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Female Submissive, 48, Fort Wayne, Indiana
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Female Submissive, 21, Florence, Kentucky
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Female Submissive, 50, studio city, California
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About kajirus302868633
it is with sadness that my collar is no longer held, and again i walk my path alone. Much i have learned, much have i failed, and i hope the lessons will stay with me. To those that have touched me i thank you for the moments of joy, maybe one day things will be different, until then i walk the path in front of me and wait to see what the journey brings...... kajir
my mistress allows me to be kajirus red silk.... my slrn 302-868-633
where she walks i will follow the kiss of Her hand, the sting of Her whip, the welts from Her lash ..shows me i am her most loved possesion
as from Friday 24th Nov i am to travel to Tennessee, on a journey of self realisation and growth. i am sad to leave my One, though remain collared and would stay so, but would seek friends and like minded people whith whom to talk and meet, that i may learn, and share what i have learned. and to my Dearest Mistress........that You should call on me, that You would have need of me, this will be my badge of pride i love You
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A Lesson?s Never Free
Leaving debris in my wake, i trash my way across my life
Looking back I fled not knowing how to apologise
It took one such as you to stop me in my path
To make me realise the pain that was my aftermath
Would that another could have seen the ways of me
Would that I could have learned the proper way to be
And that had I been whole and complete before we met
Then maybe I would be held close in your eyes still yet
I stood broken before you, and never paid the mind
To the lessons I should have learned, I was still so blind
If I could turn the hourglass, shift the sands therein
Step back a while in time and space and we truly could begin
But in my haste I kicked and tore my way into your world
Too fast I ran, with blinkered eyes, still crying out for more
I wondered why you held yourself, you guarded well your pride
And through the flames I see you standing on the other side
With heavy heart I gaze across this chasm which I tore
The bridge a smoking ruin, embers cast across it?s floor
A lesson learned in haste, at cost, and never worth the fee
And the lesson in the lesson, that a lesson?s never free
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Journey's Beginning
Needs must,
Wants denied, my must......
That i should walk a solitary path
Through these furthest realms i travel
Locked in yesterday, i head toward tomorrow
To seek outside that which lies inside
To lay myself down in corners of a foreign field
To find the fruits my travels yeild
I will climb mountains, touch the Goddess' face
Traverse this vast and lonely place
When darkness beckons
When sleep creeps near, to claim me in it's sweet embrace
My mind one final picture plays
My final thought, to gaze upon Your face
No matter the miles, no matter the distance passed
Your countenance would the last i see
Your hand would be the last i held
Your cry the only call i heed
i would run, would fly to You
In time of need
Such is the love so deep inside
That You would need of me
That You would call for me
This would be my badge of pride..............
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Mornings
In darkness?????..
The remnants of the night past
Rush to my feet, their chorus
Amplified by the quiet symphony of your breathing
Your scent rises to me
I fly, wings borne of expectation
I know what waits, my heart sings
I imagine the innocence of your awakening
With bated breath I glide
To settle at your feet, your side
I wait
Click??.
Invasive and abrupt
The electronic portal snaps its whip
Throws lightning through the calm
The dawn chorus of your demanding world
You stir, sweet confusion
Smile
And wipe the dreams from your eyes
And???..
In the moments before the walls are raised
In the moments before the mask applied
In this no mans land we occupy
I see you And I fall in love again |
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I woke startled from my dreams and scared, I see things flash across my mind?? people and acts of delicious hell and mayhem??chaos punctuated with maniacal laughter. I search my recollections for the comfort of your face and cannot find you. I cry out your name and you do not respond. The house is empty apart from the demons and delights that are awakened inside of me?.I am afraid?.and I desire?.O the longing in side of me fractures my being into a million shards of guilt and joy, muscles spasm and leap and my skin cries for the touch of what I have seen behind my eyes. Numb, dry mouthed and hard in my groin I fearfully wait to realise what I am becoming, and I am afraid.
I skip inside again to a giant and medieval scene. the hall sliced through with long tables and freakish people, a carnival of debauchery and pain. I try to separate the love and hate, but these emotions are twisted and welded together in a dance of pure greed. I smell the lust and the juices of their couplings and again call out for my One??..She is not there. Others see me and the circle closes?.. questioning and quizzical smiles surround my trembling self, some of the faces I feel are familiar, not from my life but from dark places inside me, hands reach for me, clad in black and red and gold and darkness, shrouded in the objects of their desire and dripping emotive seed??..my skin climbs to feel their touch and my soul screams into my own depths of wanton joy.
