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stormyeyes


Hello my name is Storm until you get to know me .I look forward to getting to know you .I am embarking on an adventure here one filled with magical intensity and an incredible amount of trust and respect.I am here to see where my heart will take me.......Who am I looking for?He/She will know the minute we meet it will be as if the heavens opened and ignited a passion and love ,a union so deep that so few will ever have the joy of knowing.......It will be as if we knew each other all our life.....I am taking my time and getting to know who and what I am inside.......






Please Hear What I'm Not Saying

Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
but don't be fooled,
for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well
as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command
and that I need no one,
but don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.

I don't like hiding.
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings--
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me
the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.

Charles C. Finn
September 1966
soft and sweet a touch of needing a daddy to explore with but also into the extreme and darkest of dreams wanting to turn them into a reality we both can love
slave......child......woman who craves so much more then most spankings, darkness, bondage pushed to the edge of what slavery is 

Hearts Blazing in the Midnight Hour

 

The door opens and He is standing there so tall and intimidating in the porch light carrying His bag .She stands there afraid to lift her green eyes as she feels that moment of intensity and uncertainty.We talked a million times it felt like we knew each other all our lives but this was our first meeting. She shut the door behind them nervous as He pushed her up against the wall by her throat placing a hot steamy kiss upon her lips ,His knee pushing up between her thighs.Slowly His hands roam her body one hand exploring as the other takes her wrists and holds them in place whispering in her ear.....Mine.Her body arches against the wall squirming in helplessness as the fight slowly ebbs from her body leaving her breathless her mind in a whirl.Why does He say this ?She is nothing but a slave girl,a dime a dozen falling at Your feet......Why her?He locks His piercing blue eyes to her and whispers......why not you lil one?

so im worried about my friend on here and shes in a bad spot telling me shes suicidal and she really is in a bad mess i love her so much dont want her to die tonight i wish i knew what to do

 
 

 

Tonight my soul cries out in the darkness….my hands claw reaching for that which seems so far out of reach…….my heart races when I know he is near……… my hunger grows with each passing day……my tears of longing and aching fall upon my face and upon deaf ears knowing no one hears my silent screams of need of ache for a touch a word anything that can make me feel satiated….. yet nothing will satisfy except total submission and surrender of my very soul.Nothing will complete me until he finally takes my soul ……I am slave and i need you so desperately that it keeps me up praying maybe tomorrow he will finally take me as his….. Master smiles seeing My slave becoming a real slave full of longing and desire to please Master. Master hears My slaves screams and saviors them.

Blinded Deer

 

Darkness descends on the world blanketing it in its safety shrouding it from its prey …..endless nights lost in fear frightened alone like a blinded deer..the moon caresses the shadowy form she dances beneath it breathless and forlorn……….shadows dance across the walls sounds that echo down the hall…..free at last wings spread wide breathless hoping in the darkest night……..chains caressing tender flesh tiny hands reach towards the sky ……..fawn like eyes glisten with tears …….echoes in the night.

silent dreams and thoughts echoing in the night …..soft dancing in the shadows beneath the pale moonlight twirling and casting away all worries as she moves across the grass alone without a care in the world……..no one can see her face she but a distant memory and imprint in time …pausing in her dance she moves towards the burning embers watching as they tease and threaten to consume all in its path….thoughts return as she gets lost in the flames thinking of words she wanted to say but could not find her voice to speak them when the darkness shook her to the core of her being…… should she run or should she stay…..to love but to feel the fear …..will destiny change its course and return that which she lost in the throes of pain and anguish of time…….which path does she take the one to freedom or the one to darkness…..

A journey of your soul is like the rebirth of a star coming into the world where an entire universe exists both wondrous and filled with awe and fear at the magnitude of endless breathless possibilities....Soul searching into discovering who you are is like diving off a cliff into the darkness with no knowledge of the outcome and no assurances that everything will be alright but still you have to jump because the need to become something greater is just out of your reach and you know that you must take a chance ......maybe you will fall or maybe someone will catch you .....

