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MMasterMM
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Sternandcaring
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Sensual erotic slave with a loving heart seeking to find her destiny in the shadows.
A journey of your soul is like the rebirth of a star coming into the world where an entire universe exists bothwondrousand filled with awe and fear at the magnitude of endless breathless possibilities.Soul searching into discovering who you are is like diving off a cliff into the darkness with no knowledge of the outcome and no assurances that everything will be alright but still you have to jump because the need to become something greater is just out of your reach and you know that you must take a chance maybe you will fall or maybe someone will catch you ..
Sometimes things seem so profound and complicated in this life but i stop to think a moment and take a deep breath and thats when you realize it isnt so complicated if you hold the hunger and desire even the courage to step out of the box of what one imagines to be their inner turmoils and dreams just to pause and look around and know that you can still want something and not need it or vice versareality sets in and you understand you can step back and its ok to be afraid and unsure but know somewhere out there is a higher and stronger power that will find you and wrap you up in its arms whispering words of love and bringing out that inner hidden youi know so profound tonight i guess
The ultimate experience between a Master and slave could not ever compare to the world i exist in now. I took some time to reflect on how a sadist and masochist for example might interact and upon really digging deep into it i discovered something new within myself.It is interesting to consider that a sadist could feel just as afraid as a masochist does.Both want that feeling of loving andcherishingand both become free in the painful world they wantone in receiving and one in giving.There is then that intense moment when one realizes the freedom in being able to be who you are deep down inside .One would have to seriously think does the masochist who is alone delve into doing things on their own tosatisfytheir needs and vice versa.I dont think anyone will really know the truth although I do know.Anyways the journey continues each day is a learning experience and i hope eventually my One will find me and discover what I am deep down knowing me better then i know myself. I know its not an easy road to go down that I chose but I can only hope that someday I will feel total submission and the walls might be torn down by His or Her hands Anyways, to all those out there still waiting for your paths to cross be well and be safe.
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That moment when you realize it is all on you .....and that you havent been the most respectful or polite |
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lil girl needs a hard spanking any volunteers |
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I am thinking of hanging up my silks a long time n searching and unable to connect to someone that understands me . I am considering maybe i chose the wrong path and maybe im not supposed to be a slave but instead just a mentor and teacher. |
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Apparently i need to state clearly i am divorced and unmarried at this time so whoever it is that is speaking out ........please back your facts up before you try to destroy a persons rep |
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that moment when your cat hijacks a fork and takes it to the dining room table? |
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Honoring International Women's Day
Let's celebrate the amazing contributions women make to our world and our future. Lets just see how many ways i could be celebrated lol |
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So ive been looking around for awhile trying to come back into the fold . It amazes me that some of these profiles are so violent or there is a need to show body parts in them. I guess im trying to understand how that is all incorporated into a deep meaningful relationship.Is it not all about learning and growing and such intensity between two when they connect that nothing else matters around them. What happened to trust , honesty, communication , respect on both sides and the ultimate moment of surrender ...... i have to believe in mental dominance first before the rest . |
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soft serene mystical dark baby girl seductress intense strong owners only need to seek me out and call from the shadows |
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done reaching out peace out people |
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even good lil girls need beatings |
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I am just newly venturing back to the life (though my heart never really left it).I have just updated my profile so please note the change in location,age, and what i am looking for.Thanks for your responses.
Blessed Be |
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The visions inside my mind
Fight to come on every breath
But I have to keep them hidden
Or the world may seek my death
I cannot help these things I see
Every time I close my eyes
Look who I am, look where I’ve been
It should come as no surprise
For I’ve been around the world
Done things others wouldn’t do
They made me who I am
And they told me what to do
I would never hurt you
Says the spider to the fly
But once you’re in my web
All you can do is cry
Now don’t misunderstand me,
I don’t want a ps, just waiting on her ledge
I’d prefer to have a pain virgin
And then take her to my edge
My edge is farther than you’ve been
And farther than you’ll go
Without me you won’t find it
But if you beg me I’ll go slow
Because what fun is the pain
When it happens way too fast
Our ecstasy is over
But follow me, I’ll make it last
I can find the limits of anyone
No matter what they’re called
What I like the best are no-limit slaves
For they don’t know the world at all
This is a taste of my pain side
So you better think things through
Just thought you’d like to know
Before I become Master over you
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…Sadness comes on raven’s wings
To call dark angels back to haunted dreams
In the shadow’s black embrace, I search only
For the beauty of your face
Of darkness, of light
Searching for the balance to make it right…..
