Hello E/everyone,

one is here because she feels a need to make an offer to her sisters and brothers in servitude. 

The Vanillas of this world think that the Lifestyle is all about abuse and violence. It isn’t, it is a beautiful symphony filled with heart wrenching passages, and notes that will make a stone’s blood rush with thrills. It is a treasured and exceptional relationship. Each P/partner has gifts to give, and each receives the fulfillment of T/their needs. The emptiness is filled…

But sometimes, this doesn’t happen. Sometimes one Partner only takes; raping, and ravaging the other. Putting a slave through a hell that even PinHead could not dream of. Leaving behind a shell filled only with a cold black emptiness. Some are able to pull themselves from the void, and others are stumbled upon by Another. One Who pulls them into loving arms and fills them with healing love. This one has also seen the darker side of this Lifestyle and lived the horrors of abuse done in the name of BDsM..

This girl is a survivor. she is here to offer her hand, or ear to you. If you think you are being abused. If you question when S/m becomes abuse. Even if you just need someone to speak with… This one is reaching out to you. No judgments, no rejection. Strict confidentiality. This girl is offering you her hand.. or ear, whichever you need..

In this girl’s years of experience, she has been called different names. But as the saying goes, “what is in a name, for a Rose, call by any other name, would smell just as sweet.” 

LOL.. call me anything you’d like. But, please call me..

Respectfully, and from my heart

A submissive is driven to fill a void in their lives. they will relentlessly search for a way to make sense of their life, to find a purpose, a direction. submissives and slaves have the need to feel valuable, and important to Someone in some way. Serving is a way to gain this approval by the One they see as perfection. A slave may even worship their Dominant for the feelings of self-worth and goodness they receive from the relationship. The submissive also gains the feeling of having control over their world by simply pleasing the Dominant partner.

But, the Dominant’s power is a double-edged sword that can cause just the opposite to the slave. To be dumped or dismissed can devastate a submissive. To be deemed as unworthy, unfit to serve can rip through the slave’s emotional physic leaving destruction and chaos. The submissive feels unwanted, unworthy, rejected by the world as a whole. they can no longer make the simplest of decisions, judgments become cloudy, and with no direction they become lost, confused, alone. The pressures of life become insurmountable, and like the waves, the slave fights and struggles. Most are lost to the depths; some fall into the hands of predators and deviants. A few, oh.. too few are able to reach the sands and caress the attention of another Dominant that will take them into loving and caring Arms.

But it doesn’t end there.. No, like the wave is pulled back into the Ocean, the submissive is pulled back towards the sea of despair. The slave is still scared and holds within them feelings of fear, anger, confusion, and self-doubt. The stigma that they have been seen as unfit, inferior, undesirable.. Abandoned.. is overwhelming. Yes, Master Poseidon, one is such a slave and hears Your call.. soon; one shall return to Your warm embrace.

Esteemed and Honored Masters, Mistresses. 

This Year, please stop and take a minute to think it over. Do not toss another flotsam into the Sea of Despair. 

I am ripe

Filled with sweet juices

My skin soft

and edible

I come in many colors

Sizes

Shapes

I dangle in the sun

Out on this limb

Waiting for you to pick me

Maybe you think you can not

Handle me?

Afraid I might make you

Satisfied?

When you are hungry enough

For a real woman

With hips

Thighs

And breasts

You'll take me to your lips

Bite down deep

Let my juices flow down you chin

Taste me on your tongue

And you won't be able to stop

Because I am a succulent woman.

W/we are at home, watching a little bit of nothing on the TV, neither of U/us is really interested but W/we are not tired either, i am lying with my head on Your chest, curled up against You on the sofa. my hand idly strokes Your chest while Yours strokes my hair and neck occasionally increasing the pressure around the back of my neck. i snuggle down closer enjoying just being near You, Your musky scent and the feel of the hairs on Your chest, i close my eyes and smile knowing that W/we were meant to be.

You feel me relax more and know that if You are going to put Your plans for tonight into action it will have to be soon, before i fall asleep... not that You have any problem with waking me up for You to play with but it is better for U/us both if i am alert, at least to begin with. Your hand rests on the back of my neck as You say my name; i look up with the tone of authority in Your voice and know You want more than a drink or the remote control, i look up into Your eyes and see the need and love radiating out. You command me to kneel and i hurry to comply, settling myself on the floor with my bum on my heels, my back straight and my hands clasped together behind my back i kneel with my head slightly bowed, waiting...

