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About yaneshai


~~I, with a deeper instinct, choose a Man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.~~ Anais Nin

she began as a slave 12 years ago and is ready to be so again. The One who Owns me must have respect for who I/i am.

she is a very spirited one. Some may call her a brat. she is also very devoted to the One who would own her.

Do not expect me to bow just because You have the title "Master" or "Lord" before the rest of Your nick or if You have a  Cap on it. That is not an option. i will be polite and sincere but i will not be Your doormat.

Oh, please, do not push me. I tend to take my time making friends. If you try to use reverse psychology on me, it will not work. If I have just met you and within less than a 30 minute conversation you are asking me for my phone number or to see me on cam, i will shut you down and you will be ignored. I don't work that way.

my submission is my gift to the One who would Own me and it is as fragile as glass.

If You wish to speak with me, send a message or You can find me on the CM chat server.

Contrary to some people's opinion, I am not online all the time. I do work a real 40 hour a week job in an office. I have a vast circle of real friends that I see on a semi regular basis. The best times to get me are in the evening (EST) and on the weekends whenever i have time to be on.





Clarity.

Many a day I have sat wishing and hoping and waiting.? Waiting for something to break, for the tension in my head to snap open and leave on the walls the mess that was inside. If it's on the walls, I can paint it over. No. If it's on the walls, I can scrub it off.

Many a day I have bled. New wounds made deep. The old wounds reopened. My heart breaking time and again as I try to pick up the pieces off the floor and put them back together. Every day I uncover a new source. Every day another piece mends.

Many a day I have hurt. Constant pain beyond anything that I have ever felt before or want to feel again is everywhere. Sadness anger and depression surround me with their darkness. Where and when does it end? But at least I can feel.

Many a day I have cried, the streams of tears seemingly endless. My eyes get tired and sore. My face streaked. My cheeks burn with the cold wind upon them. The wind stings my eyes. The tears continue still within each one a bit of pain is carried

Many a day I have wandered, lost. Each step a reminder of the love I had in my heart. A love that was all consuming, a love I didn't think I could or would live without. A love that brought so much joy and yet so much pain. A hand reaches for me from nowhere.

Many a day I have sat and wondered, wishing. Many a day I have tended my wounds, cleaning them with my renewed tears, crying till I could cry no more, screaming against the light. A hand picks me up from the floor. The light it brings stings my eyes. I turn away, not wanting to see.

Many a day has gone since the first tear fell. Many a day has gone since I picked up the first piece off the floor. Many a day has gone since the healing began. Many a step I have taken to walk away from the pain. Many a hand now holds mine in the endless bond of friendship. I am not afraid to face the light, for in it I am strong.

About me..

