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"Surprise me, say something intelligent"
4/10/2008 5:01:28 AM
New pictures posted & finally up from 4/8/2008
8/1/2007 7:06:43 AM
Again i must state the same thing as in my previous journal entry . . . NO PICTURE NO response!   I'm sorry but that's just the way it is. 

I have provided photos and expect the same from those trying to contact me.  If there is not a profile picture,  send one w/your message.

If a Master can not read my entire profile before contacting me . . . is that my fault i don't respond?

***** PLEASE ATTACH PHOTOS UPON CONTACT! ******
7/26/2007 3:10:15 PM
If You are going to send me a message and expect at least a response . . . please make sure You have a photo attached to Your mail.  Ciao~
4/7/2007 8:11:56 PM
Happy Easter!!!
12/21/2006 8:14:19 AM
Wishing A/all a very happy holiday season and a fantastic New Years.
8/29/2006 3:58:24 PM

This poem was written by SadisticTallOne here on collarme.  He graciously allowed me to use it in my journal as i am a poetry fanatic.  Thank You Sir.

Divine Delight


The Gift she gives to Me.
From Twilight till kiss of Mornings light.
I swim in the abyss of her eyes.
I drowned in the nectar of her loins flow.
Hearts pulsating, breath..gasping.. breath.
Elavated senses.
Love quite pensive.
Euphoric and Divine.
From between her bosoms
Wings spread.
Receiving loves Seed.
Fire and Divine.
Bound in lace and twine.
Gracious in the blind.
Trusting the touch,shadowing her soul.
Shivering from mortal delight
Acquisitioning
Nocturnal sight
Divine Delight.
Yielding immortal flight.
~SadisticTallOne
(do not use w/o permission)

8/29/2006 5:51:19 AM
This entry was forwarded to me from a very sexy Dominant named Marco to be used in my journal.  Thank You Sir!

1) there are no stupid questions, just alot of inquisitve idoits


2) life is not a problem to be solved, its a mystery to be lived
8/27/2006 12:32:37 PM
I've always known that many people here are very superficial.  For the last 4 days or so i've not had any pictures up,  (i was actually waiting on the approval from collarme for my new ones) and do you know i had not gotten the FIRST message from anyone.

Now that the pictures are up,  and they've been up less than 10 minutes SUDDENLY i've had at least 5 new messages.

Seems people here look at pictures more than profiles. 
8/23/2006 10:15:11 AM
A submissive friend of mine posted these quotes on her bog, i loved them and wanted to share them with everyone.  

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1. "Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed."-Alexander Pope

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2. "Unhappiness is best defined as the difference between our talents and our expectations."-Edward de Bono  

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3. "To free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to oursleves -- there lies the great singular power of self respect."-Joan Didion

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4. "A Master can tell you what He expects of you -- a teacher though, awakens your own expectations."- Patricia Neal 

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As she said . . . food for thought.
8/13/2006 1:51:04 PM
i am currently spending time with Sir Emil in Michigan.  i am having a wonderful time with Him and things are going great.

what was intended on being a visit from thursday thru sunday has been extended and i will be here until tuesday/wednesday.

hope everyone's having a great weekend.
8/1/2006 9:43:01 PM
You Found Me

There once was a time, when I almost gave up, Searching for a real Master seemed impossible ... Then You found me.

There once was a time, after hearing so many lies I felt as if I couldn't go on anymore.  Because I was afraid to trust anyone ... Then You found me.

You have given me hope, desire and sparked the flame in my soul to serve again because I believe in You ... I trust You ... I want to please You.

You found me and I am so thankful.

To: Sir Emil
Written by: dayna
8/1/2006
7/10/2006 4:13:48 PM

"The Shoe Box, a Master's Gift"  by Lord Colm & Jade
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Sitting on the floor near the couch rests a shoe box. It's plain, a bit out of place where it is, and shows signs of frequent handling. Looking at it brings back memories of two days filled with confusion and tears to the two people seated in the living room.

Those two days were long ones, 48 hours that seemed like an eternity. It began over a simple event, now that we have hindsight, but its effect, at the time, was devastating. A simple misunderstanding, feelings that were hidden, thoughts that weren't shared, and walls that went up quickly to shield a wounded heart. Recovering from those two days took time--lots of it--but once the healing had taken place, the shoe box made its appearance.

"Pet, we cannot have a thing like this happen again. Do you understand?" Master said with a weary edge in His voice.

"Yes, Master, I understand," I answered as I lowered my eyes, knowing full well I had upset Him terribly and was going to be punished.

"Come here. Take your place here at my feet," He said. I moved quickly and did as I was told, bracing myself for what was to follow. I'd never angered Him before and I was still regretting the icy silence that I'd fallen into for those two days. It was a terrible time and I'd never felt so alone and and unable to do anything to make it better. It would almost be a relief to be punished so some of the guilt I was feeling would be lifted.

"Do you know what this has been like for me, pet? Can you understand the frustration I felt not knowing what was wrong or what I could do to help you? As your Master I must do something to teach you that this is unacceptable behavior and could seriously damage our relationship," He said with a surprisingly gentle tone to His voice.

"Yes, Master," I replied, still unable to look up into His eyes and see that disappointment in them again. As I stared at His feet, I heard sounds as He shifted His body in His chair. "Here it comes," I thought, as my mind flashed images of the many tools Master owned that could be used to deliver the punishment that was coming. My body braced as I felt His hand touch my shoulder.

"Look up, pet. I have something for you and I want to explain how we will use it to prevent a reoccurrence of your unwillingness to communicate with me," said Master. My heart nearly stopped and I dreaded to look up and see what was waiting.

