Luck...has NOTHING to do with it!

many tell me how 'lucky' i am to have found my Owner...lamenting the fact that they cant seem to find Anyone...

the only thing i consider 'luck'..is finding the right group to post to. The rest...is..well..luck had little to do with it.

1)..my profile was filled out...and not just with the usual...i have a willing X or Y..or Z..for any Domina...i told about me...my hobbies...interests outside of the lifestyle....what makes me different than any other boi

2) i posted a greeting to the groups i belong to...again...about me...not about X or Y or Z body parts...

3) when contacted...i looked and read the profile of the Domina responding to me...not just for Her pics (She didn't have any anyway)...but Her writings...interests as well...i found protocals for IM contact...

4) i followed the IM protocals...in the first few lines i did NOT ask to see Her on cam...did NOT ask what She would do to me...i DID ask if i may have the honor of a chat..if this was a good time...how i may address Her...from there..i asked Her alot of questions...NONE of which involved lifestyle things...i got to know Her...

5) i was a boi of my word...if i said i would do X or Y or Z... i did it..sending proof of what i did do...if i said i would be on line at a certain time..i WAS on line then...i always IM'ed "hello my Mistress...i am here if You wish to honor me with a chat"...and waited for a respond...not buzzing Her...but...waited my turn...

so..is this luck?...i think not...unless you are one that believes people make their own luck...the decisions we make..the way be present ourselves...and our manners...have more to do with it...than luck ever will

just one bunny's views...

(='.'=) my Owner's property

just Whom do you serve?

this was a question and my reply that was posted on a group i belong. maybe i am just dense or just from a different mind set... but why is doing something everyday...non-kink for the One you profess to serve...such a BIG deal...i mean really now...

unless you only wish to serve when and how you want to and are thus a bottom or if hard play and kink is all that is required of Those you serve...

but...have you offered this vanilla help?...if They decline so be it...

i see all too often...when a boi IM's my Owner and almost the first or second line is about..." can i see You on cam?" ...or..."do You want to see me on cam?"... ( naked of course )...now i ask you...just who is being served?... my Owner...your Mistress?...or your own kinky sexual desires?...only Those that we wish to serve can say for sure....however..from all the Femdom groups and Lifestyle advice groups i belong too...it seems..to me..to be more of the latter and less of the former

subs/slaves: sometimes, do you do the laundry for your Mistress? Do you occasionally wash Her car? How about doing menial, household chores for Her, so that She doesn't have to do them? What are some of the "small things" you do from time to time that your Domme seems to appreciate you doing for Her?

is anything you do for Yours...if it makes Their life easier...considered menial?...to me...no....with that said...

yes i have done laundry, cook, cleaned, help with home work, help plan trips, daily planner and any number of things. i serve the Woman that is the Domina as well as the Domina that is a Woman.

to me...it is funny...that for some... if it was a vanilla girl they were trying to impress would do these things without question...without a second thought...but doing it for a Domina, it somehow take on a different meaning or effort on their part. why is that? Should it not be seamless? should it make a difference how we serve or just that we serve? do they just serve the kink...the fetish or the Woman?...all of the Woman?...

there is no wrong or right answers just answers...answers that work for Yours and you...Y/you alone set the 'rules'...i just offer this as a different view...a different mind set...a different path to choose...

just one bunny's views

(='.'=) my Owner's property

To boldly go where no man had gone before

Erotica written bunnyCynsproperty

it was a typical summer party...the kind where all the neighbors get together...almost a rite of summer...i was talking to my neighbors when this tall...muscular...man walked up to us and began talking to me like i was a long lost friend...it took me several minutes to realize it was my neighbors son...

had it really been that long since i had seen him...He was always a strapping good looking kid in high school..but that was what...3 years ago now...what i saw before me was not a kid any more but a young man...taller than me..with an athletes build...the small talk gave way to what he was doing since i had last spoken to him...i found out he had joined my old collge fraternity...so away the conversation went...even thou he was not even born when i was in the house...we talked about the fraternity just like it was yesterday...

the conversation eventually turned to the latest summer blockbuster movie..a remake of an old scifi TV show...i made an off hand remark that i would love to see it...he did too...so plans were made to see it...and as the party was breaking up..i began to leave..as i was walking away he said something that should have given me a clue...

so...its a date for this weekend...dinner and a movie?..

"sure i am looking forward to it"

that saturday the door bell rang..it was my neighbors kid..right on time...

"just let me get my wallet" i said...

"no need" he replied..."my treat"...

i was a little taken aback by this comment..but he was not to be denied...so i relented...

there were long lines for the movie..and the first showing was sold out..so he bought tickets for a later show...now with time to kill..i suggested we go get a drink...

the bar was crowded...but there was one stool at the bar...he insisted i take it...as he stood behind me...he ordered the drinks and when they arrived i went to pay for them...but..i did not have my wallet...so he paid...the room was packed so as he reached over to to pay for the beers he placed a hand on my shoulder and leanded in...

i thought nothing of this..why should i...but as we began to talk he had to lean in real close so we could hear each other over the noise...each time he did...a hand would be pressed into the small of my back...

oh my..no...this is not right...what am i thinking?...no!..he cant be ...but..this is how a man acts with his lady...but..no....what is wrong with me...he is just being nice..and here i am thinking that about him...shame on me...but..it is kinda nice...stop it ...how could i think such i thing!...

