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*When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.*
Anais Nin
Use what talents you possess: The woods would be very silent, if no bird sang there except those that sang best.
Please do not bother if you are married or seeking someone to join a poly household.
Women engage in battles which they yearn to lose. We wish to be overwhelmed and conquered. That is why we fight. If we did not protest and fight, of what value to a man, we ask ourselves, will be our conquest?
I knew he was dominant over me. This had nothing to do with the fact that I lay stripped before him, wrists and ankles lashed. It was the fact that he was totally masculine, and in the presence of such a stimulus, my body would permit me to be only feminine--------- begin ideal person ---------------
I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
“Slavery has many effects on a woman. It softens her, it enhances her beauty, it gives her a profound sense of herself, it fulfills her, it increases, considerably, her sexual responsiveness, it increases a thousandfold her capabilities to love, but one effect it does not have, it does not reduce her intelligence.”
A Master knows every inch of what is His, both inside and out. He knows the beating of her heart.
He knows the things she won't admit to herself, He knows when she can do that which she believes is impossible.
He knows when she does not lie to Him but rather to herself.
He knows when to tell her to leap across the chasm, and He knows when to hold out His hand in support.
He is strong, and punishes when He knows it is needed no matter how much it hurts.
He remains strong when she fights against Him, telling Him to leave her behind lest she hurt Him in any way.
He envelops her in His tenderness and kindness to protect her and then pushes her out to brave the elements to show her He is always there.
He is her center when she is lost, and He holds her together when she flies apart.
He trusts her, her devotion to Him and her slavery. He trusts her to serve well and to behave properly when He is not there.
He trusts her to open herself completely to Him and to turn to Him when she hurts so terribly within she can not speak or cry.
He trusts her to follow His instructions, and for her to ask when she does not understand.
When this is found, she gives herself completely to Him, begging Him to help her discover more of herself so that she can give Him more.
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Try not to become a man of success but rather to become a man of value.
Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955) |
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I do not know the Author of this... But enjoyed it and thought it was worth sharing.
A confused sub came before a wise Master who adored her. She felt that to submit to him would mean she would open her heart to unbearable pain should he ever leave her. She hungered for him and needed him, but was ready to walk away in panic.
The gentle Master knelt her before him and started a tale of love and devotion. As she looked up at him his arms began to widen and open like a large tree stretches its branches to the sky. At that moment the Master appeared rooted to the floor and his impressive size towered above her like a giant tree. Then he began to speak.
I'm here for you, now and always no matter how far time and space takes us. Whether you walk away from me today or you stay and serve me I will not turn from you. I am as patient as time itself; I will take not from you unless you give freely and completely of yourself, but I give onto you regardless -- for my love is unconditional.
Like the olive tree that can both feed you and shade you, I am there seemingly eternal to your short life on this earth. If you need my fruit to feed your hunger I will give you all the fruit you need. If your skin grows dry and loses its luster, the oil from my fruit will restore it and make it glisten. When you need comfort my leaves will gently caress your face with the slightest breeze. When you need discipline my branches will correct you when the wind blows strong. If you just need my shade to protect you from the sun, my branches will shade and protect you. If you need warmth at night my fallen branches will fuel the fire to keep you warm and safe. If you need a refreshing breeze my leaves will fan you and cool you. You are my gardener.
When you submit to me, you tend that which keeps me vibrant and full of life. When you kneel under me and till the soil, you give breath to my roots. When you water me, my sap flows strong through me raising my limping Branches. When you soil yourself collecting fertilizer with your bare hands, you strengthen and humble me with your devotion.
Although my life will go on, life would not be the same without you.
Your dedication and unconditional care for me keeps me vibrant and nurtures my very core. The sustenance and protection I give you seems little reward for your servitude. Still the gardener serves the tree from her heart and the tree gives to her heart all that he can!
I am planted firmly on the ground and cannot follow you if you walk away from me. . But be assured I will survive. One hundred years later and two of your lifetimes; I will still be there, waiting for you in the same spot to offer you all that I do now.
Stay with me and be my gardener. You cannot get lost in me for we are complementary to each other. I am your devotion, and you give meaning to my existence. Apart we live life and survive; together we bloom eternally!
As the Master finished his last words the sub cried herself to sleep at his feet. That night, he stood planted there like the Olive tree offering her his unconditional love and protection as she slept. As she would tend to him with her devotion the next day and everyday |
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The man who is proudly certain of his own value, will want the highest type of woman he can find, the woman he admires, the strongest, the hardest to conquer - because only the possession of a heroine will give him the sense of an achievement, not the possession of a brainless slut.
-Ayn Rand |
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*When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.*
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The thought of how often the tone or the sound of a single word emitted during a scene can make the scene more intense, powerful and passionate.
Yes the sound of a low growl in ones ear as your Master tells you what is going to happen next can make one’s body shiver. The sharp command to do something can place the right mindset. The deep voice speaking is the point that rivets the scene to soar higher.