I dreamed and in the darkness I found peace instead of the stark cold that has been crowding my thoughts of late. I dreamed and I felt the heat of your gaze, the timber of your voice in every fiber of my being, I felt your laughter, settling over my spirit like a warm soft blanket in the fall chill. I dreamed of your touch, electric on my skin~tiny whips of lightning making me forget where you end and I begin. I dreamed of being bound and tied, of letting go and melting inside, I tasted your lips after you drank my tears, I let go of all my fears.
…..I dreamed of you , and I awoke, renewed……
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Whispers soft in the night visions of love suppressing the fight
arms of strength the warm embrace ,deep in touch wrapped in space
tenders words softly speak tears fall lost in endless peace
satin covered curves draw nigh to her knees she feels His thigh
moans of rapture lost in screams her fight is gone her face serene
bindings of rope help her cope securing her firmly no where to elope
whispers echo into her ear words of promise you are safe here
clocks ticks lost in time ,body moves heartbeat winds
stings on her body marked with care remind her He whispers lil one im here
eyes meet locked in heat the intensity and fire to none can compete
hard to breathe her soul does feed upon a wish a midnight dream..... |
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lost her way
i slip into His dreams, like a soft gentle wind, standing at the foot of the bed i watch as Your chest rises and falls. i want so badly to reach out and touch You, so badly to lie next to You, to feel that closeness i once knew so well.........i reach up and touch my cheek, i feel the moistness, i take a deep breath, and just barely above a whisper.............You are in my heart, my soul forever, i can never forget about You, Your Dominance, the way You made me feel......i turn and fade to black~ _______________________________
Who is He?You are someone who feels a need to submit so deep within you, that this is something you cannot do without. This is not bedroom play to you, this is your existence. This is who you are. It is not a gift to bestow on someone, it is not something you can ignore or suppress, it is not something that comes to you on the weekends or holidays. This is an integral part of you, this is an unwavering and unshakable desire that burns inside you. Make no mistake. I am not here to offer a loving, vanilla type relationship outside of the BDSM. I am here to offer slavery. All-encompassing slavery. Permanent, multi-faceted slavery. It does not matter to me if you have experience, it doesn't matter if you are part of a group or a munch or a scene, those are irrelevant. What is relevant is your desire, your willingness and your absolute lust to become something most can only dream about. You crave degradation, you crave humiliation in its purest and truest forms. You seek a pain and a confinement that will allow the real you to come to the forefront. There needs to be something inside you that will not be extinguished. There needs to be a burning, almost out of control desire to become something more by becoming something less. To being objectified. To being subjected to all manner of training and service. To being removed from a mundane, tedious life and being kept in a way most animals would consider degrading. Maybe you've never spoken to anyone about this, maybe this is something you've never even admitted to yourself, maybe this is something that you don't want to even think about, but your wants, lusts and needs prevent you from ignoring it any longer. This kind of situation requires dedication above anything else. The only thing preventing two people from becoming what they want together is the two people themselves. I know what needs to be sacrificed. I know what needs to be given up on both sides in order to achieve this. To some, the idea of slavery upon which I have touched seems extreme and perhaps even impossible. Yet, to me, this is how it needs to be. Anything less is play and is better left for those who wish to have this as a side kink reserved for special occasions. I want someone for life. I want someone's life. Someone willing to be transformed, molded into something far greater than they are now, by becoming far less than they are now. To being utterly enslaved and kept for the rest of your life in hard servitude. I know I have left out the particulars. This was done on purpose. I want to appeal to the mind before the body. I want to speak to the innermost thoughts of the girl who craves this. I want her to know that I understand what she is feeling. I want her to know that she can tell me everything about her desires because I feel the same way. I know this is nothing to be ashamed of, it is something that very few people can fathom let alone achieve and you should be commended and praised for having the guts and the freedom to make this decision to give yourself entirely to someone else, to having your needs and wants supplanted and yet satiated by your Owner. |
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Dreams about the moment when she can experience this.... lost in his eyes lost in his touch