one beer turned into several...and with each beer and each conversation his hand would find the small of my back...his lips close to my ear...

what if he is making a move on me?...could i?...i mean he is nice looking...but...he is half my age..no way he would be interested in me ...with looks like his he could get any pussy he wanted!...did he want me?...could i ?..what if i was wrong?..what if i was right?...

finally it was time to leave...as i got up to go...he once again placed his hand on the small of my back...allowing me to pass in front on him...

did his hand just brush my ass?...

we walked to his car for the short drive to the movie...talking about this and that and nothing at all...once we got to his car he opened my door and i sat down...as he closed the door and walked around to his side of the car...my mind was racing...

did he just open my door for me?...maybe the door has a tricky lock?...did i let him?...did he want me too?...could i?...i mean it was nice to be treated for a change...did he want me....if he did...i think i could...but..naw...i am twice his age...even if he was like that he could have a younger stud rather than me...but still?...

my 'DATE" bought the pop corn and drinks..and followed me into the theater...sitting down..the show began...during the previews..i was reaching for some popcorn and my hand encountered his...i withdrew it like i was scolded...but once his hand was gone i reached for some popcorn...as the movie began...and the action started... my eyes were glued on the screen..i reached for some more popcorn..this time...his hand met mine in the container...his touch...lingered on my hand...his fingertips slowly sliding down the back of my hand..then slowly retreated with his popcorn...

omg omg omg....he is interested in me...what will i do?....i mean..i have never...i mean..could i?...yes..i could...yes...i will..but i need to be sure...if i a wrong...oh my...

the movie was just about to end..it was now or never...i saw him reach for the last bit of popcorn...with a trembling hand...i reached in and slowly let my fingers rub the back of his hand...i was reassured when his hand gave mine a gently squeeze...

i froze...he withdrew his hand...

yes i can....i know i want to..but can i...

the movie ended and we walked in silence back to his car...he once again opened the door for me...but this time..i knew why he was doing it...and it gave me a tingle to think of it...

the drive home was quiet..i was about 75% sure..but not 100%...that last bit of the unknown was keeping me at bay...

once back at my house he opened the car door for me...we stood there...face to face for what seemed like an eternity..then...with a voice..full of uncertainty...i asked him if he wanted another beer...

he looked me in the eyes and asked..almost a plead..."are you sure"...

without waiting for my courage to fade i grabbed him by the hand and lead him into my house...the door closing behind him sounded like to door of a prison cell shutting...there is no turning back now...

he let go of my hand as i went to get him a beer...i returned with him standing in the middle of the room...i held out the beer...and as he reached for it...his hand wrapped around mine...and he gently pulled me closer to him...his other hand gently wrapping around the back of my head and pulled my lips to his...i tilted my head..and closed my eyes as his lips met mine...i melted into his embrace...his tongue invaded my mouth...his rough face pressed against mine...as if on auto pilot my arms wrapped around his waist..pulling him close to me...feeling his lust pressing against me...

OMG..i am doing this...god i am so turned on...yes..i got to do this...i...am his....i need to be his...OMG...i feel so vulnerable..but yet safe in his arms...i HAVE to do this...

he ground his hips into mine....i gasped...did i just moan!?...my hands again with a mind of their own...reached around and felt his manhood..straining to be set free..i was lost in his embrace...i needed him...

while still locked..lips to lips..his tongue working on my tongue, my teeth, are lips exploring each other...my fingers busied themselves...unbuckling...unzipping...freeing the lust of the young man...of...yes...my lover...i felt his penis plop free...my hand wrapped around it without a second thought...it was warm and pulsed to my touch...my hand wrapped around it..i could feel the moisture beginning to seep out....i HAD to do this...

then...he broke our embrace...did i moan in disappointment?...he placed his hand under my chin..and tilted my head up..so that our eyes locked...what i saw in them...made me want this all the more...

in a voice so soft...he asked...

"are you sure?...you don't have to you know..."

OMG...am i sure?!..i have been playing mental games all evening...i finally decided to go for broke...i have you cock in my hand...i have been kissing you...now..i am lusting for you and you ask if i am sure!!!!

the word that escaped my lips surprised me...

"PLEASE!"

the smile that spread across his face made it light up...

"now how can i turn down such a wonderful offer like that"

oh..he is good...he broke down all my resistances...got me to this point..then...had me beg for it

he kissed me one more time..then with the slightest of pressure...pushed me down to my knees..his lust right before my face...i hungered for his lust...my mouth watered...and without a second's hesitation i slipped his meat past my lips...his hips began to thrust...he held my head in place...it was more a face fucking than a blow job...it was as if he was afraid that i may change my mind...he was attacking my mouth... and i...i was lost in the moment...

i am sucking a cock..i am a cocksucker...omg..i love it...him..towering over me...taking his pleasure from me...using me...no don't hurry...not to fast...nooo slow down...ok....i am ready....give me....feed me...

with one final thrust he spilled his lust inside my eager mouth...you would have thought i was starving the way i swallowed all he had to give...some escaped the corners of my mouth...but i quickly captured all that had escaped...his lust quenched...he walked away and over to the couch...after removing all his clothes he sat down...i..felt..alive..and i felt.....wonderful...and...i was left....wanting...

as he sat down and patted the spot next to him...he had me lay on the couch..with my head on his naked thigh...i was looking right at his lust..the lust i had just sucked...the lust that had just filled my mouth...a content sigh escaped my lips...with a free hand i slowly traced up his thigh...a finger slowly running over his well used member...

