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About slvepetdobby
I am the submissive to "MistressWylde".
I am slave in heart, pet minded sub male with over 25 years in the lifestyle. I am well known in the Dallas/FortWorth BDSM scene.
I am spirited slave, that believes to give of myself is to give totally of my heart to that Special Lady.
I do not need a Mistress to prove to myself that I am a man that adores serving - or that I am a sub or slave. I am strong in heart and know who and what I am. I NEED that Mistress..to temper what is already within me, and to guide me - under Her hand, to be the best slave/pet I truly can be. In this way she will find she holds not just another rock in Her hands....instead the heart of a true diamond. |
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Went to NTIF (North Texas Irish Festival) over the weekend. It was great, but - honestly I would had rather had been with Mistress.
My mind was toward Her the whole weekend: hoping She arrived safely for Her Seminar, hoping she gets/got home safely. Just plain missing that lady herself that I like alot. At least the weeks apart are soon over :D. I have missed this Lady deeply. Not just the Mistress - she is always that to me, adored and deeply cherished. I also have missed her, the woman that caught my heart and holds it cherished as I also cherish hers. |
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That Blazing Star Above....
As I take my mug out on my balcony, and with a sad sigh of stunned
disbelief, I look up at the stars. Though my eyes look upward, I seem
to see little, instead feelng the deep loss of a friend. As I lift
that mug to my lips, I feel a light breeze pass me by, and with it - I
imagine I might hear your laugh. Still, maybe just a heart-felt longing.
As I gaze up at the moon, soon do my eyes spy below it the star shining
brightly, even through the hazy aura of that moon above it. And again I
imagine this time your laugh - and I hear your voice whisper down....
'Do not feel sadness at my passing. Do not make My time to leave - one
of regrets. Instead relive those memories, of what and who I was, the
Man that lived my life to the fullest. I lived my life completely, so
much so - that when it was my time to leave my friends, I did not wait
and pine. Instead, Fate had to catch me on the run.'
I stare up at that star, as it seems to blaze with a special fire,
feeling weak I slowly pull up a chair near - settle onto it. all the
while I hear you in my mind....
'Don't shed a tear that my time came soo soon. Instead, Friend - shed a
tear in the knowledge that I left you all, as I lived my whole life.
With my friends near. That my time to leave was as I could only had
hoped for...in laughter, close friends, and with my heart filled with a
dance.'
I gaze up ith the knowledge of the pain of your passing to soon. Yet- I
also smile from times remembered, as if you in my mind was really you
being there,with me, one last time. and I hear you say in Good bye....
'Yes, remember me as i lived. Then in you, and everybody I touched in
some way, that way will i always still be with you. And - know I left
you all....In a blaze, not as a candle that flickered out!'
As you say the last words, I swear that for a moment that star above
also blazes. And as in ages gone by, maybe just perchance....that
blazing star above is you.
And as I smile at that thought, I slowly stand - raise my mug to you
one last chance to a friend....
And whisper a heart-felt truly felt
HUZZAH!!
In Memorial to a great man taken from us all to soon.
You are truly and Dearly missed Robert/KingSnake. |
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for many a sub or slave, it is soo easy to fall in to that "I MUST do
as I am told, no matter what it might mean to for me". Many times we
put the "Want or NEED" of the Dominant - over what is important for
ourselves. Even those of us that have been in this lifestyle for
awhile still can fall in to that idea, though we know at times a
sub/slave must really wiegh both sides..and at times turn around and
actually say NO..not as the submissive..but as the person inside
always there. Even me (sighs).
I will use my newest experience which shows this topic greatly, and
why at times we must wiegh all..and NOT just think "Whatever the
Dominant wants..over my own needs".
It started with a simple Directive by a Domme I have been seeing a
few weeks, though we both have known eachother for a good while. "I
want you to come to my house before you have to go work. Let's say
around 8am during the week, to help me here."
Seems like a simple thing, spending time before work with this Domme.
First few times I go, getting up at 6-6:30am. I then go be with Her
domestically then head to work at 12:30pm.
Then I see the problem there is...I frequently work til 11pm-12am,
not getting home til almost 1am almost daily. My dx/o Insomnia I try
to dismiss. The few hours sleep I also try to dismiss. Instead
thinking "I must follow her directive...". Little by little the loss
of sleep and long hours without sleep, many times of 18-20hrs going
daily - begin to take effect upon this slave.
My temper gets shorter in work, easilly snapping at co-workers. I
begin to believe work is my problem, due to the late hours - though
nothing has even changed. That as a Nurse work must be finished
before you leave. Still in my head I only can think "I MUST do as I
am told by Her....and YOU work are keeping me from doing so!!" Until
one night..when because of bad weather - this boy loses his control
and honestly thinks of leaving his job...so he can do as he was
Directed by the Domme. To go on little sleep, go from 6:30am until
when ever that day ends...even if it means going 18 to 20 hrs then
only a few hours sleep that night.
All due to the idea : "I MUST do as the Dominant wants..even over
myself" and what is BEST for me, as both the man and a slave.
Luckilly I was able to stand back..and say.."What the %$&^ am I
doing??!!" I was able to see that what i was doing was unhealthy for
me..and I was strong enough to speak up to the domme..even if it
means the chance of dissapointing. |
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Sometimes no matter how much you try to speak of one's heart inside, it is missed still. I can only give one way in enslavement to another..totally, and unconditionally. Yet- i wonder how many understand what this truly means to/for me.
I hear people that say they want to be enslaved. They want to be owned and give their hearts to that one person. Then in the next breath they then they might put conditions on that enslavement. I do not mean the Hard Limits that is prenegotiated, etc. I am talking about the slave saying basically "I will let you enslave me totally and completely. But I want........"
For me to give totally..it can be only given without conditions. If i speak of wanting to be enslaved by another, yet i am wanting in return..then i put a "price" on that enslavement and Domination of. The basic neccessities are in stone, these are not Conditions but reponsibilities of that Mistress: ie - wellbeing, health of said slave. In other words, what good is a slave that you ruin..for Herself and others. A broken toy gives no joy.
