Through the eyes of children Every time I hear the news on the radio Or read a news paper I die inside just a little bit more Because it’s horrible What’s wrong with the world? All of the hatred Towards fellow men and women Just because they happen to have been born With a different coloured skin We are all human We are all members of the same race Why can some people not see that? Because children do Children of all colours and all religions Will play happily together in the schoolyard And this is the way it should be How can the colour of someone’s skin Have any relevance on the type of person they are? How can people hate somebody that they don’t know? Hate somebody that they never even met just because Their skin is a different colour to their own Get some perspective We are supposed to be a civilised race Why are so many people unable to see that we are all the same? We all have the same dreams We cry the same tears and we feel the same pain We all want to love and be loved And live in peace I don’t want to be part of a society That segregates and discriminates The truth of the matter is There is good and bad in everyone And it has nothing to do with the colour of skin I detest racism, its vile and repugnant And it makes my blood boil When I hear about hate crime on the news Because nobody should be victimised Over anything as trivial as the colour of their skin Where does this hatred come from? Is it a lack of understanding? Or is it a learnt behaviour? Because I look back at the children In the play ground Happily playing together And I only wish That everyone could look at the world Through the eyes of the children.

This may sound weird, but one thing I miss about being in a relationship is having someone to cook a meal for.

Would you walk naked through the snow if your master asked you too? Would you curl up in your bondage on his lap? Would you sleep at his feet Eat your dinner from a bowl, on the floor with yourn hands behind your back Would you do the chores in nudity? In a blindfold mop the floor? Call him sir or master when you speak to him? Would you speak only when spoken too? obey his every command? Will you sit and stay if he tells you do? Would you wear a collar and leash for him? go shopping with hands tied? answer when he adresses you as Slave? How submissive are you, how much do you want to please are you prepared for punishment when you fail? are you ready to be owned? would you give yourself away? If In return he promissed to always keep you safe?



My own private sex toyI want to feel your naked body pressed into mine to feel your tits pressed against my chest my cock against your clit I want to tell you to 'be a good girl.' or I'll put you over my knee. Then when your sexy buns are red with fire I want to tie your delicate wrists behind your back fill that sexy mouth with a nice shiny ball gag and use you as my own private sex toy. I want to take aay your clothes and keep you in my house locked away from the outside world to keep you as my 24/7 slave. I want you to sign yourself over to me I want you to obey my every command to do exactly as you is told I want you to allow your submissive side to come out so be a good girl and take of that dress now the bra and the panties kick off your shoes, that's right now give them to me so I can lock them away then come and kneel at my feet you have no need for clothes anymore when its just you and I master and slave a man and his own private sex toy.