Michelle Fegatofi

There has been a rash of BDSM Lifestyle groups, pages and accounts closings over the past few months and apparently it hasn't stopped. The following poem is to all those haters that keep trying to come after us for no reason. We will always be back!

STILL STANDING!

BDSM is Sensual, Kinky, and Deep. 

It’s with you when you are awake or asleep.

Pictures, stories, and pages on the web abound,

So many trolls always trying to take us down!

Back up and running, with nary a scratch,

Stronger than ever, especially after a rough patch. 

Haters too scared to confront us face to face,

Going behind our backs to make their case. 

Why not try to become an adult troll 

Crawl on out of your little dark hole.

Any time, Any place, Any where you want meet,

I am more than ready for a verbal greet.

When you are no longer scared of the world at large,

and want to come out of hiding to take charge.

We are here, we are waiting, just wanting to see

Who the coward behind the internet mask might be. 

You know me, my friends, and followers as well,

And the one message from all of us is GO TO HELL!

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When I finally voiced my cravings, I didn't know what to think 

I stood there for many weeks, right on the brink. 

Not really understanding the feelings I felt inside 

Knowing I could no longer bury them and hide. 

These needs I had couldn't possibly be normal

Society teaches us that sex is supposed to be formal. 

Craving to be on my knees, 

Serving a Master and wanting to please.

Desires for spankings and to do as I was told

But could I find the courage and be that bold? 

After much research and conversation with others like me, 

I found out there was a huge community! 

Honesty and respect I learned from them 

Are the foundations of a lifestyle called BDSM.

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I Am A Submissive Woman

i find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive

to my Master 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 will look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never

will i be 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 may be harsh, but i accept them thankfully,

knowing that He has my best 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 O/our 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.

If He says i am His precious jewel,

then i am that…a beautiful, sparkling gem.

If He says that i am His pet, His slut, His whore, then i am that..

as wanton and dirty as He wants me to be.

My mind is His, to expand, to explore, to know only as 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 that 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 any physical anguish i feel.

i 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 the One who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold.

Only to my Master who has that strength, will i give myself fully,

because i am strong and proud.

i am a submissive woman.

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ALLOW THIS SLAVE...
by Michelle Fegatofi

the Patience to serve His every need
the Grace to make Him proud

the Strength to submit myself completely
the Wisdom to learn from His guidance

the Character to accept all punishments
the Serenity to please Him above all else

the Security to open my inner soul to Him
the Capacity to love Him unconditionally

the Happiness to be His.

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The following is a poem I wrote about Freedom of Choice.

We should be able to live and express our lifestyle on the internet and in the open if we so choose, just as any other group (religious, political, etc...) does.

Freedom to you is the ability to do anything you please.
Freedom to me is the ability to serve my Master on my knees.

Freedom to you takes you to any place you want to go.
Freedom to me keeps me bound, close to my Master,
with my head bent low.

Freedom to you gives you the right to make
all the decisions for your life.
Freedom to me means that all decisions are made for me
to keep me happy, safe and away from all strife.

Freedom to you gives you the right to dress any way you want.
Freedom to me is dressing in the clothes only Master has bought.

Freedom to you is expressing yourself in any way,
no matter how wrong or right.
Freedom to me is always expressing myself
in ways that always reflect on my Master in a positive light.

Freedom of expression, choices and life,
are vast and different from one person to another.
But that Freedom does not give us the right to judge each other.

My choice, my life, my service as a BDSM slave
I should not have to deal with the constant backlash
from the huge moralistic wave.

When that choice is constantly challenged,
trying to silence my right to be heard,
Then Freedom of choice is no freer than a beautifully caged bird.
My right to be heard, my right to be proud,
My right to live openly as the collared submissive slave that I am.

To me this is real Freedom and this is my right.
And until we as a community are either accepted or left alone,
I will not bow down or give up the fight.

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A Loving Master

by Michelle Fegatofi

When I am serving Him, I am free,

When I am kneeling to Him, I am me.

When I feel His pride in my submission, I am elated,

When I know He is happy, the pride I feel inside can’t be stated.

When He looks at me with love and authority, my soul soars,

When He puts His hand on my head, he touches me to my core.

When I’m flying high, He tethers me to the ground,

When I am scared, He protects me all around.

When I am weak, He always gives me His strength,

When I need to talk, He always listens to me at length.