After that my responsibility is thus: To serve, please, adore and Cherish that Mistress i am enslaved to. It does not include my wants and Needs. These are Deemed by that Mistress not by the slave. Play, Love, Sex, even respect of ...is at the whim of the Mistress, not by the wants/needs of a slave.
All the slave has is basically via the Priviledge of that Mistress, and as such can be removed at any time..for no reason given.
So, if you want enslavement....to be wanted, to be loved totally, so you can be a sex slave, so you don't feel alone, etc..then you are going in not to Please and Serve totally that Mistress. Instead..you are only Serving/Pleasing yourself.
This is what it means to set "Conditions". |
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Wishes Heard.
The wheelchair sits by the window. Wthin sits the form of the person with eyes staring out the window. Those eyes stare out, but see not the leaves upon the big tree across the lawn. Nor the cars that drive by. The person sees inward, at the life lived total and so complete.
Frail, in this wheelchair does she look out, seeing nothing of the world going by. For within her - memories of a world of happiness exists....of the baby that was given birth. Of the child that hung onto her skirts afraid and timid. Of the girl that grew so beautiful and happy.
Inside her mind the lives go by of many happinesses. Outwardly the hand moves some, as if reaching for a missing touch. A shiver passes through her. A sad sigh escapes her lips. A tear builds within her eyes.
He sits silent and unseen. Reads and feels the person he sees in the window across from him. Though in the tree - perched upon a branch, he can easilly see the tears build within those eyes. He feels the call of an answering heart across the city. Unseen, the form changes once more. Wings lift him into the clear blue sky, taking him to that calling second heart........
She sits in her office. For a second she feels the whispered hug from no where. For a second she feels the caring hands, as if in a memory. Smells a fragrance she remembers soo long ago, and with it, a face of another comes unbidden.
The door opens, as her father enters.
"Are you going to see your mother today," he asks as he slowly lowers himself into the chair, facing her. "You haven't been there to see her in a long time."
She sighs. Looks down. "Dad...I can't. It hurts me to be there. She doesn't even know I am there." She looks at her father. "It tears me apart to see mom. To remember the person I remember, and see her soo lost to me now."
Her father looks at her, then sits forward.
"Becca, She misses you. Don't ask me how I know this.....I just know it." Steven James suddenly sits back, tired. "It is like - I can sense she looks for you, even though in her mind there. Even silent and unseeing, she senses you are not there."
"Dad...please," she whispers.
"Please Becca....It is the holidays...."
Rebecca James sighs, then sits back. Closes her eyes.
"Ok, dad." Seeing the smile come to her father, Becca nods. "I will go see her when work is over, I promise dad."
He reclines on the grass outside of the the window, unseen, watching within the room. Listens, to the young 30 year old woman with brown hair. He feels within the silent pain of she.
Feels both hearts call out for the other. In a silent sigh, which those nearby on a bench feel as a warm breeze suddenly from nowhere, he stretches - as wings carry him upward once more......
Becca drives slowly up the drive, looks at the building. Soon the large oak tree comes into view, as she turns the corner heading to the front parking area. For a second she looks up at the tree. Wonders if her mother can ever notice how beautiful and strong it is. Then she thinks sadly *No...You don't see anything do you mom. You don't even see me anymore...your loving daughter. Do you know how much I miss you. How much I only wish to feel you hold me and tell me you love me* As she drives, a tear falls to her cheek.
From the wheelchair, the hand slowly reaches. Moves on the arm rest.
The frail form, in her own mind, sees that child crying. Outside a tear falls to her cheek. In her mind - she reaches out, takes the crying child....her beloved daughter, to her busom. Whispers gently in her ear "It is alright Beccy......."
Becca suddenly feels as if a warm hug suddenly encircles her. She feels a breeze upon her ear. Hears in memory "It is alright Beccy....I am always here." She wipes the tear from her cheek, as she slowly parks the car. Sits for a second staring blankly before her, then opens the door and gets out. Slowly, Becca James walks past the large oak tree. For a second she feels as if a unseen warm breeze blows down upon her from above.....
He watches, as the young woman passes under the tree. Sighs silently - as she passes under him. So much the counter-part of she in the window...only one frail in her mind. This one so frail in heart itself. He watches the person in the wheelchair, listens to her memories. Watches as the door opens to the room.
Rebecca James opens the door to her mother's room slowly, hesitantly. Looks for a few moments - at the elderly lady facing the window. So small does she look, confined in the little wheelchair since the stroke. The evil that took her mother from her so long ago.
Slowly she comes up to the person that meant so much to her in life. Heart hurting, from the feelings of inabilty within her. This person that protected her in life. Now the child unable to protect the parent. With a hesitant sigh, Rebecca sits on the chair beside Tiffany James.....
He sits once more upon the branch. Sees as the young girl lowers her head, as if to hide the tears that threaten to break free. He breathes slowly as once more he floats down to the ground. Wings unfurling - a distant humming to the air......
The young child runs freely acorss her back yard. Laughing as she is picked up by the older woman, who laughs as she swings her around.....
The young woman looks in love at that older woman....the parent that beams in pride at her graduation from school. All her high school friends around her yelling and cheering.....
Unseen to all - the room behind both the young girl - and lady in the wheelchair - comes to dazzling light.....
The young girl looks at her mother. Sees this can't be right. These people around her are not her high school class - but instead - her college mates. "I don't....."
The older lady smiles "Shush Becky. you did not know I was there with you then. I am always with you. I always will be with you honey."
"Why did you leave me? Why will you not come home to me mom?!"
The young girl falls into her mother's arms, that suddenly hold tight to her....
The frail hand reaches to her daughter. Gently moving until it is holding her daughter tight......
A whisper heard ...." I never left you dear. I have always been near you. You only had to relearn to believe. To relearn to believe in innocence and the magic, of your heart." The mother kisses her head. "Then you would had seen I never left you alone. You alone had - and have - the power to take me home"
The dazzling light slowly vanishes from the room. The room returns to normal, as the young woman says as if in a dream "I believe mom....".
"I know whispers a voice above her head," as Rebecca suddenly realizes she is being held. Slowly looks up, into her own mothers eyes. Eyes strong and clear, smiling down at the daughter, as the mother plants a kiss upon the forehead of the child.
