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For now I choose to remain a mystery, I am like a Pandora's box you would never know what you will find inside. Would it be passion, excitement, ecstasy, or danger that is the risk that only you can choose to take? My journals reflect some online enter thoughts giving you a doorway into who I really am. I will remain a mystery until you can unravel all that I am and see what lies in the box.
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I was reading profiles and I came across an interesting one that got me to thinking. I see so many people on here playing the victim card and wanting to blame someone else and not taking responsibility for their choices. We all have to face making choices and decisions that will affect our lives forever. You’re the one living your life and no one else can lay claim to that and you are the sole proprietor of how you choose to live your life. We all must take responsibilities for every choice and decision that we make it our life and unless it's a complete act of nature we deserve everything we get. Now if we do not like what we're getting them we should alter it and stop blaming others for the choices and decisions that we make they are our responsibilities and no other. Example, if you accept someone's collar in a few hours or day or even a week and then they turns out to be something other than what you believed, then you're at blame and should take the responsibility for choosing to accept the collar before you took the time to really know that person and to make sure they will all that you believe they were. There are many more examples that I could put on here but I believe you get the point. You did it, you made the choice, now take the responsibility and grow up and quit putting the blame on others. Life is no more than a series of choices and decisions that we as individuals must make ourselves and then take the responsibility for doing so. We need to stop blaming others and playing the victim card, when it was are choices and decisions that led us to that position in the first place. The simple fact that you are living your life and no one else can live it for you, so grow up take responsibility and if things are not going as you want them to the altar your life.
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The fight within!
There are two kinds of women within you the traditional society woman and the submissive woman. The traditional woman would take you down a path that society has set forth with its values of how one should live its life. The submissive woman goes down a different path filled with enjoyment, excitement, fulfillment, and living her life to the fullest. There is always a war going on between the two and will always come down to this one simple fact, the woman you feed will be the woman your become. |
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When I am not in your presence I will make you remember how it felt to be pushed up against the wall staring straight into the eyes that see through you, make you swallow hard waiting for you heart to beat again. I will make you remember how it felt to crawl across the floor, kneeling at my feet having been drawn to me without a word. I'll make you remember how it felt to feel my hand grabbing your hair pulling you up to me as you tremble almost biting a hole in your bottom lip. I'll make you remember how it felt to be bitten on the back of the neck or your nipples feeling my teeth so close to piercing you. I will make you remember how it felt to be been over the back of the chair without warning without pretense without question. I will make you remember how it felt to feel tears in your eyes as my hand turned your butt red. I will make you remember the words I used or the names I called you and how they elicit a response from you making your body betray you. I will make you remember how it felt to be throw down and taking, not against your will for your will was to be they’re to submit to me and I will make you remember how it felt to be mine.
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I have found that some submissive feel that submission is a choice to them, but submission must be a necessity just as breathing is or you one never truly surrender to that submission. There are many that are embarrassed to admit to their desires and very them deep within themselves. The real choice that you have is to choose to start living and find freedom of becoming the person you truly desire to be. Many would try to tell you that the need to change you, but that is not true they only have to take what you are and mold and shape it into all that it can be. There is no shame in admitting that you are submissive and a slave, one should be proud to hold that name.
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What would I draw upon your silky skin? Would my evil mind know of all your sins? Would you beg for the touch of my hand that would burn your flesh? Would you desire to hear me call you slave, or would you have me wait for days? I will make you scream into the blackest night, making you call out my name as all your desires take to flight! My thoughts will penetrate your mind so deep, that not one of them will seep! Your mind will be screaming, as your eyes will be gleaming, as my words will seal your fate, where time there's no ending date! Great pain and pleasure you will endure when I walk out of the shadows and pull you into my world. There is only the beginning, and never and ending.
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DARKNESS!!
Are you feeling things you can explain? Desiring to say things but you can't to others? Do you feel things that even you are afraid to omit? Are you afraid to feel the cold steel tightly around your neck? The time has come to set your mind and soul free to speak to the darkness. It is time that your destiny takes shape and you completely give your surrender to the darkness. It is time you gave total control over to the darkness and for fill all your needs and desires as they was meant to be. It is time that you stop pretending to be something you're not and become all that you are. It is time that you come home to the darkness where you have always belong and desire to be.
