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JohnBuford
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| just a little submissive angel looking for the right loving Master .......
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I Belong To Him
Every night He comes for me in my dreams
Sometimes i think this is when i’m most
vulnerable,
And bare
i belong to Him
So gentle is His embrace
And a sigh fills the room of sleeping dreams
In my dreams, i feel His touch
So soft along my body
i belong to Him
His lips touch mine
A loving kiss
A soothing touch
i belong to Him.
His hands reach
i move beneath His touch
Like i did when we danced
He owns my very essence
i belong to Him
A sharp bite
My back arches
This is where pain and pleasure mixes
i belong to Him
Silken bindings, so soft at my wrists
A tender moment, of soft caresses
Easing into that sweetened lull
i belong to Him
Breathing so content
A sharp slap
My Heart races
i belong to Him
Back and forth
This game of shadows and dreams
Finally He takes what’s His
i belong to Him
Mingled gasps and excited moans
Together at Last,
Our seductive dream
i belong to Him
i sigh in my sleep
Feeling His warmth dripping against my thighs
Laying in His arms
i belong to Him
i awaken and He’s not here
Was it a dream?
No one answers, but the marks are there
i belong to Him-even in my dreams.
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To be one....
Here it is, my heart poured out
Can you comprehend, do you understand what it's about
My submission is not a game for me
It makes my soul thrive, lets me be free
I hunger for a strong imagination
Please don't stop until I have reached my limitation
I need to please to feel whole
I know my place in this life, I know my role
I will give until every part of me will ache
All I ask is that you never be fake
I don't need lies or alibis
Answer me truthfully if I ask why
Guide me patiently with Dominant care
For these things I will feed you my essence and always be there
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He came in a moment when her mind was filled with uncertainty and loss.
He seduced her deepest curiosities with compassion and warmth.
Speaking straight to her weary soul He gave her the power to explore her most remote dreams and desires?.
A purpose for being.
Submission awaiting it?s time to blossom.
He held out His hand beckoning her to follow?
His eyes so trusting?His voice like a song!
She knew that her heart had nothing to fear.
And as she placed her hand in His, He led her onto a path
Illuminated brightly by His wisdom and love.
Only One caring Dominant can take submission in its simplest form
Molding, shaping, and structuring that power to belong only unto them.
Controlling that life both physically and mentally
A captive of their wills
A spiritual existence for B/both to flourish within.
To touch that submissive heart means a lifetime of passionate servitude
Given freely by the one that clings
To Their every need and darkest desire.
Arousal has a new meaning?something very different
From the typically physical desire and passion.
It?s an arousal of the senses, a seduction of the soul,
A joining of T/two H/hearts? the sweet U/union of
Master and submissive.
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SUBMISSIVENESS
I'm kneeling here before you now, imploring in my fears,
to purge this negativity ... and purify with tears.
And as I lay myself on you I feel our bodies meet,
two souls contact inexorably, a circuitry complete.
Within the waiting stillness, I can feel your firm caress.
I move - anticipating - for I know you'll soon possess
this errant willing body ... yours to open... yours to take.
To master in obedience, and guide in passion's wake.
Absorb me in your nakedness and let our warmths combine.
Invade me with your gentleness and I shall give you mine.
The marks of your possession I bear proudly on my skin,
In yielding I have captured you - my prisoner within.
And in the sting of punishment, inciting sweet release,
I pass beyond pain's pinnacle, dissolving into peace.
In purity ethereal ... in sensuality ...
omnipotence created from the strengths of you and me.
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Soulmates |
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He saw her over the gulf of eternity
Sitting under the great oak.
Her body swathed in white chiffon
and lace,
Her knees up
Her body cradled over
the box... the box of gold..
her gift.
She sat there crying,
Her sobs touching every fibre of her soul.
For inside the box, was her gift,
of love, her soul, her desire, her need.
The precious seeds of her womanhood.
With love
those seeds would grow,
venture out of the box into the sunlight,
and through their growth
fill her life with color
the beautiful perfume of flowers,
the wonder of birds and butterflies
attracted by it's beauty.
But her box was grey,
Covered with years of neglect,
the seeds resting on bone-dry soil.
Her heart in hibernation.
Her tears tracing lines down her cheek.
He watched her.
He understood.
She fell asleep.
She woke to see him there
The box cradled lovingly in his lap
Toolbox by his side.