He breathes lightly, unfurling wings as he strolls away from the hospital. From within the window - mother and daughter lokk upon the magic that he is. Smiles and whispers, each from thier hearts "Thank you".
The blue dragon - Elsyth - rises into the air. As he passes.....both hear one whispered word......deep in to thier hearts.
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Upon Those Clouds
As a child does he look at the clouds above
So far away from this hurting world around him
Makes believe he builds a home upon the white
Where no pain will ever touch on these dreams
Growing deep within his heart safe from all.
As he grows more those clouds hold his home above
While on this world he only knows pain in life
Til on those clouds does he build a castle grand
Upon the white the ever shining sun basks down
A secret home upon those clouds safe from harm
Where he knows nobody can destroy his dreams.
Soon the man emerges from the child of pain inside
This man filled with the imagination hidden
Safely locked away far from this world below
The lock to this castle on the clouds held close
Deep within his heart once safe and secure
Now this man sees that the dreams upon the clouds
End up at last unatainable to the world itself
Even to this man that as a child hid them away.
He whispers to that child it is now time to fly
And to live where the safest of all hopes reside
Within that outstretched hand of the man waiting
To give up the past and begin believing the future
Building now - within this man he has become. |
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He enters the bar, looks around and sighs to himself. Another night of dreams and hopes he wonders..or will it be a night of wan regrets. He strolls to an empty barstool, orders a soda from the lady tending behind the bar. She smiles and calls him by name, known him from the many times he has stopped in. Sipping his Coke, he looks around the bar. Many women he sees, some look back at him and smile in greeting. Yet- deep within him he feels no interest or spark. In these he feels no attraction. Nothing as he looks at the women in the bar, that starts his heart to racing.
Another night yearning he fears in his heart. He turns toward the bar itself and sighs sadly.
She enters the bar, looks around with a confident inner heart. She takes in the music, those people within the bar. Her eyes notice that many of the men turn thier eyes her way. Feels the eyes look her over. She meets one pair and the eyes see something within and turn away quickly. She smiles inwardly as she thinks to herself that man fears true strong lady. She looks around the bar, settles her eyes across the bar. Sees a young man with his back to her.
Strolling to the empty seat a few feet down, she looks at the man, something makes her want to study him. Senses something about him. As she prepares to sit the man raises his eyes to the mirror across from his seat, on the back wall....
As she looks at the eyes in the mirror - Her heart begins to race.
He feels a presence interfere with his musings inside. Looks up into the mirror on the back wall in front of him. Walking toward his left side he sees a beautiful lady take the seat near his. As he looks at her...it is not what she looks like he looks at, not the figure....
He looks deep into her eyes. And in response, even through a mirror, the strength within those eyes makes him feel as if he is diving deep within them himself. Bashfully and humbly does he quickly lower his eyes- breaking the contact. Still he feels his heart lost within those eyes.
As she sits down, only one barstool seperating her from this man, she reads the yearning deep inside those man's eyes...so hazel..and so open and honest. And she also reads the heart hidden deeper still, making the heart within her respond to the unspoken NEED of both of them. Slowly does those eyes look down in supplication. Yet- soon his eyes look back at the mirror, and in those yearning, lost questing eyes does she read read something else.
Strength of whom he trully is.
He looks back toward the mirror. Fights the giddy nervousness and reads her eyes deep. As he does he finds he is lost within her strength. The part of him responds to the warm smile he sees flash warmly on her face. Soon does he find that no mirror is now used..He looks at her and she in return looks back. Begins to say something to him.....
As she sees him look from the mirror at her, across the empty barstool seperating them, she meets his gaze at her, with a warm smile. This one looks at HER. She leans toward him, begins to say something ..then stops, as her smile becomes mischivous.....
The man hears the lady say hello, begin to say more then stop. Suddenly a mischivous look comes to her eyes and smile. She stands up from the bar stool, strolls close to him....reaches out a gentle touch........
She looks at him deeply..reads something inside. Reads the true heart within. Getting off her barstool, she slowly moves close to the man, a gentle hand carresses the mans neck and chin, as if a whispered carress. As moves past she looks at him then turns away and moves further away....
Her touch is like a hot burning deep to the heart deep inside him. As he feels it carress him, he lightly purrs and sighs, heard only by her alone. He sees this brings a warm smile and giggle from her lips. As she passes him, she looks still at him a moment more then moves off.
The lady moves to the adjoining wall, sees nobody is near. She looks at the man, sees he is watching her intently. Her right hand leaves her hip as she halts, points firmly. Sees his eyes look at the hand, esp at the index finger pointing. Waitng to see if he will pass her test, she sees him breath in. Smiles as she sees him leave his seat......
He watches her as she moves away. Suddenly does he see her stop at the wall seperating the bar from the walkway to the pooltables. Sees her look around it, then turn toward him. Slowly he sees her look straight at him, both her hands upon waist of her black skirt. As he looks at her, he watches as her hand leave her waist. Slowly the index finger points.....
Down at her feet.
In his mind a war begins. He is in a vanilla bar, being told to kneel before this lady. A test of his resolve. He has no choice..his heart itself knows his response already. He looks at her, takes a slow breathe. Slowly does he stand up from the barstool, his feet taking him to wear he is wanted.
And where he yearns to be.
She sees him come to her, look at her a brief second. Slowly does he lower his eyes, as he slolwly drop to his knees before her unashamed. She knows she had read his heart right...this Heart of a slave. She hears a gasp behind her, turns around some to face the man and woman staring at them both. In resonse to the man saying the man must be wozzy or weak, She places a hand gently to the hair of the man at her feet, gently stroking his hair ....and speaks.
You see this man, upon his knees before as so weak. And you think you are so strong in comparison. If your lady told you to PROVE you want her - to get also on your knees, would you??
*...Then you are weaker than this man ever will be,* She adds, as the man shakes his head no!!
This man is STRONG enough....to care about nothing except accepting me in Dominance and strength.
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Miracles Happen
He sits apart from everybody, watching the patrons within the pub. A young man of 24 years. Hair raven black, medium length to his shoulders. A mug half filled with mead on the table to his right, resting upon the wooden table.
