Any Other

23 Feb


It began like any other game.

She had read his words. The heady mix of romance, ropes and respect.  Of dominance, decadence and desire. Of longing, lust and leather.  Of sex, service and submission.  Of poetry, pain and pleasure.

It was an attractive, compelling and perhaps dangerous drug.

Yet she knew she could handle it.  The geographic distance would keep her safe.  The lack of a physical connection would be an antidote to its power.  The absence of the carnal would diminish its dominion.

She placed the collar about her throat.  She could feel the urgent pulse in her neck whispering a warning. She smiled bravely into the eye of the camera.

She could control it.

But now she aches.  A deep, persistent hunger that cannot be satisfied by fingers or phallus.

The geographic distance has become her prison, the lack of physical connection is her torturer, the absence of the carnal is the rack upon which her yearning body is stretched day and night.  She wants him.

She will do everything he instructs, and more. Always more.  Yet it will never be enough.  Not for her.

It began like any other addiction,



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Painting by Corno


Posted by on February 23, 2013 in D/s, Erotica, Still Life


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96 responses to “Any Other

  1. Leo

    February 23, 2013 at 4:20 pm

    … breathtaking …


  2. Isabella

    February 23, 2013 at 4:35 pm

    Such words could not breathe more truth than these..


  3. hotlilmess

    February 23, 2013 at 4:40 pm

    leaving me with a tight chest ..Your words so true.


  4. redheadedsub

    February 23, 2013 at 4:53 pm

    Perfect, once again.


  5. emmylgant

    February 23, 2013 at 5:15 pm



  6. thesacredroad

    February 23, 2013 at 5:21 pm

    addicting. exquisitely penned. X


  7. mlbk7

    February 23, 2013 at 5:36 pm

    Such a beautiful delicately expressed. i know this sweet agony…. perhaps she knows too she may never be good enough. xo~me


  8. copiousveracity

    February 23, 2013 at 5:56 pm

    Boooo distance. Hooray to beautiful words that distance can’t effect.


  9. littlekaninchen

    February 23, 2013 at 5:59 pm

    Love it… It gives us a glimpse into what an online D/s relationship is like. Great post! You’ll have woman commenting all around the world with this one… The poetry and the art compliment one another so well… 🐇❤
    I love the art! Where do you find the art? Dies it list who actually did this piece? I love it!
    I can see it hanging above my bedroom fireplace!


    • Romantic Dominant

      February 23, 2013 at 6:28 pm

      Online D/s is such a strangely erotic and yet frustrating relationship.
      Yes, the artist is at the bottom of the page. Discovered today, and yes, a perfect picture for a bedroom fireplace.


  10. cjriordan

    February 23, 2013 at 8:52 pm

    I like this. It speaks to me of human nature and our tendency to bind ourselves willingly in chains of our own making, and then resent them. 🙂 The nature of online relationships of any type is a strange and heady thing. Intoxicating, frustrating, agonizing at times yet we seek it out and it helps us thrive in the strangest of ways.


    • Romantic Dominant

      February 23, 2013 at 11:19 pm

      Yes. Impossible to define and yet there is great fulfilment


      • cjriordan

        February 24, 2013 at 6:40 pm

        Absolutely true. Sometimes, it can fulfill us in ways our non-virtual lives can’t. A strange surrogate indeed.


  11. janineyork

    February 23, 2013 at 10:36 pm

    I am glad to have your words to get me high. I can only imagine her prison.


  12. Chatty Owl

    February 24, 2013 at 12:00 am

    You are making me jealous. So beautifully written. Wow.


    • Romantic Dominant

      February 24, 2013 at 11:04 am

      Jealous of the writing?
      Or something else?


      • Chatty Owl

        February 25, 2013 at 7:44 pm

        Writing, of course. Call it the anger of frustrated writer, haha.


  13. carolinejuliette

    February 24, 2013 at 1:00 am

    This speaks to my soul. Beautifully written as always.


  14. tuscanydreamer

    February 24, 2013 at 4:25 am

    I swear you are inside my head….my feelings exactly.


    • Romantic Dominant

      February 24, 2013 at 11:05 am

      I am sure that inside your head is a delightful place to be
      Thank you for reading and commenting


  15. elettracavendish

    February 24, 2013 at 9:57 am

    Excellent piece. Reading through the comments I realized that I hadn’t assumed an online dating arrangement. Might they not have actually met before the geographic separation? If not, I still see a scenario where they might meet, eventually. Hence a sense of frustration limited in time. Perhaps not a bad thing in this era of instant gratification. Controlled frustration: very sexy, yes.


    • Romantic Dominant

      February 24, 2013 at 11:08 am

      Smiles. Readers form their own conclusions. But here the protagonists have not met and almost certainly never will.
      Ah, controlled frustration… It is something I am, immodestly, rather good at. In myself, and in others.
      Thanks for visiting and commenting


  16. ana

    February 24, 2013 at 11:40 am

    Truly love this post! It really hit home for me. You took the words right out of my mouth, but more eloquently.


  17. UJaY

    February 24, 2013 at 2:29 pm

    words swell in warmth & moist to an outburst! could feel her like a blooming flower…geographical distance & the drug, very apt.


  18. Heartafire

    February 24, 2013 at 4:46 pm

    Felt the sting, amazing writing Mr. D. It is addicting as well.