I call your name?I cannot see you?. I need to be held in your embrace?.you are not there. I stand as an island here??..
Feeling blows raining down on me, numb behind the searing walls of pain, I heed none of the sensations that I should feel?.lightning across my face,, the harsh jolt of electricity surges from one to me and through to another
I can see the blackness and blood seeping through the wide rents in myself, greedily sucked up by something before it hits the cold stone of the floor and yet I feel only emptiness and longing for my One
I call your name again?????..
You are not there??????.
My feet leave the ground as I am lifted, borne by countless hands and hoisted aloft, carried to a monstrous wall upon which chains bleed from the gaps in the rocks. Cast down to the floor the cold kiss of steel invades my skin, and then hoisted high again, suspended in a tortured cross, fear seeps out of me through the gaps that the emotional razors tore??..and I cast my eyes down across this nightmare ???.trembling in fear at what may be to come, hard in anticipation and repulsed by my arousal.
Like white hot serpents , pain appears across my body and I see my soft skin tear in so many more places, the wide evil white grin of bone insinuating itself to my eyes and I feel my essence drifting n to the dark void of their depraved passions?..I retreat in to the darkness that beckons me to it?s soft caress.
I weakly call out Your name????.
I see You waiting to hold me as I expire?..
I am no longer afraid?????????????.
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if you want to you can cut me the at least you'll know i bleed but you dont know cause you cant see me cut the silence hear me scream
subliminal
wake up hungry eating my dreams crawlin round on glass strewn floors muscles ripped nerves like cahinsaws cut my silence scream some more
subliminal |
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Others see?
Others see??????????
Steel grey and jade green eyes??.glinting like granite
Lips set hard as ruby quartz
A soul bound in chains and tethered to a cold heart
Livid lines of pain on white skin
Pointed heels tipped in silver
A body bound tight in uncompromising leather and pvc
Corseted
Restricted
The harsh reflection of neon light from chrome manacles on the wall
The coiled kinetic menace of the crop and whip which hang beside
i see
You
And know that i am truly loved |
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 clarity.................. i will be stronger for my trials
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a day of mixed emotions. ilearn more each day both of myself and of the world around me. To grow into myself is a strange and sometimes frightening feeling....not knowing where it leads and where it will take me fills me with a delicious dread....i pray that the thing i become will be as i see it inside me...and that i will have the strength to be worthy. i feel much sadness, things that happen in the real world conspire to take me away from my Beloved and put an ocean between us...commitments to friends and self. i feel guilt for i wish only to be at my Mistress' side yet i cannot neglect my true friends and myself....for if i am nothing then i have nothing to offer my Beloved. i am realistic enough to know what i must do, as is my beloved, but feel the pain of seperation before it has truly happened. the ocean will grow wider every day i fear, for my tears of sadness will make it so. why must new answers beget new questions....when all i seek is so simple? |
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same day...later....with the consent of my Beloved.....i wish to correspond with other subs/slaves in order to learn. I wish no relationship for i belong....but would learn that i may serve my Beloved better. |
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Anew month begins.....and i look back over a month that has filled me with awe and wonder. This has been a month of firsts for me......my first full month collared, registered and owned. i have grown into my collar ...it feels like a natural part of me and when it is not there (rarely) i feel an emptyness....... my understanding of my slavery grows too.....with the help of my Beloved and some (sometimes painful) soul searching i find that it has been inside me for as long as i can remember......but only since my divorce nearly a year ago that i have been comfortable exploring this inner me.the ettiquette and protocol fill me with pleasure....i enjoy rigidity and regime .....something that has always been the opposite before........and to abdicate responsibility, tho looked uopn as an "Easy Way Out" by those that do not understand...has been both difficult and at the same time cathartic to me. More of this i am writing in a r/t journal....there are things that i feel are not for sharing......yet. one thing that has filled me with joy........for years i have indulged myself in dangerous and sometimes painfull games and sports.........and enjoyed the buzz the pain of falling gave me.........now...with application i have found an ability to convert pain insid me into the most delicious pleasure rush....and somehow i am able to store it inside me and release it when i feel the need......combined with the orgasm control techniques that my Beloved practices on me i now fly insteadd of merely walking.........and run with the animals when i wish............... However....the BEST of all is that now, when i look in the mirror, i see that i look the same on the outside as i feel on the inside....i am whole.......i feel clean inside and proud at last to be as i see me............ my Beloved is undergoing a similar yet different evolution.....for we grow together.......and we have found a symbiosis that is so perfect........total trust...perfect love. i am kajirus...collared, loved, owned and i am whole
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