 

 

Sometimes things seem so profound and complicated in this life but i stop to think a moment and take a deep breath and thats when you realize it isnt so complicated if you hold the hunger and desire ...even the courage to step out of the box of what one imagines to be their inner turmoils and dreams...... just to pause and look around and know that you can still want something and not need it or vice versa......reality sets in and you understand you can step back and its ok to be afraid and unsure but know somewhere out there is a higher and stronger power that will find you and wrap you up in its arms whispering words of love and bringing out that inner hidden you......i know ......so profound tonight i guess...  

 

 

The ultimate experience between a Master and slave could not ever compare to the world i exist in now. I took some time to reflect on how a sadist and masochist for example might interact and upon really digging deep into it i discovered something new within myself.It is interesting to consider that a sadist could feel just as afraid as a masochist does.Both want that feeling of loving and cherishing and both become free in the painful world they want......one in receiving and one in giving.There is then that intense moment when one realizes the freedom in being able to be who you are deep down inside .One would have to seriously think does the masochist who is alone delve into doing things on their own to satisfy their needs and vice versa.......I dont think anyone will really know the truth although I do know.Anyways the journey continues each day is a learning experience and i hope eventually my One will find me and discover what I am deep down knowing me better then i know myself. I know its not an easy road to go down that I chose but I can only hope that someday I will feel total submission and the walls might be torn down by His or Her hands ......Anyways, to all those out there still waiting for your paths to cross be well and be safe.

sometimes the things you are afraid to ask for will set you free and the things you ask for imprison you ...... you never know if you should open the door and trust its a scarey thing to do when you have been burned over and over .......trust is so huge and you hide afraid of opening up afraid that you will be abandoned or forgotten like yesterdays news but still you take a step forward and take one finger at a time till you feel brave enough to grasp the whole hand but i dont know where that hand is taking me or if its letting go ....part of you wants to run back into the darkness where its safe and no one can find you and part of you aches to come out into the light which part wins

 

 

i used to be so open and say what i felt inside and somewhere i became detached and guarded afraid to share what lurks deep in my mind and i cant seem to find my way back to that slave girl that could open up and feel passion and allow herself to believe and trust in others the hunger i used to feel in my slavery has become locked up behind walls and doors with no way to release it i wonder if i ever will find my way home again 

 

 

Surrender  
   
 
Play on my fears.Caress the outer edges of my limits.When sobs wrack my bodyAnd my tears signal approaching panic;Bring me to the brink of hysteria,Only to be my savior.Easing me back almost to realityBefore plunging me again into the abyss.  
I am lost, But for the shackles that hold me.They are my comfort in the darkness,Beyond the borders of pain.Tears flowing freely have become my release.My truest freedom is found within bondage.  
Kneeling before you, Still floating between here and nothingness,Tear stained face lifted to you;You are all that I see, all that I know, The air that I breathe;My very existence belongs to you.


Lash the chains around my wrists
Make them tight
Force me to follow you into the night
Lash me to the stern oak tree
For the whipping to begin
You know my passion to please will win

Hold me Protect me
Catch me as I fall
Whip me Savage me
Catch me as I fall

I’ve been a bad little girl
All my life
Never had the time I would not fight
I’ve needed the humbling
Of being caged
Taught respect upon my knees
And the riding crops rage

Nothing holds me
like your commanding words
I never thought I would obey
Without selfish regard
Always passion makes me swell
To have for once that sweetest hell

Hold me Whip me
Catch me as I fall
Protect me Command me
Please. Catch me as I fall

I kneel naked before your hand
Staining my feel to fix my stance
I look with eyes that now can see
I am your slave, helpless in my content
This life I have desired to lead.

