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She is free to run..run and fly in fields of Gold !
Owned by LordPainEuphoria my handsome HusDom
The power of submission
lies not in the ability to kneel before another,
to give over one's body
or in the wearing of a collar.
The power of submission
can be found only in the heart
of one who gives her love to another freely
knowing what joy and pain will come from it.
Mastery does not reside in a collar.
Nor is it found in the hard steel of a chain
Or the supple sinews of a whip.
Mastery is not contained within iron bars
Nor through the compliant posture
Of an obedient girl.
These things are superfluous.
Mastery is found in the adoring gaze of a girl
When you're not looking....and she adores Him !
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Before you entered my life,
I was lost
My tormented soul spilling over,
screaming for release.
I was left alone with my
twisted little fantasizes
not understanding what
I was to become.
Thinking of you Master
momentarily takes my breath away,
for I cannot breathe without you.
My heart aching for the day, my body,
and mind, bends at your will
becoming yours for the taking.
Desperately wanting your hands
to torment my flesh,
as my body screams for your touch.
My soul being corrupted
by my limits going unheard
as your fantasies, twist my morals,
demanding that I let them go.
I need you in my life Master,
with you I am nothing,
moreover, I will never receive
the pain I so seek.
Humiliation will hide in the shadows,
never snatching me up
making me cry knowing
my life will be forever
in my Masters hand. |
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Liar..liar..pants on fire |
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Happy Birthday to me :) 29...again ! |
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I am beautifully broken....
I have brought this name up once again after a long while. You ask why? I will tell you....
Perhaps you might sit back and think over the "conversations" you have had here.. with "whom ever",,all the lies and the dishonesties you've told . Is this really your life? Is this what makes you "tick"?Do you get off on this deception? On hurting? On lying and deceiving? Perhaps you do.
Sit back..think.NOT ALL of us do....you have a good wife..g/f..fiance ...submissive..slave at home and you come here..for exactly ..what? Conversation? Of course, on a BDSM site?? Really? Conversation happens on private messenger ( we all have friends )..sure..I know..conversation happens with your wife at home and with your family ! Or at least..it should ! If it doesn't...you HAVE a problem.
Sure..I know what it's all about..the HUNT....I am female..I am slave.perhaps even of mixed race..however I am neither blind nor stupid...
To my Master..my Fiance..my love..my life..you showed me what life is all about..for that I thank you...You reminded me of what is and should be important in life..and then you deceived me..not only me..others and your family as well. For that lesson I thank you!
Dreams..fantasies..all great ! We all should have those ....alas, once they take over your life...what do you really have? A big fat NOTHING ! A lie is a lie is a lie !
Unconditional love? You have that...unconditional devotion..You have it ! You always did and You always will.
So, please Dom's before You all go on here..lying..hurting and deceiving..sit back and think...what is it you really want? Conversation ? On a BDSM site?Funny....not where we usually have "conversations" !
Enough of my ramblings...I am and will always remain..HisDivinity....His creation. |
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♥ I'm beautifully broken... Shaped by the wind..♥
I've learned that it isn't about the destination, it is the journey that is important. The many twists and turns on the road to self realization. There is no beginning and no end. It is a circle that goes unbroken, except by One. It is a never ending process of growth, learning, pleasure, pain, joy and sorrow. It is a journey with no ending, only rest areas along the way, to see how far I have come, and to explore the beauty of myself as a slave and a woman. It is struggling to do what pleases Him, setting aside my wants, and focusing on His pleasure, knowing that in turn, He will nurture, protect, guide, teach and care for me. There cannot be a giving, without a taking. I give, He takes. And in return, He gives back. Two people, the same, and yet different. Apples and oranges....both fruit, and yet not the same. I've learned that these are not the days of wine and roses. But out of a misty dream, our paths have emerged, then closed, within the dream... I cannot wish for more... ♥ ♥ ♥ I cannot wish for more... Well, that's not quite true. I wish for "longer"... and I "love with a love that is more than love" (thank you Mr. Poe)... ♥ ♥ ♥ Saddened By: The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune...My human frailty... The many faces of cruelty... I console myself with the knowledge that although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it..