You look down at me and smile, moving Yourself so You are sat up You stroke my hair again, letting Your hand move round to stroke my cheek then lift my chin so i am looking at You. i try hard to keep Your gaze, knowing that You like looking into my eyes but it is hard, then You smile broadly and i cannot help but smile back. You kiss my forehead, holding me there for a moment before letting my head drop slightly again, i wet my lips and wait to see what You have in store for me.

You look at me long and hard before asking me to strip for You, i smile and gracefully get up, slowly and teasingly i undo the buttons of my shirt, i see the lust in Your eyes as I slide out of the shirt and start undoing my trousers. You lean a little further forwards, wanting to strip my clothes of and fuck me right there but enjoying the slight torture of the wait and my performance, i turn slightly at the sound of Your voice as You tell me how beautiful You think i am, how You love my thighs as i start to uncover them, slowly stepping out of one leg of the trousers then the other.

i unhook my bra and lean forwards, bringing my chest closer to You as i slide it to the floor then standing before You i hook my thumbs into the waistband of my black panties and slowly, so slowly draw them down, turning round as i do so my bum is towards You as i bend to take them off.

Smiling i return to my knees, glancing at the evident swelling in Your trousers, testament to the effectiveness of my little show. You lean close and kiss me hard, Your tongue exploring my mouth; i return it with as much passion. You break the kiss and tell me to close my eyes, i do as You ask, still smiling as i listen, trying to decipher the noises as You move around in search of something. As i sit and wait i squirm slightly, my strip has got more than just You worked up and i can still taste the kiss on my lips, suddenly i feel You close to me again, Your hands around my neck. i lean my head back, enjoying the sensation of being at Your mercy. Suddenly Your hands are gone, replaced by something soft. i hear the rattle of metal before i realize that it is a collar, i straighten my back and breath deeply, feeling the collar tighten as the buckle is fastened. my head spins slightly and i feel my body react to the unexpected symbolism of Your control, You take one of my hands and supporting me around my waist You help me to stand. You have not yet told me to open my eyes and i stand, somewhat unsteadily with Your arms around me.

i feel Your hand on my cheek and i hear the smile in Your voice as You say 'You are beautiful my little slave's i smile; i love to hear those words. Unexpectedly You grab one of the D rings that are on the collar and pull sharply so my head is brought closer to You, You whisper into my ear. 'Now my slave, i want You to open Your eyes and get Yourself upstairs, lie face down on the bed and be ready for me.' i open my eyes and run upstairs.

My heart thumps in my ears as i lie on the bed in the position You have put me in so many times, a pillow under my hips to slightly raise my buttocks and ensure my pussy is on show, my legs parted with my toes pointing to the corners of the bed, my arms are above my head and i'm loosely holding on to the headrest. my glasses are on the side and i'm facing away from the door but i don't turn when i hear You come in, i try to control my breathing and still racing heartbeat as i hear You slowly walk around the bed. i can feel Your eyes on me as i lie, exposed. i hear You strip, Your breathing heavy as You look over my body, marveling in the beauty of it, my pale soft skin inviting Your touch.

i feel a pressure on the bed as You move towards me, i close my eyes, not wanting to ruin the surprise of what You have planned but when You see this i feel a sharp slap across my buttocks. 'I thought I told you to open your eyes slave!' i wince at the slap and take a sharp breath in but i immediately open my eyes and on the outward breath say 'i'm sorry Sir' then take a few more breaths to regain my composure.