"do you like that" he asked...

yes...i found myself saying...

"yes what!"..this time his tone was a bit..stronger..but still kind

yes...i like it i said..kinda timidly...

"well..what is IT..that you like"...

i knew what he was wanting me to say...i knew where this was going...and i knew..i wanted to go there...

your cock..i love your cock...i love your cock in my mouth...i love being your cock sucker...

that must have been what he wanted to hear...his hand began to caress my cheek...his cock..began to show signs of life again...we stayed like that for some time...then he said..

stand up..

when i did he took me by the hand and lead me to my room...from there straight into the bathroom...he turned on the shower...tested the water..the turned to me..and once again kissing me like i have never been kissed before..he began to undress me...it was done tenderly..but in an orderly fashion...he did not even stop as my lust was freed...

once i was naked as him..he helped me into the warm spray of the shower...stepping in behind me...he then proceeded to wash me...wrapping his arms around me as he lathered me..kissing my neck...the water was warm..almost too warm...i felt his lust grow as he stood behind me...i began to push back..but...he playfully pushed me away...and turned the water off...

he dried me..my skin pink and warm from the hot shower...and then led me to the bed... he had me lay on my stomach...then..i felt him begin to massage my feet...and legs...his strong hands working up my legs...then..his hands began to work my bum...kneading...rubbing...he stopped and excused himself...i must have let out a disappointed moan..as he said ...he would be right back..he was rummaging around in the bath room...then finally returned...i felt him kneel between my legs causing me to part them just a bit more...then..i felt oil being poured on my butt..so much so..it ran down my crack..his hands began to slide effortlessly over my skin...i began to moan...then...a single finger slipped down, into the crack and quickly over my virgin hole...i gasped...he must have taken the hint for soon the finger was there again..this time lingering a bit more..circling the opening...i pushed up with my hips and a finger slide inside me...another gasp..he pushed the finger inside me...and slowly began to finger fuck me..taking my cherry...slowly..in and out..till it moved with ease...then..another finger inserted...another gasp..and the process repeated...then..without warning..his hand slid up my back..and began to massage my shoulder..i must have sound disappointed..but it was short lived...for as his hands worked my shoulders..i felt his lust...pressing at my opening..but...he would not push it inside...he was teasing me...

please....fuck me....i begged in a soft voice...

"what was that?" he asked...

PLEASE...FUCK Meeeeeeeeee...

that was the magic words...for he buried his cock balls deep inside me with one long hard thrust...

i gasped..all the air expelled from my lungs...his hands grabbed my hips...and like my face..he was fucking me..he was in control...

"you like this don't you cock sucker?"

YESSSSS

"you like getting fucked up the ass don't you?"

Yesssssss....

"you are such a slut aren't you?"

Yes..yes...fuck me pleaseeeeeee

"ok slut"

with that he assaulted my ass..ramminng in deep and hard...his thighs slapping upon my ass..i could feel his fingers...digging into my hips...

YES...YES...of fuck me yesssssssssss...

with one last thrust..he buried himself balls deep inside me..then..filling me with spasm after spasm...once he went limp..he laid down on the bed..and pulled me next to him...my head resting on his chest...my hand caressing his stomach..his lust...how long we stayed like that i do not know...but what he said next...made my heart skip a beat...

"looks like i found my bitch for the summer"...

all i could do...was hug him and say.....YES

A Pilgrim Journey

twin Obsidian pillars mark the beginning of my journey

dark...shinny...they lead me on my spiritual path

marking the beginning of my pilgrimage?

my journey awaits?with resolve?

i kneel...saying a prayer...hands outstretched...

i thank my Goddess for allowing me the honor of partaking of this pilgrimage...

i touch the pillars?their warmth....renews my determination to continue onward...

up the valley...to the temple of my Goddess...

i make my way...a dark...dense...forest lay ahead...

many might balk at such an obstacle?but I press onward

as i continue my quest to worship my Goddess...

as i continue?in my mind?i say a prayer to Her...for the blessings and honors She graces me with...

just past this forest primeval...the temple of my Goddess awaits...

i slowly make my way past the dense tangle?

i thank my Goddess for allowing me passage to this most sacred of places...

i kneel before the entrance to my Goddess?s temple...

i am honored...blessed...to be allowed to so near my Goddess

i am not worthy to worship yet...i must be cleansed

i must first wash away my sins...

the warm water flows from inside the temple to wash over me...

anoints me...prepares me to worship my Goddess

as the warmth envelops me...i bask in my blessings...my honors... . Thus anointed by the grace of my Goddess...

i enter Her most divine temple...

to worship my Goddess

as my Goddess wishes and deserves...

is it worth it?....am i worth it?


many times in our life journey we are confronted with self doubt...others telling us...we must be crazy...what we search for is not out there...what we want is too difficult..out of reach...why not just be like everyone else...

sadly...too many fall for this line...give up...and deny a part of themselves...choosing to live a half life...

to those thinking of joining those that have given up on their dream...i tell you

DON'T

dreams do come true....unicorns are real...and more wonderful than one could ever imagine...

