Coffee?

The quiet refrains of piano drifting through the morning stillness entangle my wakeing thoughts. I strech.. seeking relief from the lethargy of sleep. Oh… right… I flex my hands feeling the soreness in my wrists. I am still tied to the headboard. The warmth at my hip draws my eyes downward. She is still sleeping.. curled against me with her face pressed against my side. Her warm breath teases the skin above my ribs.

I want to brush the hair from her face. Trace the lines of her jaw. Kiss moistened lips… but I can only look.. unable to touch. I can feel the rope still circling my legs, not too tight.. but looping upwards to above the knee. Holding secure and comforting me with its presence.

I am hers.. my sleeping flower.. to bind or release. I can feel her care in the knots, where it not for her careful touch I am shure my hands would be long past numb. I watch the rise and fall of her chest beneath the blanket. The smell of her perfume still lingers on my chest.

Slowly her eyes open.. she stretches like a cat… rubbing her lithe form against me. Her smooth legs feel warm and soft agenst mine through the rope. “Mmmm.. good morning..” her voice sends a little thrill up my spine. “Good morning my love.” My own voice sounds weak compared to her sultry tones. Her hand brushes against the stiffness under the blanket. “Oh.. what do we have here?” I blush and look away.. “I’m sorry.. you were just so beautiful when you were sleeping.” She throws a leg over mine and sits up apon my thighs. I can feel the heat pressed against my legs and it makes me harder.

She takes my chin in her hands, turning my face to hers. “You… will… look at me.” I cant help but follow her command. She is radiant. Her chest exposed.. her laughing eyes.. oh yes.. she is enjoying this. She slowly slides down my legs biteing her lip in pleasure as the knotted rope runs between her legs. “Since you have been so kind as to prepare it.. I will not waste a bit…. of brakefast.” My eyes widen and blush deepens as her head dips lower. I can feel the soft weight of her chest apon me. She stops… inches away and licks hungry lips. Her eyes find mine.. the anticipation is too much… I moan softly and struggle not to look away. “Please… ” the word feels torn from my chest.. set free with a breath. “Please what?” Her voice is soft.. but unyielding. I know my face must be filled with longing. “Please.. I want to be inside you..” I blush deeper as the thought leaves my lips. She says nothing.. just enjoying the lust and want rolling within me. Her head suddenly drops, and I am engulfed in wet warmth. I groan… trying to push my hips upward.. pulling at my bonds. So good.. again I struggle not to close my eyes. Her hands press down apon my hips, hair brushes like silk across my skin. I can see her eyes through her hair.. watching me.. enjoying my pleasure. She slowly presses deeper. The pleasure becomes unbearable as she takes me into the tightness of her throat. I cant stop myself.. eyes close.. head thrown back.. arms straining against the rope.. I am lost..

Somewhere behind the pleasure I know I will be punished for my lapse. But it is too much.. too good.. she moves faster, delicate tounge rolling around me. I gasp feeling my hips tighten. She feels it to.. again I feel the tightness of her throat. Her hands slip beneath me, holding me to her. I can do nothing but give her what she is demanding, I shudder as I spill my soul into her. I can feel her swallowing around me. The movement sending shocks of almost painful pleasure racing to my brain.

I can feel the coolness of the air as she leaves me. The headboard shakes and I feel her legs apon my shoulders. A soft wetness rubs across my chin. “Now it’s your turn.. to eat.” I open my eyes to look upward past the expanse of her her belly and chest to find her face. I catch only a glimpse of a smile before my head is pulled forward into her. I open and devour the offering of flesh and honey. Take time.. make it last.. I tell myself. I start slow, working my way upwards..Teaseing the tiny pearl hidden within. Her breath is becoming short.. her hips grind against my lips.

I responded to her need and move faster, pushing deeper within her. I can hear her groaning as her legs begin to shake. Side to side.. up and down.. in and out.. a steady rythem, kissing her lips with mine. Suddenly her legs wrap around me, hands lock behind my head pressing me hard into her.

I cant breathe.. and she knows it. And it makes me hard once more as lips and tounge work frantically. I try to gasp, try to find air.. and my struggles send her over the edge. I feel the warm rush against my lips as she cries out and shakes, her nails digging into the back of my head.

And then there is light.. and air.. and life.. rushing inward to fill me once more. But she is far from done with me.. hunger even more intense than before burns in her cheeks and eyes. Without a pause I am thrust between her slick thighs and into the deepest parts of her sex. Now we both are gasping. I raise my bound knees behind her offering my legs as a backrest. She leans back.. thrusting out her chest and throwing back her head. Rocking.. grinding.. it is hot inside her.

Sweat glitters on the skin of her neck.. if only I could reach it..