You smile and get off the bed, walking around till You are by the head of the bed, i watch as You crouch, Your eyes never leaving mine, lost in Your gaze i don't notice that You are reaching under the bed for something till You bring out a new, big, wide-strapped flogger. My mouth opens in surprise and I cannot help a smile forming as i look a little closer, the flogger is very well made, and it must have at least 20 thick tails of exquisite, soft and heavy suede. The handle looks comfortable too; it is leather and as You bring it closer i can smell the fresh scent of it.

i smile as You run the flogger down the length of my back, feeling the softness of the tails; You climb back onto the bed and kneel to one side of me, supporting Yourself with Your left arm on the other side of me as You lightly brush the tails from side to side across my shoulder blades, down the small of my back to my buttocks. Slowly You increase the tempo and force till my shoulders and buttocks are red. You pause for a few moments, gently caresses the heated areas of my skin, You smile enjoying the sound of my labored breathing. Your hand moves slowly further downwards, cupping my buttocks before dipping further and feeling the wetness that indicates my intense arousal.

Leaning forwards You take hold of the D ring at one side of the collar and lift my head slightly, 'Do You know what this collar means slave?'

i try to order my thoughts; it takes a moment to make sense of what was said as my mind is floating, when i understand the question i speak without thinking. 'Yes Sir, it means i am Yours Sir, my body, my soul, my everything is Yours Sir.'

You look at my reddened skin and smile, it was not the answer You were thinking of but it will more than suffice, You let go of the D ring and instruct me to turn, looking deeply into my eyes You ask if that is what i want. i feel tears prick at my eyes as i look at You, feeling raw emotion fill me, threatening to explode as i nod, not trusting my voice. You look at me with a harder look and ask again 'I said is this what you want My slave?' You know what the answer is by the look in my eyes and by conversations W/W/we have had before, You also know that at any time W/W/we can change this but for the moment, for this scene the order is significant.

i feel the strength in Your authority and i take a breath, my body reacting to the direct command followed by those all important words 'my slave'. i swallow hard and close my eyes for a second, allowing the feelings to course through me before i open them and look directly at You. 'More than anything, more than i could ever tell You, i am Yours, for as long as You want me Sir, i am Yours.' You reach behind my neck and pull me to You, pressing my mouth into Yours as W/W/we kiss with a need both of U/us has. Your other hand reaches down between my legs, my pussy is almost dripping with excitement and there is no friction as Your fingers slide easily in and out. i moan into the kiss, feeling the heat rise inside me as my hips move, pressing into Your hand to deepen the penetration. Suddenly You break the kiss, and remove Your hand, standing up You instruct me to kneel at the end of the bed, i do as You ask, my body craving more contact and my mind still reeling from the sudden change.

As i kneel You push my head down so my body is lying on the bed, my knees are on a pillow that You placed at the end of the bed, i have not even registered it is there yet. i close my eyes to try and regain some control of my mind and body and i feel Your hand, wet from my juices mark a path down my spine, i arch my back slightly, craving Your touch, any touch. i feel my wrists restrained as they are tied together then a rope pulling them towards the head of the bed so my back is straight and taught. As You move round behind me again i hear the flogger being picked up, You lean close to my head and tell me than now my body is Yours You can do with it as You wish, and You wish to see me squirm.

i raise my shoulders slightly by pressing my forehead into the bed; this has the added advantage of protecting my face from any stray tails that miss the mark of my shoulders while also allowing me to breath. i feel the tails draped over my back then suddenly they are brought down across my shoulders with a loud thump, the thickness of the tails helps to distribute the sharpness of the strike but the dull insistent heat they produce is strong and i contract my back muscles to try and dissipate it. Pausing to let the sensation develop You watch the lines of red appear and lean in to kiss the rosy lines that are developing, i moan feeling Your soft lips on my aching flesh then gasp as seconds after pulling back from the kiss i feel a sudden and unexpected second hard lash across my buttocks, closely followed by a third. At these i cannot help but squirm in my binds as the heat and pain radiate out from my backside, my breath quickens as the pain dissipates into warmth, my body adjusting to the sensation as a new one is introduced.
 
You kneel behind me and reach forwards to grasp my nipples, squeezing hard You smile as i cry out, i feel You hard and hot against my back, the pain in my nipples increases my awareness and i push back against You, wanting You, needing You inside me. You sense my need but hold off for a couple of seconds more, then You lean back slightly, letting go of one of my nipples and guiding Yourself into my wet begging pussy, as You thrust deeply You squeeze hard on my nipple, i cry out again, Your hand goes to my clit and You press hard, rubbing in circles as You roll my nipple between thumb and forefinger with the other hand. The sensations are just too much and i thrash about, pushing back hard against You as You drive into me. As i scream out in ecstasy You move Your hand from my nipple to my neck, pulling me back as You bury Your hot, hard, straining cock deep inside me. Your hand moves from around my neck to my hair, pulling my head back. i feel You tense, Your shout of release as You cum inside me, my shout joins Yours, i love to hear You cum, You thrust a few more times then panting You collapse on top of me, Your hand releasing my hair.