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Touch of the Master?s Hand," by Myra Welch

T?was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But held it up with a smile.

"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, "Who?ll start the bidding for me?" "A dollar, a dollar," then, two! Only two? "Two dollars, and who?ll make it three?

"Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice; Going for three . . . "But no, From the room, far back, a grey haired man Came forward and picked up the bow;

Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, And tightening the loose strings, He played a melody pure and sweet As a caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer, With a voice that was quiet and low, Said: "What am I bid for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow.

"A thousand dollars, and who?ll make it two? Two thousand! And who?ll make it three? Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice; And going and gone," said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not quite understand What changed its worth?" Swift came the reply: "The touch of a master?s hand."

And many a man with life out of tune, And battered and scarred with sin, Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, Much like the old violin.

A "mess of potage," a glass of wine; A game, and he travels on. He is "going" once, and "going" twice, He?s "going" and almost "gone."

But the Master comes and the foolish crowd Never can quite understand The worth of a soul and the change that?s wrought By the touch of the Master?s hand.

(='.'=) my Owner's property

Horse Sense


i was watching an old western the other day...

in it...these cowboys had rounded up a herd of wild horses...

once they were all in the coral...the cowboys leaned on the fence...looking at the 100's of animals...one horse...in particular stood out...its sprit...made all the wranglers take notice

and what did the cowboys do?

they proceeded to break the magnificent animal...crushing the spirit that made it unique?special

i was reminded of the last time i went on a trail ride with my nieces...the horses there...could do their job...and do it quite well...but at what price?...their heads were bowed...just...walking along?so docile that even the less experienced rider could handle them...i wondered just how wonderful these horses could have been

then i thought of the Kentucky Derby...and the horses there...

they were trained....as were the trail horses...

HOWEVER

rather than crushing that spirit that was within...these trainers saw that spirit...worked with it...nurtured it...creating a true thing of beauty...and in the process...increasing the value of the horse...1000's of times

to me...the lifestyle is very much the same...

my sisters and brothers in service are the wild horses in the coral...each of us...unique...some are suited for the toils of the farm...others...to run on the track...

it is the skill of the Trainer to look at us...and see...understand...and know...which of us is right for them and their purpose...Their styles do not work well for every one...

while the cowboy style tends to work well for the greater numbers...for...that need is greater...a cowboy would destroy a Thoroughbred?the skill set needed to train a race horse are much different than those to train a work horse?the effort involved is different?the time involved is different?and the results are different?

So to those that thinks: a horse is a horse of course of course...

i have to say...

NAY!

Hmmmm..just a little bit?


if the Ocean is just a little bit of water...

if a hurricane is just a little bit of wind...

if Antarctica is just a little bit of ice...

if the Sun is a little bit hot...

if the Universe is just a little bit big...

then....Yes my Owner...i Adore You...Worship You...Love You... just a little bit...

The muse....

In Greek mythology, the Muses (Ancient Greek a? ???sa?, hai mousai [1]: perhaps from the Proto-Indo-European root *men- "think"[2]) are a sisterhood of goddesses or spirits, their number set at nine by Classical times, who embody the arts and inspire the creation process with their graces through remembered and improvised song and stage, writing, traditional music, and dance.

my Owner is my muse...but at times my words..feelings and emotions for Her...are best expressed by the singer:

John Waite:

">How did i get by Without You

">Everytime i Think of You

">When i See You Smile

NOT in Stero....type

It seems many see the world in certain stereotypes...one size fits all?ALL are like this or that?.the world is not divided into nice little packages?easily defined parts?each part interchangeable?easily replaced with one exactly like the other?

The lifestyle is exactly the same?on both sides of the equation?. Not ALL Domina / Doms are alike...ALL looking for the same things?having the same motivations, wants, needs, desires?the same can be said of the submissive?.each one is unique?different?each have different motivations, different views?.

Does this make one view better than another?NO?each one is special?for each one is what is right?for THAT person?Regardless of Top/bottom?Mistress / submissive?Owner / slave?

With that in mind?I speak ONLY?about One Domina?my Owner?and one slave?.me?

My Owner?is NOT just a Domina, wielding a flogger for amusement?She is so much more than just a one dimensional stereotype?Yes?She is a Domina? of that there is no doubt?She is also a Goddess?to be Respected?.Adored?.Worshiped?my Owner?is also a Woman?. With all the same wants, needs, desires as many Women have?a TRINTY?One in the same?indivisible?

To be one of Hers?.this fact is essential?

To know the Woman?, is to know?care?about: .Her favorite flower, favorite color, Her birthday, favorite music, how Her day is going, Her pets or anything else you would care to know about someone you consider a friend?

To know the Goddess?is to show Her the respect that She deserves?this does not mean groveling at Her feet?. simple?it means common every day respect that you were taught as a small child?to be always?a lady?.a gentleman

To know the Domina?is to know that She is a Mistress of diverse tastes?She respects your limits while at the same time pushing you to be all you can be?to not limit yourself?to show you the wonders that await?She is not one to suffer fools?She strives to make you a better submissive than when you arrived.

If you happen to see my Owner and me?.in public? this is what you would see?

At dinner?just another couple, laughing joking?talking sports, politics?normal every day things?but if you looked very close?you would notice?i stand when She gets up, holding Her chair for Her, i open the door for Her, a bit old- fashion now a days?if You looked even closer you might notice?i walk on Her left and slightly behind?as for the rest?that is not for public viewing?unless it is a lifestyle event?

