Decadent Submission

miss entycing · 05-23-2011, 09:26 AM

enraptured
sweet decadence
chained and adored
sweet girl bared
beholden
steel cutting into silken flesh
she waits
first strike
imminent glory
twisted curved blade
descends
from behind
tracing patterns
sweet droplets
decadent blood red
kisses
along her skin
tracing new beginnings
carving life
awakening of soul
washed in sin
anew
life begins
again.

(c) miss entycing

miss entycing · 05-23-2011, 09:32 AM

i crave.
heightened senses.
smell.sense.touch.sight.mind.taste.control...all denied me.
knowing when the arm is raised to strike, before it ever is.
the decadent whoosh.
body dancing to meet each deep lash.
the hand at my throat, as my back hits the wall, all at once.
the glorious click behind my ear.
the ties that bind.
stiletto's scraping the wall, again.
command.
control.
obedience.
deep drop.
i crave.

(c) miss entycing

miss entycing · 06-03-2011, 06:48 PM

awakened
in the deep night
His presence
behind me
breath hot
"shhh... don't you dare move"
He says.
hands searching
running over silkened skin
softly
tracing out sweetness
He turns me without effort
arms roughly pulled up
restrained within His cuffs
His hand finds my throat
"I dare you to exhale My sweet"
He says, Sadistic eyes bare down on me from above
fingers roughened, and so demanding
damp
wetness found
teeth finding flesh
first thrust
waking me
pulling me out of slumber
for His pleasure
His hand at my throat
every glorious inch of Him buried inside me
taking what is His
"if you exhale, i will stop, and you'll pay a high price"
He growls from above,
as teeth find my nipples,
i dare not cry out
for fear of losing my prize
steel tip of sharpened blade finds my cheek
soft kisses of cold steel along my jaw
with each thrust
He takes the blade deeper into my flesh
as His grip tightens at my throat
i am re-born
delicate lines, drops of red
seeping over my belly
like blood red tears of faith
green eyes hooded.. daring myself to give more
He watches me
i see His eyes change
and i know He is taking me there
falling
His hand at my throat
bringing me to life
washing me clean with His sin
brand new
i begin
with new breath
He allows me to breathe.

(c) miss entycing

miss entycing · 06-11-2011, 09:47 PM

Blood Vow.

deep in her mind
she's restless
searching
for new faiths
deviant edges craved
glory of decadent pain she seeks
One to sate her sweet sins
she reaches into the depths
of her fates
and what they hold
for her
there You are
watching her every move
stalking silent
deadly desires await
maddeningly
in Your thoughts
her energy coarses through Your veins
taunting, tempting Your power
she calls to You
to the Sadistic edges
of Your mind
You feel her
and You wait
and she comes
she reaches for You
reaches inside
of You
beckoning Your heavy hand
at her throat
raw, brute force brings You
through her defenses
as she's slammed to the wall
to Your wall
where she belongs
where You want her
trembling under Your hand
wrapped around her throat
Sadistic eyes above her
penetrating emotional energy
deep, intense
fucking her mind
penetrating her soul
daring her to defy
low, deep growls
whispered into her sweet, silkened neck
telling of her fate
sinking teeth deep
swift, fast
she knows not to cry out
He listens to her soul scream
and He smiles
and His grip tightens
bringing her to life
for His pleasure
swift
she's turned
facing His wall
her arms roughly pulled above her head
shackled, suspended from new chains
His chains
locked tight
to Him
behind her, His breath hot
demanding
'Don't you fucking move'
commanding
she remains still
head snapped back
sharp intake of breath
escapes
and she trembles
anticipating
her fate
they lie in His hands now
click.
she feels it before she ever hears it
sweet burn along her exposed neck
He descends...
His blade finds it's mark
she is his sweet prey
and she knows
that He is carving His ownership
into her skin
patterns form
mixed within her blood
and His sin
bared canvas
offered
to Him
willingly
without hesitation
this is where she sells her soul
to Him
with her blood.
her vow
sealed within His sin
under His blade
she belongs
to only Him
her soul begs Him
to make her new again
He smiles.

(c) miss entycing. 6/2011.

miss entycing · 06-12-2011, 06:35 PM

Walls.