When I doubt myself, He always holds me high,

When I am in tears, He holds me tight and lets me cry. 

He is my Master, my one and true guide, 

He is the only one from whom I will never have a reason to hide. 

He is the center, the one that my world revolves around, 

He is the one to whom I will always and forever remain bound.

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My second anniversary of being with Padrone Marco Fegatofi is coming up in 9 days and inspired me to write this new poem.
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The only thing that can truly bind
a submissive heart tight,
Is the guiding hand of a Dominant
from the darkness into the light.

It's not ropes or chains that truly bind,
It's the honor of service from deep within.
It's not a collar or title that make me stay,
It's the need I have, to serve Him.

To be a sub or a slave is an internal call,
If you don't feel that need, you will surely fall.
Bound flesh, can be forced to do their will
But your mind can never be forced to kneel.

You see, true submission is in your heart,
It is something you feel from the start.
A need to serve, to please and to bend,
Never wanting the feeling of submitting to end.

You soul is caught and you don't even fight,
Because being bound like this, you know is right.

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A master's love is like a ring
Endless love that makes a girl sing.
It comes from the heart,
And with it one is never apart.

A master's love is like a collar,
An endless circle of love making one holler.
A master's love is like a river,
More precious than silver.

A master's love is like a slave bracelet,
An endless love, we will never let it.
A master's love is like the ankle bracelet,
never-ending, endless joy never letting.

A master's love is like a wedding ring,
Infinite and priceless, making both sing.
A master's love is a circle of endless love,
A priceless treasure, sent from the Heaven's above.

Time may change, aging state of grace,
But bound together, never losing pace.
A master's love never weakens,
It flows like the river, and only deepens.

A Master's love cleanses the soul,
Healing old wounds as it flows.
A love more precious than anything,
Gold, silver, more precious than things.

A master's love burns deep and hot,
Burning away the doubts of what we are not.
A master's love can never die,
For it is never-ending, and that is no lie.

So what is a Master's love?
Each of us knows it, a gift from above.
A priceless treasure,
That brings endless pleasure.

And what of a slave's love you ask?
It is shown in praise as she does what He asks.
A deep endless joy, endless craving
Deepening surrender, life worth saving.

And what of Love to each other you ask?
A fire hot and bright, does one have to ask?
It burns hotter than the sun, brighter than the stars
A bond that never ends, long after we go to the stars.

And what of those lost mates where is love?
It is shown always high above.
For it is in each star shining bright,
Brightly shining in eternal light.

So what is love to each of you?
How does it mold and shape each part of you?
Look deep inside the heart when in doubt it is there,
For it always will be, Love is always there.

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Floggy the Ho Man
Had a jolly happy pole
With an 8 inch length
And a 4 inch girth
And 2 balls hung down below

Floggy the Ho Man
Is a "fairy tail" they say
He was such a ho
But the Dommes know
He's a bi sub not just gay

There must have been some magic
In that old black mask they found
For when they strapped it on his head
He began to dance around

Floggy the Ho Man
Was alive as he could be
And the Doms all say
He could laugh and flay
Just the same as you and me

Floggy the Ho Man
Knew the brand was hot that day
So he said let's run
And we'll have some fun
Now before I bond away

Down to the village
With a switch held in his hand
Running here and there all around the square
Saying cane me if you can

He led them down the streets of town
Right to the traffic cop
Who slapped him soundly with his hand
and made him scream and hop

Floggy the Ho Man
Had to hurry on his way
But he waved goodbye
Saying don't you cry
You can spank again some day

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Every Dom, every subbie all like Christmas a lot…

But Grimly,Who lived in the remote north, Did NOT!

Grimly hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!

Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason.

It could be his head wasn’t screwed on just right,

It could be, perhaps, that his leathers were too tight.

But I think that the most likely reason to explain all of that,

May have been that his subbie was just too much of a brat.

Whatever the reason, His clothes or his girl,

He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the world,

Staring down from his dungeon with a sour, Grimly frown,

He eyed up his girl in her long latex gown.

For he knew she was a good girl down beneath,

Though she would deny it, and lie through her teeth:

“I wont obey you!” she snarled with a sneer,

“Even though its Christmas! I have no fear!”

Then he growled, with his Grimly fingers nervously drumming,

“behave or I’ll stop YOU and Christmas from coming!”