He arrived home late, much later than he planned. He walked into the house immediately smelling something delicious. He walked through the kitchen to see the dinner she left out for him. He was no longer hungry for food. He was hungry for her. He quietly walked up the stairs, removing his jacket and tie as he went. He entered the bedroom to see the fire low, the unopened Champagne in its bucket, the soft candles everywhere. He walked over to the bed to see her curled up like a kitten, fast asleep. Her blonde hair fanned about her, her slender arms cuddling the pillows. She looked tiny. He smiled down at his most prized possession, his angel, his girl, his toy, his everything. She shifted and stretched her black, silk clad legs, the blanket moved to reveal her full breasts spilling from the black teddy. He gaze intensified, his cock becoming hard. He looked at those full lips that worship his cock. Her movements were so innocent yet so erotic to him. He went to reach for her and just as he did, she let out a sweet, childlike sigh. That stopped him for some reason. He continued to stare at her quietly. His thoughts went to their life together, he remembered his search for her. He remembered the beginning, the incredible chemistry that drew them together, the mutual exploration, values and common interests. He looked around the room again - seeing her efforts to make this evening special and he had missed it. He ever so softly brushed her hair with his finger tips. He removed his shirt and got into bed behind her, spooning her. His hands ran up and down her arms, he kissed the back of her neck, her bottom instinctively cradled his crotch. He ran his fingers on the underside of her breasts, stopping to lightly pinch a nipple. She was waking...'Mmmm Daddy' That word drove him crazy.he leaned over to kiss those juicy lips deeply, tenderly. His fingers found her lace covered pussy, he could feel the wetness thru the sheer material. His primal instinct was to rip the lacy little panties off and fuck her ruthlessly. But he didn't. He wanted to give her slow, sensual pleasure throughout the night. He stood up and she immediately went his belt buckle, but he stayed her hands. She looked up, a question in her blue eyes. He picked her up from the bed and carried her over to the fire, laying her down on the soft blankets. He placed her on her stomach and slowly pulled up the teddy, to reveal her beautifully shaped ass. The little g-string hid nothing. He kissed each cheek and lightly traced little teasing circles over them. She was already moaning and writhing beneath his sure hands. He reached over and poured some oil into hands to warm it. He massaged her lower back trailing down to her luscious ass. His fingers found her pussy completely drenched. He started light spanking, mixed with massaging, her cheeks grew an irresistible shade of pink. She was whimpering and pushing her ass out. He whispered to her 'Up, all fours' She obeyed and he reached for her favorite toy. She heard the little vibe whirl on - and almost came from anticipation.He made her wait, he loved to tease her...hear her little begging, her pouting... His hands hovered over... |
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It has been a while since i wrote anything new and this may be the last one i write again for a while. A life is born and it has small feeble wings that are useless making it weak and helpless until something bigger either comes along and makes it its prey or helps it get stronger and rise up on its own. It grows each day slow and patient until its wings are able to expand to its full potential and that life form can take a chance to lift its wings and soar high above the clouds. So is it for a slave .....she flounders and makes mistakes struggling to make it off the ground......some of us dont make it and some of us find someone to nudge us in the right direction protecting us from the traps and snares till finally we rise up and soar high into the sky an image of beauty and in our new found freedom comes peace but yet agony as our mentor pulls back and stops being there picking us up when we fall. The question is will the fledgling survive?
Tonight a valuable lesson is learned.......if you love something set it free dont hold too tightly or you will lose it forever........you cant push another to want the same things you want it is selfish and wrong....slavery and submission is about letting go ......each relationship is different some have sexual undertones and intimacy some do not.....it doesn't matter my sisters........let go drop the leash .......even if your core of your being cries out for more of your owner........wants to be with him /her in real time .......wants more then what the relationship is supposed to be........ let go......instead focus on giving them all you have inside of you as they ask for it and be your best and be true to yourself ......in this and in your chains is where you find your slave heart .......all you can do my sisters is let go and submit to His/Her will !! Serve well and serve with fire and passion my sisters......Master/Mistress ......... cherish her for you do not realize just what you have at your feet ....she is both a gift and a precious treasure that can be stolen by a thief in the night ......life and time is so precious .....live every moment as if its your last...... |
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I can’t be a slave; a very small voice whispered in the darkBut you already are; the voice answered itself in the recesses of her mind.
To be my Master’s slave means I have given Him all of me.It means I have given Him my heart and I get to watch Him care for it with the utmost care.It means I have given Him my mind and I get to watch it become more nimble under His tutelage.It means I have given Him my soul and I get to watch it dance free within the circle of His arms.It means I have given Him my body and I get to feel it respond to His expert touch.
To be my Master’s slave means I deny Him nothing.If He asks for something, I get it.If He demands something, I get it twice as fast.If He wishes for something, I get it four times as fast.
Am I His servant? Well, I serve His every desire, so yes.Am I His submissive? Well I submit to His every whim, so yes.Am I His slave? Well, I am His to do with as He wishes, so yes.
To be my Master’s slave means I get to fly higher than I ever have before.I get to give more than I ever have before.I get to receive more than I ever have before.I get to feel more than I ever have before.