He sits watching the young woman at the bar, beautiful to his eyes is that 20 year old lady. Memorizing the fall of her auburn hair upon her soft shoulders, the feline grace, as she returns to where waits this boy. The open loving smile to him, as she weaves her way within the open pub.
He sits trapped within his body. Once a man filled with vitality, with strength. Left now as a crippled young child, able to live his times of greatness only within his memory. A wooden chair with wheels his only mobility. An insult to what he once was.
He gazes upon that woman he loves, so beautiful and full of life. In sadness he ponders why she stays with him..somebody not even a man any longer. Not able to protect her, not able to love her as she soo much would wish him to give. In pity of himself, he drinks deeply of the mug filled with ale, trying to drown out the sorrows deep within.
Above him, he does not realize is *one* that hears, and feels his inner cries of misery. Takes to himself the needs of this human so intensely. Above- unseen by all in the pub, as he sits on the rafers, that elf takes to his heart the mans yearnings, and within his eyes- a tear sparkles of compassion.
He looks upon the woman- and she reminds him of another. In her movement that elf is reminded deeply of that other lady that holds his heart. Soo long apart, yet within his heart he once more brings to his memory her grace, her lust for life. For a moment it is as if....That Lady is once more beside him, holding her pet close within her arms. A warm smile springs forth - there is never a feeling a lonliness - for that Lady is never far away.
Below, the young woman sits beside the man. A warm hand touches him, the feel of fire enters the body of that young man.
"I am soo happy...to be here with the man I love dearly", as she leans into him, kissing him softly upon his lips. " I love you John Stark".
Filled with a sad joy, John Stark gazes upon Ketrynn Disryll. " Many times I wonder," he stops, rather than finish what he feels deep inside.
The elf above though reads his heart. Feels intensely the sadness, the pain of that man below. Mostly though he hears that one* special wish this man holds deep inside....
"what John, " whispers the beautiful woman??
"I am...not even a man any longer. By the Goddess above, I can't be the man you deserve". He lowers that ale down hard, in pain.
Ketrynn hardens her eyes in compassion and firm love." John Stark," she gently takes hold of his face with her hands, caressing the smooth face. "I will NOT allow this day be tarnished! You are the only man I will ever want in my heart ...and within my life!! NEVER doubt that!!"
"But, I can't even hold you in a dance....ohhhhhh...how much would I....."
The elf above makes a silent wish
** I know I promised. But- on this special day, I beg of thee. Let me be allowed this one thing. They soo much remind me of my love.**
Unseen to all in the pub, a light begins to shine next to the elf. In its' place, a beautiful fairy emerges - perches next to the half-elf/half human in the rafters. She is special to this elf, as quickly he drops to his knees in supplication and respect.
For she is not just a fairy. He is in the presence of She herself.
He is visited by the Fairy Queen.
**Let me hear what is inside young elf,** he hears in his mind, as lightly she lays her hand upon his heart. After many seconds, he sees the tears come to Her eyes. Within the heart of this elf She reads those feelings of the young man below. Feels those needs of that young woman also. The Fairy Queen is moved also, as was that elf.
The fairy Queen removes her hand, smiling. She lays a kiss upon the cheek of the elf....and nods her head with a smile.
**Granted. This special time**
The two young lovers below do not realize that above them - somebody heard that young mans' one wish....and both were moved. Above them- the elf opens a pouch, from it he takes out **pixie dust**. Slowly he moves his hand to his lips. Slowly, he blows the pixie dust over both, and over the pub below. Gently- not known by any in the pub, that pub is "Enchanted".
The elf looks down upon the young woman below. "To you alone, I whisper this silent thought".
Ketrynn suddenly has an overwhelming urge to stand. She slowly rises to her feet, feeling the strong need to dance to that music she hears from someplace close unseen. Slowly she begins to move to the beat of the drums. The tones of the violins moving her body in a graceful dance. As she falls deeper into the music that reaches far within her heart, Ketrynn closes her eyes, lost within that beat.
That elf looks then at the young man, whispers to him softly also. Soon John Stark falls into a warm slumber, unable to fight closing his eyes....suddenly soo tired. He falls deeply also into an enchanted sleep.
Within this dream-like state, John sees himself within a garden filled with lights swirling. All around him fly pixies, dancing in delight and happiness, as fae folk play a moving tune from the forest surrounding the garden. He feels his heart fill with that music, feels as if every nerve within his body suddenly burns with a gentle fire within, Feels - as if his whole body has come alive.Within the dancing lights he sees the woman he loves......
Ketrynn imagines that she is dancing in a garden, surrounded by a forest, where music plays within those woods from unseen hands. Around her she dances and swirls within and amongst those lights about her......
.....Lost within the dream John Stark imagines he stands from the entrapments of his life, from the torments that have held his body prisoner for soo long. Within this dream he feels those legs once more strong and sure beneath him, holding him up as once he remembered.
"It is a dream," he thinks to himself, within that dream. "But a dream I gladly welcome," he adds, smiling. Slowly, he takes that first forward, as he feels the music move him forward.....
.....Ketrynn Disryl moves to the music. "So intense this dream -it could almost be real," Ketrynn whispers dreamilly. She can hear the breeze through the leaves. Feel the touch of it upon her, as if comforting her within its' touch. She can smell the rich fragrances eminating from the garden around her. In that dream Ketrynn breathes in deeply.
Happilly she dances freely. Turning once more with eyes closed, she feels somebody take her hand in thiers'..............
......John stark finally reaches the young woman dancing before him. Looks upon her happiness, her eys closed and joyful. He takes a hesitant breathe. Slowly as she turns toward him, his hand reaches for her outstretched hand......
........Ketrynn feels her hand held warmly, a hand slowly rests upon her waist. She feels the warmth of the body, smells the rich fragrance of the partner. She slowly opens her eyes to see, as she feels the pulse strong between thier palms.
John Stark takes Ketrynn Disryl into his arms, leading her into his embrace. Sees the smile and joy upon her face as she gazes up at him. Together they dance joyfully, as they together swirl around the garden accompanied by the dancing lights of the pixies within the dream.