W/we lie this way for a few moments, shaking slightly and still moaning from the exquisite sensations i relax totally. After a while You pull back, i feel You slide out of me and sit back, untying the rope from my wrists You allow me to kneel down on the floor, slowly and without speaking You undo the cuffs from my wrists and lay a blanket on the floor for me to collapse onto. i look at You and smile with such feeling You can almost feel the force of it. You kiss me softly and slowly, enjoying the love that passed between U/us as W/we experienced the connection that seems so much more than lovemaking. W/we lie together and drift in and out of thoughts, maybe sleep a little then after a while W/we move onto the bed and fall asleep in each others arms, the collar still round my neck, occasionally reaching up to touch it and smile throughout the night. i know i am owned completely and i could not be happier.

Should i continue in the lifestyle? don't think i could belong to Another; i don't think i could go through it again. The learning of a new Master/Mistress ways, likes and dislikes? A very true Dom friend said i should mentor other slaves, but i don't feel i could do that either. To mentor anyone would take great wisdom. i wonder how wise i am......... i hold no illusions about the lifestyle.. i give everything, or do i? i am searching my self for answers. Was i holding back? Was i giving all? i have learned many things about myself through my writings. One being that i need to feel totally excepted, i need to feel loved. Maybe i was asking for proof that Master loved me. my own blindness may have caused a great deal of my own pain. Maybe i was not serving Master to meet His need but to serve my own need? i guess this carries over from my childhood. i was always looking for approval. Maybe it's my own feeling of lack. If i fail to give everything, or even feel i had not, then i failed. Maybe through my life i felt nothing i did was ever enough. i spent my whole life working to please everyone around me. one can grow very weary from striving to please everyone. i felt i didn't deserve any one's love. Maybe i don't believe myself worthy of love.

Being slave is just that. Rarely are things, as you would wish. When i meet a slave face to face and she smiles, or i see a (slave) come into a chat room and they appear so happy, i very much doubt they are being honest. Have they learned to bury their true feelings? i always look at the eyes for a smile. Are their eyes bright, sparkling or dark, with hit of something hidden. Did anyone ever look into my eyes and see the pain hidden behind a plastic smile? Without feelings there's nothing but a robot. i wonder if most don't go through the motions and learn to act as happy slaves. i think zombie might be a good description or when something is too painful, they just switch to autopilot? A truly happy slave is rarity, but i have come across one or two who have found that special balance.

There were times i was unsure of His Love for me, now, i have no doubt He did in His own unique way. i would have enjoyed some things, but He refused to show any affection. There were many things i wished to try but He said no. What He didn't see at the time was the emotional, mental harm i suffered from the things He chose to ignore. All the crying and turmoil. i had tried to come to terms with those elements, i did it for Master. And in doing so, failed Him and myself.  i wonder if i have healed inside. Maybe by the time i have finished this task i will have the answers and healing i need.

This is why i don't think i would go through it again with another. Do i have the strength? Am i in this for His pleasure or my needs? i learned to detach emotionally or i thought i had. Do i know what would heal me? i do not. The turmoil ate at me constantly. Why i wasn't good enough? Why did He need other women? Why was the kink the all in all? These were questions i was constantly turning over in my head. Somehow i couldn't get it. i could not grasp His reasoning or explanations. i would become so frustrated i did not press it further.

i have buried so much, for example, one thing in particular that has never gone away. i was in love with Master from the first moment. i thought He felt the same. i didn't discover differently until after we were together 24/7 for about 9 months. All the time He had been seeing other females the entire time, i was shattered. i had this in my head and heart that He loved me, needed me as much as i did Him. i had to face the fact the He hadn't. i was His, i had been claimed emotionally, i could do nothing but go on.. He refused to collar me, for i was never good enough to be called His. i've never forgotten the pain of that discovery. The rose colored glasses i had worn since meeting Master were smashed. Master was the first real love of my life, even though i had been married twenty-two years. the love i had for Master was so moving emotionally and sexually. He stirred me in so many deep and profound ways. But yet, all the time i was grieving over Him, with another, making love to her? my trust was broken but i was slave and had no recourse..