Hmmm what to write? Well i guess I'll start at the very beginning; it's a very good place to start (or so I've been told). I began my journey as a sub almost 12 years ago. Since then I have had 4 Masters, 2 of which I am still in contact with. They have become friends, confidants and mentors. They are Ones that i can go to for advice and counsel. I love them, but I am not in love with them. There is a difference. Their friendship has become priceless to me, especially in this last year. They, however, do not rule my life or my heart. There is no threat to a potential relationships and there never has been. Each Master has taught me several lessons that I have kept close to my heart: patience, forgiveness, strength, duty, loyalty, love and many more. These lessons, i hope to never stop learning.
I have been chatting for almost 7 years now. It seems like forever sometimes. I have met many people and have many friends, several of whom have become very close to me and who I am in constant contact with, even though we have our own lives. Have I met people I've not liked? Of course I have. We all have at some point. Does that mean I am not going to give them respect? No. I will until they give me a reason not to. In all this time, I have only cut one person out of my life. She was a drama queen..no wait, she was THE Drama Queen. My other friends and I always seem to work things out no matter how mad we get at each other. Believe me, we have gone round for round sometimes. There have been times when we haven't spoken for months, but we are always there when we are needed. With true friends, time does not pass.
If there is one thing that I've learned, it is that chat is a rumor mill. One cannot step onto a server, especially if they had been gone for a while, without who they are and who they are sitting by, if anyone, is spreading like wildfire. I think it's childish. I don't start rumors but I've been victim of plenty of them. Rumors are started by people who don't really know anything but what they see on the surface or what they assume there to be, not what really happened. They can't be bothered to ask for the truth and if it does come, well, they either don't believe it or they rely on the words of someone else, usually another source, regardless of that person's character. I've learned that the one who usually starts the rumor is either jealous or unhappy with their life so they feel they have to pick on someone else to make themselves feel better, no matter what the cost of the others happiness and even if they are friends. I've seen many friendships break because of this.
Truth of the matter is, if you want to get to know me, just ask. Talk to me; learn who I really am. If then, you still don't like me, well there's nothing I can do about that. I would rather you not like me from talking to my face than hearing what has been said behind my back. Oh, one more thing, if you take advice from someone who says they are my friend, make sure you check with me first to really make sure about that. There are people that I've known online for years who will claim to be my friend, but are in fact mere acquaintances or Drama Queens that I tend to keep at arms length. Those people think they can make judgments on my life based on what they think they see and not what's really there.
In general and in specific, I am a very private person. I don't drag my feelings or problems out in public. What happens in private stays in private, just like Vegas. If I am your confidant or if you are mine, I do not expect to see my dirty laundry all over chat as I will not hang yours out. If that happens, you will no longer be welcome.
That being said, yes, I am a sub. I am also very much my own person. Do not expect me to kneel to You just because You wear a title or a cap on Your nick. It doesn't work that way with me. I will be polite and respectful, but You must be that way also. I am no one's doormat. Some have tried to use me as one, but have failed. Some have tried to run me up one side and down the other, trying to shame me and break me by force, when the true guilt is really on them. That doesn't work with me either.? Some have said that I top from the bottom. I will test limits but I really don't. I need a strong hand to guide me and keep me safe and where i need to be.
When i love and when i serve, i do so with my whole heart. Nothing else for me is acceptable. I am very passionate about everyone and everything in my life. I pay attention to everything even though you may not think I do. If you and i are sitting in chat and You ask me to get You something, i will do it without hesitation, regardless of what i am doing at the time. I am what some may call "high-maintenance". I do not expect a Dom to shower me with gifts or sweep me off my feet, but I do expect Your time, attention and affection, whether online or in real, especially if i am supposed to be the most important person in Your life. My heart is big enough for everyone in my life. Question is..is Yours big enough for me?
I am moody sometimes. I'm a woman, what more do you want? I laugh, I cry, I scream and yell, although not often, and I get depressed, something I've been often this past year. When i do get depressed, i become kind of a hermit. I cocoon myself to protect myself from the outside world so that no more hurt gets in and i can heal. It is at these times some have accused me of hiding from them. That's not what it is. It is me protecting myself. It is at these times that i am not strong enough to ask for help or a hand to hold or a shoulder to cry on. One has to be strong enough to shoulder my pain and break through whatever wall i have built around myself. And seriously, I don't know anyone who doesn't act this way at some time. It's human nature. It's self preservation.
Despite some people's opinions, I am a very real person. I have thoughts and feelings just like everyone else and it hurts just as much when someone stomps all over them. Behind every nick in chat is a real person. Some people forget that and feel they can say and do as they wish with no repercussion at all. Well, let me tell you, Karma is a real bitch and she'll bite you in the ass when you least expect it.

As an addendum to my last post: i am truly grateful for all the wonderful comments and messages that have been sent and spoken to me. What i had to say had been a long time in the writing. I am especially thankful to my new friend V. who through His kind words and gentle way have let me see into my soul in a different way. i am blessed to know Him and be considered a friend. Your girl is very lucky to have You.

If you have left me a message regarding the post, please know that i will get back to you soon as i have much more to say.? ~hugs to all~
Changes...

