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I am me and that is all I can be.
Love me
hate me
take me
leave me
I am me and that is all that I will be.
'A slave's duty is to Love, Honor, Please and OBEY; sometimes blindly; often at great personal cost.' -- Vi Johnson
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Well, I have finally given birth to a beautiful son. 36 hours of labor, stitches and 5 more weeks before I am healed. But so much closer. My slave is in need of some serious correction. And if anyone has any great Ideas for Sissy punishment, please don't hesitate to contact me. I am still in recovery and will welcome any outside ideas.
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I have found my vices. My creativity. I have once again been at the feet of my master, and, have developed a pretty positive position with my slave. Now all that's left is to give birth to this child so I can have my mobility back. :) The most frustrating thing about pregnancy is the limitations it creates. I miss his ropes, and his whips. But we are close, so I shall stop my insufferable complaining. At least I can still be creative on both sides. :)
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Life is a hectic swirl of unsertanties. Wanting and needing so much more than we can afford. Physically, emotionally. But trudging through dispite the storms.
My body has gone through some drastic changes here of late, and has, as a result, instilled fear in my master. He fears touching me for I might break. I am not going to break physically, but I might just break mentally. I need to be more creative and find ways to either entice him or dominate him in such a way he will enjoy. He is tricky to top. He is Top. but still enjoys some aspects of the bottom.
I finally have computer back, so maybe I can get some good Ideas.
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Trying to find a match in this lifestyle can be quite hard. Those who play games, and do not take it seriously make it harder for those of us who are honest and true to the lifestyle. If you are one of those who just like to play mind games, please do not contact us. We are looking for serious RT slaves who are willing to try and coincide with us in a Poly house. We are not experts but are willing to learn as we go. Been seven years together experimenting as we go, and we have grown a lot. Making an addition is something we feel we are ready for at this point.
If YOU are not ready do not bother us with your online chatty games.
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The life I have chosen
the life that i lead
Is one I constructed
of all that I need
I've focused on loving
I've practiced my care
to give me the strength
to find myself here
It's been quite the jouney
things never quite said
submission my path
freedom ahead
Angelicbst
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Pain in many flavors such as
"Vinilla and Scream"
"Strawberry tears"
or "Bloodshed Cream"
Try a "heart brake milkshake"
It's bound to make you scream
or how about a "bruised and Battered"
It comes with a "crimson cream"
"Emotional Scars" eaten with a "Fine Lie"
There is nothing so good as to make you cry
Drown your happieness with a "sorrow"
a "distraught" or a "distressed"
they all go down smoothly mixed with a "depressed"
So go out and find the one
you can't stand and
come back to share a "growing hatrid"
At our lonelyness stand.
09:49 5/11/2004
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Master?
so many times I've called to you
so many times unheard
and now I stand before you
...somewhat more reserved
I have knelt and kissed your feet
and chained myself for you
a deep sigh is all I meet
Am I not enough for you
I can loose the forty pounds
and I can fix my skin
and I can change the color of my hair
if that will get you to let me in
I have begged, and I have tried
and I have given you my all
So... Master, please, I beg again
catch me, for I start to fall.
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Chained love
Love of a crimson hue
Purple skies and Oceans blue
A distant darkened midnight sky
A twinkle, A shimmer of silver starlight.
Welts, red and swollen
A heart that's been stollen
Lips bruesed and bleeding
Abody tied up, needing
Needing to feel the leather binds
Wrapt tight to hold until it's time
Is it time to feel the pressure
The fire the sting, the unbearable torcher.
Holding A soul with chains
Locks and other things
Love of a crimson hue
is what I have given to you.
TW
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If you were to say "I love you" what would it mean? Would It be true?
If You were to think of us, when we're sixty, could you picture me with you?
when I touch you lightly whose touch is it that you feel?
And when you dream at night, who is it that seems so real?
close your eyes and when i kiss you, tell me who kisses your lips.
and when your hands find that place, they rest upon whose hips?
Am I just a fantasy, a girl to steal you mind, but it is my body you hold,
My future you mold. My heart that you Bind.
When my teeth clench around your elastic skin whose bite is it that you feel,
Who straddles you? Whose heart is it that you steal?
Close your eyes, my love, and tell me what it is you see.
Pretend you are a blind man, and discribe it all to me.
When I push you down upon the bed,
Who takes form inside your head?
A Girl from 'Sailor Moon' perhaps
or a black leather bodice with silver snaps?
Am I your inocent school-girl tonight,
Or a naughty mistress with a leathal bite?
Do I have the body of a fairie to you?
Eyes of silver or eyes of blue?
Is my touch that of leather or of velvet so fine?
Have I held many children, are any of them mine?
Tell me who I am to you, your lover,
your mother, your friend so true.
Who is it that you want me to be,
Your prisner, your slave, your master so free?
A Damsel in distress, the one who handles all her own,
The little girl thats lost, The way back home?
When my Whips cut through your skin, My nails as sharp as thorns
Whose name comes to mind, Through the emotional storm
Whose hand holds the blade that slides across your flesh
and who has that scent of summer, Wild, free, and fresh.
When I tie your legs and arms and make you helpless to me
Tell me what your thinking of, even if it isn't me.
I want to know how I appear each night When the lights go out
I want to know if your in a game, or simply on the town.
I want to know if you are tied with leather to a wall
beaten half-way bloody, or do I make you crawl?
Are you down on you knees begging for me to give release.
or mastering me
If you were to say I love you what would it mean? Would It be true?
If You were to think of us, when we're sixty, could you picture me with you?
when I touch you lightly whose touch is it that you feel?
And when you dream at night, who is it that seems so real?
close your eyes and when i kiss you, tell me who kisses your lips.
and when your hands find that place, they rest upon whose hips?
Am I just a fantasy, a girl to steel you mind, but it is my body you hold,
My future you mold. My heart that you Bind.
TW
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