It's hard to describe feeling trapped, trapped in that i couldn't leave but how could i stay. i just retreated inside myself. Maybe it's just a man's nature to be promiscuous, i don't know. But it did not change the way i felt. i truly sought to accept my slave life, my feelings not really counting. i was shutting down, unable to function except on autopilot. i have been truly serving as a zombie, if i didn’t lose my mind, which i came close to doing a couple of times. It's difficult to describe effectively. i was totally withdrawing from Him, from myself, from reality.

 i felt as if i was walking in a fog during those times. i was just staring off into the distance seeing nothing really. i tried to deny that anything was wrong.. i started crying, i just couldn't help myself. i was falling apart. i wanted to avoid having to bring this all out. There is only so much hiding one can do before having to face the reality of things.

Dream ٭ Fantasy ٭ Desire

i set, sipping my coffee and watching the demo, listening the lecture on knots. The submissive sets so gracefully and still. her movements fluid as she obeys her Master. Show U/us all the art of knots.

As I watch, someone comes over to set in the seat beside me. Sliding the chair in close, legs straddling my seat. As i turn to see who has sat so close, a hand gently moves up my back and grabs a handful of hair. Softly pulling my head back, I feel lips and a rush of warm breath on my ear as someone whispers”

“You are Mine. I will not chase you, I will not bargain with Another for you.”

He nibbles my ear, assuring that He has my attentions. His voice is firm, His decision is not to be questioned. He is not arrogant, just confident in what He wants. i have started to breath heavily. my body is responding to Him, awaking to His presence.

“I have waited for you to find the slave sleeping within. I will wait no longer. you Will wear My collar in My presence. you Will wear My collar every night, so your dreams will be of Me. I am your Master. you are My kajira.”

His other hand slides beneath my skirt, moving up my thigh. My breath catches in my throat as His strong firm fingers brush the lips to my cherished box. His hand cups what is now His, and pulls me deeper into His chest. He pulls my head onto His shoulder. His hand, releasing my hair, strokes my neck. i can”t hold back, a sigh escapes my lips as i shudder with excitement. His arm moves across my chest and His hand rest upon my breast. Hugging me tightly, He kisses my neck leaving no doubt about the passions that rage within Him.

my body explodes like a young volcano. my lips open, inviting His fingers to explore deeper. In a voice filled with undiscovered passions, a husky whisper finds it”s way” “Yes Master. This one submits to Thee…”

Subbie's Do Not ...

• ... use Master's crop to retrieve things from under the couch.
• ... snore during a spanking.
• ... call their Master stubborn when he insists on a punishment.
• ... aim for Master's head.
• ... use the pages from Master's Dom Handbook to start the grill.
• ... giggle when Master drops His pants.
• ... make hundreds of knots into Masters new bondage rope.

i am me
Do not change me
condemn me
nor put me down
You need not agree with me
But accept me
for i am total in my servitude
i have my faults
i have my guilts

i have made mistakes
Perfection i will strive for
Allow me to grow
Allow me to be free
to follow His guiding hand
Accept me when i wear my chains
As i have accepted you  
Do not put me down...nor make
me feel unhappy about me
i am submissive
and i like being what i am
a slave.

Kneeling quietly on the plush rug i smile softly as i fill the oversized tub, listening for the sound of Master's footfalls in the hall. my mind wanders savoring the feeling of anticipation, as i trail long delicate fingers in the water testing its temperature. i sigh softly with the knowledge that the water temperature is perfect. Steaming hot just the way He likes it. i rise from my place and wander about the room with silent grace lighting the candles i had earlier placed. Moving to turn the water off i quietly watch the tendrils of steam rise and drift off the water as i check yet again the perfect balance of its temperature for my Master. my bare feet sink deep into the rug as i walk to the sound system and select a C.D. of O/our favorite songs.

