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Crush

Standing in the shadows
I watch your every move
With a wicked grin
Passing across my face
My tongue darts out
To lick my lips
You don’t know me yet
But I guarantee
You’ve never met a girl like me

Emerald eyes shine
As I follow close behind
I can smell your skin
The musk of sweat
The aroma of life itself
Coursing through your veins
You don’t see me yet
But I guarantee
You’ve never met a girl like me

A small hand extends
My fingers caress the air
A mere inch away
I trace your shape from behind
I linger there, getting closer
One hard breath and we would touch
You don’t feel me yet
But I guarantee
You’ve never met a girl like me

My fingers tingle
With the urge to take your arm
Twirl you round
Crush my lips to yours
Until our teeth cut in
And our tongues mingle
Coated in sweetest crimson
You can’t taste me yet
But I guarantee
You’ve never met a girl like me

How I long for you
To touch you, flesh to fingers
My hair spilling down
A soft Auburn caress on your chest
The sheen of sweat gleaming
Consumed by pleasures embrace
Head thrown back in ecstasy
You don’t know me yet
But I guarantee
You’ve never met a girl like me

As you begin to turn
I snatch my hand back
A blush creeps up my face
You look past me searching
I go unnoticed, not even a glance
I duck my head, moving on
Savoring how your arm brushes by mine
I really wish you knew me
But I guarantee
You’ll never meet a girl like me

Forever His Heart, Mind, Body and Soul

My heart
It screams a battle cry
Not of fear or courage
A cry of triumph
It bursts forth
And rumbles in my throat
Victory!
The sweetest taste
Of love long lost
Regained once more
And through the halls
Of Valhalla I walk
Nirvana bliss
My Shangri-La

My body
It finds rapture
Entwined within me
Baited breath
Desperate longing
A current of touch
Across my skin
Soft breaths
Beating heart
Tender kiss
His heated gaze
Sets me aflame
With desire
Running rampant
As it courses
Through my veins

My mind
It reels in delight
Dizzy in anticipation
Marveling at thoughts
Taken over
Captured in love
Released from doubt
No longer afraid
To trust freely
No reservations
No fears can take hold
Gratitude fills me
For I know Him
Remember Him

My soul
It takes flight
I find my wings
I soar above all
The poison gone
From my being
The light shines bright
Golden threads
Interlaced
Whole once again
Completed
Freedom so pure
Take me higher
I crave Him
This addiction
My true home
He is my…
Forever

The Freedom Of Slavery

There are many images that come to mind whenever anyone thinks of the word slave. Most of the time the word itself is used in a negative context in reference to being forced to behave in a way that one does not wish to behave. It is a word that references a person that is under the complete authority of another with little to few rights of their own. The definition of the word has been put forth as having several meanings, one of which would be “a form of forced labor in which people are considered to be, or treated as, the property of another”. There is much stigma attached to the word itself since the days of the slave trade that was abolished in this country upon the closing of the civil war.

So many different meanings can be addressed and yet I find that they are not what come to my mind when I think of the word slave. Upon hearing the word or thinking of it I am filled with warmth and a gentle joy deep in my heart. You may want to ask, why would anyone feel that way? I will tell you happily. It is because I myself am a slave. Not only am I willing, but I am an eager one in my service to my Master. You see there is another meaning to this word that I have come to treasure so. You may in fact find it a truly ironic meaning, for I have come to see my own slavery as the only form of true freedom.

How could this be? You may be thinking to yourself, surely this girl is mistaken and confused in her use of language. But no! It is true! I see my slavery as freedom indeed. You see, it allows me the freedom to behave toward my Master in the ways that feel natural to me when it comes to how I relate to the man I love. I respect Him greatly of course, and I value his thoughts and opinions, but this isn’t the driving force behind my internal serenity. I enjoy being able to behave as a slave because it is the ultimate expression of my true feelings for Him. When He requests something of me by way of action or words, He is able to freely express His wishes without being hindered by society’s views of what is and is not appropriate in His requests. In turn, by bending to His will, learning from His instruction, serving Him and following His lead obediently, I am freed from society’s confinements on what is viewed as inappropriate behavior in my expression of adoration.

Perhaps I should explain a bit further with example. If a woman of mainstream society is seen to approach her mate with lowered eyes then kneel before him and bow reverentially to then be patted on the head and called a “good girl” as she gives a beaming smile in response to his words, it would be seen as a lowering of her station and an act of disrespect toward herself. No matter how much she loves him, he is then seen as something of a bully that treats his mate as a dog. The real magic behind consensual slavery is that, with the simple act of declaring one’s slavery, a woman can walk proudly in her status as slave and a man can be seen as a strong and loving mate who cares deeply for her and treats her well. When a slave bows before her Master it is done out of love and an eagerness to express that love in a physical way that bellies the true level of adoration she has for Him. To be limited to societies accepted acts of love such as kisses, hugs and other “vanilla” forms of affection; a true and natural slave is in essence being bound from expressing herself to the full extent that she desires. Only, the difference is, the ties that bind her are not being held by someone she loves and trusts but rather by a cold unfeeling society that arbitrarily doles out its views of right and wrong.