To be my Master’s slave means more to me than anything ever has before.
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you are not of the world around you. you want too much, you walk around with crazy desires and thoughts...you live for the edge, and yet you want only to be safe...and that world out there doesn't have a place for you.
This is all about opposites. To be strong you must release the act of trying to be strong, to feel free you must be taken, to be free you must be enslaved...to stand tall, you must kneel...and no man out there understands...
In the cacophony of this place you came to seek the peace of surrender.
Ironic. Isn't it...you wander here looking for the thing you need most in this world ...and all hell breaks loose.
And you, no matter how you are 'out there' how strong or how you carry yourself, in here you become the little girl lost, become a kid in a candy shop, a barefoot girl in a shoe store, too many choices and dozens of voices yelling at you to decide - when the last thing you want to do is decide anything - perhaps ever again.
The thing you wish to give, the part of you that craves and hungers, that raging fire of insatiable desire that has driven you away from the vanilla world and into this needs - must have - a place to express itself and be understood.
...but you have this Need...this Hunger...who can set you free through control, who can teach you pleasure through pain, who can dangle you out there over the edge, and yet never let you fall?Then there is Me...
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when does the Tiger Scream?
is it in anger
or hunting
does she speak
of her need
or is she silent in her heat?
Tigers purr
in need and heat
they hunt in silence
they purr
for One.
the choice once made
leaves no room
for any other.
She lies
basking in the sun
and in Him.
She waits for his return
unable to allow another
what is His right
and her gift.
she waits.
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Lock me in the dark my dear
see my skin shine in candlelight
from tears
head thrown back
in panic, and rage.
there I am
in the middle of the stage .
love it?
like it?
want it?
yes all.
yet when will the moth
rest in the flame
ragged yet glowing
fluorescent, neon, hues
you said you would take the child
and
so you did
but you did not leave the woman
to move forward in her stead.
see the tips of fingers stretched
scarlet on the snow
scarlet flowers in the dark
and now its time to go.
and so this time she will let go
fall twisting to the ground
wrapped in miles of blood-red silk
see it is her soul that’s bound.
but still, I’m here
I can’t let go
will I nill I , I can’t let go.
and the owls call out
three nights now I’ve heard them
the owls cry out weeping in the wind.
the owls cry out.
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Ever wonder where you belong and do you fit in any where in particular? Sometimes you know there is a much deeper place to go where the world cant touch you any more and you are finally free you can dance beneath the moonlight and find who you are inside and escape the torments of your restless mind....lost souls floating through time and space hoping to find their destiny in search of the one that completes them inside and out |
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The visions inside my mind
Fight to come on every breath
But I have to keep them hidden
Or the world may seek my death
I cannot help these things I see
Every time I close my eyes
Look who I am, look where I’ve been
It should come as no surprise
For I’ve been around the world
Done things others wouldn’t do
They made me who I am
And they told me what to do
I would never hurt you
Says the spider to the fly
But once you’re in my web
All you can do is cry
Now don’t misunderstand me,
I don’t want a ps, just waiting on her ledge
I’d prefer to have a pain virgin
And then take her to my edge
My edge is farther than you’ve been
And farther than you’ll go
Without me you won’t find it
But if you beg me I’ll go slow
Because what fun is the pain
When it happens way too fast
Our ecstasy is over
But follow me, I’ll make it last
I can find the limits of anyone
No matter what they’re called
What I like the best are no-limit slaves
For they don’t know the world at all
This is a taste of my pain side
So you better think things through
Just thought you’d like to know
Before I become Master over you |
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silent dreams and thoughts echoing in the night .....soft dancing in the shadows beneath the pale moonlight twirling and casting away all worries as she moves across the grass alone without a care in the world........no one can see her face she but a distant memory and imprint in time ...pausing in her dance she moves towards the burning embers watching as they tease and threaten to consume all in its path....thoughts return as she gets lost in the flames thinking of words she wanted to say but could not find her voice to speak them when the darkness shook her to the core of her being...... should she run or should she stay.....to love but to feel the fear .....will destiny change its course and return that which she lost in the throws of pain and anguish of time.......which path does she take the one to freedom or the one to darkness..... |
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I am slowly figuring out that slavery/submission runs on different levels it is not as cut and dry as I thought. I get that there are even levels to the trust and communication areas but sometimes I dont even know the questions to ask or the answers to some questions asked and I find myself searching for my voice inside myself only to realize there are things even I do not understand yet about myself or others . I try to keep my mind and heart open to ideas and new experiences but I soon find there is a fight that rises up within me and it goes against everything I am fighting like hell to have .It is kind of like a fortress surrounding me with walls of protection that have been there so long I no longer even know how to take them down. I know that there is a lot about me I am struggling to come to terms with like the fight that I have within myself to let go of everything and submit...... to finally understand and feel true ownership....there is a sense of confusion and restlessness..... a feeling of having lost ones way some how until that one moment when your heart starts to pound and a word or look causes such intense emotion it begins to over power you ........ the need to have it becomes everything to you and you go right to that edge ....you know that if you can get the courage to jump blindly and trust you wont fall that you can finally find your place and let go free to be who you have been hiding deep down inside for a very long time...... it becomes an insatiable aching need as if you were going to starve and it intensifies a hunger to go deeper only you don't know how or you have a fear that almost paralyzes you or maybe there are secrets buried that you both want to share and hide forever.....either way you hope that someone stronger and more knowledgeable will come along that will open the doors of your soul and own every part of your life |
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The Edge
It is in the gloaming, and the light washes over your body and the diaphanous lingerie you wear.