I sit here thinking. Thinking about how everyone and everything changes in life. This past year has not been an easy one for me, but yet, I am still here. Sometimes I wonder why. My world came to a screeching halt almost a year ago. I lost the 2 most important people in my life, my parents, within 3 months of each other.? There are no words for the pain or the sense of loss that I feel. They had been ill for a very long time. Dad had a bout with cancer almost 10 years ago. Both of them had diabetes, congestive heart failure, etc. I could go on. The last 6 years of my life I have spent running to doctors and hospitals. Even though I knew it was going to happen soon, nothing could have prepared me. Mom was having one of her good days and I took her to see dad. Somehow I knew the minute I saw him, that this would be the last. He knew who I was, who my mom was. They held hands for a very long time, just looking at each other. They didn?t say much. The look in their eyes said it all. They were married over 50 years.? My phone rang not even 12 hours later at 3:15AM. The hardest thing I ever had to do was to wake my mom and tell her that dad was gone. I?ll never forget the look in her eyes: total disbelief, then realization and sadness. A good friend took me to get his things. He looked like he was asleep. Part of me wanted him to wake up, but I knew he wouldn?t. I kind of went on ?autopilot? after that. I called my daughter in college in the morning. She would get the next flight home. It was good to see her and have her around, in spite of the circumstances. For as strong as I was during the day, at night, I was crying my eyes out. Mom kind of drifted. She was good one day and not the next. Relatives came to the house to visit because she wasn?t strong enough to go to the funeral home and sit for several hours.? She barely made it through the funeral.

Over the next month or so she declined bit by bit. I had to go back to work. My daughter had to go back to college. She didn?t need to take care of her girls anymore, as we were both on our own. I believe that saddened her in a way that no one could ever imagine. She was relying on me now to take care of her, instead of the other way around. She fell one afternoon when I was at work. I rushed home and found her on the bathroom floor. She was conscious but dehydrated. I called the paramedics. She was in the hospital for 2 weeks after that. I was going up before and after work to spend time with her. She kept talking about coming home. The house was eerily quiet. Part of me knew it was coming. I never expected it so soon. The day before she passed, she was full of life and laughing a lot. She had just come back from her physical therapy when I came into the room. We talked a bit and joked around. I told her I wouldn?t be seeing her that evening as I had dinner plans, she said ok and see you tomorrow. When I walked into her room the next morning, she had turned 180 degrees. She looked tired and drawn. She always woke up when i came in as she did when I would come in late after being out with my friends. This time, she didn't. I could feel something was wrong. I signed the DNR order, met with the people from hospice, visited with her a little bit and kissed her on the forehead. I never saw her alive again. I didn't go up that evening as it had been a horrible day at the office. I called the nurses desk and they said she was ok. They had been talking earlier and mom was telling them stories about her life. My phone rang, oddly enough at 3:15 in the morning. She was gone. I was stunned. I don't know how long I laid there crying. At some point I called my daughter. She didn't answer, but when I spoke to her later on, she said that she knew. Calls after 3 in the morning are usually not good. I went up to see her and like with my dad, I really thought she was going to wake up. I stayed with her a long time, crying till I didn't think I had any tears left.

In some ways, I think she knew. One of the last things my mom did while she was still home was to write me a series of $3.00 checks. She said, "Don't spend it all in one place or keep them till you need them." It was her way of taking care of me. I've not had the heart to throw them out.

You see, my mom was always a caretaker. I remember as a child, running to relatives? houses when they were sick, always taking something. She saw my grandfather through 4 heart attacks before the last one took him. She nursed my grandmother through breast cancer, her chemo, spinal taps. She brought her to live in our house and took constant care of her till God took her home right after Christmas so many years ago.

She volunteered after that, working with children. She would do it for over 20 years. It put a smile back on her face and gave her the will to go on. She always made sure I was involved in some way. This is not to say that my relationship with mom was perfect, because it wasn?t. She and I fought a lot of? the time. I don?t know of any relationship to be perfect, really. When I got pregnant with my daughter, she was less than thrilled. I was 19 and I knew the relationship was not going to last. Eventually though, when she realized I was committed to keeping my daughter and raising her, she softened. My daughter became the light of my parents? life. I don?t know what I would have done without them. They took care of her when I went back to school and eventually back into the workforce. I owe them a lot. I sit here, remembering, the birthday parties, baking cookies, the three of us being in the kitchen, me and my mom trying to get things done and my daughter underfoot wanting to help and especially the holidays. Mom was never big on a huge Christmas. For us it was all about family. She always seemed to make it special.