Moving back across the room i catch a glimpse of my reflection in the full-length mirror, the shimmering long red silk robe parts with my movement, showing the length of a well-defined leg all the way to my thigh. The candlelight flickers over pale flawless skin. Long rich dark red curls fall to a gentle caress of my waist with the seductive sway of my hips. Tightly cinched at the waist, my full heavy breasts strain the thin material of the silk. The plunging neckline reveals the shadow of deep cleavage and the bare curve of my breasts. my eyes move quickly over my reflection noting the way the silk clings to every curve until my eyes meets my reflections gaze, emerald eyes glistening in the dance of flickering candlelight. my surrender shining through from the very depths of my soul. i smile softly at my reflection and kneel on the rug by the hot bath, the red silks parting to reveal strong pale thighs, parted widely for Your pleasure.

my pulse races, my heart quickens as the sound of Your footstep echo in the hall, a smile plays on my lips, and i lower my eyes as the door opens. You fill the doorway, pausing, Your eyes taking in the scene before them; they begin to blaze with desire. i hear Your breath catch in Your throat as a smile of pure pleasure crosses Your lips. i moan with hunger at the rugged good looks of my Master the fire begins to burn slowly in my slave's belly my eyes running quickly over the strong line of Your jaw to the clearly defined muscles Your clothes fail to hide. Moving into the room, You quietly slip out of Your boots and remove Your clothes, tossing them aside. O/our gazes meet each devouring the O/other.

my passion filled eyes lower as You move past me and step into the tub. "Oh perfect dove," You sigh as You lean back and start to relax. Standing i move to sit on the edge of the tub, taking a soft linen cloth i soak it in the water and lather it with soap. With long slow strokes i begin to wash Your back. i smile as i hear You sigh and feel the tension from the day slipping from You. i lean forward and kiss a spot on Your neck that is free of soap. "Mmmmm, dove, I cant decide whether to relax and drift or drag you in with Me, decisions, decisions." i smile softly at You and continue the task at hand. You reach up and gently caress my cheek, smiling as You relax. You whisper "I love the way you think dove."

Shifting on the side of the tub i face You and begin to wash Your shoulders savoring the feel of You under my hands. You let Your eyes close and relax, completely enjoying Yourself. i move to wash Your neck as You sigh softly and drift with my tender touch. i take Your hand and starting with fingers, diligently wash Your arm. i smile and begin to sing softly with the music. i take Your other hand in mine as You listen quietly to my soft sultry voice as You drift. Starting again washing each finger i work my way up Your arm to Your chest. i rinse the cloth out and again lather it with soap. i wash Your chest smiling. You smile and say, "damn, that's too relaxing, you know Me to well."

i laugh, "no Master, but i am learning, and there are far too many layers to You to presume such a thing." i smile and splash You.

Sputtering You laugh, reaching up to drag me in with You, wrapping Your arms around me and kissing me. i cry out and return Your kiss laughing. Laughing again as You say "I'll let You out long enough to hang up Your robe to dry." i stand slipping the robe from my shoulders, stepping out and hanging it up, stepping back in and sitting between Your legs leaning back against Your chest. You wrap Your arms around me, gently holding me. Your say quietly "I could definitely relax this way or get very excited, I could end up asleep though."

"Funny, sleep never entered my mind Master," i laugh. You smile and kiss me softly, pulling me close to You holding me, Your fingers trailing lightly over my arms and my body, back and forth softly. i moan and close my eyes my body reacting to Your touch. You gently trail Your fingers back and forth over my nipples lightly, feeling the little flick as each passes over them, i moan trembling slightly. You kiss the back of my neck softly as Your fingers continue to gently flick back and forth over my nipples, keeping me in Your embrace, blowing softly across the nape of my neck. i gasp as my body comes alive under Your touch. You trail light kisses and nibbles around my neck to my ear as Your arms pull me tight against You suddenly. i bite down hard on my lip as You growl softly into my ear, feeling my body pressed against Yours. Taking my earlobe into Your teeth gently, then releasing, to kiss it softly. Your hold on me loosening for Your hands to roam over my body, slowly drifting, lightly touching.