Slowly I raised my eyes and saw the shoe box resting on His knees. "A shoe box?" I thought, knowing I wasn't about to be given a present for the things I'd done. As His hand pushed the box toward me, I looked up and saw Him indicate with His eyes that I was to take it. My hands were trembling as I picked it up and noticed that it was nearly weightless. My mind was racing, searching for some rational reason that He'd given me this box.

"Go ahead and examine it, pet. You'll find it's empty," He said and watched me carefully as I removed the cardboard lid and looked inside. "This box reminds me of the way I felt for two days...empty," His voice said in a firm tone. He reached for a pen and small piece of paper and wrote as I knelt there and observed His every move, still wondering when my punishment was going to be handed out. He finished writing, laid the pen aside, folded the paper and handed it to me. "Pet, read this paper, memorize it, and then put it into the shoe box," Master spoke in His deep voice.

I unfolded the paper carefully and read the words that He'd written there. 'I will not keep things from my Master. Doing so builds walls between us.' After I'd read it a few times, I refolded it, put it into the box and looked up at Him.

"Do you understand those words, pet," He asked as I nodded my head. "Then put the lid on the shoe box and give it to me," He said. When He'd taken the box, He set it on the floor near the couch and continued. "This box will remain here where you can see it, so when you need to refresh your memory you will open it and read that piece of paper again. From time to time we may need to add a piece of paper to help you with a new problem we'll face. Now stop looking so apprehensive. It's over."

As tears flowed down my cheeks I asked, "Master, are You not going to punish me for what I've done? I'm so very sorry I hurt and disappointed You, Master."

"No, pet, I'm not going to punish you further. You've done enough of that already," He said in the most tender voice. "My job is not to punish you, but to teach you how to do what I wish, what I feel is best for both of us. I've given you a tool to overcome the things that are hindering you and I do expect you to use it. Should this same thing happen again I may have to use another method." This time His voice was sterner and I understood the meaning behind them completely.

Over time, the shoe box has collected a few more pieces of paper that have words that I've now written in my heart as well. Each hurdle we've faced and later overcome has added to the contents of the box. Every strip of paper taught so much more than a stripe on my flesh. They remain to teach again and again those lessons and I'll always treasure the shoe box gift from a true master, my Master.

6/14/2006 9:31:02 PM
Black Orchid

On a warm afternoon,  there sat a sweet seedling waiting to bloom.

She was gently guided to the garden by a sweet storm, a most welcomed summer rain storm.

The little seedling firmly planted herself, her roots are strong, and she is still vulnerable, but she continues to grow . . .

She has tasted the rain, the sun, the solitude of herself.  The space were she resides, she is no longer afraid of, for she knows she is safe there and has blossomed . . .

Her black velvet skin is soft to the touch, she is statuesque with rubinesque qualities and her head is held high, accepting the rain as it falls gently on her.

She has changed from a little seedling, to a blossoming sweet black orchid.

In the garden where she sits, she waits for her very first touch . . .

The sweet nectar dripping from her petals, attracting only the strongest of black butterflies.

She is still delicate, has so much more to learn, and just as much to give . . . trusting only the one who has completely earned her gift. 

She is still searching inside herself, finding her true desires.

As she attempts to search for the discipline of the strong black grower she needs, the black butterfly who will take her away and make her his own.

She needs to be guided, trained and most of all protected, the one that captures her heart, will help her grown and she shall never die, for flowers never do.

6/14/2006 9:29:22 PM
The Olive Tree

A confused sub came before a wise Master who adored her.

She felt that to submit to him would mean she would open her heart to unbearable pain should he ever leave her.  She hungered for him and needed him, but was ready to walk away in panic.

The gentle Master knelt her before him and started a tale of love and devotion.

As she looked up at him his arms began to widen and open like a large tree stretching its branches to the sky.   At that moment the Master appeared rooted to the floor and His impressive size towered above her like a giant tree.

Then he began to speak.

"I am here for you, now and always, no matter how far time and space takes us.
Whether you walk away from me today or stay and serve me I will not turn from you because I am as patient as time itself.
I will take not from you unless you give freely and completely of yourself, but I give onto you regardless because for my love is unconditional.
Like the olive tree that can both feed and shade you, I am here eternally for you in your life on this earth.

If you need my fruit to feed your hunger, I will give you all the fruit you need.
If your skin grows dry and loses its luster, the oil from my fruit will restore it and make it glisten.
When you need comfort, my leaves will gently caress your face with the slightest breeze.
When you need discipline, my branches will correct you when the wind blows strong.
If you need my shade to protect you from the sun, my branches will shade and protect you.
If you need warmth at night, my fallen branches will fuel the fire to keep you warm and safe.
If you need a refreshing breeze, my leaves will fan you and cool you.

You are my gardener.

When you submit to me, you tend that which keeps me vibrant and full of life.
When you kneel under me to till my soil, you give breath to my roots.

When you water me, my sap flows strong through me raising my limping branches.
When you soil yourself, collecting fertilizer with your bare hands you strengthen and humble me with your devotion.

Although my life would go on, life would not be the same without you.

Your dedication and unconditional care for me keeps me vibrant and nurtures my very core.

The sustenance and protection I give you seems little reward for your servitude.
Still the gardener serves the tree from her heart and in turn the tree gives her heart all that it can!

I am here, roots planted firmly in the ground, and can not follow if you walk away from me.

But be assured I will still be here, waiting for you in this same spot to offer you all that I do now. 

Stay with me and be my gardener.

You can not get lost in me, for we are complementary to each other. I am your devotion and you give meaning to my existence.

Apart we live life and survive; together we bloom eternally!"

As the Master finished his last words the sub cried herself to sleep at his feet.

That night, He stood planted there like the Olive tree offering her His love and protection as she slept.  She would tend to Him with her total devotion the next day and everyday thereafter!

Author Unknown
Cherish1102
 
 Age: 24
  Ohio