For Tomorrow, he knew, what lie in his sack,

A chastity belt that would tie up her cunt and her crack!

And the she would scream and beg and she’d plead!

She’d gladly allow him to drag her around on a lead!

She would want to please him and to obey,

In return for him granting orgasm and play!



And the more Grimly thought of this devious plan,

The more he thought, “I must do what I can!”

“Why, for three years I’ve put up with it now!”

”This Christmas I’ll have a good girl! But HOW?”

Then he got an idea! A deviousl idea!

Grimly GOT A deviously, sadistic IDEA!”

I know just what to do!” The Grim laughed in his throat.

And he pulled on a Santy Claus hat and a coat.

And he chuckled, and clucked, “What a great Grimly trick!”

“With this coat and this hat, I look just like Saint Nick!”

“All I need is a reindeer…” Grimly looked around.

But, since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.

Did that stop the old Grimly? No! The Grim simply said,

“If I can’t find a reindeer, she’ll be one instead!”

So he dressed his girl up in her pony gear,

With her head harness tied tight round her ears.

THEN He put on her antlers she was bound nice and tight ,

Grim proclaimed “ you’ll be a good girl tonight!’.

Then Grimly said, “Giddap!” And she pranced around,

As he looked at his girl, all nicely bound.

He knew that in bondage she gets quite spacy,

Quite turned on, horny and rather quite racy!

“I‘ll have you where I Want”he proclaimed with a shout

“I will do what I can to knock this brattiness out!”



“Oh yes my girl,” the old Grimly Claus hissed,

As he took out her bit gag and gave her a kiss.

She was spacy and floating away somewhere,

Forgetting she was dangerously in his lair.

And in his control and under his power,

He would make her submit and grovel and cower.

He undid her harness and said with a grin,

‘Here’s my Christmas bondage sack, I’m putting you in!’’

And then in the morning I’ll have the best present ever!”

”A spacy girl in bondage who wants to endeavour,

To obey me and please me and do what she can,

To make me the happiest dominant man!”

He laid her down in his Christmas sack,

Making sure the restraints were tight, he didn’t like slack.

Why, that Grimly even wired her ass and her pussy,

He liked her pain to be fancy, in that way he’s fussy!

“And NOW!” grinned the Grimly, “I will start the transformation!”

”Tomorrow you’ll be the best sub in the nation!”

And he turned on the juice and turned up the power,

As the clocked ticked round to the midnight hour.

She screamed, she groaned and she begged :

”Please Master, I’ll be good, I’ll be good instead,

“I’ll change my ways, I’ll be a good girl,

This Christmas please I’ll give you the world”



“I cant stop Christmas coming, but I can control you,

And if you’re honest you do love that too!”

”You like to feel helpless and under my spell,

Even though to you I’m the bastard from hell!”

“If you want to orgasm then beg me now!”

”Please master’ she begged ‘please, please oooh oww!”

’I want to know that I’ll get what I want’ Grimly said,

”When I open my sack and let you into my bed,

As its Christmas I’ll be nice and you may cum

As I have to admit, with you I have fun!”

’But’ grimly said ‘you have to be good from now on’’

or tomorrow till next Christmas, the belt I will don!”

’Oh no please Master, dont lock me in that!”

“it’s really uncomfortable and makes me look fat!”

Grimly grinned and he said ‘well that is up to you,

be good and it’ll still be easy to go to the loo!”

“But that is the threat,” grinned Grimly, “that you have to hear!”

That is what’ll happen if you’re not good this year!”

’Yes master’ she said ‘I promise this now,

I’ll do what you want, but please tell me how,

You’ve managed to cast this spell over me,

I really am confused over how this could be!”

”Well my dear its simple, I want you to behave

and enjoy your fantasy of being my SLAVE!”

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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse;
The paddles were hung in the cupboard with care,
In hopes that her bottom soon would be bare;

The children were nestled at grandma's in bed,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her nightie, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long discipline chat,




When out of her mouth there arose such a clatter,
I sat on the bed as she sassed "Hey what's the matter?"
I pulled her across my knee in a flash,
Pulled up her nightie to bare her cute ass.

