you
I'm captive
I will remain passive
For now

*Being a submissive slave
Tinker Bell

Being a submissive slave
doesn't mean respect
It just means
there ain't any option
The beauty of which lasts
only till a better option comes by

My heels click
on the floor
Click click click  

I walk up to you
all tied up
and At my mercy

All Mine

I grab you gently

"This is mine
all mine
not yours"

"This is mine to play with
mine to do with
what I please"

"And maybe...Just maybe
if you're good
I'll let you have some fun"

I kiss you lightly
on the lips
and walk away


I may be 100% submissive in the lifestyle
BUt even I have my fantasies, I wouldnt mind
domming a male ;-)
Jun 22      Jun 22

A worn smile is a worn thorn and you are smiling, easily. I am hopeless. I have let you walk all over me worse than your boots could ever make me feel from under you.

I'm not ashamed of my submission.

It took me a long time to accept my mistakes and that this is what I deserve. I want to blame you. I want to hit you. I want to yell at you.

Our house caught fire and we are both victims.

There's levels and layers my toes never dug in while you clawed through looking for treasure.

Our house is on fire but you're already outside.
Our house caught fire, and we are both victims.

I want to fix things but I also like things better this way.

You are what I always wanted before you became the thing I desired.

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