i moan arching my back, everywhere Your hands roam i shiver with pleasure. You press into me as i arch my back into You trailing Your lips around to the back of my neck again as Your fingertips brush lightly back and forth over my thighs, growling again as i moan, Your hands briefly hold me, then return to lightly stroking. i whimper with my need, my need feeding the fire that burns in my belly threatening to consume me. You trail Your fingers to the inside of my thighs still stroking back and forth with a light touch as Your lips caress and kiss my neck, Your breath lightly blowing across it. You lightly nip the back of my neck as i drift. i open my legs for You, lost in my passion, a soft cry escaping my lips as my fire rages. You trail Your fingers up the inside of my thighs towards my heat ever so slowly, lips still teasing the back of my neck, as Your fingertips near but never touch, trailing up the inside of my legs, feeling me tremble against You.

Every nerve in my body tingles with Your touch, my juices flow freely. i moan from deep in my soul from the very essence of my being. You take the nape of my neck in Your teeth biting gently as Your fingertips slip back and forth still, now in the creases between my legs and my body, nearly touching my burning need but never quite. i whimper. You let Your touch begin to barely brush my lips, feeling me shiver each time they pass, releasing me from Your teeth and lightly kissing the spot You just bit, blowing across it softly. Quietly growling as Your touch fires my soul to an inferno. i groan, lifting my hips to meet Your hand, i am lost in my passion, my passion for my master feeding the inferno of my desire.

You slide Your touch across my heat, stroking lightly before laying one hand flat and pulling me to You gently, letting Your hand slide across me as You listen to me give voice to my hunger, gently releasing me as Your hand slips across my heat. my trembling increases, my breathing quickens, my heart pounds in my chest. my flesh is fevered to Your touch, as i roll my hips, pressing my heat against Your hand coating it in my juices. Growling again, You lose Yourself in Your burning desire for the sweet erotic creature in Your arms, Your fingers opening to slip back and forth, finding my clit and flicking it lightly as You growl in my ear, "You may not cum girl, You do not have Your Master's consent." You torture me slowly in my burning need, fingers slick with my juices, whispering and growling in my ear. Flicking Your fingers back and forth over my clit, savoring every whimper and shiver as You feel me, my passion, my desire, my need of You, teasing me, withholding yet giving. You hold me firmly with Your free arm, trapped in Your grasp.

Groaning, panting, a creature of my lust for my Master, i grind my heat against Your hand, my body shuddering i whimper with my need, my hunger, growling deep in my throat. Bringing more pressure down on Your finger, Your touch no longer light and fleeting, circling as You growl over my shoulder and into my ear again, softly speaking to me, "my girl, my passionate little pet." "Give me what is mine to claim, you, your passion, your soul, and your body." i cry out as the first wave crashes violently through me, still holding my body captive against You with Your other arm, growling into my ear, "Mine."

And i will always love You

Bittersweet memories
That's all i have and all i'm taking with me
Good-bye, oh please don't cry
Cause W/we both know that i'm not what You need

But i will always love You

And i hope life will treat You kind
And i hope that You have all
That You ever dreamed of
Oh i do wish You joy and i wish You happiness
But above all of this, i wish You love
i love You, i will always love You

The dark wraps frigid arms around me.

The air is dead and silent.

Nothing to feel, nothing to see.

No where to go, no one to serve.

Gone is His guiding Hand.

His strength, His courage.

Forever lost is His whispered command.

His tender touch, His warm breath.

He walked away with the Key.

Left her alone in the cold dark void.

Unfettered, unclaimed, and freed

A slave’s tortured nightmare.

This slave would like to tell You about the joys of being a Mater's slave. It is hard to put into words the warm safe, secured feelings you have knowing that you are His precious possession.

i sit and think what it is that pleasures a submissive so. Is it the sharp sting of the whip? Or the warm caress of a Master’s hand afterwards? The way He gently runs His cool hand over the hot welts. His hand, brushing his subbie’s rump with tender care. Caressing, soothing, driving the senses to an erotic pitch. The whistle of the flogger as it flies through the air? Or, afterwards, the whispered voice of her Master? Soft, yet full of strength. Gentle, yet brims with commanding power. The whispered breath grazes the skin of her neck. Sending shivers and promises of ecstasy to come.