This little girl will bend doubly
To your will
No moment will be forgotten
The first moment I remember still
The times I almost thought
I could escape your will
Now, I would not leave
I never will

Whip me Lash me
Tie me Chain me
Gag me Spread me
Catch me as I fall

Break me Use me
Enjoy me Mark me
Control me Hold me
Please. Catch me as I fall.

Others will never know my deepest need
They will only touch their own selfish greed
You make me a part of you
Whole at last
You command my life now
What a blast!

Own me Touch me
Undress me Feed me
Bathe me Stroke me
Catch me as I fall

Beat me cuff me
Lash me In your chains
Shave me Brand me
Spank me Train me
Demand of me Punish me
The little girl needs that strong hand
See me Tell me
Make me stand Inspect me
Mold me Shape me
Catch me as I fall

Untie me from the tree at the dawn
Make me crawl and follow
Across the lawn
I will not allow you to see
How content I am
I remember the spanking at your hand
Not in this lifetime
Will I see you leave

Oh God! Beat me
Restrain me Whip me
I have no place else to go
Hold me Protect me
I have fallen
At your feet.

so im out and about checking out this place and seeing what stones were left upturned and see where this all will go ...... i hope that one day i will find the ability to love and trust  

 i started this journey a long time ago and today i did the hardest thing i ever had to do ...it hurts like hell to say goodbye to someone you loved and who cant love you back and give you everything you deserve but somewhere out there i will find that one person that will be able to accept me for who i am and not lie to me that i am important to them ..... just because you are a slave does not mean you deserve no respect , love , etc even the darkest of souls craves that much ..... i wont give up on poly but next time around im going to pay more attention and be very cautious .....ok there i got that off my chest....... takes a deep breath........and so the journey continues...... 

I think that i will continue taking my time and explore this road and see if it leads any where ...... time has taught me to slow down and not to trust so much ......it seems that i am the only one that views slavery as a lifelong commitment to be submerged into and ownership something that is special and isnt forced but instead it just happens ...

Please Hear What I'm Not Saying

               Don't be fooled by me.
               Don't be fooled by the face I wear
               for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
               masks that I'm afraid to take off,
               and none of them is me.

               Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
               but don't be fooled,
               for God's sake don't be fooled.
               I give you the impression that I'm secure,
               that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well
                    as without,
               that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
               that the water's calm and I'm in command
               and that I need no one,
               but don't believe me.
               My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
               ever-varying and ever-concealing.
               Beneath lies no complacence.
               Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
               But I hide this.  I don't want anybody to know it.
               I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
               That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
               a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
               to help me pretend,
               to shield me from the glance that knows.

               But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
               and I know it.
               That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
               if it's followed by love.
               It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
               from my own self-built prison walls,
               from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
               It's the only thing that will assure me
               of what I can't assure myself,
               that I'm really worth something.
               But I don't tell you this.  I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.
               I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
               will not be followed by love.
               I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
               that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
               I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
               and that you will see this and reject me.

               So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
               with a facade of assurance without
               and a trembling child within.
               So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
               and my life becomes a front.
 I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
               I tell you everything that's really nothing,
               and nothing of what's everything,
               of what's crying within me.
               So when I'm going through my routine
               do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
               Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
               what I'd like to be able to say,
               what for survival I need to say,
               but what I can't say.

               I don't like hiding.
               I don't like playing superficial phony games.
               I want to stop playing them.
               I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
               but you've got to help me.
               You've got to hold out your hand
               even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
               Only you can wipe away from my eyes
               the blank stare of the breathing dead.
               Only you can call me into aliveness.
               Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
               each time you try to understand because you really care,
               my heart begins to grow wings--
               very small wings,
               very feeble wings,
               but wings!

               With your power to touch me into feeling
               you can breathe life into me.
               I want you to know that.
               I want you to know how important you are to me,
               how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--
               of the person that is me
               if you choose to.
               You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
               you alone can remove my mask,
               you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
               from my lonely prison,
               if you choose to.
               Please choose to.