Above both of them, the Fairy queen and elf look down and watch, as thier hearts enjoin. Preparing for the most important part of the dance and the enchantment. Together the Fae folk wait for the dances' end.
John Stark and ketrynn Disryl feel the music fade. As they do John turns sadly and gives a wan loving smile to the young woman. He whispers to her.
"This might only be a dream dearest lady that I love soo much.
I know in my dream you can't hear me for real, or know that in my heart what I really feel so much for you. Yet- know this deeply ....I love you, Ketrynn...will always love you, more than my life. I will always happilly dance with you within my dreams."
As these words are spoken, the Fairy Queens' gossamer white wings open to full magnificent length, and the light around her form becomes brighter. As she gently takes the elfs hands within hers, that elfs' eyes begin to turn aflame and blazing within them. Below all fae folkk bow thier heads...pixie, fairy,and elves alike....joining hands. Together both Fairy queen and elf whisper.....
"Awaken Now".
John and Ketrynn see the garden vanish around them, replaced once more by the outside pub.All around them they see the patrons staring at them, wondering why they look soo astonished. Why do they also whisper in hushed tones?
"No, it is not me they are more looking at," thinks Ketrynn, quietly to herself. "It is .....". Slowly she remembers her dream, the man that danced with her. slowly her eyes look at the empty wooden wheeled chair. Slowly she looks at the hand still holding hers' warmly. Tears come to her eyes, as in her head she remembers the words that man whispered...his words filled with soo much love.
John Stark slowly looks at the patrons. Notices that it is he- himself that they are staring at. "No. It is..," he thinks to himself, as he slowly drops his eyes also- to his legs. "I am standing," he whispers out loud. "I am really standing...not dreaming this," he adds, suddenly fearful. his eyes go to the wooden chair....then he looks at that lady he still holds in his arms. Suddenly sure, he laughs happilly.
"I Am Standing!!!!!!!" John Stark hugs Ketrynn tightly, kissing her warmly, crying in happiness.
Above the two young lovers, the fire blazing within that elfs' eyes deminish, as the light fades from around the Fairy Queen. her Gossamer white wings folding back once more. Together they release hands, as they watch down unseen on the pub below from thier perch above. Slowly the Fairy Queen smiles and closes her eyes. Soon falls a gentle curtain of snow upon the area.
"Stay young elf," says the Queen of the Fairies, as she gently kisses him upon the cheek and hugs him warmly and close. "Enjoy this Christmas Eve". Then she vanishes in the light surrounding her.
As John Stark hugs Ketrynn Disryl close, he suddenly sees an elf, short and light boned walking into the snowfall. John whispers to himself, loud enough to only be heard by the woman he loves. " Why am I allowed such a special thing as this?". In the hearts of both man and woman...an answer returns.
"To bring forth a tear from the eye of an elf, is magic itself. To actually make that tear come from hearts is even more intense children....It is when the extraordinary can occur.
"It is when Miracles can happen".
Soon the elf vanishes into the snow falling, as if it is a curtain pulling closed around him. Yet- unknow to this elf, his next task has already begun. There is another in the pub that witnessed all that has happened....and was also moved, by what she heard within her heart. And most deeply, was moved by that lonliness that she felt within that lost elf.
"Miracles do happen, little adorable elf. Even to one who needs it as much as you do," whispers the young Lady pirate, as she strolls out of the pub and follows...................... |
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Touch lightly that which sleeps
That heart so happy inside
A breathe upon thy lips
Reaching deep inside the soul
To where I dance here alone
Come and dance along
Touch fondly this open man
Learn secrets I lock inside
Where doth come this smile
Warm upon thine eyes I peek
Upon your waiting question
Trust you can ye this time?
To fly upon those clouds above
Taking thine hand in mine
To not be let go in journey
Touch that waiting warmth
Heat from within your smile
A giggle I hear lightly broken
I gaze deep within those eyes
Held tight within unbidden
Thine collar only a carress
As ye touch upon that heart
A heart that lives within Ageless
I am as old as the stars
As young within as the child
That dances alone within its beats
Happy to feel your call to him
So touch softly and warmly
This child that lives as a man
See me as I truly am inside
A world inside waits longlingly
Unlock what holds me bound
Touch -
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Somebody askedme how I can give the same devotion to a "Ren-Faire" Mistress, that I would give to a Real Time Mistress - when that time arrived.
These Mistresses, that you mis0judge have been with me for alot longer than some of the Dommes i have met outside of Faire. They have been there, guiding, disciplining, and plain bringing me to task for along time. In this have they also gained my devotion and I happily kneel as thier subservient, as they deserve.
Each are in the BDSM world also..each know the NEEDS and heart of this charge they have taken to them. One for 3 years.
Will I give them up, for a mistress I have possibly just met? These are also dear friends....would you want another to tell you "You can not have your friends"?
Every Domme i have been..be it just as play-toy, or in a real long term 1:1...each are told upfront about these Ladys. And so far each have realized, esp after actually meeting them..how important they are, to the heart of the Faire-elf you see in my photo And to the slave that is always there.
This is why...I will seek a Domme/Mistress that understands and enjoys RenFaires.
I will not have another that once turned around and told "Go enjoy your Fantasy Life". Thier are two aspects to this boy....and both join in the heart of this one boy/elf. If one wasw missing..then I would not be.
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Somebody asked me to show the other part of me....My other passion. So, for her - and others that might enjoy....this is for you all......
The Pendant
We all, at one time or another, have adorned ourselves with a necklace or pendant - given in special value.
What if that pendant, on that chain upon your neck, was more than just something sentimental? What magic might it possibly really hold....When given -
And offered freely?
In happy abandon does he move. Enveloped by the dark of the night, within that moonlit glade. The full moon above as if a spotlight, shining down upon the glade, and on the form that dances within it.
The male form is young, by human reckoning in years - though in his world be he ageless. All is dependant on the eyes that gaze upon him. Tonight does he move alone, happy and free in that glade, body moving to unknown music. That music that makes him turn and move, heard only within his own heart. And from that personal music he only hears - he dances with eyes closed, in total delight.
Hallie awakens to a sound outside her window. The young girl with blonde hair, 9 years of age, timidly sneaks to her window in the late night darkness. Peers out with breath held. A smile appears, as looking down she sees her mother out there under her window.