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There is an unmistakable chemistry that no words need to be spoken for both the dominant and the submissive to feel. It is like a forbidden fruit once tasted wakes hidden desires that can no longer be controlled. The sensation leaves you week wanting more of it until it feels you full of pleasure in ways you only dreamed. Envelop you into an inferno of hunger and craving that arouses the very fibers of your being. There is no turning back once you had a taste of the sweet nectar and felt the chemistry that connection you to him. Many are not up to the challenge of accepting what the feel and the soon fall by the wayside never finding the fulfillment that they had seek. They live day after day with regret and always wondering why they couldn't accept what the know was all that the ever desired.
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A slave must feel the confidence and control in a Masters voice that is so intoxicating that it takes her breath away and she accepts turning over that control to him. He must eliminate her fears and make her comfortable entrusting him with the control over her. She must be comfortable and know that he can handle all that she is giving to him without doubt. There's no substitute for competence and control and she needs not only to hear it, but also to feel it in his words. He must allow her to struggle and except all that he has to offer with great patients and understanding that it would take time and the struggle will repeat itself until she accepts it fully. The power struggle is intoxicating all in itself. The smiles, the glares, the stares, the scent, the steps forward, the steps back, the words not spoken, the read-between-the-lines, the boldness, the energy, the exchange. It’s almost as if you can sink your teeth into it and drink from it… it is so palpable. Do you miss the way it feels to sink into the struggle, to let it’s darkness and heat slide over your skin while you wait for the control to be taken and the calm to settle upon you. It can be dangerous, but worth everything in the in.
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It takes great strength to look within oneself and omit they are a slave and desire to turn over control to a dominant. It takes great strength to see that freedom comes from being the person they truly are. It takes great strength to face your destiny and become the slave that you have chosen to be. It takes great strength to stop pretending that you are something else and omit that you are who you are. There is no weakness in being a slave no weakness comes from denying that simple fact. Once you can take pride in knowing that you are slave and omit that you will make mistakes and you're not perfect but you have learned and grown into a better slave for having gone through the rough times. Become worthy of all that you desire and hold your head high for their is no greater title that you could have done for dominant to call you slaves. |
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I will lead you down the path of total submission, through dark paths and beyond the boundaries of unknown to the limits of your kinkiest fantasy. I will discover your innermost twisted thoughts, every secret desire and will uncover these secrets and exploit them as you surrender to me. You will have no choice, but to submit to me, as I take you into realms beyond your deepest dark fantasies. Your only regret would be not taking this journey. |
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Sometimes things can’t be seen, but it doesn’t mean they don’t exist. Hidden deep within a place within your soul your desires cry out to be complete and part of something wonderful. Left ignore they become useless desires never to be cherished or admired in there fullness. Where they once cried out strongly they now become only a whisper in the darkness. What was once a timeless Treasure now becomes only a fantasy in out mind. When you hear only with your ears, see only with your eyes and not with your heart and mind you forget to trust in your self. Faith is accepting what you can’t see but know is true. So when you apply nothing you become nothing, but if you put forth your best you become the best. We learn wisdom from our mistake, for they teach us a harsh lesson. Do you hear the cries strongly or are they just a whisper?
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Does your body burned for my touch, cry out to you in that deep dark hours of the night? Screaming to be used, taken, and ravished until weakness overcomes you? Endless sensations overwhelm your brain until they is nothing but my thoughts feeling yours? No thoughts of time or space just the darkness and unwavering eyes piercing down on you keeping you locked in place by a force so strong that you cannot move, bound to me by invisible chains that can never be broken? Your desires and needs becoming mine, as I give you all that you have and more? Do you feel your tears your pain your pleasure your love flowing freely being taken by a power that makes you yield? This is your torment that you live now by until the day you come freely to surrender!