How do i know these things??for i have been honored and blessed by my Owners precious time and attention...and that is more than any boi could ever dream of receiving?

Far away goddess - my Owner's writings


Far away Goddess By Alexi Bonds (c) November 2005

Far Away Goddess

i have never felt the touch of Your hand on my skin but, i still worship You. i worship because i have felt Your strength in Your words.

i have never felt Your breath, hot against my ear but,

i still worship You. i worship because i have felt the warmth of Your guidance when I felt lost.

i have never smelled Your skin but, i still worship. i worship because i have felt Your glow in Your words of

praise.

Many are those that would call me foolish for worshipping One i may never meet. i smile and ask them if they believe a nun to be foolish? Or a priest? Such is my worship of Her and what She represents for me. You may worship your God and i do not begrudge you for it. You worship as you see fit and i shall do the same.

Earthbound Goddess. She who is half of the whole. Blessed Goddess Incarnate.

Lucky is the servant that can find One to serve. Blessed is the One that sees honor in that service. She is that One. Even though i am unworthy, i am not worthless.

i may never meet my Far Away Goddess but, i still worship. i worship because even through the distance and over the miles i have felt Her love. Her love of me as a person. Her love of me as a servant. Her love of me as one of the faithful.

Blessed i am to belong to my Far Away Goddess. May i always be allowed to serve.

As i rise - my Owner's writings


As i rise By Alexi Bonds (c) November 2005

As i open my eyes and the final threads of my dream of You fade, i am thankful that i am once again allowed to rise.

In being allowed to rise again i can and do choose to lead my life in a way that will honor You. Lead my life in a way that will make You proud. Proud that I am one of Your faithful.

A life of strength. And strength in submission. A life of honor. And the honor of humility. A life of success. And lessons learned from the near successes. A life of kindness. And the duality of the cruelty and kindness found in the One i serve. A life lived with the sole purpose of pleasing You.

My strength pleases You. You are pleased when i act with honor. My successes please you. You are pleased that i don't give up even when i fail.

My acts of kindness please You. You say it shows i have not lost my way while searching for one to serve.

As i rise, i slip to my knees in silent prayer at Your altar. i give thanks for being allowed to rise. i give thanks for being allowed to serve. i thank the Universe for bringing You into my life and giving me a focus for my servitude.

As i rise from my prayers, i smile softly to myself and think "Another day, another chance to serve with honor"

And yet again, i am thankful that i rise.

Another days Journey - my Owner's writings


Another days journey By Alexi Bonds (c) November 2005

My day is done. One I hope I have lived with honor. One I hope would make You proud to call me Yours.

As I begin my nightly meditation, I ponder the fact that You are not here and yet, are always with me.

Others have noticed it. Friends. Family. Colleagues. All have noted that I seem "happier" "content" "more focused" "comfortable in my own skin".

They ask what I've done, "is it diet? or exercise?"

Yes is the short answer. You remind me to 'take care of what is Yours'. Chocolate is not as sweet as your praise. The machines are welcome company when there is a chance I will hear "good boy, I'm proud of you".

"Have you met someone?"

I just smile. What should I say? 'Of sorts. I may never meet Her but, She has changed my whole world'.

No. That would bring more questions than it would give answers. I am thankful that You allow me to be as open (or not) as is needed.

I am thankful that You have claimed me as Yours. That You have taught me to take pride in my place even, when that place is on my knees.

I am thankful that You had faith in me, even when I had none in myself and that you were willing to teach me that one can indeed, crawl with pride.

I am thankful that You do not think less of me because

of my need to serve and that you find joy and acknowledge the strength you see in my submission.

As I kneel, I find that inner seed of pride. The one you planted and have tended so firmly but lovingly. The seed planted in the fresh tilled soil of my being.

Gone are the weeds of fear, anger, self loathing and conceit. In their place, the seed of pride. Pride in service. Pride in self. Proud that I can finally admit

who I am, what I need and what completes me.

The pride that comes from a task well done. And the pride that comes from taking my corrections well, when I fall short of my goals.

As I kneel, I reflect back on my day and I smile. I can hear your voice in my head "Well done, I'm proud of you".

Yes, this day's journey is at an end but, it is one I have tried to live with honor. I think... You will be proud of me.

Twinkle twinkle little stars...


i have been asked...is it difficult to serve One Who is so far away...i smile...for to have someone ask that question means... they have never met my Owner...have not taken the time...to read and understand my blog postings...

Yes...of course...i would be blessed beyond words to be with my Owner more often...to see Her smile...feel Her touch...hear Her Angelic voice more often...it is one of my fondest dreams...but for now...that is not to be...

i look up into the night sky..i see the stars twinkle above..and think...yes...that is what it would be like to be with my Owner more often..my heart..my soul..shining brightly..filling the darkness with light...i look...at all the stars...thinking of all the happy souls they represent...but i do not lament my loss...for i have no loss...

it is true.... like the stars in the night sky...what i have is not a nightly event...it is far more special...