Take a moment to think this over in your mind. If it is wrong to deny women the vote based on their gender because they are equals, then isn’t it also wrong to determine for them how they are to display their feelings for their mate? Is it not wrong to tell a person that was born with a natural inclination toward submission to behave in any other way then that which comes to them as the right thing to do? And finally is it not wrong for one that is an internal slave to be forced upon with the “freedom” society would have for her? In my humble opinion, that is tantamount to emotional rape for it is, in essence, a violation of a woman’s right to decide for herself how she will lead her life.

It is natural for a slave to be as she is and to behave as she does and that my friends, is a beautiful thing. Quite contrary to popular belief a true slave is a very strong person that must know her own mind in order to achieve happiness and success in her endeavors in life. She must be strong enough to cast aside the bonds that society has placed on her. She must know herself well enough to trust her decisions in choosing a Master. She must display courage in bending her will to His so that she may know the elation of a deed well done and a Master well pleased. She must have the fortitude to walk the gauntlet of disapproving stares directed at her from those in the world around her so that she may be able to take the opportunity to truly be whom she was born to be. Yes, a slave is a strong individual indeed for she has chosen her only true freedom. Rather then simply dream of it or fantasize about it when no one is watching she has spread her wings and leapt forth to grab it, only to find that at long last she can finally soar!

You Bring Me To Life!!

I once walked the lonely path in isolation
Moving from one day to the next
Each one a haze that blurred together
Taking each step in determination
Knowing that one day
I would not walk alone
A hand would reach from the dark
And our fingers would interlace
Bringing light to the path ahead
Filling me with life
Removing the shroud
From my very soul
Fueling my heart's flame
And now, my love
That dream has come true
You are my day of joy
The smile that touches my lips
The glint in my eye
You are my night of passion
A shiver up my spine
The touch I crave
An addiction of the mind
And so we walk
The less lonely path
Through to the wooded glen
So that we may once again
Feel alive!

Departs The Lonely Mourner

The overcast clouds roll across the sky
A draft flows over the grass
Giving the appearance of soft waves
Eternally stretching for a non-existent shore
The tombstones interrupt the gentle hills
Crosses and cement markers
Displaying the passing of lives
Too unknown to be visited by occasional flowers
An old woman wears black
Walking through the forest of marble and stone
She pauses in places and visits those who have no one else
And she continues on
Her feet lead her deftly and she remembers the past
A time when she would not come near this place
Now it calms her to know that she can come
And sit for hours with her childhood friends
Finally she reaches her dearest
The marble is dull, the grass overgrown
Tears escape her as they have for years
And she lowers herself to the ground
She lays down, careful not to disturb the frail dried flowers
That she carried to the grave weeks ago.
As she closes her eyes a breeze blows gently
And the black veil lifts from her ghostly pale skin
A bright light opens the heavens
The clouds vanish from the sky
Her life slowly drains away and is lifted from her
And still her hand does clutch the locket at her neck
A newlywed couple lives on in her very last thought
Their happiest times together
As they again will soon be
For today she will join her beloved
Nevermore gripped within this mournful world
Free at last

The BDSM Scene & Aftercare

Aftercare: Affectionate care and attention following any type of traumatic or mentally challenging event.

For those who are new to the BDSM lifestyle, there are certain aspects of a scene that aren't fully understood until it is too late. One such aspect is subspace, also referred to as subdrop. Subspace is the state of mind for a submissive who is so engrossed in a scene that they start to lose themselves. While most people associate BDSM with the physical aspects of the scene, there is a large amount of mental aspects to a scene as well and those need to be addressed closely during every scene.

The best comparison I can make for people who are inexperienced with the lifestyle, subspace is like getting drunk or getting high on drugs. You forget the pain, the problems, all your cares seem to drift away while you're in this state. It's a state of mind that impairs rational thought and decision making skills. It's a state that needs to be monitored carefully for all parties involved.

If a scene is shared between two people who have explicit trust and a total power exchange, the submissive feels free enough to put themselves into their Dominant's hands completely. They allow themselves to enter a state of deep recession and incoherence, a dangerous situation for an inexperienced couple. If a submissive goes far enough into subspace, they could injure themselves without knowing it. If the Dominant doesn't understand the dangers of subspace, it's even more dangerous for the submissive.

A submissive that goes deeply into subspace will often need to have the Dominant keep a close eye on them so that they aren't putting him or herself in danger, making sure that after the scene they are cared for. For instance, during or after an intense whipping scene, a submissive in subspace, can often beg for more, not knowing that if they could be harmed physically by it. The dominant needs to ensure that the submissive comes down from the endorphin high slowly, carefully cared for so that they don't come down all at once.