79th floor. penthouse
sun setting through glass walls
city coming to life outside below her
sweet girl settles in
briefcase tossed to the floor
keys on the table
she reaches for the wine and glass
decadent, bold aroma fills her senses
first taste on her full red lips
she smiles
and her mind begins to release
stilettos clicking across marble floors
silk suit jacket unbuttoned
now lying across the wing backed chair
as she walks by
stopping briefly, short skirt unzipped
from the back... hitting the floor at her feet
she steps out of it
regal in her Leather corset
garters, stockings and black stiletto's
the beautiful blonde mound between her legs
perfect, and moist from her sinful thoughts
of Him
of seeing Him again
of His control.. His power
and her mind that He devours with mere thought
soft, blonde hair pinned up
glasses tilted just so
she stretches... and softly sighs
thru the door to the bedroom she walks
slowly, deliberately.. she pauses
and her green eyes fill with wonder
reflected off the glass walls
that seperate her from the evening sky
she sees His shadow
watching her from a darkened corner
lying in wait
she trembles
tongue licking full red lips
her breath catches
as He rises.
she's in awe as He comes across the room
it takes hours it seems, but it is mere seconds
He stands before her
closer and closer He looms
beckoning with deep eyes
while forcing her back to the cool, thick glass wall
His gloved hand reaches to touch her face
tracing its softness
and pulls the ivory hair clip from her hair
He steps back to watch it fall
around her shoulders
and reaches for her neck...
collar in hand, He lifts His eyes to her
and she raises her hair to receive His gift
lovingly, and with deliberate intent, He fastens it around her
and puts His hand at her chin, turing her head away,
he growls softly
'you are mine, never forget that'
and drives His hand inside her
furiously, He is hungry for her wetness, her sin
against the glass wall
His fist devours His sweet girl
shes spread before Him
bared against the glass,
for all the heavens to behold
corset falls to the floor
at His insistence
He takes her
and turns her roughly
pressing her hands to the glass
she loses her sense of sight
as He takes it from her
pulled tightly across her face
decadent deprivation
gloved hand on the back of her neck
He warns her
' if you move, you will suffer a high price, do you understand me?'
'Yes Sir'
she hears Him breathing
and He is reflected in the glass wall shes pressed to..
she feels Him there
below her, the city lights glow
and she's mesmerized by the decadent anticipation
of her next fate
at His hands
heavy thud strikes her silkened back
delicious, heavy Leather strips claim her
again, again.
'count, my sweet little bitch!'
He demands
and she begins..
90, 95, 98...
'I will not be done soon, know this'
127, 133, 139
precious pain
taking her to heights only imagined
edges long craved.. but only in her mind
she climbs
deeper, faster and harder
with each lash, deeper than the next
then silence
head snapped back
to His reality
He is there at her ear
'are you still with me my sweet girl?'
'Yes Sir'
'then you haven't had enough have you?'
shes spun around
and His hand grips her throat
as the other drives deep inside of her
fist fucking her
choking life from her
as she's re-born
for Him, to Him
ravaged skin at her back,
against the cool glass wall
she drops
deep
under His hand
she is owned
He squeezes once more.

(c) miss entycing 6/2011.

StoneOne · 11-14-2011, 03:28 AM

u write is exceptional. For me the story comes to life. I want to Thank u for sharing. I hope to read more soon. U should be published.

05-23-2011, 09:26 AM	#1
miss entycing Senior Member How Do You Identify?: dangerous, but worth the risk. Preferred Pronoun?: just be nice.. it's that easy. Relationship Status: CapitalM's carved upon my skin. Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: on the southern edge of sanity, under a carolina moon. Posts: 3,276 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 8,341 Thanked 8,262 Times in 2,254 Posts Rep Power: 21474855	enraptured sweet decadence chained and adored sweet girl bared beholden steel cutting into silken flesh she waits first strike imminent glory twisted curved blade descends from behind tracing patterns sweet droplets decadent blood red kisses along her skin tracing new beginnings carving life awakening of soul washed in sin anew life begins again. (c) miss entycing __________________ True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate their life, through devotion, to something beyond themselves. Whenever someone awakens fully, it affects human consciousness at a collective level. It is like dropping a stone into a dark murky pond. Ripples of light... Not one word need be spoken.

