Decadent Submission

[miss entycing]

To extend my hand again to just One,
one craving unlike no other before
to give Him so freely,
without hesitation, without reserve,
that One
the One behind the masks...
who's boots i'll earn to kneel before
i crave to give my surrender.
my decadent reward that sweet heavy thud
only to His truth will I bow down to.
unspoken intensity, un-tamed souls
taken to long awaited edges,
pushing un-mentionable boundaries
only for His power will I bare my soul
yearning for twisted sanity
writhing within exquisite taunting
hauntingly familiar anticipation,
of His magnificent blade
beautifully restrained
only if He show's me truth..
The truth He will allow me to feel
without fear
drowning in my decadent sin.
He will make me believe
as only He can.
this craving of His fury, and this craving of souls
on His cross, i will bear His fates
it shall be my pleasure to earn my place.

[miss entycing]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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.

[chai~]

Originally Posted by miss entycing

craving One,
to.....
show me truth, even if it hurts
show me faith, though it burns
show me honor, though I desire fury
show me faith, when I beg for mercy
show me trust, even if I scream
show me love, through my tears
show me control, despite my fear....
show me... own me... take me...
rock me... tempt me...
create me... shake me... make me...
crave You.

<3 <3 <3 this!

[StoneOne]

Originally Posted by miss entycing

craving.
per Masterful deliberate instructions...
You to see Your canvas
under Your command
i paint Your picture
see me
gripping tighter
squeeze
for You.
green eyes hungry
devoted
reaching
for breath
not yet
see me fall from grace
for Your pleasure
instruct me
Masterful, powerful unspoken truth
as You demand
Syr.
craving.
You to allow me
to replace my hand
with Yours.
please.
Syr.

You are at you're best here!

[miss entycing]

Originally Posted by StoneOne

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.

Thanks very much!
it's nice when a reader can see it unfold.
i am currently submitting some things for a publishing company,
and in fact my Lil Red Riding Hood piece on the previous page is one they are considering,
and Bound, Blood Vow, and Walls... along with a few more from this thread.

Originally Posted by chai~

<3 <3 <3 this!

thank you kindly! i apprecitate that you took the time to read.

Originally Posted by StoneOne

You are at you're best here!

indeed, this one did speak to Syr.
thanks again for the kind words!
glad You are enjoying them.

[miss entycing]

"Standing strong, dues no longer owed, lovingly restrained within my own beautiful deviances,
awashed in shames no longer.... reaching, searching no more, allowing myself life....
i am home."


a small piece below of one of my new writings was left in the constant craving thread a few days ago...
the rest follows, thanks for reading, i hope it's enjoyed.

craving.
the Beast inside You
tearing, clawing, carving, binding, taking,
bleeding
all of me.
as You do.



First Cuts

decadent new wounds wash me clean
in Your sin, drenched in my blood
silkened canvas, bared in Your chains
You trace my soul as each cut binds me deeper into You
You own my screams
my tears decadent
deep, red, trickles of faith run down my flesh
they run to You, they scream for You
curved and sharpened is the cold steel of Your blade
as an aged pen, taken to silkened and welcoming parchment
i await this darkened masterpiece
each cut taking me into Your soul
each breath i am allowed to take belongs to You
You carve me to life
my body dances for You
delicate red, trickles flow onto steel and mix with Your Leather
my tears of lifes blood flow all around You
fierce is Your intent, each lash deeper, deliberate
wounds deepen for You
silkened flesh of Your one precious china doll opens before You
and You again take Your place inside my very being
carving out O/our place in life, O/our time of rapture
shredding my silence with screams of blood red faith
it's here at this moment, i sell my soul to You
and You devour each second of my sweet terror and submission
with the next cut
slicing through Your precious doll taken briefly from Your shelf
a lifetime will never be enough time to carve Your canvas
You claim Ownership of my soul
i offer to You deep, warm, red trickles
willingly, they fall upon polished boots, where You bid them to fall
tearing through my sin, You bring me to life
the life You allow me, the life i graciously submit to You
i belong to only You
my blood, i hand to You willingly and without hesitation
paint Your canvas my Lord
draw upon my flesh for strength
carve unto me a new life
in gentle, loving, safe and heavy hands
dust off this exquisite creature
Your china doll, i am
delicate, priceless, a treasure only You behold
allow me to rest upon Your shelf with new blood red stories
carved upon my skin
for only You to behold, to read
to feed upon
cold steel of Your magnificent blade drenched
in my love
warm, sweet and true
as the tears of red that reach for You, that fall for You
each decadent, and maddening drop- You catch
they belong to You
just as each breath i take, that i am allowed to take
belongs to You
carve Your canvas with my blood
Your blade belongs to me now
it carries my scent
new life awaits like no other before
stories of old come to life in Your hands
blood drenched chains rattle softly
speaking to You and i
the deeper You cut, the farther You step into my soul
i breathe You in because You allow me
this delicous burn of Your blade sates me
like nothing ever imagined
timeless this portrait shall become
gentle deep red stories
of beginnings
new life
painted in red.





(c) miss entycing 12/2011

[miss entycing]

that push.
roughly to my knees
that push.
that snaps my head back to behold Him
that push.
that takes all the breath that He desires from His hand at my throat
that push.
that drives me to take another 100 strikes, minimum
that push.
that calms me as my skin is carved to life under His blade
that push.
that never lets me forget i am owned, and i am at His mercy, though there is none.
that push.
that sates me to give my all, after i have given Him everything.
that push, that calms me...
that push
that brings me to life.

(c) miss entycing 9/2011

[miss entycing]

to be cast down
into that most decadent place
into the deepest darkest depths
of my own madness
and left there
bound
tattered
carved
shredded
taken
owned
for as long as demanded
as long as it takes
until i stop screaming
cast down
for as long as i need
to come back to life.

(c) miss entycing 9/2011

[rustedrims]

All of your writings are amazing..!!!..

My personal favorite is Walls..
I better stop there with my comment..
I feel a wolf aproaching behind me..
Gotta say it again -Walls- The best.!!. I love that..!!!.
That one needs published..

You are an amazing woman to be able to write like that..
I wish you the best on all your publishings..


s..

[miss entycing]

Originally Posted by rustedrims

All of your writings are amazing..!!!..

My personal favorite is Walls..
I better stop there with my comment..
I feel a wolf aproaching behind me..
Gotta say it again -Walls- The best.!!. I love that..!!!.
That one needs published..

You are an amazing woman to be able to write like that..
I wish you the best on all your publishings..


s..

thanks sweetie, i appreciate the kind words, and compliments.
glad you enjoyed them, and yeah.. Walls is one i am looking to throw out there soon i hope!


watch out for them wolves... trust me- i hear they're fierce.