In our created temple where the burgundy sheets show the paleness of your delicate features, you are bound, kneeling upon the bed. Yes, the simple blindfold covers your eyes, you expect release, you know not the Master’s intentions.
The chamber to our humble sanctuary is warm and you are relaxed, yet at the same moment filled with expectations; expectations of desire, expectations of release. The sound of my voice does indeed soothe and calm, and then you feel the coldness of steel upon your shoulder. You know now that the knife, giver of pleasure, shall slowly take from you that needless clothing to expose to me all you have to offer. You trust me so inherently, you know that the blade shall not ever cut, merely excite for the potential is ever existent. I run the blade down your arm and you shiver, then once again, upon your shoulder you feel this knife quickly and surely cut through the first strap of your brassiere. You quiver. I slowly peel down that one loose strap to reveal a perfect breast, yours that belongs to me. I gently, yet firmly, fondle one of your nipples.
There, you lay, beginning to become slowly revealed to me in your perfect devotion. I cherish this moment. The sight of your body, excites me yet, as you and I are both aware, I have the control to maintain my desire until I allow release. You feel my cock press against your breasts. And I command you to stay still, demand that the wanting you need to suck my manhood be stilled.
Suddenly you feel the knife slowly pressed against your inner thigh. The blade is warm to you, like cum might be, and it slides towards your clit. You remain perfectly still. The blade then turns, and you feel the lace panties fall softly from your hips. I feel your clit, rubbing the wetness that is there. Spreading it upon your thighs. I allow you to lick the tip of my cock now. And you savor the pre-cum taste. Yet I withhold. You withhold, you must.
The trust between us determines the sexual tension within our sacred space. You are safe here, trusting, giving all.
I finish removing your brassiere now with my hands, the blade no longer needed. Your flesh has become hot to the touch and I feel your need as my own.
Knowing your body is mine, I begin to savor every curve with my hands. The slope of your breasts, the hardness of your nipples, the way your neck arches towards me, your lips offered in supplication to my desires. We kiss, a long slow kiss that only heightens our passions for one another. We barely touch skin against skin, I know that to force you to withhold is indeed the greatest pain I might inflict, know that you hate me for this and want it at the same time, and know that you willingly give control to me for it excites you beyond measure.
We kiss once more.
I command you to lay upon the bed now, legs spread for me, and I gaze at the perfection of your body, thrilled with the thought that all you are belongs to me. And then you feel my hard, swollen cock against your thigh, then you feel the warmth of penetration, then you at last know we may begin to move our bodies in that dance, that rhythmic motion that brings towards that union we know now in imminent. I remove the blindfold then, no longer needed, I want to savor your gaze into mine, to see the surrender there, and to know that our hearts have become entwined.
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Beyond the sweaty satisfaction
Of lust spent in coitus action
There is a place she burns to be
Chains of love that set her free.
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A thousand times she could explode
And still yearn to journey down that road
Release is just a mild sensation
Compared to the journey's destination.
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Alone, she cannot find her way
Unless her Master has His say
Beyond the fever and the love
Surrender's what she's dreaming of.
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Beyond the violent crashing waves
Beyond the point where soothing saves
Beyond the pleasures of the flesh
Where heart and soul do truly mesh
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This journey for the brave and bold
No timid soul could have and hold
No utterance could ever capture
The arcane wonder or the rapture...
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It lies beyond the deep subspace
You take her there at careful pace
Fragile, pliant, open, scared...