05-23-2011, 09:32 AM	#2
miss entycing Senior Member How Do You Identify?: dangerous, but worth the risk. Preferred Pronoun?: just be nice.. it's that easy. Relationship Status: CapitalM's carved upon my skin. Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: on the southern edge of sanity, under a carolina moon. Posts: 3,276 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 8,341 Thanked 8,262 Times in 2,254 Posts Rep Power: 21474855	i crave. heightened senses. smell.sense.touch.sight.mind.taste.control...all denied me. knowing when the arm is raised to strike, before it ever is. the decadent whoosh. body dancing to meet each deep lash. the hand at my throat, as my back hits the wall, all at once. the glorious click behind my ear. the ties that bind. stiletto's scraping the wall, again. command. control. obedience. deep drop. i crave. (c) miss entycing __________________ True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate their life, through devotion, to something beyond themselves. Whenever someone awakens fully, it affects human consciousness at a collective level. It is like dropping a stone into a dark murky pond. Ripples of light... Not one word need be spoken.

06-03-2011, 06:48 PM	#3
miss entycing Senior Member How Do You Identify?: dangerous, but worth the risk. Preferred Pronoun?: just be nice.. it's that easy. Relationship Status: CapitalM's carved upon my skin. Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: on the southern edge of sanity, under a carolina moon. Posts: 3,276 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 8,341 Thanked 8,262 Times in 2,254 Posts Rep Power: 21474855	awakened in the deep night His presence behind me breath hot "shhh... don't you dare move" He says. hands searching running over silkened skin softly tracing out sweetness He turns me without effort arms roughly pulled up restrained within His cuffs His hand finds my throat "I dare you to exhale My sweet" He says, Sadistic eyes bare down on me from above fingers roughened, and so demanding damp wetness found teeth finding flesh first thrust waking me pulling me out of slumber for His pleasure His hand at my throat every glorious inch of Him buried inside me taking what is His "if you exhale, i will stop, and you'll pay a high price" He growls from above, as teeth find my nipples, i dare not cry out for fear of losing my prize steel tip of sharpened blade finds my cheek soft kisses of cold steel along my jaw with each thrust He takes the blade deeper into my flesh as His grip tightens at my throat i am re-born delicate lines, drops of red seeping over my belly like blood red tears of faith green eyes hooded.. daring myself to give more He watches me i see His eyes change and i know He is taking me there falling His hand at my throat bringing me to life washing me clean with His sin brand new i begin with new breath He allows me to breathe. (c) miss entycing __________________ True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate their life, through devotion, to something beyond themselves. Whenever someone awakens fully, it affects human consciousness at a collective level. It is like dropping a stone into a dark murky pond. Ripples of light... Not one word need be spoken.

06-11-2011, 09:47 PM	#4
miss entycing Senior Member How Do You Identify?: dangerous, but worth the risk. Preferred Pronoun?: just be nice.. it's that easy. Relationship Status: CapitalM's carved upon my skin. Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: on the southern edge of sanity, under a carolina moon. Posts: 3,276 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 8,341 Thanked 8,262 Times in 2,254 Posts Rep Power: 21474855	Blood Vow. deep in her mind she's restless searching for new faiths deviant edges craved glory of decadent pain she seeks One to sate her sweet sins she reaches into the depths of her fates and what they hold for her there You are watching her every move stalking silent deadly desires await maddeningly in Your thoughts her energy coarses through Your veins taunting, tempting Your power she calls to You to the Sadistic edges of Your mind You feel her and You wait and she comes she reaches for You reaches inside of You beckoning Your heavy hand at her throat raw, brute force brings You through her defenses as she's slammed to the wall to Your wall where she belongs where You want her trembling under Your hand wrapped around her throat Sadistic eyes above her penetrating emotional energy deep, intense fucking her mind penetrating her soul daring her to defy low, deep growls whispered into her sweet, silkened neck telling of her fate sinking teeth deep swift, fast she knows not to cry out He listens to her soul scream and He smiles and His grip tightens bringing her to life for His pleasure swift she's turned facing His wall her arms roughly pulled above her head shackled, suspended from new chains His chains locked tight to Him behind her, His breath hot demanding 'Don't you fucking move' commanding she remains still head snapped back sharp intake of breath escapes and she trembles anticipating her fate they lie in His hands now click. she feels it before she ever hears it sweet burn along her exposed neck He descends... His blade finds it's mark she is his sweet prey and she knows that He is carving His ownership into her skin patterns form mixed within her blood and His sin bared canvas offered to Him willingly without hesitation this is where she sells her soul to Him with her blood. her vow sealed within His sin under His blade she belongs to only Him her soul begs Him to make her new again He smiles. (c) miss entycing. 6/2011. __________________ True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate their life, through devotion, to something beyond themselves. Whenever someone awakens fully, it affects human consciousness at a collective level. It is like dropping a stone into a dark murky pond. Ripples of light... Not one word need be spoken.

