Feral in My Hands…Chosen, Not Performed!

[Be****]

Let me be blunt.
I’m not here for your performance.

I don’t care how neatly you kneel, how perfectly you say “yes, Sir,” or how many rules you’ve memorized from someone else’s protocol. That kind of submission doesn’t impress me...it exhausts me. I’ve seen too many people contort themselves into what they think a submissive is supposed to be. It's a script. A costume. A lie.

What I want is the version of you that scares you a little.
The one you only let out when it’s dark and no one’s watching.
The one who wants too much, feels too deep, and doesn't know how to make it smaller.

I want the brat who disobeys because she needs to know she’s held in the fallout.
The masochist who still flinches when I say she’s mine—not because she doesn’t want it, but because she does, and that vulnerability rattles her bones.
I want the girl who craves control but tests it anyway, just to feel the weight of it again. Just to know I won’t budge.

I don’t want to be obeyed because it’s expected. I want to be obeyed because you chose to give up the fight. Because you saw yourself clawing and spiraling and said, “Fuck, I need someone stronger than this storm in my chest.”

And I will be that someone but not for your curated version. Not for the good girl who smiles on command and moans on cue.

I want the trembling. The teeth. The truth.

I want the part of you that’s messy, contradictory, ashamed of how badly she needs to be ruined.
The part that lies awake wondering if she’ll ever be brave enough to give it all up.
The one who says “no” with her words and “please” with her pulse.

Because I don’t flinch when it gets ugly.
I lean in.
I strip it down.
And then I claim it.

That’s what I want.

Not the well-behaved pet.
Not the polished submissive.
Not the doll made for display.

I want the one who’s been locked in the back of your ribs for years.
The one you’re terrified to show.
The one who, once she’s finally seen, knows damn well she’s never going back in the box.

You give me her, and I will take her apart.
Slowly. Deliberately.
Until she’s feral in my hands and whispering thank you through her tears.

That’s the girl I want.
Not the good one.
The real one.

Beast.

[Sk****]

I definitely felt this, I have these “conversations” with myself all the time and sometimes I just feel so empty and misheard, like how can I express my true feelings of everything you just said to someone that doesn’t even understand the depth of this feeling, I just feel lost of words and patience when I meet a man claiming to be a true dom because it mostly been scripted conversations and adlibs that are so fake that they believe it and with that my “ beast” stays hidden and never gets to come out and play 😞 I need to let it out I just don’t feel safe/comfortable enough to ever let it show

[Se****]

Not many can handle it, despite their claims and protestations to the contrary but the desire and the need for this from the other side is strong. Your writing gives hope.

[Go****]

Beautifully described.
A Unicorn in the world of desire, for some, it seems! Let’s hope there are more of these types of people.

[Be****]

43 minutes ago, Skyemami said:

I definitely felt this, I have these “conversations” with myself all the time and sometimes I just feel so empty and misheard, like how can I express my true feelings of everything you just said to someone that doesn’t even understand the depth of this feeling, I just feel lost of words and patience when I meet a man claiming to be a true dom because it mostly been scripted conversations and adlibs that are so fake that they believe it and with that my “ beast” stays hidden and never gets to come out and play 😞 I need to let it out I just don’t feel safe/comfortable enough to ever let it show

@Skyemami , There is nothing wrong with the part of you that feels wild, deep, or hard to reach. What’s wrong is the absence of a presence strong enough to earn that side of you.
A real dominant doesn’t rush you.
He doesn’t script you.
He doesn’t ask you to prove anything.
He creates a space so grounded, so certain, that your walls stop fighting to stay up…
and your “beast” doesn’t have to be dragged out—
it steps forward on its own, because it finally feels safe.
So don’t mistake patience for emptiness.
Don’t mistake protection for weakness.
You are not too much.
You’ve simply never been met by someone steady enough to hold all of you.

[Be****]

29 minutes ago, SerendipitousKeeper said:

Not many can handle it, despite their claims and protestations to the contrary but the desire and the need for this from the other side is strong. Your writing gives hope.

@SerendipitousKeeper , You’re right—most can’t handle what they claim they want.
Words are easy. Presence is rare.
And you’ve already learned to feel the difference, even when you wished you couldn’t. You are exactly as you’re meant to be and the right man won’t try to tame that depth with pretty lines or hollow control. He’ll meet it with steadiness.
With certainty. With a strength that doesn’t need to announce itself.

[Be****]

14 minutes ago, GoodGirlBetterBrat said:

Beautifully described.
A Unicorn in the world of desire, for some, it seems! Let’s hope there are more of these types of people.

GoodGirlBetterBrat , rarity doesn’t mean impossibility , It means value…You already know the difference between illusion and presence.