… I spread my arms with my palms to the sky. I lifted my chin to expose my throat to her. I grinned. I closed my eyes.
I quietly said, “Bring it, woman.”
— Yardbird
*thump*
That’s me falling to the floor.
That line… that line… is the awesome brilliance…
*reads it again…*
I quietly said, “Bring it, woman.”
*thump*
Sometimes, there is a line, a look, a phrase that hits me just right, that swims around in my head for days, that I revisit and turn over and handle with glee until it is filthy dirty and used and even then I can’t stop looking at it, delighting over and over in it.
That line is the absolute awesome brilliance for me.
I quietly said, “Bring it, woman.”
*thump*
Thank you, Yardbird.
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– grins –
Sounds like a que to me
so where the bloody hell are you then ?
– is still hoping for the oven toaster –
Coug
bring the tea? , coffee?
Coug: “so where the bloody hell are you then ?”
I'm here, damn it! HERE! *dangles the oven toaster*
Ferns
Anonymous: “bring the tea? , coffee?”
*laugh* Poor dear anonymous… if you have to ask, you ain't never gonna get it brought!
Ferns
– smirks –
Anon you haven't quite grasped the D/s dynamic have you?
– makes grabby hands at the toaster –
Mine mine mine!
Coug
P.S. work sucks
“I lifted my chin to expose my throat to her”
For a kiss? For a collar? For whatever she may bring… very symbolic, very submissive.
Fern, in the last post You asked why we read this blog. Posts like this, that's why.
Steve
Or to have his throat cut
What ?
Just saying is all
Why are you all staring at me?
Coug
“Or have his throat cut”
Ahh yes that too. There in lies the most important dynamics of the true D/s relationship… trust
Steve
who or what is yardbird ?
Hmm *thump* sound of a coushion being used, some one being shoved to the floor or a punch bag? (a unruly sub?)
ID
Steve: “Fern, in the last post You asked why we read this blog. Posts like this, that's why.”
Oh, see, now I want to take total credit for that little vignette, but alas, I can't…
But I will take full credit for actually *posting* it… yay me!
Ferns
Coug: “Why are you all staring at me?”
No no… no staring… no-one is staring… nuh uh… no-one at all…
Ferns
Anonymous: “who or what is yardbird ?”
This, dear anonymous, is exactly the right question!
Yardbird is a lovely, dedicated and avid reader (ok, I made the 'dedicated and avid' bit up…) and commenter who kindly sent me something he had written because he thought I might like it.
The extract above… oh my yes… I really did like it more than just a little bit…
Come out, Yardbird, say hello, and take credit for the brilliance… *offers cookies*
Ferns
ID: “Hmm *thump* sound of a coushion being used, some one being shoved to the floor or a punch bag? (a unruly sub?)”
Hmmm… or perhaps…
“That's me falling to the floor.”
I wish I had actually clarified that in my post…
Oh wait…
I did! Heh.
Ferns
Yes Yard do come out I for one am intrigued (thats posh for nosey). Wny are you kneeling and offering your throat, yet calling her woman? Most interesting indeed. Though sadly no cookies for you from me you aren't toaster material alas. Oh and Ferns you were staring at my Perfect Arse(R) weren't you?
Coug
Coug: “Wny are you kneeling and offering your throat, yet calling her woman?”
You have to ask?!!! Because it is the absolute and utter and complete hotness…!!! *swoon, thump*
And yes, I am totally answering for Yardbird, I don't really care what his answer is!
“Oh and Ferns you were staring at my Perfect Arse(R) weren't you?”
*blush* Ok ok… yes, yes I was!
Ferns
– grins – MUWAHAAAHAA First my arse attracts your eye then you wonder more and THEN you are mine! And after that the toaster and all its shiney goodness. Oh and if a girl of mine called me woman heh well lets say a couple of hours kneeling on Lego might let her consider the
methods of correctly addressing her Mistress – flashes her Domme ID –
Coug
Ferns,
“Bring it, woman”
I think the white heat of this might be one of those things that, as a Domme, you'd only get if you had some idea of the deeper stuff involved in what makes a male sub tick. Rolled up in just those three words are pride, strength . . . a growl – but still, nonetheless, the idea that he's not just talking to a woman, but female force incarnate, to which he not only wants to, but must, submit.
I hate dissecting stuff in this way. He says all that in just two words. He didn't even capitalise 'woman' – no need for that sort of uptight textbook D/s protocol.
He tapped into an archetype of D/s, for my money. Takes a rare talent to tap into an archetype, even just once.
Anonymous: “Rolled up in just those three words are pride, strength . . . a growl…”
Your entire comment made me go “Yessss!!!!” You *so* get it, as does he!!!
I have also dissected it in my head to figure out why it is such perfection, but as you say, really, that is so completely and utterly unnecessary… It is just Oh. My. God. Hot. *happy sigh*
Ferns
I just don't see it that way myself – shrugs-
It has nothing to do with “no need for that sort of uptight textbook D/s protocol.”
I prefer a degree of courtesy and respect when being addressed by my companion pure and simple.
I'm anything but formal but I do have a Perfect Arse®
Coug
Coug: “I just don't see it that way myself… I prefer a degree of courtesy and respect when being addressed by my companion…”
I expect there would be a large contingent of the D/s community who would agree with you, who would see this as some form of disrespect. I totally don't… I see it as a whole bunch of things and *every single one of them* works for me.
I actually love that Yardbird has read me well enough to know that it would… good boy! *smile*
We all have different buttons, thank goodness… we are not a homogenous bunch of cardboard cutouts.
Ferns
Thank you for the nod Ferns. I'm no one special, just a jazz fan who likes D/s. I like to think about the emotions and chemistry in D/s more than the mechanics; that's I suppose the reason I love Ferns' work, and seem to connect with it.
You may have made it up Ferns, but I am indeed an avid and dedicated reader.
Coug- the informal address is a playful goad, a foil to the pose of utter surrender that the sub assumes at her feet. The paragraphs leading up to the line set the stage for it. She responds by driving him to the floor like a linebacker, and the story shifts at that point from potential energy to kinetic energy. Our humor and banter is never disrespectful, and it turns the energy between us into white hotness.
Oh, and I was looking at your arse too; and yes, yes it is perfect.
Yardbird: “Thank you for the nod Ferns.”
No no, thank *you* for the brilliance! It is head-swimmingly perfect… Oh yeah baby, you dare…
“You may have made it up Ferns, but I am indeed an avid and dedicated reader.”
I am glad to hear it, I hate it when I tell blatant, self serving lies.
Ferns
Yardbird see NOW it makes perfect sense, see that's all I needed to know. You write wonderfully from what I can see hon -glares at Fern – Post more damn it.
Me and my Perfect Arse® Thank you hon
Coug
Erm ah yeah I kind of missed the middle part *blushes*, must of got distrac……OOHHHHHHHHHH shiiinnnyy!!
ID
Coug: “-glares at Fern – Post more damn it.”
Nuh uh… This is *my* blog, he has his own blog where he can show off his hot pr0n and flirt with Perfect Arse® Dommes!!!
Ferns
ID: “Erm ah yeah I kind of missed the middle part *blushes*, must of got distrac……OOHHHHHHHHHH shiiinnnyy!!”
*laugh* Indeed…
*dangles shiny things…*
Ferns
– chuckles – Me flirt? Surely you jest! Anyway sadly Yardbird isn't my type…..
You however hehe
Coug
Great, now I'm in the mood to listen to sax and bite someone.
Makes me wonder what would happen if Yardbird had added:
“…bring me the pain lodged in the core of your heart…”