With skill You made her so prepared...
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Through fearful tears You are the way
Impossible to speak and say
She yearns to share and to impart
The burden of her soaring heart!
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All she is, this moment lives!
No pretense in the heart she gives
All focused here and now with You
She's Yours and she is born anew!
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She's flying out into the air
She needs to let You know and share
She's YOURS and it is awesome splendor...
You bring her wordless, deep surrender!!
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A spinning reeling joy in YOU
She's YOURS and nothing else is true!
You hold her poised upon your kiss
You could not give her more than this
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She cannot find a single word
She needs to make sure that You heard
The gift You bring is so received
Her burning need has been relieved
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Alas you'll only realize
By gazing deep within her eyes
Awestruck and spinning into bliss
She could not give You more than this.
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~ The world will lie to you ~
It will tell you that you are so beautiful
It will tell you that you are not beautiful enough
And no one you meet
Will not fail you
The only thing you can doIs be with those who are worth being with
Although they fail.
And so I saw this world, and I saw youI knew you'd lie to meI knew I'd fail you.
Though yet I knew what we would do to each other
My eyes cut through your lies and saw
You were worth the sacrifice.
I already knew the truth of you
You knew the truth of youBut I saw something you did not see
And that was what made you valuable to me.
Not what you've doneNot what you are.
Who you will be...And what you will do.
And when you saw that I thought these thingsYou attempted to push me away
Not because you didn't want me
You wanted me now, more than you ever wanted anything before
You didn't believe me.You didn't believe in yourself
And you were afraid, of your failureBecoming mine.
That's why I never gave you the chance.
That's why you can't escape me.
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He arrived home late, much later than he planned. He walked into the house immediately smelling something delicious. He walked through the kitchen to see the dinner she left out for him. He was no longer hungry for food. He was hungry for her. He quietly walked up the stairs, removing his jacket and tie as he went. He entered the bedroom to see the fire low, the unopened Champagne in its bucket, the soft candles everywhere. He walked over to the bed to see her curled up like a kitten, fast asleep. Her blonde hair fanned about her, her slender arms cuddling the pillows. She looked tiny. He smiled down at his most prized possession, his angel, his girl, his toy, his everything. She shifted and stretched her black, silk clad legs, the blanket moved to reveal her full breasts spilling from the black teddy. He gaze intensified, his cock becoming hard. He looked at those full lips that worship his cock. Her movements were so innocent yet so erotic to him. He went to reach for her and just as he did, she let out a sweet, childlike sigh. That stopped him for some reason. He continued to stare at her quietly. His thoughts went to their life together, he remembered his search for her. He remembered the beginning, the incredible chemistry that drew them together, the mutual exploration, values and common interests. He looked around the room again - seeing her efforts to make this evening special and he had missed it. He ever so softly brushed her hair with his finger tips. He removed his shirt and got into bed behind her, spooning her. His hands ran up and down her arms, he kissed the back of her neck, her bottom instinctively cradled his crotch. He ran his fingers on the underside of her breasts, stopping to lightly pinch a nipple. She was waking..."Mmmm Daddy" That word drove him crazy.he leaned over to kiss those juicy lips deeply, tenderly. His fingers found her lace covered pussy, he could feel the wetness thru the sheer material. His primal instinct was to rip the lacy little panties off and fuck her ruthlessly. But he didn't. He wanted to give her slow, sensual pleasure throughout the night. He stood up and she immediately went his belt buckle, but he stayed her hands. She looked up, a question in her blue eyes. He picked her up from the bed and carried her over to the fire, laying her down on the soft blankets. He placed her on her stomach and slowly pulled up the teddy, to reveal her beautifully shaped ass. The little g-string hid nothing. He kissed each cheek and lightly traced little teasing circles over them. She was already moaning and writhing beneath his sure hands. He reached over and poured some oil into hands to warm it. He massaged her lower back trailing down to her luscious ass. His fingers found her pussy completely drenched. He started light spanking, mixed with massaging, her cheeks grew an irresistible shade of pink. She was whimpering and pushing her ass out. He whispered to her "Up, all fours" She obeyed and he reached for her favorite toy. She heard the little vibe whirl on - and almost came from anticipation.
He made her wait, he loved to tease her...hear her little begging, her pouting... His hands hovered over...