As the young child looks upon the older lady, she takes in the slim build, the long blonde hair, the glasses upon her perky nose. She sits down on the floor of her bedroom, head resting on the arms resting upon the bottom sill. She looks up at the full moon, just as her mother does. Watches smiling as suddenly her mother seems to move in the moonlight... .a silent few steps, arms raising from her sides as she throws her head back. Remembers the last time the lady below even tried to dance at all. Many years before, so happy the time was. The older woman always with a dance in her heart, a smile upon her face.
As young Hallie watches the older woman Leslie - her mother suddenly stop, a tear once more enters that young child's eyes. "Please....if anybody out there can hear me," Hallie whispers, "Please show my mom the reason to once more dance!". As tears fall upon her cheek, she watches as her mom sinks once more onto the grass of the backyard, sitting lost and alone.
As Hallie walks home from school her journey takes her past the woods near her home. As the sun sets, it sets shadows within the forest woods, yet- here the young child always felt a warmth emanate. She always felt as if something there was watching -and protecting her. When she reached this spot in her journey every day, she felt "I am now safe from the world".
Today was no different as she passed by the trees lining the road next to her. As her steps slowed it seemed to her heart that the trees bent down closer, as if to shelter and comfort her from the heat of the sun above. And to say to her "We missed you child!". As she continued, coming to the middle of the woods there, Hallie suddenly sees something in her periferal vision, shining in the woods there. In her heart she hears a soft whisper - "A present for you child awaits there!!"
Hesitating, the young child Hallie looks to her right, into the woods. Sees something shining within. Her childhood curiousity pulling her forward, she enters the woods themselves. Follows the path that suddely seems to open at her approach, as if the woods welcome her onward. Soon the path leads to a glade. In the middle of the glade sits a rock. Hallie goes to the rock, half her size....and to that which is resting upon the top of it.
Leslie Reynalds turns at the sound of the front door opening. A sad smile comes to her as she sees her daughter run in the room. As she looks at Hallie Reynalds the mother looks upon the child that looks soo much like her. As the young child runs to the mother, in her right hand she holds something. All Leslie can make out is the silver chain that slips out alittle bit from between her fingers.
"What do you have there? Something new for your collection?" Leslie bends down on one knee ,as her daughter enters her arms waiting.
"I found it on my way home mom," replies Hallie, telling her quickly about finding it sitting on a rock. "I want you to have it!!" Hallie puts it in her mothers hands.
Leslie looks at what is in her left hand. A sliver chain, with a pendant circular, the size of a dollar coin. the diameter of the pendant she sees is a silvery white. The middle circle a golden red. For one second the middle circle seems alive..as if fire burning within it. Shaking her head she thinks it must be the way her eyes seen it. That in reality it did not really turn to a fiery red, then orange fire than red again. As her daughter takes the chain in her tiny hands, she quickly and happilly attaches it around her mother's neck, and as it rests on her blouse Leslie for a second feels a warmth from the pendant, that seems to reach and warm her deep.
"It will look fantastic on you tonight." At the confused look on her mothers face, Hallie playfully stomps the floor with her feet." Did you FORGET?! You and I are going to the school party tonight?"
As Leslie raises her hands with a sheepish grin, Hallie exclaims - "Mommmmmm!!! !!!"
The auditorium is packed. Mothers and fathers look on as children laugh and join together. Parents and children happily on the taped off dance area. A large stage where a DJ spins music, which below throngs of dancers move and twirl in happy abandon.
It is a beautiful night - the moon above a brilliant full sphere, that gazes down upon the school. And also does it shine down upon young child and mother, as they make thier way to the school's auditorium entrance. As Hallie and Leslie Reynaulds enter the doorway, they are met by the music playing. Hallie is filled with joy, heart lifted by the music. Music that seems to reach down deep, into her heart itself.
Leslie takes in the music. And becomes frightened. "I don't belong here" she thinks to herself, wanting to run and hide. Yet, the feel of her daughter's hand moves her deeper into the party. Soon both arrive at a table near the dance area.
Feeling like a frightened doe, Leslie Reynaulds looks around her. Her every sense wants her to run, but as she unconciously turns, her movement is stopped. A couple of teens, six boys and six girls, seem to suddenly appear in front of her. As they pass her, the final teenage girl and boy walk right toward her, holding hands. As they pass by Leslie, the older woman swears they never released each other's hand, yet they pass her.
"I must have imagined it" thinks Leslie, as the sextet of teenagers pass her. Yet for a hesitant moment the last teenage girl looks back, as if in answer, and the young girl, medium black hair and soo beautiful indded smiles at her. And for a second the older woman imagines she hears a reply to her quiet thoughts.
"Sister..... ...."
The eyes watch mother and child. In them a feeling of happiness, and a feeling of deep long loss. The pure green eyes fall upon the pendant worn by the mother. Sees as the middle part of the pendant appears to answer to his gaze. And his Heart beats to that tempo within......
"Isn't this great, Mom?!" Hallie turns to her mother, barely able to keep from dancing in her chair. " And the music! As if it is what I would had asked for!"
"It is ok, I guess," Leslie replies to her daughter. She feels strange, ever since she saw that teenage girl. As she thinks of her for a moment absently, her eyes go to where she sits. And even in the darkness of the auditorium Leslie swears she looks back at her, a warm smile once more.
"Will you dance with me mom?" As the words break into Leslie's musings, she looks at the earnestness within her own daughters eyes. "We will see honey," she finally replies, and for a moment she sees deep sadness within those young eyes. To break the feeling of hurting her daughter Leslie quickly changes the subject. "I'm getting me something to drink," She adds. "How bout you?" As she goes to the concession area, Hallie fights back tears.
He watches as the older woman gets out of her chair. Then those green eyes take in the young child. And as they do, they also feel the deep sadness. Turning the green eyes look at the eyes of another. As the eyes look back, at something most in that auditorium can not see, those eyes reply.
Hallie closes her eyes, as a song begins. As her body moves to it, she can't stay there in her chair. Something moves her to the dance floor. As the music starts she feels her body respond. Her body becomes one with that music itself...... .