He was a million miles away
across the great gulf
yet seemed to be right next to her.
And she watched,
as his loving hands treasured it
wiped away the years
brought back the wonder of the gold,
made all the years of neglect disappear.
Time stood still as she watched.
The gold was battered,
dented and scraped,
marks of the pain in her life.
Each mark disappeared under his loving attention,
each dent pulled out
each scrape buffed clean.
Time, he seemed to have endless time,
as he focused his love on each flaw,
one by one,
tears in his eyes as he understood the pain each one signified,
then erasing it with his loving hands.
The gentle light from his eyes,
and the water from his tears,
nourished her seeds,
bringing life and beauty where there once was desolation.
And then he was there,
next to her.
She lost herself in his eyes
as he tenderly placed the treasure
in her hands.
"Take it forever!" she started to cry,
but a gentle touch to her lips stifled the cry in her throat.
"My love," he said,
God has placed us on opposite sides of a great gulf.
Only He can make that gulf disappear, and he will,
in His own time.
Until then, we have His work to do,
each on our own side.
When that work is done, He will look on us with favor,
for it is He who sent me to you."
He took her hands in his
touched his lips to hers, and said,
"But this promise I make: when you need me, summon me.
I will come to your side.
And every night I shall return,
to wipe away every scratch,
fix every flaw,
that life has put on your gift of your womanhood.
I will lie with you and ease your pain.
And when the gulf is gone,
when eternity is ours,
I will place your gift in a place of honor,
So the world will see, and know
That I treasure you
your womanhood
your love
your life.
They will all know that you have finally received
the love you deserve."
And he was gone.
She cried.
Then a soft voice was heard from all around her
and inside her...
"My, child. When you thought it was a man you needed
I let you choose a man.
But he took your gift, and put it on a shelf
To wither
To die.
When you thought it was a lover you needed
You chose a lover
Who simply used your gift as a stepping stool
to reach over the walls in his life which he despised.
No, it is not a man you need,
for a man cannot understand your heart.
And it is not a lover you need. A lover is like a firefly,
lighting your life for a moment,
then leaving you to deal with the darkness
Until it flashes again.
So I have taken it into my own hands
and shown you what you truly need.
He is not just a man, though a man he is.
He is not just a lover, though a lover he is.
He is the man I have given you forever..
He is your soulmate"
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i find pleasure, joy and fulfillment from being submissive to another 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 look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never am i 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 are 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 any 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...for who can tell me that my Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in me?
If He says i am His princess, then i am that…regal and graceful.
And if i see laughter at me in the eyes of others, i do not recognize it, for who are they to call my Master wrong?
If He says i am His toy, His slut, His tramp, then i am that…as wanton and dirty as He wants me to be.
And if others do not see this, then it is they who are blind, not my Master.
my mind is His, to expand, to explore, to know as only 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 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 the physical anguish i feel when His belt caresses me with fire.
i spend my days knowing that the energy and thought He puts into our relationship is as much for my benefit as for His, and look forward to each lovingly crafted scene that we do together.
His part is much harder than mine, and i know this and 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 one who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold.
Only to He who has that strength will i give myself fully, because i am strong and proud. |
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MEASURE OF A MASTER |
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A Man who displays sensitivity will be a Master who is sensitive to you.
A Man who displays humility will be a Master that will show you respect.
A Man who is not afraid to cry will be a Master who understands your tears.
A Man who is quiet will be a Master that will hear your quietest whisper,
A Man who knows fear will be a Master who will not leave you to face yours alone.
A Man who will listen to a child will be a Master who will always work to understand your words.
A Man who can stand alone will be a Master who will not crush you under His weight.
A Man who controls Himself with ease will be a Master with the ability to control you in the same way.
A Man who does not have to prove His point will be a Master with many worthwhile points to share.
A Man who never makes demands will be a Master who treasures anything you give.
A Man who doesn?t run after you will be a Master you will never need to run away from.
A Man who is calm will be a Master who can weather your storms.
A Man who has walked the path to peace will be a Master able to guide you along that path.
A Man who does not shout will be a Master who will never deafen you.
A Man who knows Himself will be a Master who will have time to know you.
A Man with an open mind will be a Master who never stops learning.
A Man who never stops learning will be a Master who never stops growing.
A Man who always seeks to be the best He can be for you is the only Man truly worthy of being called Master.
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