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it is so good to know people out there can understand what im going through and are encouraging me that there is hope to find someone serious about this life .....its going to take some time to stop feeling bad but thank you to all of you that reached out ..... |
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Seriously you say sorry dont know what happened add me to your favorites then ignore me im seriously confused ..........so now i guess im giving this up totally......good luck everyone on your journey and if our paths should cross Merry Meet....... to my gor brothers and sisters winds steel and honor |
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can someone explain why someone would reach out to a slave and then block them without explanation |
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i started this journey a long time ago and today i did the hardest thing i ever had to do ...it hurts like hell to say goodbye to someone you loved and who cant love you back and give you everything you deserve but somewhere out there i will find that one person that will be able to accept me for who i am and not lie to me that i am important to them ..... just because you are a slave does not mean you deserve no respect , love , etc even the darkest of souls craves that much ..... i wont give up on poly but next time around im going to pay more attention and be very cautious .....ok there i got that off my chest....... takes a deep breath........and so the journey continues...... |
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i am so seriously done looking if mine finds me great but a word of advice ......you do not have to cam to be real |
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Darkness descends on the world blanketing it in its safety shrouding it from its prey .....endless nights lost in fear frightened alone like a blinded deer..the moon caresses the shadowy form she dances beneath it breathless and forlorn..........shadows dance across the walls sounds that echo down the hall.....free at last wings spread wide breathless hoping in the darkest night........chains caressing tender flesh tiny hands reach towards the sky ........fawn like eyes glisten with tears .......echoes in the night
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"The Bag"by, SirWolfr1November, 30, 2002All rights reserved
I walked into that garage sale,That crisp November day.Mainly to calm down from a spat with my submissive,In which both of us had said more than we should say.
I saw the bag tossed forgotten in a corner,It's leathers were old and frayed.I almost overlooked it,Till I saw upon it the D/s Emblem so proudly displayed.
The bag was locked with a padlock,The contents of it I could but guess.I asked the woman how much she wanted for it,My true interest I dared not confess.
"That bag belonged to my brother," she said.As she softly wiped away a tear."We lost him in an auto accident.It's been just over a year."
"His instructions were not to sell the bag to just anyone.But only to the one who could give the proper answer unto me."Confused, I asked her what the question was.She said, "S...S...," and I answered, "c."
She smiled, nodded and I wrote a check.And so the bag became mine.I had no idea what the contents might be.But the Emblem alone, I thought to be a good sign.
At home a moment with my power tools,And the lock lay broken upon the floor.I poured the contents out at my feet,And felt my spirits and soul began to soar.
Canes, floggers, whips and chains.Toys of every shape and size,Dozens of tools of the Master's craft.Lay in heaps before my eyes.
I gave the bag a final shake,Before I went to work with leather soap.When a final item fell from the bag,A carefully sealed envelope.
I opened the envelope and read the words.Written in a strong but shaking hand.I knelt there, with the toys spread at my feet,As tears in a river from my eyes ran.
"My fellow Dominant," said the note."If these words you now do see.Then I know the worst has happened,And I have not survived my surgery."
"My sub and I were coming home,From a party one early spring day.I don't remember what we quarreled over,But I do recall all the words I am ashamed that I did say."
"It was only a moment, I let my attention wonder,I was such a fool that I did not even see.I heard steel break and my baby scream but once.I never did see the tree."
"I awoke at the local hospital,The nurse looking down at me with sad eyes.Where is my baby, my love, my pet? I whispered to her.And it was then that I began to realize."
"She shed a tear and held my hand.Then my heart turned to ice as I felt the words she said.Sir, forgive me for having to tell you this,But the living go before the dead."
"Well, in a moment they will come for me,But first this note, to a brother Dom I must give.To place there in my toy bag for me,I hope to retrieve it, should I live."
"And if I should not survive the night,If I am to join my pet, where I know she waits for me.Then this bag please take to my sister.There to sell to the one, who knows the Letters 3."
"But this last word I send you brother,Though it is spoken from beyond the grave.Love your pet, and cherish her,Be she bottom, submissive or slave."
"For the submissive love is like no other,A thing that cannot be bartered, brought or sold.And the light in her eyes as she kneels at your feet,Is worth more than the purest gold."
"So remember, yesterday is but a faded memory,And tomorrow, a dream that is not yet known.The future is never promised to us,And this moment is all you truly have, to show her she is loved andowned."
"Well, the nurse is back and I must close.Let the chips fall where they may.If your reading this, these toys are now yours.But always remember my brother Dom, what this day to you I did say."
I just held the note, then bowed my head.Without shame the tears did fall,At the wisdom of a true Master's words.Then I heard my own submissive call.
"My Master," she whispered as she drew me close,And with love held me to her breast."What is it that troubles you my Lord?" she asked."I know earlier I was an awful pest."