**Extra..Extra. ...I'm in love....I got to thank..my lucky stars...above. Hurry...Hurry. .Dont be late......**
As the music takes hold of her, Hallie suddenly feels her right hand gently held. Opening her eyes she looks at the hand. Slowly her eyes rise to the form there with her. And a happy smile breaks upon her face.
"I missed you so much...."
Leslie gets the drinks for herself and her daugher, and slowly begins the return to thier table. Soon she notices dancing of one person on the dance floor. And sees it is Hallie. As the music reaches her, she sees that Hallie dances fluidly and happilly. Her eyes are alight in pleasure.
As Lelsie stops at thier table, she quickly puts the drinks on thier table. She can't take her eyes off her daughter. So breathtaking does she dance. Unconciously she finds herself at the edge of the tape. Sees, as suddenly the 6 teenage girls and 6 teenage boys seem to appear at the other edge from her.
** ......You're the one..You make love worth fighting for....You're the one....There' s nobody quiet like you..You're the one....**
As Hallie dances, her eyes are alight, as he dances with her. With every step she makes, so are they matched and harmonized.
As the music continues does she dance her heart outward. And as the music turns faster, she suddenly hears her steps identically matched behind and around her. As she looks behind her she spies the teenagers, matching her and smiling at her.
And in her mind she hears a voice tell her " Dance...and be free inside".
Leslie watches as the teenage girls and boys join behind her daughter. To her amazement all join her in the dance, matching her step for step. As they dance, for a second Leslie imagines another with her daughter. Yet- as she tries to see more clearly, it is like trying to capture a wisp of smoke. The harder she tries to see what might be imagination on her part, the harder to not believe.
And as her heart begins to open, unknown to her, the pendant begins to grow in fire. A fire that begins to burn and cleanse deep.
Hallie and the teenagers dance in total abandon. As the music gets faster near the end, Leslie catches her breathe. The teenager with the medium black hair seems to be looking at her. And to the child's mother it appears all on that dance floor seem to shimmer before her eyes. In her imagination she sees as the teenage girls and boys suddenly look like fairies. And to her amazement... .also her daughter.
As the music ends all appears back to normal. Yet- Leslie feels she saw otherwise. As her daughter returns to her mother, takes her hand in her tiny hand, mother looks down absently at Hallie.
"Mom! Dance with me, come and dance." As she looks at her daughter, Leslie feels that feeling of loneliness deep. The loss of part of her, taken years before in fire. Remembers the two towers falling, and the ending. of that which meant so much. Yet...all she can say in reponse is "I can't."
Hallie looks at her. Then unbidden do the tears fall. "I want you back. I NEED you, my mother, back!" The daughter runs from her mother in tears. As Leslie looks at her retreating daughter, her heart breaks. The Love of a mother strong. And in response do her own tears fall.
"Somebody, please...help me to find what I lost, so long ago," Leslie whispers, head bent down, eyes filled with tears. And as her Heart opens completely, does the pendant come alive.....
Hallie lays her head on a table, tears in her eyes. Suddenly she feels a gentle hand carress her hair. Looking up, she gazes into the caring eyes of the young woman with the medium black hair. As thier hearts connect, the young woman smiles at her. A soft whisper she hears, as if a breeze upon the land. "Watch, child...."
Looking at the dance floor, Hallie sees her mother, first uncertain, then stronger.... .
As Leslie's tears falls, a song begins. It touches deeply into her heart. A song from her heart..that suddenly seems to take flight for all to hear. And unknown to her, does she begin to move to it.
**I can't cover up my feelings... in the name of love....Or play it safe....For awhile..that was easy....And if living for myself....Is what i'm guilty of....Go on and sentence me..I'll still be free**
As the music continues, Leslie dances to the beat of her Heart. A heart filled with pain and agony. And with lost dreams. And as the feelings in her heart are let finally loose in her dance, the pendant seems to thrum, its fire reaching down, deep into the damaged hurting heart. And in its warm gentle fire, doth it heal and fill the Heart.
**It's my Turn...It's my turn....It's my turn..to see what i can see...**
As the music ends, Leslie finds herself kneeling on the dancefloor, tears openly wept. As she looks up sadly, she sees that around her, in a circle, stand the teenage girls and boys..all hands held. With them stands her daughter, Hallie....with loving tears in her eyes.
Lowering her head she whispers. "If I could had one more dance with you....".
At her whisper, to all looking, they all see as the pendant unclasps from her neck. It floats gently to two feet from her. Slowly does it begin to brighten. Before everybody's eyes doth a form appear. Young and vibrant, hair dark black, eyes a deep green. Slowly does this form build to a real person before Leslie, as behind all in the auditorium it seems shadows appear. Shadows of thousands lost years before in the fire of those two towers. All together now looking on, making possible this one heart felt wish....Man, woman, and child lost. As he becomes real, do they silently fade.
And to her silent whisper, a hand caresses her hair. A gentle hand caresses the contour of the side of her face. Feels her chin gently lifted, until she looks in to the green eyes. As her heart beats faster at the look at him she jumps in to his arms, as he whispers.... .
"I have always been only a dance away, my love".
As they hold each other close, Hallie feels her eyes fill with tears. Her smile widens as the man lifts a hand to her, for this child to join them. As Hallie feels his arms around her tight, she whispers one word......
"Dad......."
~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~Epilogue ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
In the glade, a mother and child enter. As the moon shines down upon them, the forest seems to play a tune. The tune of both thier hearts. They dance in happy total abandon....happy in just the dance.
On the mother's chest sits lightly a pendant, with the middle part like a fire of green pulsing light. As mother and daughter dance, they can see at times that they do not dance alone. Around them dances a young woman with medium dark hair. With her other fairies frolic and join in.
And as they dance, soon from the pendant, if one truly believes in the Magic of one's heart, one can see a tendril soon leave. and a form once more takes shape. And from dusk to early rays of the pending sun, does all dance together....
For the True Magic....Is from the Heart itself. Released from a tear...That magic that can bridge All...For the Heart truly in Love.
Strong enuff for Mother, Father, and child...To always dance....if you only whisper - the wish - from your Heart itself.