  19. Heartafire

    February 24, 2013 at 4:50 pm

    may I reblog this to Heart?


  20. butterflyx3

    February 24, 2013 at 5:36 pm



  21. Heartafire

    February 24, 2013 at 5:57 pm

    Reblogged this on Heartafire's Blog.


  22. myatheistlife

    February 25, 2013 at 5:41 am

    In one moment there is desire, another loneliness. The choice to observe and obey is not taken as a choice of salad dressing. The reality.. the reality of eating the chosen dressing is another story. The imaginations made bold.. are they really the life we wish to be told? Of course is the cry. Not so fast say I. The yearning is based on fantasy, the meeting will be based on fact. Is it fantasy desired, or reality on this rack?

    Desire cannot be denied, but the object of it is often enough a lie. Pain is a perception. Control is a lie. When you hurt for the company of another, turn it inside.


    • Romantic Dominant

      February 28, 2013 at 9:50 pm

      This was caught in my spam filter, though I know not why.

      And yet I am not sure what you are saying. Except that whilst one’s feelings are true, the object of them is often not.


      • myatheistlife

        February 28, 2013 at 11:29 pm

        Sometimes I read a post and the words or sentiment simply fall out of my fingers. Perhaps it is a poetic warning or simply repose. Perhaps it’s a remembering in prose. In either case, not ideal. Take it, make of it what you will.


  23. proportionsinlife

    February 25, 2013 at 1:48 pm

    I’m amazed….


    • Romantic Dominant

      February 25, 2013 at 10:19 pm

      I hope in a good way ,,,


      • proportionsinlife

        February 25, 2013 at 10:21 pm

        Yes, in a mesmerized and good way.
        Smiles, almost always.


  24. obeyme15

    February 26, 2013 at 4:30 am

    Wonderful words and insight, i just hope shes enuff an addict to that she wants something a little stronger and more personal


  25. ParalysisAnalysis

    February 27, 2013 at 1:29 am

    Wow. Glad you found my blog and passively led me here.
    I have to share with my Incubus; so reblogging.
    We are geographically apart more often than not; luckily not too far.
    A bittersweet torture.


  26. mandacolette

    February 27, 2013 at 5:18 pm

    Why is this my first day finding you? From what I’ve read so far, your posts are exceptional and this prose is no different.

    I cannot only see the action but I can also feel the emotion. This is a great accomplishment in so few lines!

    I’ll certainly enjoy the rest of my day perusing your blog.

    ~ A


    • Romantic Dominant

      February 27, 2013 at 8:13 pm

      Thank you for reading and commenting. It is a pleasure to see you hear and have your comments


  27. reticentmentalproperty

    February 28, 2013 at 12:38 pm

    the longing.the wanting. but not being near. crippling.


  28. hotlilmess

    March 1, 2013 at 2:19 pm

    Reading this again, feeling it more every time. If only i possessed the courage to reblog, or will i ever? Bittersweet. Thank you.


    • Romantic Dominant

      March 1, 2013 at 2:42 pm

      I am glad that it touches you. I would be honoured if you re-blogged, but understand why you might not wish to.
      But regardless of that, always remember – Life is not a Rehearsal. If we risk nothing, we gain nothing.


      • hotlilmess

        March 1, 2013 at 4:27 pm

        I agree, and thank you for the gentle reminder. “It” is a chance to take, no regrets. Thank you.


  29. hotlilmess

    March 1, 2013 at 6:48 pm

    Reblogged this on hotlilmess and commented:
    This is perfection. Absolutely poignant writing. Far too powerful not to share.


  30. biljanazovkic

    March 2, 2013 at 1:22 pm

    This is (and other posts) just beautiful !!!… 🙂


  31. lyriquediscorde

    March 5, 2013 at 8:24 pm



  32. grizyeti

    March 6, 2013 at 12:11 am

    The sheer poetryin this got my heart moving. Loved the flow and how it ran me through the ride, taking my breath with it. This is amazing, and makes me yearn for more.
    More, please!


  33. Romantic Dominant

    February 22, 2014 at 4:56 pm

    Reblogged this on A Faded Romantic's Notebook and commented:

    A year ago. It is an addiction


  34. anayaolmedo

    February 22, 2014 at 5:03 pm

    Hot and inviting!


  35. mrmodigliani

    February 22, 2014 at 5:11 pm

    Another beautiful write from you RD. Hearts are ablaze


  36. jolies76

    February 22, 2014 at 6:12 pm

    “Sigh” 😉


  37. Reticent Mental Property

    February 22, 2014 at 9:32 pm

    As suspected.


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    February 22, 2014 at 11:27 pm



  39. pivoine68

    February 23, 2014 at 11:01 am

    Why must we be so attracted to losing our balance? To losing things we were sure of at some point? I don’t know why, but I am.



  40. janineyork

    February 23, 2014 at 1:02 pm

    Addiction of the sweetest kind.


  41. redklwr2006 Kym

    February 26, 2014 at 3:27 am

    I sit here trying to find the words that are worthy of the sensations and feelings I had after reading your words… all I can think to say is Thank You


    • Romantic Dominant

      March 3, 2014 at 10:24 pm

      It is I who thanks you for reading and commenting. I am glad it touched you.


  42. newsubmissivestranger

    February 27, 2014 at 6:59 pm

    Beautiful and sensual and sweetly sad



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