Without a word I drew her close,And tightly held my love next to me.I closed my eyes and thought of a Master now gone,Whose face I would never see.
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Please Hear What I'm Not Saying
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
but don't be fooled,
for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well
as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command
and that I need no one,
but don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.
So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
 I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.
I don't like hiding.
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings--
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.
Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me
the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.
Charles C. Finn
September 1966
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still waiting for my evil dark prince to arrive ..........maybe i should consider becoming a Mistress once more ......hmmmmmm till then i shall be lurking in the shadows unseen |
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The Master is an artist , His slave the clay, with the whip He will shape her , with humility He will mold her, Some will admire her, But only the Master, not even the slave, will know her true beauty, for her true beauty lies in her love for her Master
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I saw you in a dream one evening many years ago. I was but a child then, seven, maybe eight years old. I was floating on the ceiling of a house unknown to me when I heard a girl crying in the dark. As I drew near I could see you had been beaten, your slender body was covered in welts from a belt which lay on the bed beside you. Tears streaming down your face, you turned to me and in a pleading voice spoke these words "If you take me away from here I will be your slave forever". Mesmerized, I reached out for your hand but just as I felt our fingertips touch the room filled with light and the morning stole you away from me. A sadness washed over me when I woke to find you were but a dream. I wandered through the day aimlessly, my every thought was of you; your tear filled eyes; your slender, tortured body; your pleading voice. All I could do was pray for the night to bring you back to me.
It would be six long, angonizing months before I saw you again. Much had changed in my life over that time. I had lost all interest in the childish games others my age were content to play, I was literally consumned with desire for you. I didn't understand why the sight of a frightened and abused little girl would arouse such passion and NEED deep within my very soul, but I didnt care, all I knew was I had to possess you, fully and completely.
That summer we moved across town to a house which was rumored to be haunted, a beautiful old 3 story Victorian on a quiet tree lined street. The house had sat empty for many years until my step father purchased it. The entrance to the attic was in my room, and that seemed to be the center of the preceived supernatural activity. The door would sometimes open and close by itself, the floor would creak as if someone were walking towards me. My dog, Lady, would not enter the room, she would just sit at the entrance and growl. Night after night I lay in bed waiting for the ghostly presence to snatch me from beneath the saftey of my covers. That was when I saw you again, the dream began to reoccur. Every night I would join you in the darkness of your room where we would live a perverse dream within a dream.
Over the years the dream evolved to become a bizarre, sadomasochistc tale of depravity and lust, You would age as I aged, and our desire for the darker side of human sexuallity grew with each passing year. We had no guilt, no shame, no rules and no limits. We voraciously consumned one another as we bathed in the blood of those who stood in the way of our quest for pleasure.
The dream began to take over my life, you felt more real than the world around me. I was drawn in by your need, by your suffering and ultimately by your vulnerablity. In the beginning I was your White Knight reaching out to save your from an unspeakable evil, but then something happened, the evil of that place began to take a hold of me, I no longer wished to save you, your pain became my desire, your abuse became my need, your suffering my addiction.
I was never able to get you out of my head, even after the dream faded sometime in my midtwenties, your words still echoed in my ears, "take me away from here and I wll be your slave FOREVER". Because of you I was never able to have a normal relationship, I could not hide my dark desires from the vanilla world. From and early age I sought out only the most submissive of sluts who would eagerly offer their bodies to me for whatever depraved purpose I may desire.
Over the years I played with, used and collared a wide variety of sluts, subs and slaves, but they all left me wanting, yearning for what I could never find, YOU, my masochitic angel who haunted my dreams for most of my life. Someday I will find you. Someday when I reach out for your hand you wont vanish like a snowflake in the sun. But that will not be the end of our story, our lives will begin anew the day my brand sears your tender flesh. And many years from now when your body and mind can take no more, our lips will met for the last time and together we will leave this Earth locked in loves sadistic embrace.
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To the owner of this profile i say this .........She has hidden within the shadows of time seeking His hand waiting for the darkness to turn from its wretched secrets into a beautiful sadistic bliss and endless morning light that caresses both our flesh where is my knight my dark twisted soul that longs for his darkangel..... |
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Still exploring where I belong today and not any closer to the answers I seek ,but it is kind of fun meeting so many new people. |
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Reading all the supportive messages and realizing there are good people in this lifestyle and appreciates you all writing . The feeling is kind of overwhelming when you try to walk alone through this and you hope that you can touch someones life if but with a few words.....please give me some time to give you a thoughtful and heartfelt response. |
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| Age: 29 |
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