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Female Submissive, 33
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Male Switch, 46, Metrowest, Massachusetts
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Male Switch, 46, Jonesboro, Arkansas
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About playfullyHis
i am a real time collared slave, sensual, slutty, and very playful.. Owned and cherished for
over 4 years with Love and strict Discipline.
i am His lady, His slut, His whore
for Him there are no limits
i love, worship, and adore my Loving Master.
He is my life
THE DANCE OF A SLAVE
For years she sat quietly listening to the music
Humming a tune, tapping her feet
From out of the darkness, His presence filled her
Two hearts began a rhythmic beat
He held out His hand and invited her to dance
And He watched every move, each seductive sway
As she teased and tormented
In her own playful way
For a while He allowed her wildness to roam
Until her new freedom lost all control
As she faltered and tripped, He knew it was time
To bind and chain, her submissive soul
The music slowed and her heart missed a beat
His voice commanding her, to her knees
She shivered with fear yet her passion flared
And she begged for forgiveness, impetuous pleas
Then a calm descended, within and around her
As His hand held her neck tight
The leather of His collar branded her flesh
And He smiled at her beauty that night
From that day on she danced only for Him
Seductive and sultry she swirled to His tune
His beautiful slave, His lady, His whore
But the years they passed by all too soon
The music still plays, though much quieter and slower
His absence is felt but her dance she will save
As she knows one day, He’ll return again
To take pleasure in the dance of
His devoted slave
For my Loving Master
devoted lady© 2005 |
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Throughout your life, there will be Someone very special, who will touch you in a way no-one has before or will again.
It may be emotional, physical, spiritual, or a guiding hand helping you find your path...and the impression They leave will stay with you forever
...but the one They choose to journey with, holds a very special place indeed.
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He is Master, and I am Slave.
He is owner, and I am owned.
He commands, and I obey.
He is to be pleased, and I am to please.
Why is this?
Because he is Master, and I am Slave.
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how much deeper into submission can one possibly go,
that you know there is nothing you won't do for Him, sexually or otherwise,
you will lay your life down to save His without a second thought,
you love Him with a burning passion that fires your beauty and keeps you alive, but would surrender it all for His happiness...
how much deeper can i go |
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The path stretches as far as the eye can see, disappearing into the sundrenched plains
The rose petals a vibrant red, strong and beautiful, the colour of passion
The book is open at a new chapter, one of focus and discipline, serenity and bonding
The slave kneels before her Master and thanks Him on this very special day
her promise to serve and obey, to love and care for, to accept and please as her Master wishes....
proudly wearing His collar. |
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"today, is the first day, of the rest of my life"
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THE DANCE OF A SLAVE
For years she sat quietly listening to the music
Humming a tune, tapping her feet
From out of the darkness, His presence filled her
Two hearts began a rhythmic beat
He held out His hand and invited her to dance
And He watched every move, each seductive sway
As she teased and tormented
In her own playful way
For a while He allowed her wildness to roam
Until her new freedom lost all control
As she faltered and tripped, He knew it was time
To bind and chain, her submissive soul
The music slowed and her heart missed a beat
His voice commanding her, to her knees
She shivered with fear yet her passion flared
And she begged for forgiveness, impetuous pleas
Then a calm descended, within and around her
As His hand held her neck tight
The leather of His collar branded her flesh
And He smiled at her beauty that night
From that day on she danced only for Him
Seductive and sultry she swirled to His tune
His beautiful slave, His lady, His whore
But the years they passed by all too soon
The music still plays, though much quieter and slower
His absence is felt but her dance she will save
As she knows one day, He?ll return again
To take pleasure in the dance of
His devoted slave
For my Loving Master
devoted lady© 2005 |
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The sun always makes everything seem so much better...it's when it goes down thats the problem... thank you to a good friend, mgp, who has been comfort of late, x |
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"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love."
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