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The nature of it

 

 

It is the nature

of his dark

D/s religion.

 

His to direct

hers to serve.

 

His to teach

hers to learn.

 

His to own

hers to belong.

 

Theirs to adore

and be adored.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Posted before, but always true.

Art by Antonio Macedo

 
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Posted by on September 17, 2020 in Uncategorized

 

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Never call me ‘Daddy’

 

I do not expect

to be called

‘Master’

or ‘Sir’

unless

I have earned

your respect.

.

But never

ever

ever

call me ‘Daddy’.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marina Marina

This post is a couple of years old, but forever true.

 

 
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Posted by on September 16, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Novice

Art by Antonella Fabiani

She has seen too many summers to be completely innocent.

And yet he has made her so.

She is new, pristine, spotless.

She is pure, virtuous, chaste and naive.

She is unsullied, unblemished, undefiled.

She has become a neophyte, a learner, a beginner.

A novice on her first day, her white dress pressed and spotless, the hem gently brushing her bare legs.

She is his pupil, his student, his apprentice, his initiate.

She is his disciple, his follower, his protegé.

She is his slave, his angel, his goddess, his Muse.

In this quiet, holy, secret place, she kneels before him.

Her mind and body are burning.

She is ablaze with desire.

She is thirsty for knowledge.

She aches to learn every rule, every code, every facet, every element, every shade.

Every verse of his dark and decadent religion.

She is hungry for him to instruct her, to teach her, to guide her, to discipline her.

To show her a wild, breathless universe of pleasure and pain.

She wants him to do everything.

She is his.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Antonella Fabiani

Originally written by me five years ago and posted a number of times. I hope regular readers can bear another repeat. There is nothing like a beautiful novice.

 
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Posted by on September 5, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Dangerous possibility

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She knows

she should not let it

but it will

itch and ache

sigh and whisper

excite and arouse

until her mind is full

of dangerous possibility.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

A few years old – but always pertinent

Art by Emilia Wilk

 
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Posted by on September 3, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Like a cat

 

I can feel

your curiosity

pressing up close

arching its back

curling around me

seeking my lap.

 

I can feel

your curiosity

sleek and soft

and purring

like a cat.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 

 
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Posted by on September 2, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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A geography of her

 

I will adore her

Even from a distance.

For she is beautiful, wild, elegant and independent.

I will discover her, I will explore her. I will chart her.

From the fragrant hair on her lovely head to the tips of her painted toes. I will know every inch of her.

I will study her. I will learn her. I will examine her.

In photographs, on video, through audio.

From opportunistic selfies and meticulously planned photos shoots. From impromptu captured moments and wonderfully contrived scenes. I will review the contents of her wardrobe. Her clothes, her footwear, her lingerie. I will dress her up and dress her down. I will strip her naked in a hundred ways and position her in a thousand poses. She will wear makeup or be natural. She will be a fantasy angel or an everyday girl. She will be the dragon queen or the stranger in a bar.

I will know her hair, her eyes, her lips, her nose, her mouth, her skin, her piercings, her ink. I will know her arms, her hands, her legs, her belly, her breasts, her throat. Her thighs, her back, her arse. Her sex.

She will walk for me, move for me, stretch for me, sigh for me, purr for me. She will dance as innocent as a schoolgirl, as bold as a stage act, and as seductively as only a woman who knows she is utterly adored can dance.

And she will be adored. Every smile, every frown, every tear. Every bubble of laughter. Every bone, every muscle, every sinew, every nerve, every fibre, every pore. Every breath.
Every word she speaks or writes.

I will utterly adore her beauty, her body, and her thoughts.

And then, if and when we meet, I will have a map, a plan, a billion pixels of familiar, sensual, heavenly destinations.

An intimate study of a perfect creature.  A geography of her.

And I will finally know the pure wonder of finally laying my fingers, my lips, my tongue, my body upon her glorious, gorgeous terrain.

Teasing, testing and thrilling her with my toys.

Filling her with myself.

Paradise delivered.

The virtual becoming real.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Valeri Tsvetkov

I wrote this six years ago and have posted yearly since. A favourite of mine and a favourite theme. When the terrain is divine.

 
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Posted by on August 31, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Discovery

 

I did not discover you.

 

Before our eyes met

your existence was already remarkable,

your beauty already exquisite,

your body perfectly defined,

your clever mind full of wonders.

 

I did not discover you.

 

But I like to believe

I did discover

the sublime

sensual

secret

sexual submissive

within.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marcos Beccari

Not a brand new post. Yet probably true. Of you.

 
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Posted by on August 30, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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From afar

Art by Marcos Beccari

You are a distant land

One I will never reach. Never touch. Never fully claim.

And yet I want to know your geography.

Every inch of your tempting, tender terrain.

I want to uncover your lovely, luscious landscape.

Study you from each perfect, precious, peerless, perspective

Map your marks, covet your curves, lust over your lines, ache for your angles.

I want to discover you,

I want to uncover you

and cover you

with words.

I want to be thrilled by my journey to the very heart of you

adoring you

wanting you

worshipping you

from afar.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marcos Beccari

Not a new piece by any means, but perhaps someone will enjoy

 

 

 
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Posted by on August 28, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Never forget

 

I will never forget

the adrenaline rush

the catch of breath

the quickening pulse

the sense of destiny

when first you touched

this page.

 

And I will never forget

my overwhelming desire

to seduce

and steal

and secure

your secret

submissive soul.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on August 27, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Mine

 

You know

you have

been mine

in a hundred

hidden pasts.

.

You will

be mine

in countless futures

to come.

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You are mine

now.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Vicente Romero

Posted in the past, yet true now. Whether you knew it, or know it, or not.

 

 
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Posted by on August 26, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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