I've had a song on my lips, and a guitar in my hands since I was 16 and the thrill of the music hasn't lessened with time. My music is a way to express what I can't explain; my emotions are cradled by songs... Some people think in colors, I think in melodies... I continue picking my strings one by one; a personal dance between me and my guitar, tearing inside the open wound. It is meant to burn, but the burning will subside and will begin to heal. During this moment, each word strips a raw piece of me. Soon enough, I am naked. The most personal thoughts slip through my lips, painting my room with the sound of pain and honesty. This is the power of music. I submit to the music, I follow where it leads me, without hesitation...
♥ ♥ ♥ I Love: Fresh air, coffee, contradictions, creativity, intellect, crying in the rain, dancing upon mother earth, dementia, delirium, dreams within dreams, eclectic friends, eclectic music, empathy, erotica, erasing you, eradicating negative emotions, the eternal sunshine of my spotless mind, existentialism, feathers, fragile dreams, gibran, garters, good sleep, native americans, high heels, honesty, hope, ice castles in the air, kissingfordays, lace, literature, love, moral fiber, my art, my ever growing obsession with the human heart, painting, obscurities, pale skin, pearls, photographic moments, moments of melancholy, rain, ravens, raven roses, reading, regret, running away, self worth, sensuality, silk, silver, skinagainstskin, soul mates, stockings, stolen moments, summer, sweet surrender, tenderness, the look of love, memories that elude me, memories that haunt me... ♥ ♥ ♥
the sound of his rough voice whispering in my ear, things that make me smell pretty, thinking too much, timekillers, translucent skin, Victoria's Secret, vintage finds, veils, velvet, wicked games, winter, wisdom, writers, zen or the absence of... And most of all, I love it that my heart is soft as the petals of a rose, but my spirit strong as the thorn... |
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He took her to the edge..she looked at Him with trust in her eyes.." I am afraid" she whispered...He pushed her..she flew.... |
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Mona Lisa’s Smile
For centuries men have asked the question what was the reason behind the famous Mona Lisa smile? What was she really thinking of? Only a woman can answer that question. She was smiling because she had a secret.
She had a secret that no one else knew, not even the artist Da Vinci, who captured her smile for all eternity. Perhaps she was thinking about a lover’s kiss, his touch, or the way he stirred her passions for more. Perhaps she was asking herself what it would be like to explore the more sensual side of her that lay buried in years of society’s perception of what a woman should be. Perhaps she ached to know the mystery and essence of being a woman. Maybe she was smiling because she secretly wanted to go there and she found a way.
Is your desire to find your place and learn to be self sufficient in today’s world or is your desire is to be like the biblical Bathsheba who captured the heart of a King? Women used to know the subtle art of seduction Somewhere in the 60's, they changed and felt a need to break out of the soft feminine mode and move towards a more direct mode in order to meet their needs and desires. Women today have lost the art of being seductive and mysterious because they removed the veils of the subtle invitation.
Gypsy Rose Lee was successful as a stripper because learned to keep the mystery alive. She used many different props in her acts that gave an audience only a glimpse of a leg, or an extended arm, but never a full view of her.
At the age of 15, Cleopatra was carried in the folds of a rug and when unwound, found herself at the feet of the mighty Caesar.
A geisha learned to move within her kimono, only allowing a glimpse of a wrist or an ankle. It was the mystery of the woman behind the kimono that made them legends, even to this day.
Women of today have been forced to submit to the rules and guidelines of the society in which we live, rather than to experience the surrender of whom we are, so we can be what we want to be.
Mona Lisa had her secret. What is yours?
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Shall we ?
of course we shall.
it is just a question of when & where
whether it be there or nowhere.
or somewhere inbetween.
and what we shall,
we shall do well,
so if any were in the past or future to tell, ...
they would tell a tale of passion and romance
of a song and endless dance
that started with a rhyme,
Once upon a time.... |
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Once in every Life
Once upon a time people fell in love...and they stayed in love.
It never crossed their mind, not to see it through..when they said "I do"..
This modern world changes so fast,hearts break apart like they're ade of glas..
Some say it's just the nature of the beast when you love someone so passionately.
Those fools of little faith will never know...those places two hearts can go..when time is standing still and love will burn until the heavens and the earth have come and ..gone.This fire, i have for you is constant like the Northern star.
I will always love You..faithfully
Tonight we'll raise the glas and have a toast across the ages.
We'll hold each other and toast to the day when history is said and done..and we still stand as ONE..
Some things were never made to fade away.. |
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