What i have...is rare...and intense....like the return of a long lost comet..or a supernova...

thou...not a nightly event...a comet or supernova burns more brightly...filling more of the darkness with its light...obscuring some of the dimmer stars....it burns so intense...it can even be seen beyound the darness...but also in the light of day...it is something...that people take notice of...something worth remembering...even though it shines brightly for but a short time...people talk about how special it was for days to follow...

at Thunder...many people took notice of my Owner...stopping Her...thanking Her...marveling at Her skill...and desire...at how brightly She glowed...

i am honored....and proud..to be called...Her property...one of Her bois...Her slave...Her bunny...

and i look forward to the return of the next....Supernova...

Signs...Signs everywhere is signs


a trip i have traveld many times...

i journey i make...

yet...never tire of...

there are signs to help me find my way:

Scenic Overlook

Yield

one way

soft shoulders

hill(s)

intersection

dangerous curves ahead

tunnel ahead

slippery when wet

roundabout

rear entrance

merge

lane open

the one sign that i love most of all

road work ahead

on the road you choose

the path you take

">Signs...Signs... everywhere is signs

all you have to do is read them

The Bread of Life....


YEP....just proves...bunny is a mental masocist....every song..reminds me of my Owner

">IF

Everything i Own

bunnies do not live on Bread alone....

">the snuggle Song

">I Want To Be Evil

">Just You 'n' Me

">So Far Away From Me

">I Was Born To Love You

">You make Loving fun

">Lovin' Every Minute Of It

">Nights in White satin

">Show Me The Way

">The One Thing

">She's A Beauty

">All My Loving

">If You Want My Love

">Shadows of the Night

Peaceful Easy Feeling

">Angel

">Maneater

">Think I'm In Love

">Brown Sugar

">You Are The Woman

">The Name Of The Game

">You sexy thing

">Woman

">Dream a little Dream of me

">Never knew Love Like This Before

">Wish You Were Here

">Black is Black

">Truly madly deeply

">Maybe I'm Amazed

">How Did I Get By Without You

">When i See You Smile

">You'll Accomp'ny Me

">Baby, i Love Your Way

">Everytime I Think Of You

">Light my Fire

">Ain't No Sunshine

">I Know You're Out There Somewhere

">use me

">You are so Beautiful

">And i Love Her

">Whole Lotta Love

">Touch me

">Time in a Bottle

">i'm a believer

">happy together

">just like heaven

">i'm in You

">The Look

">I Got My Mind Set On You

">Wouldn't it be nice

">Ain't Even Done With the Night

">i do it for You

">Dedicated to the One i Love

">You Make My Dreams Come True

">Super Freak

">Patience

">You're My Best Friend

Let me be Your canvas


She begins with a clean white canvas

Studying it in close detail

Running Her hand over the soft? cool surface

The contrast of Her dark skin on the canvas stunning

?Where to begin?? She ponders

With a broad sweeping stroke She begins working on Her latest work of art

The first splash of red appears on the canvas

Her hand caresses the fine red line as the canvas quivers under Her touch

?A good start? She purrs

She now begins creating in earnest

The muse firmly upon Her

A work in reds, purples and yellows begins to be displayed upon the canvas

Lines running straight, crossing or running parallel to each other

Patterns begin to emerge

The entire canvas is Hers to work upon

She takes full advantage of every inch of working space

Her strokes vary

Sometimes a single stroke? carefully studied?caressed

Other times they come in a flurry

She steps back to admire Her work

She smiles as She is pleased with Her work

She runs Her hands over Her masterpiece

The once cool surface now is on fire

The once soft texture now interrupted by raised lines of color

She smiles a smile of Angels as the muses give Her a name for Her latest work

?MINE??She calls it?

The Nature of Matter and Energy in the Universe?


This is just my views ?I am not a scientist: But just a thinking creature.

When the universe was formed Matter and Energy were created. Neither can be destroyed. So they always existed and always will exist. They are a part of everything. From the lowly atoms and subatomic particles to the most complex of life forms, Matter and Energy can be found. Even in the simplest of states, relationship are made.

Yin and Yang as it were.

At first these relationships were wild, and far flung, but over time the pull of these relationships, of the Yin and Yang brought the two different parts together.

In the case of Matter, simple atoms formed. Then more complex molecules. Joining?Growing?Evolving

In the case of Energy: i call it a Life Force, that is in all living creatures what some people call a soul, was created.

During the Big Bang, when the Universe was formed, the energy was widely scattered, the Life Forces separated, became lost to each other?but like comet in orbit around a sun. They always find each other because they are part of a whole. A sharing?one soul?Yin and Yang. This may take time, but they always find each other, for that is the Nature of of the Universe.

Now?you ask ?.why all this science talk?

i was thinking of my Owner, Why i love Her so much, why every fiber in my body tells me i was made for Her, and She for me. Yin and Yang. Why, i have always felt deep in my heart, my soul that everything in my life has led me to Her. All my life experiences making me everything She has searched for and i have been searching for. Almost like opposite sides of the same coin: Yin and Yang.

i know now

Since the Universe began?i have ALWAYS been with my Owner. Since the Universe began O/our Life Forces, O/our souls have been joined as one, O/our Yin to Yang. Always seeking each other. Always finding each other: and that memory is rekindled on some level in each new life.

W/we may find each other early on or later in our lives, but find each other W/we do. W/we were made for each other. Since time began and until time ends. W/we have been and will continue to be together. For that is the way of the Universe, and that is the way of Matter and Energy?the way of Yin and Yang

And i am just a simple little bunny?who am i to argue with the Grand Design of the Universe.