06-12-2011, 06:35 PM	#5
miss entycing Senior Member How Do You Identify?: dangerous, but worth the risk. Preferred Pronoun?: just be nice.. it's that easy. Relationship Status: CapitalM's carved upon my skin. Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: on the southern edge of sanity, under a carolina moon. Posts: 3,276 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 8,341 Thanked 8,262 Times in 2,254 Posts Rep Power: 21474855	Walls. 79th floor. penthouse sun setting through glass walls city coming to life outside below her sweet girl settles in briefcase tossed to the floor keys on the table she reaches for the wine and glass decadent, bold aroma fills her senses first taste on her full red lips she smiles and her mind begins to release stilettos clicking across marble floors silk suit jacket unbuttoned now lying across the wing backed chair as she walks by stopping briefly, short skirt unzipped from the back... hitting the floor at her feet she steps out of it regal in her Leather corset garters, stockings and black stiletto's the beautiful blonde mound between her legs perfect, and moist from her sinful thoughts of Him of seeing Him again of His control.. His power and her mind that He devours with mere thought soft, blonde hair pinned up glasses tilted just so she stretches... and softly sighs thru the door to the bedroom she walks slowly, deliberately.. she pauses and her green eyes fill with wonder reflected off the glass walls that seperate her from the evening sky she sees His shadow watching her from a darkened corner lying in wait she trembles tongue licking full red lips her breath catches as He rises. she's in awe as He comes across the room it takes hours it seems, but it is mere seconds He stands before her closer and closer He looms beckoning with deep eyes while forcing her back to the cool, thick glass wall His gloved hand reaches to touch her face tracing its softness and pulls the ivory hair clip from her hair He steps back to watch it fall around her shoulders and reaches for her neck... collar in hand, He lifts His eyes to her and she raises her hair to receive His gift lovingly, and with deliberate intent, He fastens it around her and puts His hand at her chin, turing her head away, he growls softly 'you are mine, never forget that' and drives His hand inside her furiously, He is hungry for her wetness, her sin against the glass wall His fist devours His sweet girl shes spread before Him bared against the glass, for all the heavens to behold corset falls to the floor at His insistence He takes her and turns her roughly pressing her hands to the glass she loses her sense of sight as He takes it from her pulled tightly across her face decadent deprivation gloved hand on the back of her neck He warns her ' if you move, you will suffer a high price, do you understand me?' 'Yes Sir' she hears Him breathing and He is reflected in the glass wall shes pressed to.. she feels Him there below her, the city lights glow and she's mesmerized by the decadent anticipation of her next fate at His hands heavy thud strikes her silkened back delicious, heavy Leather strips claim her again, again. 'count, my sweet little bitch!' He demands and she begins.. 90, 95, 98... 'I will not be done soon, know this' 127, 133, 139 precious pain taking her to heights only imagined edges long craved.. but only in her mind she climbs deeper, faster and harder with each lash, deeper than the next then silence head snapped back to His reality He is there at her ear 'are you still with me my sweet girl?' 'Yes Sir' 'then you haven't had enough have you?' shes spun around and His hand grips her throat as the other drives deep inside of her fist fucking her choking life from her as she's re-born for Him, to Him ravaged skin at her back, against the cool glass wall she drops deep under His hand she is owned He squeezes once more. (c) miss entycing 6/2011. __________________ True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate their life, through devotion, to something beyond themselves. Whenever someone awakens fully, it affects human consciousness at a collective level. It is like dropping a stone into a dark murky pond. Ripples of light... Not one word need be spoken.

11-14-2011, 03:28 AM	#6
StoneOne Timed Out How Do You Identify?: StoneOne Preferred Pronoun?: SyrDamon Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: Washington State Posts: 462 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 9,965 Thanked 1,441 Times in 382 Posts Rep Power: 0	The way u write is exceptional. For me the story comes to life. I want to Thank u for sharing. I hope to read more soon. U should be published.