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This is what maggie wants and needs
i do not trust right now ... by the way...i am single not married. i am NOT a masochist...i thrive in the relationship part of this life...i also do not go with married Men at all...i want that for myself one day....i value honesty,integrity,power,intelligence,caring,nurturing,love, values a sense of humor and patience, i crave to be touched and carressed and snuggled and i love and need to touch.
Also i think i would like a Daddy type.

A submissive or slave is like a beautiful rose bud it takes love, care and time to make her bloom to become perfection for her Master. Fear of the lash doesnt create perfection only a robot who fears the lash so treat with love and care and find the perfection hidden deep within

lol...any Ranchers out there???not a requirement..

hugsssssssss,

maggs (AKA maggiepie and lil terror)

The Olive Tree

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











2/2/2009 7:10:16 AM
StrictDomNNJ my Owner and friend has died...we were not together very long but He understood me very well and i cared for Him very deeply..and He was happy with me...i guess the dream i did have almost came true...when will i learn never to dream or hope or reach out...
9/6/2008 12:18:20 PM
I use to dream...
it was a childish dream..
of love,home,hearth,husband,children,grandchildren and friends forever surrounding me...
but then I was a child surrounded by violence and every abuse possible....
and yet....I dreamed...
 
My Husband was that Man on a white horse who knew who He was and never waivered...
He accepted all of myself,never taking the acceptance away no matter what...
He knew what He wanted,even when I did not and He pursued me until one day...
Pinning me,looking into my eyes,holding me there and told me I was His forever...
When I fought Him He held me not just with His strength but with His eyes,never wavering and I knew....
I knew instantly His strength,protection,love...
He was the only One...
His way the only way,always lifting me up when I fell or gave up....
Holding on to me and not letting another hurt me again....
The rest of the dream falling into place..
Always in order...
His order which always becomes mine...
 
We all grow up but that dream....
Through all the bad in my life always held on...
But as years went by knowledge grew....
Men like in my dream were very rare...
So hard to not just find but attain....
 
So I put my dreams in a box and covered them and put them away...
My dreams did not exist...
And the Man like I dreamed of would never find me...
Now and then I would find the box as life moved on...
And the strength of that dream would over power me,my breathing labored...
No matter how hard I fought to break away it held firm,like a promise fulfilled....
Once again the dream was boxed and each time put far away...
 
As I have aged and life has moved on I sit...
The dream finds it's way out of the box where it is hidden and overtakes me again...
But this time it is painful...
There is to much mistrust and to many hopes destroyed,that the possibility of this dream from childhood is just that...
A silly,hurting,child's dream of love which does not exist for me in this lifetime...
 
So this time I box the dream up,sealing it tightly....
Because whenever the hope of this dream begins to show it is quickly snatched away leaving pain behind...
So I bury the box under dirt and stone...
 
There's a light from the depths of this buried box...
It starts to beam up and out and I turn away...
Because this Man does not exist...
But if He did...
He would have to pin me...
Look into my eyes...
Holding me there...
And tell me I was His forever....
 
Dreams have never come true for me so why does this one not let me go....
 
 
      WRITTEN BY:  MaryLou Burke
                     ON: 09/05/2008
8/5/2008 12:29:20 AM
slavery is not about suffering...
it is about service.
slavery is not about humiliation. ..
it is about humility.
slavery is not about being used...
it is about being of use.
slavery is not about control...
it is about letting go.
slavery is not about proving anything...
it is about being real.
slavery is not about contempt...
it is about respect.
slavery is not about how you look...
it is about how you care.
slavery is not about punishment.. .
it is about discipline.
slavery is not about being unable to escape...
it is about being committed.
slavery is not about fear...
it is about trust.
slavery is not about sex...
it is about love!!!

....one of the hardest things about slavery is the
fine line separating communication and obedience... ..
8/3/2008 10:46:17 PM


Another thought:

A mediocre Master tells,
a good Master teaches,
an excellent Master explains,
a true Master inspires.

All Masters are Dominant, not all Dominants are Masters
lucymoore251
 
 Age: 29
  Vermont