 Does her breath catch in excitement at the site of the restraints? her Master, stern and sure. Binds her, the leather cuffs drawing sighs of anticipated pleasures from her lips… The rope feels like a lover’s arms, tight and unyielding. Holding you secure, venerable to your Master's will. As your body is bound by Master, so shall your soul will soar in its freedom. LOL! Master holds the chains of love bound to your heart, holding you safe and secure, while you explore the wonders of sub-space.

 This slave thinks, most of all, it is the glow of pride in Master’s eyes, as he gazes at His prize. His smile, for the unquestioned obedience His pet has shown. He pulls His cherished possession into His arms.. Into His heart.. His body fulfilled, His spirit soars, from the ultimate gift He has received…

i start to drift off to sleep.. dedicated to the Master of my Dreams

 

I start to drift off to sleep... It is a wonderfully warm summer night, as I lie on my stomach on my bed, nothing covering but a corner of my satin sheet. Only the light of the moon shining in, my body glistening from the aromatic oils in the relaxing bath I have just enjoyed.
I sense your presence in the room. My heartbeat quickens. I feel you slowly approach where I lay. Waiting for your touch, anticipating it. I feel the desire that burns so strongly in you as it also does in me. We have both waited so long for this. So much time has gone by. It seems that so many obstacles have delayed this inevitable union. I have loved you forever. Is this really finally happening? Is it just a dream or are you really here? I can smell the scent of you, feel your warm breath upon my skin, feel your hands run lovingly up my body.
You gently kiss me, when our eyes meet it's as if you see me for the very first time. I start to speak, but you hush me and softly place your finger to my mouth. With a sigh, I relax and allow myself to move against your touch. Your sweet kisses trail down my neck. I try to control the emotions that are now overwhelming me, unsuccessful, a tear escapes my eye, unnoticed by you. I feel your lips, your tongue, teasingly moving along my spine. I shiver in excitement, as your hands and mouth gently explore and caress my body. With every touch you seem to penetrate my very being. It's as if you have been here before, you know my body almost as if it is an extension of yours.
Your hand, lightly teasing runs up the inside of my thigh, so close I find myself holding my breath. I want to feel your touch there, but you're intent on taking your time, determined to make every moment count. I turn beneath you wanting to see you wanting, to drink in every bit of you, and now your soft, wet kisses are lovingly working their way back up the front my body as my fingers dig into the sheets trying to stay composed, wanting you to be in control. You linger on my navel and send a burning sensation through me.

Your hands are on my thighs again stroking them lightly, your fingers dance past my wetness but not quite touching me there, now sliding down me, with your lips and tongue you begin to work your magic, I can feel the warmth of your breath upon me, now soon your fingers join in moving expertly driving me over the edge, I begin to shudder, warm waves of pleasure take over my body. You finally slow and draw away. I pull you up to me, wrapping myself around you, you have no doubt what it is that I need now, I need to feel you, I want nothing more than to have you inside of me, to know that oneness with you.
Tongues mingling, passion building. The way you kiss me, in itself touches my very soul. I feel your hardness penetrating me, beginning as a slow sensuous rhythm, the intensity building steadily. My hips thrusting up to meet yours, feeling you deep inside of me and then sliding out, your tip rubbing against my bud.
The sensation continues to build, both of us at the edge, feeling you sliding in and out of my wetness with such vigor, I feel your body begin to tense, convulsing, as I feeling your hot juices flowing inside of me, my body gives in, exploding in pleasure simultaneously with yours, to me there is no greater pleasure than this. As I lie in your arms, I feel the depth your love, yet I sense the hesitations you still hold.
In your beautiful eyes I see the spirit of man who does not trust either of us enough. One who is still holding on to the hopes and fears of a boy. One who has locked himself away in a protective cavern all his own, a place where no one can hurt him, where no one can reach him. True love does not just begin and end. It is a seed that needs to be nurtured and fed with time, care and patience.
There is nothing safe about it. Where there are questions and doubts is where the real work begins. Love does not come with a no-risk guarantee. I cannot give you that, what I can give you is my promise to love you with everything that I am, to never give up, and to always be your friend, to never let the passion within me die. I can give you the gift of undying loyalty, unyielding faith, and my unconditional love.
This is all I have to offer you, I give you my heart.