Yes the sound of His voice is commanding, not just the words spoken but the mere tone, attitude and manner that the reverberation has is prevailing and effective. |
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For a friend who asked;
Serving your Master is also about serving yourself; a good Master will help you fulfill your needs. Masters by there nature are caretakers, why else would they want to have such an enormous responsibility as taking on the total person who surrenders to them?
Serving is one of those things, being cared for in a relationship such as a Master/slave is in its self a huge undertaking. A good Master see’s a slave as part of his self and therefore nurtures the slave’s needs and does not take without giving… so consequently not nurturing her, is in essence denying himself the nurturing of the slave. A slave is an extension of the Master, as a result not giving to the slave is not providing for himself.
The relationship of master and slave is the relationship of total, helpless intimacy.
Strength has nothing to do with being less submissive, less feminine. It is because of that strength that we are appealing, fascinating, enthralling, and above all memorizing. That is what makes us the best kind of slave.
Weak minded mirror reflections of a Master are flat, single dimensioned and without character. We are an extension of what are Masters desires are, but we are also imaginative, creative and sincere, There is depth to us, that is what makes us original works of art, a priceless possession.
My favorite quote to say to others when they speak of the passive, doormat type of slave is ~Why own a worm who does not know how to stand on its own; when you can own a falcon that willingly returns to the leather glove of its owner?~ That saying by the way is one of my own.
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There are so many types of Masters and Dominants.
On one end of the spectrum, there is the type that believes none of it is about the submissive – it is all about Him.
A ‘Master’ that does not inform or assist you in making an EDUCATED and FULLY AWARE decision regarding your submission – is simply a predator or user or worse.
But there are the other One's
The Ones who Know;
However; Masters 'in the know' and worthy of respect and worthy of your submission are fully aware of their responsibilities and do not treat those responsibilities lightly. Do not cheat yourself by submitting to One that is any less."
The amount of soul-searching, introspection, reflection, courage, individualism, isolationism, and individual growth that each Dominant had to perform and withstand …and still emerge strong and confident….
Each having their own personal Hell they had to travel through in order to accept themselves for who they are, and then strike out and define/find their own path…. requires such depth of character …
No wonder they stand above all others
A category among themselves
Unique
Individual
A Master |
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Today I spoke to a Master that knows me well, perhaps as well as I know myself, He and I have spent many hours talking about who I am, what I seek for myself from this life to the type of Master it would take for me to give up all independence and surrender complete control of who I am to His loving, compassionate, gentle, tender controlling hands.
We spoke of my independence that I have always retained through out all my relationships. We spoke of why this is and how it happens. That in the beginning of all of my D/s relationships I relinquish that independence, however if the Master fails to care for the needs that I have given Him control over and I must do it for myself, then I will not look to Him again to care for those needs and will instead retake what has been in essence given back by neglect.
This Master and I have long been friends, open, honest and revealing to one another, yet never in the foundation of that friendship have I ever felt that I was His equal. I have always known my place was slave, not because He has said so, or admonished me for being un-slave like. Simply that in His presence, I know who I am and delight in it.
When I say I am not His equal I do not mean, He thinks me less than Him, or that I lack in anyway… it is that He shows me by His reasonable, rational and realistic ways that He knows what I need to feel at ease, in my comfort zone as a slave. Thus providing that place for me to become transparent to Him.
That even when I am stubborn, independent, self-determined to stand fast and hold onto all that I am, what I desperately seek is a Master that will give the path to travel of trust so that I no longer need to exhibit such qualities. A quote from Him tonight “you are destined to serve One Master absolutely.”… “you need the perversion of a single mind to control you and know ultimately”
I wonder how this man, this Master whom I have know for years, who has not ever touched me in a sexual manner nor laid to my skin a single instrument of pleasure or pain can know my mind with such depth and why He does.
There is no magic wand that He waves, no special insight He holds over others, the words I speak to Him are not said in such a way that other could not perceive the same, yet this Master knows my soul in a way that no other has understood. There are a few out there that get many things about me; some are indeed close relationships I have bonded with through out the years in this life. With these intimate few in my life I feel at ease,
I know they see me in the way that I am; to them I am nearly transparent…who I am obvious and perceptible.
Yet still I wonder, why is it that so many don’t seem to see the clarity or effortlessness in which I conduct myself. That the lucid, intelligent, accomplished female that is before them is proud, but not prideful, is confident but not vain, and is clever without being demeaning. That a female can be and is all those things that she wishes to achieve and is still feminine.
Yes I wonder about this Master, this friend, this companion of my soul, this ally who knows my heart, my mind. This singular attendant to my travels in this lifestyle, who advises me, guides me, explains, questions, defines, describes, classifies and most of characterizes the very core of who I am without ever putting a label on it, but just lets it be as it is meant to, because that is who I am. A Unique individual, as we all are, NO label required. |
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| Age: 45 |
| Asheville,
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