Dominants can pull a submissive to such a level of subspace that it can produce a state of complete incoherence due to the increase of hormonal and chemical reactions within the body. The submissive starts to feel detached from reality, leaving them unaware of the dangers they are facing. As the high comes down, and the parasympathetic nervous system starts to come into play, leaving behind a state of complete exhaustion, as well as confusion. Many submissives, upon reaching certain levels of subspace can lose all awareness of the amount of pain that they are in, causing any new pain stimulus to prolong the time that they are within subspace.

What can a Dominant do to care for their submissive and make sure they come down from subspace safely? Allowing the submissive to rest is usually the best choice. It lets them come down at their own pace, naturally, while refreshing them for anything else that they need to do that day. If allowing them to sleep isn't possible, then giving them chocolate will help as well, since it releases the endorphins quicker. The dominant must always remember that when a submissive is in subspace, they may not want to come down from it, since it is a feeling of bliss that they don't want to lose. It's the dominant's responsibility to make sure that the submissive does come down safely.

Being aware of the risks that are involved in any scene will prepare a dominant to care for the submissive, keeping them safe and happy. Awareness of all the aspects before, during and after a scene keeps the scene from crossing the line that lives between a loving and healthy BDSM relationship and abuse.

Happy Anniversary, Master!!

To my dearest love, I write to you on this day, the 30th of August to speak to you of love and yet I find there is a whole world more that I wish to speak to you of besides just love. Today marks more then another month of time passed since we reunited. It marks more then another month closer to the day I will get to settle myself within your arms and feel the rest of world melt away.

Today marks half a year that we have been together. Half a year of bliss and happiness. Half a year that I have felt whole again. I don’t know if you are completely aware of the impact meeting you has had on my life but then again, perhaps you are since you are aware of the impact I have had on yours.

You have changed my life. Truth be told, I am not the same person I was before we met. But I can only say it has been the best of changes. I’ve not known this kind of happiness previously in my life. I’ve not had that feeling of zero doubts. You take all the fear and it washes away with your words. I’ve never felt safer. I’m someone that trusts to an extent easily but it’s very hard to earn that deep trust. I’ll trust someone with my life sooner then I will trust them with my emotions. So it was such a pleasant surprise to learn that I truly do trust you deeply and completely. My heart is yours to hold in the palm of your hand and I give it freely and without restraint my love!

When the slightest thought of you passes through my mind, I cannot help but smile, close my eyes and dream. I dream of your touch like silken steel, your breath upon my skin, the smoldering heat in your eyes, the velvety words as you whisper them into hair….I dream of you. I have such joy at knowing that I am indeed yours forevermore. Your esclave, your twin flame, your queen, your soulmate, your lover….because I am your girl. Oh such happiness that brings to my heart as I type the words. It makes my heart swell with pride and the knowledge that you chose me once more, just as you do every day when you wake and tell me “Good Morning, Mon Esclave”.

So today I say to you, Happy Anniversary Master! We have loved for half a year in this life and ages upon ages in other lifetimes. I consider myself most fortunate to have received what have thus far. Anything more is pure joy and I am grateful for every instant of it. Thank you My Darling, for being exactly whom you are. I love you with every fiber of my body, every drop of blood that beats through my heart, every thought that passes through my mind and every lifetime to have touched my soul. I adore you madly and without fear or restraint. All because I love you so. For you make my essence purr...like magick...alchemy...love.

Take Me Down

Take me to the edge of my wits

This insanity that pulls on me

Drive me crazy with your love

And make me beg for more

Because you are my world

You’ve sucked me in

No escaping this madness

And please don’t ever stop

Take me down

Drag me under

Wrap my hair into your hand

Pull me to you

Hold me close

Don’t let go

I need it

I want it

I love it

So let this madness be salvation

This heart, it races

Your touch is my downfall

And I’m smiling the whole way

In your gaze I bask

Your pride takes me over

I purr for only you

And hold my breath

For the next touch

The next kiss

You’ve taken me captive

For I am yours

Forever more

Devoted

Willing

Eager

The Perfect Drug

Be my fire love

This skin that twitches as I crave

Endless addiction to your soul

Take me higher love

Intense reactions leave me breathless

Eyes rolled back in ecstasy

You’re my perfect drug

Be my fire love

I drown in your absence

Your words shoot through my veins

Take me higher love

Wrapped up in your energy

I bite my lip and pray for more

You’re my perfect drug

Be my fire love

Heated gaze that sears my mind

Your breath upon my neck

Take me higher love

Hold me closer to this bliss

I’m falling, won’t look back

You’re my perfect drug

Be my fire love

Burn me up and kiss the ashes

Please take all I offer

Take me higher love

Your kisses are my rapture

And I beg for just one more

You’re my perfect drug