               Do not pass me by.
               It will not be easy for you.
               A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
               The nearer you approach to me
               the blinder I may strike back.
               It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man
               often I am irrational.
               I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
               But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
               and in this lies my hope.
               Please try to beat down those walls
               with firm hands but with gentle hands
               for a child is very sensitive.

               Who am I, you may wonder?
               I am someone you know very well.
               For I am every man you meet
               and I am every woman you meet.

                                                                     Charles C. Finn
                                                      September 1966

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrNb397wS-A

 a song that explains how i feel tonight along with this one http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnYESenjoGY

"The Bag"by, SirWolfr1November, 30, 2002All rights reserved

I walked into that garage sale,That crisp November day.Mainly to calm down from a spat with my submissive,In which both of us had said more than we should say.

I saw the bag tossed forgotten in a corner,It's leathers were old and frayed.I almost overlooked it,Till I saw upon it the D/s Emblem so proudly displayed.

The bag was locked with a padlock,The contents of it I could but guess.I asked the woman how much she wanted for it,My true interest I dared not confess.

"That bag belonged to my brother," she said.As she softly wiped away a tear."We lost him in an auto accident.It's been just over a year."

"His instructions were not to sell the bag to just anyone.But only to the one who could give the proper answer unto me."Confused, I asked her what the question was.She said, "S...S...," and I answered, "c."

She smiled, nodded and I wrote a check.And so the bag became mine.I had no idea what the contents might be.But the Emblem alone, I thought to be a good sign.

At home a moment with my power tools,And the lock lay broken upon the floor.I poured the contents out at my feet,And felt my spirits and soul began to soar.

Canes, floggers, whips and chains.Toys of every shape and size,Dozens of tools of the Master's craft.Lay in heaps before my eyes.

I gave the bag a final shake,Before I went to work with leather soap.When a final item fell from the bag,A carefully sealed envelope.

I opened the envelope and read the words.Written in a strong but shaking hand.I knelt there, with the toys spread at my feet,As tears in a river from my eyes ran.

"My fellow Dominant," said the note."If these words you now do see.Then I know the worst has happened,And I have not survived my surgery."

"My sub and I were coming home,From a party one early spring day.I don't remember what we quarreled over,But I do recall all the words I am ashamed that I did say."

"It was only a moment, I let my attention wonder,I was such a fool that I did not even see.I heard steel break and my baby scream but once.I never did see the tree."

"I awoke at the local hospital,The nurse looking down at me with sad eyes.Where is my baby, my love, my pet? I whispered to her.And it was then that I began to realize."

"She shed a tear and held my hand.Then my heart turned to ice as I felt the words she said.Sir, forgive me for having to tell you this,But the living go before the dead."

"Well, in a moment they will come for me,But first this note, to a brother Dom I must give.To place there in my toy bag for me,I hope to retrieve it, should I live."

"And if I should not survive the night,If I am to join my pet, where I know she waits for me.Then this bag please take to my sister.There to sell to the one, who knows the Letters 3."

"But this last word I send you brother,Though it is spoken from beyond the grave.Love your pet, and cherish her,Be she bottom, submissive or slave."

"For the submissive love is like no other,A thing that cannot be bartered, brought or sold.And the light in her eyes as she kneels at your feet,Is worth more than the purest gold."

"So remember, yesterday is but a faded memory,And tomorrow, a dream that is not yet known.The future is never promised to us,And this moment is all you truly have, to show her she is loved andowned."

"Well, the nurse is back and I must close.Let the chips fall where they may.If your reading this, these toys are now yours.But always remember my brother Dom, what this day to you I did say."

I just held the note, then bowed my head.Without shame the tears did fall,At the wisdom of a true Master's words.Then I heard my own submissive call.

"My Master," she whispered as she drew me close,And with love held me to her breast."What is it that troubles you my Lord?" she asked."I know earlier I was an awful pest."

