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This is the way to the stars)
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
~William Henley
This poem maybe a bit odd coming from a slave, but it is one that I have repeated to myself, over and over, especially since I found out that the author was also an amputee.
I have always said that the best slaves, are strong, and capable, as I am. I am a contradiction to so many. I am a feminist, and I believe that women are equal in all ways to men. Perhaps, that is what makes my submission so sweet. When I give my submission to Master Aemons, it is because I want to, not because he demands it, although he will tell you I had no choice, but that is simply the way he tells the story.
So I pursued my road with eager feet and it lead me to Master Aemons and our paths and errands have met. Whither then, we cannot say, further to the fact that I am happy again, content in my slavery for the first time in a very very long time.
I am the Director of master Port Charlotte and I run a Gateway group in the area as well. Please contact me directly for information regarding either of these groups,
Master Aemons with you I feel like I am a slave again for that I am grateful. I thank you for making me feel safe enough to take chances, and believe in love again. Your goodness girl.
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