Faster.. harder.. she throws her legs wide trying to take me ever deeper. She is close.. I can see it on her face.. I relax and let the pleasure take me. She leans forward pushing my head to the side.. sinking teeth into my neck. Pushing back hard agenst me as she growls out her orgasm into my flesh. Hotter.. tighter.. teeth.. it is more than enough to throw me moaning from the cliff. Again.. I fill her.. straining against my bonds, her mouth burning my neck.

Oh yes.. I am hers.. without a doubt. She rises, a contented smile touching her lips. She is gorgeous.. and glowing. I can still feel her griping me within her as she arches an eyebrow and grins. “Coffee?” I cant help but laugh with joy. This beautiful creature.. she is a treasure. “Tea for me. No sugar.” I say, my voice still a little unsteady.

She hops up and walks into the kitchen. I can hear the coffee machine warming up. “Um… the rope? I am still tied up here..”

There is a giggle from the kitchen… “I know…” her words are as much a statement as a promise… I grin.. she is not done with me… never done with me…….

Best wishes -SirHanz

Dear diary 2

Well… it’s Saturday.. the end of a long week. I saw a white crane yesterday at work. I am going to take it as a good sign.

It has been a week since I started my diet/exercise routine. Last night I had salad and some leftover pasta salad from the night before. I did crunches, pushups, and 10min on the elliptical with the difficulty set to max. Not much outward change yet but I can definitely feel that the muscles are tighter and a little more toned. Oh.. and my legs look great.. but they always have. 😆 this morning I took cookie for a jog. I think he enjoyed that quite a bit.

In other news my back injury is slowly getting better. I will probably not be back to lifting stumps or tossing bags of concrete for at least another week just to be safe but progress is a good sign.

I have been talking a lot with my wonderful muse. She is so amazing.. I love that she is probably smarter than I am. (And that’s really saying something) we challenge each other in different ways and I am enjoying the dance. (Note to self.. learn to dance in real life.) She is supportive of my creativity and stunningly beautiful. Who could ever want for more?

I have also discovered through our conversations a new aspect of myself. For the right woman.. with just the right personality.. I am a switch. *gasp* shocking! I know! I was and still am a bit unsure as I explore this new side of myself. I will make mistakes I have no doubt.. but I learn quickly. I have never had the desire to submit to anyone before. This is all new territory for me. At first I was unsure of what I was feeling.. It took me some time to wrap my head around it. But when I did.. I found that I liked it. I am slowly learning what it’s like on the other side of things.. finding out who I am and what I may enjoy as a submissive. You cant see it but I am shaking my head in amazement. Who would have thought.. after twenty some odd years of being a dominant..there would be a woman.. that would inspire feelings of submission in me. I am still feeling amazed at the thought. I cant wait to learn what and where this may take me. In some ways it is all things that I already know. But in the deeper ways of understanding that can only be gained through experience… I am innocent and nieave.

I must admit to being a bit frightened as well. Not of being a submissive sometimes, but of the possibility of losing this new connection and desire. I fear that should something happen and we part ways I may never again find someone who inspires these feelings in me. In 40 years.. I have found only one.. what are the chances of finding a second in my lifetime. So yes… I fear. But I also am full of hope. And as the two mix within me I am inspired in ways I have not been in a vary long time. If nothing else.. I can take comfort in that.

I also decided to repaint my bedroom. It needs it and it will help make the space more “mine” today is my rest day so I may or may not go get paint today but i definitely will tomorrow.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Unicorns.

Usually people think one of two things about unicorns.

A. They dont exist

B. They are beautiful magical creatures

But I am here to give you the truth.. they do exist, they are magical, and they will fucking kill you.

First let’s cover the basics. Unicorns are predators. Ever wonder why they are so beautiful? Why they sparkle and glow? Its because they eat thousands of God dammed fairies. Entire populations… decimated by a single unicorn. They use this glamorous beauty to fool their pray into thinking they are harmless and gentle. They are not. Ever seen a unicorn? Of course not. Because your still alive. They dont leave witnesses.

Here is an example of what we see when we look at a unicorn.

Now here is an artist’s rendition of what unicorns actually look like. An artist must be used because their actual appearance doesn’t show up on film.

You really want to pet that?

They have even been known to travel in packs.

Now let’s learn a bit more about unicorns.

Unicorns are one of the few animals that also kill for sport. Thousands each year are wounded and killed by unicorn attacks. But no one knows because the victims, even if they live would never be believed.

We have always known about the unicorn menace. Some early historians even tried to warn future generations.

Here you can see that unicorns cant climb trees, thanks to brave historians we now have a method of escaping the stabbing devils. Run away whenever you can and immediately call the authoritys best equipped to handle a rampaging unicorn.

