Dominated angel25• Show poetry

My Name is Shelley and I recently come to learn I have split personality disorder
and continue to deal with sexual addiction~~


For anyone who deals with this, there is help:
http://www.sexaa.org/OurProgram/TheTwelveTraditions/

It is real and there are people that understand, get help.....

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I am crazy and out spoken, always smiling or laughing.
I can't lie very well so I just don't bother trying anymore lol.





~~~~ I AM ~~~~~


I am the cold in the wind,
the dark in the night,
I am the temptation that
you try to fight!
I am dance when you cry
and laughter to your tears,
I am the anger that feeds
you all your fears!
Surround me with warmth
and freeze to my stare,
take a look inside my
empty nowhere!
I am pleasure in your
pain and the taste when you lust,
I am the voice in your head,
I am lies you trust.
Touch if you may, taste if you dare,
I am everything and nothing,
I am your nightmare!


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CONTRACT KILLER


How poetic and sweet the vengeance of life
Griped tight in my hand is a double bladed knife.

Stab as I feel the grinding of something break,
was that your rib cadge I ask, now that’s pain you can't fake.

Do I leave as you bleed out gasping for air,
can't do that now, I must make it fair.

Lets play some more I say, with a smile on my face,
my blood stained hands gut your throat with such grace.

Gun in my hand as I cock to hear its sound,
through the knee it goes and you buckle to the ground.

what a mess I tend to make, please don’t beg or cry,
no matter what happens here, tonight you will die!

I shoot again and again, for its just to much fun,
oops, I must reload but I wont finish you with my gun.

Shall I make this good you ask, I guess you’ll have to wait and see,
but strapped between two cars, torn in half is where he’ll be.

Two down and with one to go,
I wonder if they ever know.

Someone like me is out there for the ones who cant fight,
someone like me will come, take back and make it right.

As I lean in to hear him beg and plead for his life,
I ask one thing, is that what you heard from your wife?

His eyes widen in fear, for he wont receive mercy from me,
and at this moment he knows, I’m the last face he'll ever see.

The last face is what I was called, in the papers and press,
No fingerprints, no hair, no me, just a mess.

I’m someone who’s around in the shadows, who’s out there tonight,
I’m out there for children and wives who couldn’t really fight.

So if you see me, please try not to run,
for me it just makes this game a lot more fun!



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(((~~~THE submissive CREED~~~)))


I am a submissive woman. I find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive to another in a loving relationship. I am not weak, or stupid. I am a strong woman, with firm views and a clear concept of what I want out of my life. I do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength.

I look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never am I more complete than when he is with me. I know that he will protect my body, my mind, and my soul with his strength and wisdom. He is everything to me, as I am everything to him. His touch awakens me and his thoughts free me. Only in serving him do I find complete freedom and joy.

His punishments are harsh, but I accept them thankfully, knowing that he has my bests interests always foremost in his mind. If he desires my body for pleasure, I shall joyfully give it to him, and take pleasure myself from knowing that I have brought him happiness. However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of any relationship. The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt, those are all parts of this relationship.

My body is his, and if he says I am beautiful, then I am. No matter what I look like to others, I am beautiful in his eyes, and because of that I hold my head high...for who can tell me that my Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in me? If he says I am his princess, then I am that...regal and graceful, and if I see laughter at me in the eyes of others, I do not recognize it, for who are they to call my Master wrong? If he says I am his toy, his slut, his tramp, then I am that...as wanton and dirty as he wants me to be, and if others do not see this, then it is they who are blind, not my Master.

My mind is his, to expand, to explore, to know as only he can. I have no secrets from him...for secrets are a thing that would keep me from being more perfectly his. Secrets would put a wall up between my Master and myself...and I do not want walls. His lessons are not always ones I would seek on my own, but they are lessons he has decided I need, and so I learn from him.

My soul is his, as bare to his touch as ever my skin could be when I kneel naked at his feet. Never a moment goes by when I do not feel his presence, be he miles away or standing over me. If I were to ever displease him, his displeasure would be a blow to my soul, worse punishment than any lashes could be. The anguish of my soul that I feel when I disappoint him is harder to bear than the physical anguish I feel when his belt caresses me with fire.

I spend my days knowing that the energy and thought he puts into our relationship is as much for my benefit as for his, and look forward to each lovingly crafted scene that we do together. His part is much harder than mine, and I know this and am grateful that he cares enough about me to spend his time and energy so freely on me. I have the easier job: to feel, to experience, to let myself go and abandon everything to him. I am his pleasure and his responsibility, and he takes both seriously.

I am a submissive woman. I am proud to call myself that. My submission is a gift that I do not give lightly, and can only be given to one who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold. Only to he who has that strength will I give myself fully, because I am strong and proud. I am a submissive woman.



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(((((THE submissive/slaves CREED))))




I will communicate with complete honesty my needs, desires, limits, and experience. I realize that failing to do so will not only prevent my Master and me from having the best experience possible, but can also lead to physical and emotional harm.

I will not try to manipulate my Master. I will not push to make a scene go the way I feel it should. In other words, I will not top from the bottom.

I will keep an open mind about tying things that I am uncomfortable with and expanding my limits. I will continue to grow as a submissive and as a human being.

I will accept the responsibility of discovering what pleases my Master, and will do my best to fulfill his wishes and desires.

I will not allow myself to be harmed or abused. I know that submissive does not equal a doormat.

I will be courteous and helpful to my fellow submissives. I will share my knowledge and experience with others in the hope that they will learn and benefit from where I have been. I will take time to help those new to the scene start out on the correct path.

I will be responsive to my Master. I will not try to hide what my mind and body are feeling so that I may assist him in his responsibilities as my authority. I know that Dominants are not telepaths, and will not expect my Mater to know thoughts or feelings which I do not share.

I will accept in the responsibility of a scene or relationship gone bad. I will not place total blame on my Master when it is not warranted simply because he is the Dominant. I realize that things may not work out as they should at times, and will do my best to put it behind me and move on.

I will give my gift of submission only to those that can responsibly accept and desire to receive. I will not place anyone in the position of "Topping me non-consensually, nor will I give my respect to someone that has not earned it.

I know that D/s is not a contest, and will never think myself a "better" submissive because I choose to submit on a different level than another. I will not be boastful of the experiences I have had as a submissive.

I will be obedient to my Master even if I disagree with what he is requesting. I realize he has my best interests at heart and often knows better than I what I need in a particular situation.

I know that my actions reflect upon my Master, and will do my best to help others see him in a positive way. I will not intentionally embarrass or displease my Master.

Above all, I will wear my title as submissive with honor. I will never cause others to think that being submissive means to be a weak or sub-human. I will take pride in who and what I am and will never show myself in a negative way.










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