Her bottom was white as the new-fallen snow
But would soon give way to the luster of a healthy red glow,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a large wooden paddle, to redden her rear,

With long hard swings, both lively and quick,
She knew in a moment it won't be a picnic.
In rapid succession the paddling came,
I shouted, and called out her no-nos by name;

"Now, SASSING! Now, LYING! And STAYING UP LATE!"
I paddled her hard and continued her fate.
She begged and she pleaded and I knew she would bawl!
Her bottom, her thighs I covered them all!

As I held her down tight I listened to her cry,
When the paddle met her, there were tears in her eyes,
So I spanked and I spanked and the paddle it flew,
With the lecture of love that came with it too.

The wiggling and kicking of each little foot
The paddle would soon make her little ass cook.
As I drew back the paddle, again it was sound,
Down on her bottom it came with a bound.

She was beautiful and sexy, from her head to her foot,
But her soul was all tarnished like ashes and soot;
A bundle of guilt she had on her back,
I took them away with each paddle wack.

Her eyes -- how they twinkled! With tears that weren't merry!
Her cheeks were red as roses, her thighs like a cherry!
Her beautiful hair was drawn up in a bow,
And her bottom was now not as white as the snow;

I let her get up and put the paddle on the shelf,
I kissed her and I love her more then myself;
A wink of my eye and a twist of my head,
Soon let her know it was now time for bed;

I spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
I tucked her in bed; then turned with a jerk,
And laying my finger aside of my nose,
And thinking inside, "She's as red as a rose";

Now discipline is not as easy as a whistle,
And it won't go away like the down of a thistle.
Now to all of you who love spankings so dear,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A RED REAR!

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The true beauty of submission does not lay within the body of the submissive,

But in the heart of the submissive.

The beauty of giving up control.

The beauty of complete trust.

The beauty of complete honesty

The beauty of the freedom by being bound to your Master.

That is the true beauty of Submission.

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Ok, I don't normally post stuff like this, but a funny poem came to me when I was listening to a Dolemite sound-byte on Youtube.
Hope you laugh and enjoy!

Dominant, submissive, slave, or switch,

We all just a kinky son of a bitch….

Whips and chains, crops and hands too,

Gonna whip that ass, til it turns blue…

Leather and Latex and collars galore,

Got grown ass men kneeling on the floor…

People in chains or tied with some rope,

Somebody just bent over and got a pussy grope…

Swings, crosses, stocks and tables,

People using all kinds of props if they able…

What is this thing called that we don’t practice just on a whim?

It’s safe, sane and consensual... BDSM.

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The light in your eyes always shines so bright,

Even during the darkest part of the night.

The light in your heart is always burning bright for me,

The light in your soul warms me up in ways I never knew could be.

The warmth of your arms keep me snuggled close and safe,

The heat of your breath on my neck reminds me, I'm protected in your warm embrace.

The warmth of your heart is all I will ever need,

That warmth that makes me crave to always follow your lead.

That smile that you send my way when you think I'm not aware,

Shows me how deeply you love me and how much you really care.

That laugh that is so full and loud and used to be so rare,

Oh how I love hearing you laugh so robust with no cares!

Though teasing and jokes and playfulness are plentiful,

You become my rock when I’m sick and treat me so careful.

You caresses my head and worry when I'm not well

You hold me tight and tell me not to dwell.

The love I see from those gorgeous green eyes,

The love we share, that anyone looking spies.

All of these things make you so wonderful and dear

And I will forever hold you close and keep you near.

You are buried deep inside my heart and deep inside my soul, I will never again be empty nor ever feel old.

The kind of love I carry for you, makes me feel forever young, As the hands of time tick by, my soul will remember the song it sung.

My love is lasting, it is forever and it is true.

It's that once in a lifetime love, that always shines through.

Through distance or separation, truly through anything that may be.

My love for you will never falter, for my love and soul is yours for eternity.

by Michelle Fegatofi

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Original Submissive Prayer by Michelle Fegatofi

I give You my body, to do with what You may

I give you my mind, that will always do as You say.

I give you my trust, to keep me protected from all

I give you my heart, to keep and surround if I ever fall.

I promise you my loyalty, I will never stray from your side

I promise you my honesty, Nothing from you will I ever hide.

I give you my soul, for only you can make me fly higher

I give you my freedom, to keep chained as long as you desire.

I give you me, All that I am, All that I will ever be.

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I was inspired to write something that describes how my Padrone (Master) makes me feel. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Share if you like!

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