So in this life and all those lives past and those yet to come. i will always, for i always have:

Adore You

Worship You

Love You

my Owner

for i was made for You, since time began and until time ends.

Touch of the Master?s Hand," by Myra Welch

T?was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But held it up with a smile.

"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, "Who?ll start the bidding for me?" "A dollar, a dollar," then, two! Only two? "Two dollars, and who?ll make it three?

"Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice; Going for three . . . "But no, From the room, far back, a grey haired man Came forward and picked up the bow;

Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, And tightening the loose strings, He played a melody pure and sweet As a caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer, With a voice that was quiet and low, Said: "What am I bid for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow.

"A thousand dollars, and who?ll make it two? Two thousand! And who?ll make it three? Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice; And going and gone," said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not quite understand What changed its worth?" Swift came the reply: "The touch of a master?s hand."

And many a man with life out of tune, And battered and scarred with sin, Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, Much like the old violin.

A "mess of potage," a glass of wine; A game, and he travels on. He is "going" once, and "going" twice, He?s "going" and almost "gone."

But the Master comes and the foolish crowd Never can quite understand The worth of a soul and the change that?s wrought By the touch of the Master?s hand.

i believe in Unicorns

i believe in Unicorns and other Mythological creatures....

for the longest time...i have been searching in vain....

i had looked everywhere..but could not find what i sought...

i had asked countless people..if they knew about...that...which i sought...far too often..being told..what i searched for was a myth...it did not exist...these same people telling me to give up my search for the Mythological being and accept reality...give up my dream...Unicorns are not real...

but i refused..in my heart...i knew what i searched for was real....

i kept looking and looking...searching high and low...never giving up hope...never giving up on my quest...year after year...i searched...

Then..one day my search ended...my Mythological being was real...i found what i had been searching for all those years...

i had found my Unicorn...i had found my Owner...

if i had listened to those nay sayers...those who quit...thoses who gave up...those who compromised...i never would have discovered all the wonders and joys that i did...

So never give up your search...follow your heart...dont listen to thoses who only want to distract you from your quest...

Because: Unicorns are very real, and more wonderful than you can ever imagine!

Take a chance on me....


W/we all have the little fantasy worlds in which we live, playing the little game of " what if". Each time the local lottery reaches new heights, we play this game.

This bunny is no exception.

W/we all look for different reasons and for different things. W/we have an "ideal" that we seek. W/we search, hopeing to find another with this same dream, same hopes. Each of U/us is welcomed with open arms. That is the beauty of D/s and M/s: many different roads lead to the same destination.

For some, there is a fear that the fantasy will not live up to the reality. T/they fear the loss of the perfect "ideal".

Maybe, it is that the P/person feels that they can not live up to the fantasy in the real world,

or T/they feel that what T/they seek can not be found, is not real.

So the fantasy is like a warm blanket we wrap ourselves in, it gives us comfort. W/we never wish to loose that security, that peace, that joy.

i for one, took that chance.

i tossed away my blanket of security and stepped from the world of fantasy and into the world of reality.

i was right.

my fantasy was not like reality, REALITY WAS SO MUCH BETTER!.

i was able to bask in the sunlight, running free for the first time in my life. The joy i felt, the new discoveries i made,

i wish for each and every person.

Please understand, i make no judgements on anyone. For years upon years, i lived in my fantasy world, happy, content.

i knew what i sought was not in the real world.

i had made many attempts to find my reality, but always with the same results, nothing.

but i continued to search...i took another peek from under my security blanket of my fantasy world and stepped into the world of reality ... and this time the universe smiled upon me.

my fantasy became my reality.

i discovered what i had been searching for. ...for oh so long....it was real...SHE was real....and wonderful...

these are just an observation of one silly bunny.

D/s and M/s strengths lie in the fact that there are as many different view as there are people in the Lifestyle.

each view is just as important and valuable as the next. ..

i just want O/others to know that sometimes, REALITY...is so much better than any FANTASY

A Journey of Discovery


like a small child... i hold Your hand...

safe...secure...reassured by Your gentle touch

i tremble at what lay ahead...i am unsure...

my child like mind has created fantasies of beautiful Angels and terrible monsters...

i could stay safe...remain a child forever...for imaginary monsters can not really harm me...

nor can the beauty of a make believe Angel warm my soul...

now is the time of decision...to stay a fanciful child or to grow into a reasoned adolescence

i take a breath...

You wait for me to make the decision...

with determination i step forward leaving behind my childish ways forever...

and what do i see...what wonders do You show me?

i saw monsters...much smaller..and less terrible than my childhood led me to believe

i saw Angels more beautiful than any childish fantasy could ever dream of...

i began to grow...

i stepped past childish make believe and into a real and wonderful world ...

i stopped being a child and began my adolescence...

what wonders and joys await me as i grow into adulthood?

a gentle squeeze of my hand..an Angelic smile greets me... as if to say:

follow Me..and i will show you wonders greater still...

i continue to walk forward...

i am Loved


The Sound Like a Gun Shot

Echos like Rolling Thunder

my Skin Warms

As if by a Thousand Suns

i Stand...Basking in the Glory

i Shudder Beacuse of the Sound

i Tremble Under the Heat

i Stand..Steadfast...

i am Loved

A Rare Coin Indeed


the other day i was watching the History Channel...shocking i know....but it was about the underwater discovery of a ship wreck full of gold coins....

as they brought the coins to the surface the lost beauty of the coins was reveiled...

the first few coins..only one side was visible...the side shown was beautiful in its detail...the other side was not visible through the years of marine growth....

