Category: Domina-et-servus

There are many colors of love, but among the f…

There are many colors of love, but among the finest is the one that, in its own peculiar raiment, accepts all, forgives all, and permits no envy to root.

–servus

Pride is both obstacle and enhancement to subm…

Pride is both obstacle and enhancement to submission: It stings so to let it go.

–servus

In the veteran’s heart, words of discipline be…

In the veteran’s heart, words of discipline become drumbeats, familiar and comforting, joining an unfailing march.

–servus

Left to himself, he was like a lowly beast, my…

Left to himself, he was like a lowly beast, mysterious in behavior, the subject of curious but brief speculation by the apostles of science.

Only through Her understanding, Her loving indulgences, and, one might say, a godlike grace did he bloom into the light of his better self.

–servus

It seems like forever ago that Mistress said t…

It seems like forever ago that Mistress said to me, “Be like the dog, loyal and loving, thinking of me before you think of yourself.”

I am the hound, serving at Her leisure, providing that which She might desire, if She desires it. All that She drops is mine, whether the morsel of praise or the slap of correction.

She is my Owner, and can do no wrong.

–servus

First useful cock I’ve seen in ages. -…

First useful cock I’ve seen in ages.

-Domina HGIC

favoritefemdom:The Ritual,  Roberto Ferri Th…

favoritefemdom:

The Ritual

Roberto Ferri

There are moments when I wish for softest touch and obliteration too, for both the kiss and the sting of the whip.

I yearn for everything without end.

–servus

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…and I am left with the most delicious ache inside. I am full, and quite capable of anything.

–servus

It has been my absolute pleasure to assist my …

It has been my absolute pleasure to assist my Domina this morning as Her domestic. Thank You, Mistress.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

–servus

This was our table last night, as Mistress and…

This was our table last night, as Mistress and I dined in candlelight. We ate with our hands, drank Chianti from cups of beaded glass, and grinned like children. It was perfect there in our gilded alcove, and for us the world stayed its rowdy play. Afterward, we retired to bed, and I begged for Her attention. Mistress took me as She wished, laughing at me, calling me things, and then embracing me in slumber.

This morning, within these walls, braced against a November wind, we still glow.

–servus

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