Naked before him - CMnf

Your hand is in charge. I surrender.
Submitting: so you'll whip my tender;
You can make me belong ; be sublime, male, and strong -
Morals mixed: please return me to sender.

Méli
The image is lovely, your words are exquisite ☺️
 
I am so proud to be on display,
But I am modest, and this is your way
Of bringing me down,
To a place where the crown
Of your cock is certainly in play...

Méli
At my feet, in suppliant canine docility,
You sit, haunched
In quiet obeisance, Cerberus
To My Hadesian Dark
A Loaded Gun waiting
For the triggered command
 
If this really is fun and enthralling
My job is done and my Limerawling
Can come to a halt,
As you find it's my fault.
And use me because I'm appalling.

Méli
Your appalling thrall,
Multifoliate concupiscence,
Begs for release,
One can only aid
Debauched descent
 
At my feet, in suppliant canine docility,
You sit, haunched
In quiet obeisance, Cerberus
To My Hadesian Dark
A Loaded Gun waiting
For the triggered command
Did Cerberus have any itch
To hold the boat to Hades so rich
Little loves
Could share their sweet tropes,
So the devil could fuck them sans hitch?

Méli
At my feet, in suppliant canine docility,
You sit, haunched
In quiet obeisance, Cerberus
To My Hadesian Dark
A Loaded Gun waiting
For the triggered command
At the sign of the Loaded Gun
The girls get to have the best fun:
For the men are relaxed,
And, if girls are unwaxed,
Simple lube should ensure we are done

Méli
 
Did Cerberus have any itch
To hold the boat to Hades so rich
Little loves
Could share their sweet tropes,
So the devil could fuck them sans hitch?
Oh the Devil’s plans
Are labyrinthine deep,
There is no telling
How far or what end
His diabolism extends.
And yet one thing is certain-
The road is long, the road is deep,
Like the plundering of his whip
 
Your appalling thrall,
Multifoliate concupiscence,
Begs for release,
One can only aid
Debauched descent
The lack of clothes, and the insistence,
And degrees of yummy concupiscence
May make the mouth water,
As such monstrous words ought to,
But will they soon stiffen resistence?

Méli
 
my innocence being exploited , a perfect date leading me to this point where a new me is about to be exposed to a new sexual perfect world
 
Oh the Devil’s plans
Are labyrinthine deep,
There is no telling
How far or what end
His diabolism extends.
And yet one thing is certain-
The road is long, the road is deep,
Like the plundering of his whip
I plundered his whip and, now, cream
Appears to be rather routine:
It's splashed on mandrake root,
Which slides a slippy route,
Crashing circles with thoughts so obscene
The stairway to heaven's too sticky
For angels to clamber with harps;
Accursed winged one's must
Choose the highway, not trust
In infernos, Dante, or whip marks.

Méli
 
my innocence being exploited , a perfect date leading me to this point where a new me is about to be exposed to a new sexual perfect world
There's innocence here before dawn?
You are making me feel forlorn!
That being said
I'll be perfectly wed
To Sir's sexy World view - I'm not torn!

And so to bed

Méli
 
Most of the images and opinions here are about nudity as a part of supplication and submission. And while stirring in their own right, I would like to offer a counter proposal.

The choice of nudity as a mark of confidence, power, and comfort.

Supplication implies duty and obligation. It may be spoken or unspoken, but it exists. Taking the case of a male dominant and a female submissive, their bond requires an obligation to each other.

The obligation of the dom is to take care of her. To make her feel safe. To push her in inches so she grows, but doesn't break. To help her explore that which she craves but needs a trusted hand to hold hers and walk her down that path.

And the obligation of the submissive is to follow his instructions. To hear his words and make them her own. To heed his voice and will and see it done to the best of her abilities.

But what if we stray from that path for a moment and take another. Where nudity is given, not freely, but in return for a deeper understanding and comfort.

Picture, if you will, a woman's confidence in her form that transcends submission. A confidence in her skin beyond the desire to please. A will to strip that needs no commands, only acceptance.

It seeks no validation. It seeks no approval. It may not even seek an audience.

It may be done in submission, but not out of duty to another. The submission here is to oneself, to one's own trustest self, to the core of the soul that calls out in the back of one's mind and reassures, that it's ok. It's normal. It feels good. It brings joy.

It feels right.

So while we share images and desires of submission and supplication, consider this my humble ode to those few who walk unashamed in their own skin, for their own sake.
 
There's innocence here before dawn?
You are making me feel forlorn!
That being said
I'll be perfectly wed
To Sir's sexy World view - I'm not torn!

And so to bed

Méli
The bed, is neither safe nor sound
Once in bed, one is bedded,
And bedded, tethered in knotted
Tether, there can be no rest,
 
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