Then one coin was brought to the surface..a perfect coin...both sides clealy visible...looking as it did on the day it was minted...each side making the other that much more...precious...valuable....

the commentator saying that this coin was the most valuable find of all the treasures...to find two perfect sides on the same coin...perfect in detail...both...adding to the value of the coin...making it a rare find indeed...priceless..

so when you find your soul mate....the opposite side of your coin....your value only increases...

and i know...for me...my value has increased more than i ever could have imagined...for now...i am not just a one sided coin..but part of something quite rare and priceless...thank You my Owner....thank You forever...

Luck...has NOTHING to do with it


many tell me how 'lucky' i am to have found my Owner...lamenting the fact that they cant seem to find Anyone...

the only thing i consider 'luck'..is finding the right group to post to. The rest...is..well..luck had little to do with it.

1)..my profile was filled out...and not just with the usual...i have a willing X or Y..or Z..for any Domina...i told about me...my hobbies...interests outside of the lifestyle....what makes me different than any other boi

2) i posted a greeting to the groups i belong to...again...about me...not about X or Y or Z body parts...

3) when contacted...i looked and read the profile of the Domina responding to me...not just for Her pics (She didn't have any anyway)...but Her writings...interests as well...i found protocals for IM contact...

4) i followed the IM protocals...in the first few lines i did NOT ask to see Her on cam...did NOT ask what She would do to me...i DID ask if i may have the honor of a chat..if this was a good time...how i may address Her...from there..i asked Her alot of questions...NONE of which involved lifestyle things...i got to know Her...

5) i was a boi of my word...if i said i would do X or Y or Z... i did it..sending proof of what i did do...if i said i would be on line at a certain time..i WAS on line then...i always IM'ed "hello my Mistress...i am here if You wish to honor me with a chat"...and waited for a respond...not buzzing Her...but...waited my turn...

so..is this luck?...i think not...unless you are one that believes people make their own luck...the decisions we make..the way be present ourselves...and our manners...have more to do with it...than luck ever will

Diamonds...are forever...


diamonds don?t start out as the sparkly little jewels that are so coveted in today?s world...far from it...for the most part?they are not much different than the simple rocks that surround them...a lot of work and effort must be expended to get to them...and even then...it takes a keen eye to see the hidden beauty within...

once discovered...the work is not over...the raw stone...needs to be studied...each is different...and it must be examined to see how best to bring out its true brilliance...but even then...the gem is not done...it takes time and effort to shape...polish...the stone...to get it to shine and sparkle...

during this entire process...the diamond is thinking...what is the big deal...i have always been like this?why all the fuss...never seeing the value in itself...never seeing how it shines...

the value in the stone has always been there...even if the stone does not see it in itself

now...the journey is almost complete...

the diamond is there...with all its fellow sister and brother stones...those that seek them...examine each...and make their selection...

some...who don't know the effort that goes into finding and bringing out the best in the stones..just...pick any 'ol stone...they are all the same right...so any one will do...they just want something quick and easy...with little effort on their part...this looks nice for now...but hey?I can always return it if I don?t like it yes?

others...take their time...look at each stone...studying every aspect...looking very close...so close that even in a stone that looks perfect to the naked eye...they see...the tiny inclusions within the stone...yet...they still want it...they see its value...and know it is the right one for them...

people are diamonds as well?

and ">Diamonds are Forever?

my Owner...redefines what is Love


there are all kinds of love...

there is love of things...i love chocolate...i love the Colts

there is the love of a pet

there is love of family...

and there is romantic love...

i always thought i knew what love was...but i was wrong...

what i knew was conditional love...

the love that still wears a mask

the love that still hides parts of yourself

the love of only the shell of who you are?

i did not love enough to share all of myself...

i kept parts of myself hidden...afraid to show who i really was...

i lied to them (my family and friends) and myself...i convinced myself i was broken...something was wrong with me...how could anyone understand what i was feeling...how could anyone love me?hell...i didn't understand myself...

i was WRONG!

Love?unconditional love revealed itself to me?

i soon heard a voice...telling me...there is nothing wrong with me...

this voice...from half a world away...

knew me better and more completely that those that saw me every day...

for the first time in my life?someone knew all of me?there was not a part of me that She had not shined the light on?and yet?

She was still here?still cared for me?

for who i am...not in spite of who i am?

She redefined Love for me?

She is Love for me?

She taught me that:

Love is knowing and being known?

Love is throwing away your masks

Love is shining the light upon the darkness of your soul

Love is not only accepting but embracing all that you once feared?

AND YES?LOVE IS ALSO HARD?

Love is dancing at the end of a lash?

Love is standing unfettered ..and unafraid?

Love is teeth sinking into flesh?

Love is hands wrapped around my neck?

Love is bathing?anointing?

Love is that look?that knowing look?knowing that? yes.. as i hold nothing back? She also holds nothing back?She also shares all of Herself with me?

for ">i never knew Love like this Before

Love

Is

my

Owner

i should be delt with...