Without a word I drew her close,And tightly held my love next to me.I closed my eyes and thought of a Master now gone,Whose face I would never see.

~ The world will lie to you ~
It will tell you that you are so beautiful

It will tell you that you are not beautiful enough
And no one you meet
Will not fail you
The only thing you can doIs be with those who are worth being with

Although they fail.
And so I saw this world, and I saw youI knew you'd lie to meI knew I'd fail you.
Though yet I knew what we would do to each other
My eyes cut through your lies and saw

You were worth the sacrifice.
I already knew the truth of you

You knew the truth of youBut I saw something you did not see

And that was what made you valuable to me.
Not what you've doneNot what you are.

Who you will be...And what you will do.
And when you saw that I thought these thingsYou attempted to push me away

Not because you didn't want me

You wanted me now, more than you ever wanted anything before
You didn't believe me.You didn't believe in yourself 

And you were afraid, of your failureBecoming mine.
That's why I never gave you the chance.
That's why you can't escape me.
---

Darkness descends on the world blanketing it in its safety shrouding it from its prey .....endless nights lost in fear frightened alone like a blinded deer..the moon caresses the shadowy form she dances beneath it breathless and forlorn..........shadows dance across the walls sounds that echo down the hall.....free at last wings spread wide breathless hoping in the darkest night........chains caressing tender flesh tiny hands reach towards the sky ........fawn like eyes glisten with tears .......echoes in the night

Reason says-- i will win You with my eloquence...

Love says-- i will win You with my silence... 

Soul says-- how can i win You when all i have is already Yours?

---J. Rumi

 

 

 

 

May I have this dance, He said.

Who is this handsome stranger, She said.

May I have this dance, He said.

Do you hear the music, She said.

May I have this dance, He said.

Will you sing to me, She said.

May I have this dance, He said.

Such a curious stranger, She said.

May I have this dance, He said.

Can I trust you, She said.

May I have this dance, He said.

Can you outlast the music, She said.

May I have this dance, He said.

I adore you, She said.

May I have this dance, He said.

But I'm too shy, She said.

May I have this dance, He said.

I'd like to try, She said.

May I have this dance, He said.

She offered her hand.

And He bowed to kiss that sweet hand

whose fingers he loved at first sight

to thank her for the dance

and the hand disappeared...

and he looked up

and no one was there...

and he said again

May I have this dance?

as in a trance...

in the day

in the dark

in the forest

in the park

in the silence

There was only one question that mattered

May I have this dance?

He married and had children

She married and had children

But whenever the music came

They remembered the sweet question

and the hand...

It echoed through them to the end of time

May I have this dance...

And when they dreamed

in the daylight

in the dark

in the forest

in the park

They dreamed of dancing...

 

 

 

trust is such a huge issue these days and with the way things are going i wonder if it is really there.......the search for communication, trust, and respect is one that should be taken seriously and not half heartily.......so remember when you find your one be sure to be all those qualities and more because what will it benefit you if you don't 

I think its time to add something new.....It is amazing to know there are so many out there that do care and take this life seriously.The dream of ownership can be reached when two join into one .I think that the heart longs for that special moment when a connection to someone is so intense it is as if they knew you forever .To some we are tortured souls waiting to find our place in life and hoping the walls we hide behind can be torn down........almost pleading for someone to hear that which we are not saying so obviously. The dreams we share between us can become a reality if we have the faith to dare to dream, to challenge and fight our way to the prize.

Im very curious why I get negative feed back on my profile ......maybe this site is not where i should go to explore something that i was told was so beautiful and incredible of an experience.I really was looking forward to learning so much more and growing as the slave that i long to be 

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7/23/11 8:21 PM

 

 

 
  The pic may be a way for you to attract attention. All is shows is that you need help before you off yourself. Hope you get it. Being a waste of space and time in this world must be hard.

 

 

 

 

 

What a wonderful way to welcome someone to collarme