But if you get cornered without a tree to climb… remember to try to direct the head away from yourself by any means necessary.

And if by some miracle you do manage to down one of the beasts… they taste like rainbows because of all the fairies they consume.

So remember.. run if you see one. Do not try to pet or capture it. Climb a tree if you are able. Contact authoritys. And if you see the posted signs….

Turn around and walk away.

Saving the human race from the unicorn menace -SirHanz

The white

The warmth of sun on water,

Reflects the white,

Graceful wings unfold,

Embarrassing the wind,

Symbol of hope,

Glimpsed through the trees,

Of uncertainty,

Apparition of beauty,

Haunting elegance,

Alone in flight.

-SirHanz

Words hunger

Words hunger…

Gnashing syllables,

Bite deeply into the heart,

Masticateing emotion,

Ripping and tearing,

The gristle of thought,

Grinding and crushing,

The bones of truth,

Bloated belly bursting,

With Silence.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Voice.

Cool breeze blows,

Soothing heated skin,

The comfort of shade,

Is balm for tired eyes,

A wisp of thought,

Across clear blue sky,

Leads me again,

To think of you,

Your gentle voice,

Like the first breath,

Of autumn,

After the cracking dry,

Of summer.

Q&A answers.. er.. answer.

So.. apparently only one person bothered to ask a question… so I will do my best to dive deeply into that question instead of answering a bunch of them.

Q: what is your ideal “perfect” submissive

A: hmm.. I have given this a lot of thought as of late. I will start with the short answer and then give the long.

1. She must inspire me.

2. She must make me want to be better.

3. She must make me want to do naughty things with her.

4. She must WANT me to do naughty thing with her.

I have answered this before on the blog but never really gone into depth on the subject. Let’s dive in.

Inspiration. This is something I crave as deeply as affection. Creativity is something I have always felt is an essential part of myself. But I enjoy it the most and do my best work when inspired. I love the feeling of intense focus and almost frenetic energy when I am working on something with a clear vision of what I want to create. If I find the right muse… who knows.. maybe I will paint again.

Wanting to be better. This is not just wanting personal growth. That is a part of it but this is more.. this is the desire to be the best version of myself so that I may find myself worthy of their submission.

Wanting to do naughty things. I am a lover of beauty. And I need to be attracted to my submissive. But that is only part of this. It is also the mind behind the beauty. The intelligence and wit that pulls me in. It is the seductive way she looks at me. The deliberate movement ment to entice. Whispered words that heat my blood. A tease with promised rewards..

Wanting me. This is as important as any of the other things I have talked about. Maybe more. I need to know that it’s not just my skill or experience that she wants.. but the whole of me. I want my face to bring her joy, my touch.. exquisite pleasure. I want her to see me.. the way I see her. And want me just as badly.

I may have found such a woman.. she is beyond my expectations for my first three requirements. The last… only she can know. There are complications.. she is not yet free to come to me. Responsibility to care for someone who needs it binds her, and it is not a situation I can fix. I must be patient and wait. But she is worth waiting for. Only time will tell if I have made the right decision. But I think I have. I have not felt this way in a long… long… time. But who knows what the future holds. Maybe it will fade.. but I dont see that as likely. It is a rare thing indeed to find one such person in a lifetime. If given the chance.. I will not waste it.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Spanx

Bite your lip, this is going to sting.

Hand rests. Anticipation…

Skin, smothe as silk..

Beneath softest touch..

Curve and valley…

What beauty..

Betwixt my knees..

Wait no longer..

I am come…

Desires fulfilled..

With calloused hand..

Gentle smile..

Whispered words..

Ignite passion..

And wanton lust..

The hand falls..

Shocking sting….

Hips held steady..

Grind apon my knee..

Slow breath..

Again the flame..

Back arched..

Eyes like embers..

Burning with need..

A pale rose..

Dampens my thigh..

Exploring velvet petals..

All it takes is a touch..

And the words..

You are mine..

Best wishes -SirHanz

Salt.

Salt mist touched skin,

Tasting heat,

Along the pathway,

From collar to chin,

Teath drag furrows,

Across fields of delicious,

Sensation.

-SirHanz

The gray

Caught between two worlds..

Devil and angel slowly circle..

Neither giving ground..

And i.. I am them both..

Good man, kind soul, creator of light..

Unbowed, unbroken…

Bad man, twisted soul, revaling in the dark..

Unchained, broken…

The day is getting darker..

I sit zazen in the gray..

Starring down a beast in a cage..

I roar and rattle the bars..

I sit serene in an empty room..

I lust with music pounding the walls..

It’s not that I am two..

I am me.. one.. only..

It just depends on the angle..

Which side you see.