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I have come to the sad conclusion that this site is like many others, full of inexperienced, a player, on both sides. That most have forgotten or never realized what this lifestyle was really all about. There used to be a code of honor and respect and you was held accountable if you broke this code. Today there is no code there is no honor no respect for once was a great and wonderful way of life. I see Mistress after Mistress thinking this lifestyle is all about tribute paid to her, I see Masters thinking being dominant gives them a right to do was say anything they please. Now there is a handful maybe 2% of people on this site and other sites that really understand and know what this lifestyle really is. Now don't get me wrong I am not bitching or complaining just simply stating my opinion. I have shared a lot of my thoughts and my opinions in my journals and now I'm slowly going to remove them and just come online to talk to a handful of my friends. Now anyone that wishes to contact me may still do so and I will give him or her a respectful reply, but it may be all but impossible to convince me that it would be worth my time communicating any more than that. There are some that are still around that know how much better things wore when we communicate you by word-of-mouth and face-to-face before the Internet came into play. There are many that only know the way of the Internet and I do not expect them to understand my opinions. Raven
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Do you feel you wore born different than most and connected to the world in a much different way that others around you, sometimes feeling like a total misfit and wishing you would like the others around you? Do you wonder if the fantasies, dreams, and desires that you hold deeply within you make you different than others? Have you struggled with vanilla relationships that ended badly time after time and you wonder if it was your fault? The truth is you are no difference than every other that was born to be submissive. You are not a misfit or different from everyone else around you in your life. Your fantasies, dreams, and desires are the same as many others in this world. The difference is in understands your desires, dreams, and fantasies and not running from them but to them. Your dreams, fantasies, and desires are unique and special to you and many others may share the same things but it's how you interpret them to be what you desire. The unknown can be a frightening thing to face but if you take the risk to understand why you have them you will see that you are as normal as everyone else.
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Becoming a slave is more than just fun and games, more than just whips and chains. It is about serving with everything you are showing your dominant that you are proud to be theirs showing that in everything that you do. To be a slave is something that must be felt strongly, and not taken on a whim because the life of a slave is hardly an easy one. There is much work involved in being a slave and serving your dominant much hardship, much love, much growth. To be a slave means taking pride in the fact that you have acknowledged that desire to serve being strong and admitting that you wish to serve another, it does not mean however that you can be treated as a doormat. It takes more strength than many realize to be a slave to another. A slave is the kind of person that's willingly submits she doesn't have to be forced to submit or serve her dominant. She willingly submits to her dominant with pride and joy freely. Being a slave is in the game it is your life like that you chose to acknowledge and live a life that had chosen you long before you ever realized you were slave. Being a slave you will live proudly in serving the dominant that you will call your master. |
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The ability to understand the other person is what allows one to take control; this is true in all aspects of your life. Understand your submissive/slave see you can penetrate the deepest levels right down to the core and you see she'll cede control over willingly and effortlessly but that level must be attained. Many would make a statement about getting control of the heart and you can control all, unfortunately I found that not the true one has to penetrate the deepest level it's before she willingly give over control. Many would try to use fear as a tactic any meathead can use that but it is shallow and ineffective in the long run. Understanding with the submissive seeking what they should get out of person is or her service to you what are her fears when does she feel vulnerable what did she when you can answer these questions you have a chance of reaching the very core. Her growth is a factor and must be concentrated on or you never reach that level to where she freely and willingly gives up control. Mental bondage is something that must be attained sadly few have any clue about this subject. |
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In the twilight of your deepest dreams you can see me slowly moving across the canvas of your mind. My figure bathed in the shadows of your imagination, a distant moon glows softly above. You see your ideal Master with more clarity a striking figure, in the shadows eyes piercing you’re ever through the dimness, your heart jumps and your bodied stirs. You hold your breath aroused and afraid, I move toward you with a subtlety that only I understand. I reach for you and gently stroke your cheek, then lower my mouth to your ear whispering deeply, your journey begins slave come with me. You feel my hand take your, opening your mind and bodied as your soul surrender. Do you dare to step into my kingdom of darkness? Very few are chosen and even fewer are willing to accept their destiny.
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Willing of Flesh and Mind
An slave understands that it is not enough to serve as is required, but that she must also want to serve, that there must be a desire and a need to please. Regardless of the manner of her service, both mind and body should rejoice in it without regard to the demands doing so makes upon her.
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Defining a Master: We’ve all heard about men having guts or balls. Do you really know the difference between them? Guts: Is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being met by your wife with a broom and having to ask, "Are you still cleaning or are you flying somewhere?" Balls: Is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the butt and saying "Your next." Hope this clears up the confusion. |
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Slowly she feels His quiet strength pulling her back to her submission like a strong hand in her hair. Guiding her ever last step as if He knows just where she needs to be. His ever word sending chill down her spine tears to her eyes cutting deeply into her soul as only her One could do. Cans she dear to hope that He has finely found her, that after all this time she can reach her dream? Can she admit to her self or even to Him how she feels or will she deny it all? His pull is stronger then any she felt in a long time His quiet strength has a way of bring her to where she so long to be, how could she ever deny that to her self. Realizing she only find her answer in her submission and His words! |
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ONCE TAKEN!!!