I thought I had learned all I could from my mom while she was alive, but I was wrong. It?s in the now very quiet house that she is still teaching me. She is still pushing me and revealing this life?s lessons for me to learn. How to be a better parent. How to be a friend to everyone you come in contact with, because they may need you just then, and at some point you may need them. She is still teaching me strength, strength of will, of character and of spirit. When I look back to the days after my grandmother died, as a child, I wondered why she cut herself off for a while. I now know she was dealing with her own grief and sadness. At times I was angry with her over it, but now I understand. I miss her terribly.

So, where do I go from here? I am not sure. I know that somehow I have made it through the worst several months of my life. The holidays were extremely hard this year. I?ve never felt so alone. My daughter is the most important person in my life. Nothing is going to change that, no one either. She is also teaching me little things, like how to laugh again and smile at the sunshine. She pushed me to get back into theater, where she knows I am at my happiest, working with other people and being part of the ?greater good?. I only hope I am half the example to her as my mom was to me.

To my daughter I am eternally grateful for you. You have no idea how much joy you bring me and I hope that someday you can say the same about me. I know I?ve not been a perfect mom, but I?ve tried.

To my friends, old and new, I don?t know what I would have done without you all for these last months. Even though I know we all have our own lives, I am blessed to have you in mine. You have made me smile and laugh.? You have been there for me in my darkest hours, giving me a hand to hold and a shoulder to cry on when I could not ask for these things myself. You know I will always be there for you. You have made me a better person and I hope to never quit learning and laughing.

To those who are my detractors, what can I say?? I know not everyone is going to like me, but that?s ok. I don?t like everyone I come in contact with either. Does that mean I don?t respect them and treat them the way they should be? No. I respect you until you give me a reason to not respect you. Even then, a few kind words like ?I?m sorry? can do wonders. If you don?t believe me, ask those who I am friends with. Perhaps you should learn by their example.

I am not a hard person to get along with. Perhaps my biggest fault is that I am too generous with those I love. I give of my time and wisdom and love unconditionally.? I love deeply and with all my heart. I am as passionate about those in my life as I am about music and theater. I am not a liar, nor a cheat. Yes, I do have several people in my life that I have been in love with, but I am not in love with them any more. I love them for who they are and what they bring to the table in my circle. They are confidants and mentors. They are Ones who I can be myself with and bring out the best in me. They see me for who I am, not what I can do for them.

This year has already brought many changes, some good, some not so good. Part of me is tired of feeling like the world is ending. Not long ago, I thought about leaving. I wanted to leave everything, the lifestyle, my job, my life. So many times I held the box cutter to my wrists, not being able to do it, tears running down my cheeks.? So many times I didn?t want to get up, had no reason to. I?d think about what?s really important to me and my perspective began to change. I?ve come to learn over the past weeks that I am not responsible for the words, actions or opinions of other people. I am only responsible for my own pain.? If I let others cause me grief and great hurt, then I am the only one who can deal with it. I have to let it go and resolve things on my own terms; otherwise the pain will eat me alive. The sense of loss that I feel with my parents will always be there.? They will always live on, through me and my daughter. They live through the example that I set and the memories that I cherish. They live through the love that I have and give to those I meet on this journey. Love is never lost.

A friend of mine posted on her facebook that "I'd rather have hope than feel nothing." She is so right. I think Maria from ?The Sound of Music? said it best: ?Where God closes a door, somewhere He opens a window?. It's all about change.
Quotes of the day...

*If you can't accept me at my worst, then you don't deserve me at my best.*

*Be who you are and say what you feel because those who matter don't mind, and those who mind, don't matter.* ~~Dr. Seuss

*Watch your thoughts, for they become words. Choose your words, for they become actions. Understand your actions for they become habits. Study your habits, for they will become your character. Develop your character, for?it becomes your destiny.* ~~Temporal Master (i had to repost cause i love it!)

*Mama always said: Never point the finger at anyone else, because you always have 3 looking back at you.* .. *Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.*


I came across this quote a while ago and it really touched my soul. I happen to be a collector of erotica, with Anais Nin being my favorite author. If you understand this.. you will most likely understand me..

?I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don?t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don?t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of being, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.?
...Anais Nin
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