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| slave collared on 7/27/07
Unowned slave needs strict, unyielding Master. Willing to relocate to northern climes only. Location outside U.S.A. is possible. Looking for single man financially and emotionally stable - ready and able to take responsibility of ownership. The Master this slave seeks will demand complete 24/7 TPE. He will want and need a slave who exists only to serve Him. He will tolerate no limits and derive great enjoyment from humiliation,degradation and objectification. He will delight in her tears and her pain will be His joy. This Master will know how to walk the walk as well as talk the talk.
Brief period of online/phone contact, then a meet. No married men or women, no couples, no games, no players please.
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You look but do not see me.
You walk by and know not that i am there.
You stand beside me and do not feel my presence....
You walk among so many faceless, shapeless entities, so consumed by self.
You have no awareness of the world around You.
You eat but do not taste,
You speak, but do not hear,
You look, but do not see,
You touch, gut do not feel...
Endless, mindless motion...
Restless, boundless energy without direction...
Not consciously seeking, thus never able to find. |
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The lifetime I have left, I open to You...
To tread upon and travel through.
You pave the road...
I'll follow.
You build the bridge...
I'll test it first. (Rod McKuen)
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The moon is full and the stars bright.
There is a light wind whistling a lonesome song. The night wraps itself around me like strong arms - giving comfort, providing safety from all harm.
The trees sway and bend in the wind as it picks up strength and whirls around me. The winds song calls to my soul. A shudder ripples through me as the sensation sends a chill up my spine. And the wind whisltes again, stronger, louder....A siren beckoning to follow...to follow to a place unknown, for a time unspecified...for the purpose of serving a Master as yet unseen....
One step, then another, the wind, a gentle hand upon my back, the night a mother's tender arm around my shoulders. An owl's hoot startles me and I falter...as I look up I know He is there - in the shadows...He extends one arm, His hand outstretched and the wind howls urging me forward once again..The Man stands tall in the shadows, the night engulfs me but I feel no fear, as He turns and walks down the path, I follow just a step behind, as I know I will always follow. I will always serve....For He is Owner and I am owned once again. |
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In becoming part of someone else,
you loose yourself and that is the very least that happens.
Lucky are the ones who gain a language or stumble on a system not yet tried while they are giving up what little independence there is left in this world. *Rod McKuen |
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I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don't mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling all that I am capable of doing but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.
-:Anais Nin:- |
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slave dedicates the following entries, made this first day of August, to her new Master as they begin on their journey together facing all the promise, the challenges, and the rewards that she knows this long awaited M/s dichotomy will bring....for it is truly " A World of Absolutes".... |
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The world around us is one of situational ethics and malleable values. Everything is relative to the moment. The professed standards for today are compromised tomorrow for the sake of expediency. Some people thrive in an environment like that, while others feel as if cast adrift, struggling to stay afloat by clinging to a few straws of consistency. Some of us find those straws in a Master-slave relationship. |
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An M-s lifestyle is one of absolutes. One's role in life is precisely defined. Obligations and privileges are spelled out in unambiguous terms. Two people enter into a partnership where one will take the lead, and the other will follow in support. There are no vacations, no time outs, no reversal of positions. Laws and rights are irrelevant; no outside agency dictates how they will live. The structure of their lives together is based on the trust, and faith, each one has in the other. |
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A Master leads. Not just when it's easy or fun. There are no breaks because he is tired. There are no open and closing times; it is a 24 hour per day occupation. He answers her questions, every one, every time. She will never hear the words "I don't care" because he doesn't have that option. He will have an answer to everything, even if it's no better than "I have to think about it". If she has a problem and asks him what to do, it becomes his problem. He does not pick and choose the ways he will be her master; it is all or nothing. |
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A submissive follows and supports. He is her master because she trusts his judgment. She has a deep abiding faith in his leadership, a faith never shaken by the inevitable mistakes he makes, for she knows he is always motivated out of concern for her. She knows there must come a time in any disagreement when his word will be final. For the sake of harmony and peace in the home, someone must yield, and she will be the one. It is her task to build that place of refuge for the two of them, the island of quiet free from strife. Through her obedience to his ultimate authority, through her love and devotion to the man she calls master, she creates that oasis where he can go to relax and be himself, with her at his side. |
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He is the rock of stability she depends on. Her security comes from the certainty he will always be there no matter what happens. She sees the love, the desire, the need to own in his eyes, all telling her how important and valuable she is to him. He is her absolute, the one facet of her life that she can count on to be there when she needs him.
By Jack Peacock |
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And he will be there, for she is the treasure of his life. She gives meaning to everything he does, be it providing for her, guiding her through life's rocky moments, or just spending intimate moments together. She is the half which completes the whole. Without her he has no purpose, no home, no future. She is his absolute, the one person he can trust to reveal his innermost self, the one he knows he owns, he controls, the one who cannot leave him. |
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By any definition those in an M-s relationship are extremists. They attempt, and succeed, at what most would consider an impossible undertaking. A timid cautious approach with halfway measures won't work. Success or failure hinges on the absolutes of keeping commitments, and mindsets, every minute of the day, in every way. Debates about whether she should or should not submit to certain types of orders are counterproductive. Her focus is not on judging the merits of what he asks, but rather how best to accomplish what he seeks. She must use her skills and natural talent to understand his mind, how he thinks, what motivates him when he demands. She looks not only at the letter of his law, but the spirit behind it. |
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His objective is not to lose sight of her as someone with her own personality and opinions. His job is not to stifle her but encourage her to blossom within the boundaries he draws around her. He doesn't take away her freedom, he gives her the protected secure space to grow, free of outside distractions. He cherishes the person inside her, using his power to command to draw that inner personality out, to break through the inhibitions and fears that hold her back. He does not use that power in a frivolous manner but with careful consideration. Were he to do otherwise her faith in him would be destroyed, and he would have no one to blame but himself.
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slave dedicates this entry to her new Master as they begin on their journey into a
"World of Absolutes".....
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If finding, acquiring, and bringing a slave into Your life at this time is NOT among Your top priorities, please pass me by! I look at this medium as a place to make initial contacts only - a place to facilitate a move to real time via phone and then meeting in person. If You are looking to dilly dally around online with emails, chat and IM's, again - please pass me by!
This one is an experienced slave who hungers for complete Mastery and is ready for real time introduction and short term acquaintance before complete surrender.
If You are strong enough to lead, i am strong enough to follow. If You are Master, i am slave.... |
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i do not kneel before men because i am weak. i kneel because i am strong enough to accept myself. (kaylee,2001)
The men i am drawn to serving are the kind of men who do not need to push me down or weaken me in order to make them feel powerful. They are strong because that is the kind of men they already were, before i ever entered the picture. Even as a strong woman, they inspire me to kneel before them. (kaylee..2002) |
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i need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction. Ayn Rand, Anthem, 1946 |
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