The End
Authors Notes:
Dance Of the Fairies/Hallie: "The Main Event." Singer - Barbara Striesand.
Dance Of Heart's Cleansing: "It's my Turn." Singer - Diana Ross.
Theme Of The Glade : "Your My World." Singer - Helen Reddy
Author : Dobby
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The boy gets home from work on time. Arriving home does he prepare himself as expected by She, for when she returns home. As he changes out of his work attire, into his "house" attire, he hears the phone ring.
"My day has miserable today," does he hear Her say, in exasperation over the phone! As he listens to Mistress's day, does also an idea begin to grow seed in his mind. By the time the phone call ends, that seed has grown to be a tree....awaiting him to help it grow to reality.
With a new sense of devotion does his plan begin to be put to reality........
She returns home. The day weary upon Her mind and shoulders. Entering Her home, the lights She sees are dimmed....with a small table lamp upon the alcove table near the door to Her right. Upon it does she spy the tiny note, reading it twice. Her eyes looks toward the stairs...and upward to the second floor. Note in hand, she follows what is on the note, whispers to Herself "What are you up to boy,".
Slowly does she begin to assend the flight of stairs......
She opens the bathroom door, that is open slightly ajar. As it slowly opens fully, that boy awaits by the tub, upon his knees - head bowed. She takes in the lit candles around the large tub. Can smell the fragrance of vanilla as it wisps past her nose, the weariness of the day washing slowly away.
He slowly raises his eyes to waist level of She. Whispers in devotion "Welcome home, Mistress." As you come to him, he adds "By your permission," with a smile. As you consent, he slowly kneels up, begins to unbotton your clothes, gently as he does so without letting his fingers touch upon skin. Slowly he disrobes the mistress, eyes bowed, until you are ready. Then kneeling back, does he guide you to the bath awaiting - holds your hand gently as She alights herself down into the hot water, and relaxing bath oils within the water.....
After you relax in the bath, does he suddenly bring forth a glass of Her favorite spirits - chased by some grapes, which he gently feeds her - by his gentle fingers. When the relaxing drink has been finished - the grapes consumed, does he move down to the bottom of the tub end. Slowly does he whisper "May I be so bold, my Mistress," his eyes warm and gentle in his adoration of She.....
Slowly, with your consent does he gentle lift a leg. He aplies shave gel to the leg, then gently and lovingly does he shave the leg totally, stopping only when that leg is totally done. Then once again does he raise her other leg, once more shaving Her legs completely.
Soon is she ready to rise from Her bath, which he greets upon his knees, head bowed ...a large towel held open to your stepping into.
Slowly does he clothe you into the towels embrace......
Guided by his gentle hand, he takes you to the bedroom. Upon the bed rests your favorite night gown....ironed and pressed perfectly. Upon perches a single white rose. Kneeling by the bed - on your side of the bed, he waits for his mistress. Slowly does She sit upon the bed.
Gently does he reach under the bed, pulls out from there a small box. Within it rests on a small towel pedicare items - nail polish removal, nail polish of Her favorite color. Her breath gasps, for it is the color - She been wanting and did not have. slowly does he lie flat on his stomach. He becomes unbidden your fott-rest AND makes himself better able to get to your awaiting toes. He reaches for the shoe polish.........
He gently blows upon your finished toenails, drying them with his own breath. when dried totally does he kiss each foot tenderly and gently, then rises - as he feels your foot leave his back.
Slowly does he once more, betwn your parted legs, head bowed. He slowly raises his arms to your alone, the night gown perched lightly upon his upraised arms. He feels as She gently takes the gown to Her, never raising his eyes as he feels the towel fall around his knees. When She is fully adorned by the beautiful night gown - he backs up a few steps, then rises to his feet. Gently does he take her awaiting hand once more............
Dinner completed, both are now in the Living room. She is perched upon the couch reclining, enjoying the feel of the fire within the fireplace. A movie plays on the TV, as he kneels by the end of the couch. As She watches the TV, he gives her a foot massage, putting everything into his ministrations. His eyes never look toward the TV, at times his eyes only takes in the Beauty of his Mistress, done so in brief glances. Deep within does he feel content, as he sees She is relaxed and pleased. For this is what true "serving" is...even when not expected. And he feels his heart soar, as She looks down at him....and whispers to him.
As she looks back at the TV...to him all is fantastic in his world. His Mistress is home, and happy.
And his heart feels more high than any whip that touched on him can make him fly. all from the simple whisper..meaning more to him than any richness in the world.
That whisper of "Good boy".
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Had 1 or 2 queries from potentails since beginning on here. At least I'm not invisible to folk hehe.
Thing is, if the person just wants a toy to beat on whe she feels like it....this is not what brought me here. I have a dear friend who occasionally takes care of that area quite nicely. I would not trade in being Her occassional boy-toy for anything.
It is my need to "Serve" a strong Domme that I seek. I am not caring about S&M, being somebody's sissy-boy, or their sex-slave. For me physical play is good, but not as important as when I am able to serve...giving deep pleasure to that Dom, even if I am just brushing her hair or massaging Her tired feet.
I am not sub or a bottom, instead have a slave's heart within..that adores being under that total control of that lady. I am most alive - when she is in True control of all that is this man/slave....his mind, body, sexuality, chasity, and most importantly his heart that she teaches to adore Her totally. |
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Well...Here I be. A pet out in the wilderness hehe. I am known by most folk in the DFW scene as "dobby".
Do you only seek out, as a Mistress or Domme, a boy that will just fall at a woman's feet, without cares....even if he is humiliated and rediculed. Then I am not the slave or pet you seek. I am a slave...but will never be a door mat...even to get me a Mistress.
I seek a strong Dominant lady, be you a Switch or a Domme, a lady of inner strength and confidence in Herself. Strong in heart, firm in the control of that man that will adore, serve, submit, and give his heart ....In a submission of true strength not in weakness.
I am a slave/pet with over 25 years in the lifestlye. In your hand you might think "Just like any other boy out there." Yet- the Mistress that truly sees me, as i really am inside..will see a glimmer of the diamond..waiting only for polishing. |
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Male Submissive, 55, Jacksonville, North Carolina
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