You would remember how it felt being pushed up against the wall, staring straight into the eyes that see through you, making you swallow hard waiting for you heart to be begin. You would remember had felt crawl across the floor, kneeling at my feet having been drawn to me without a single word. You would remember how it felt to feel the strong hand grabbing your hair pulling you up to me as you tremble or biting a hole in your bottom lip. You would remember how it felt to be biting on the back of your neck or nipple feeding my teeth so close to piercing you. You would remember how it felt to be been over the back of the chair without warning without pretense without question. You would remember how it felt to feel tears in your eyes as my hand turned your butt red. You would remember the words I used or the names I called you and how the elicit a response and how you’re bodied betrayed you. You would remember how it felt to be throw down and taking not against you will for you will is to be there to submit and remember how it felt to be his.
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Life is magical, beautiful, subtle, terrifying, dangerous, magnificent, powerful, loving, and mysterious. We all seek to become all that life has to offer us, yet knowing that it will always elude us in the end. No moment is casual no connection trivial and, respect the world, the order of things, and the people that inhabit this world with us, and also respect ourselves. Live with care and responsibility, while still being fearless to engage the wilderness of our desires that we hold in our hearts. The beauty that lies on the surface is short-lived real beauty comes from the depth of your soul. Do not be terrified to risk letting someone get close to you nothing is free. So celebrate each day as if it were your last for tomorrow may never come.
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I am the cruel twist of fate that you cannot escape I give you strength yet I am your weakness. I am your light but also your darkness, I give you antidote but also your prison. You don't want to hold on, but you can't let go I am the fairytale that came true. |
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Slavery and Service!
This is no simple ambition I speak of no easy task that can be overcome with good intentions and wistful hope. It requires an absolute devotion beyond even the comprehension of many. It is the hardest of paths to step onto, let alone walk along and at every step you will be tested, physically and mentally, pushed beyond your limits of endurance and forced to call upon reserves of strength and willpower you never knew you possessed. There is no place for the weak, the selfish or the easily deterred. True service is ruthless, you see? It is single-minded and determined in its purpose.
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When you first came to me your slavery wasn't shackles contained by walls and laid silent in the darkness. The walls were closing in your slavery was suffocating and screaming out for it's freedom, but no one her it's fatal screams buried deep within you. Deny held the mirror and a reflection of a stranger and then for a moments a reflection of the real you. Then you scream out comfort me, bind me, free me, from myself and tear down these walls and set my slavery free buried within me you saw the slavery and you released its to find it's freedom from this prison is been kept in for way too long. I shell burned down the prison walls and set your slavery free to feel the light and its freedom for ever more.
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I am very cunning with the twisted evil minds that will slowly and very methodically pulls you closer to my web like a spider to you feel the bondage wrap around your mind. I am the Hunter and you are to pray that I wish to capture, and I have set a trap of intriguedment and mystery that will lower you into my clutches. I will allow you to believe you're in control of what is going on but in reality that to would just be an illusion to lower you closer to my trap. I am cutting, wise, and very knowledgeable and have home my craft and skills to be the best at what I do.
I see you peeking from the shadows of the darkness they consume you, afraid of what you might see so take my hand across to the darkness and leave all your fears at the doorway of this new dimension. There is only two choices left for you to make either enter or turn and walk away and always wonder what it would've been if you had entered, and regrets for the rest of your life that you never did.
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There is a point where pain and pleasure intersects, where the fire can both burn and soothes your very soul. Touching every desire that is deep within you, and once that line is crossed and the bottle opened, there is never any going back. Once you have tasted the sweet nectar of the forbidden fruit of submission things have changed forever. Once your mind is filled control of a strong dominant the hunger and craving only grow stronger. Like Pandora's box it is frightening to look into the unknown and yet so intriguing with that – of danger and times of excitement of what you may find. Courage is only found in the ones they're willing to risk and see what lies in that new dimension. |
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Age: 28 |
Collinsville,
Illinois |
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