stormdreamer's blog: "This slavegirls thoughts & heart"

Deep within this slave, There lies a secret place, Treasured and protected, Once lost without a trace. Hidden well within this girl, Cold and lonely and scared, Once beat a trembling heart, Aching for a secret to be shared. She jumped at every shadow, Wanting, needing to break free, From the trappings of a life, Unable to breathe, unable to be. One day a light began to shine, Curling around this slaves heart, Illuminating long hidden desires, Pounding fear once more to start. Afraid to trust, afraid to love, shaking and scared to death, A fire began to burn, A need growing with every breath. A word, a touch so gentle, A firm and guiding hand, Molding an eager slave, hajira heart, beginning to understand. Each day the light grew brighter, The slave becoming kajira true, A glow surrounding her heart, Reveling in feelings brand new. Today, la kajira shines, And Your love was just the start... Each heartbeat is for You, My Master, My Love...my Heart...

She glides on bare feet across the room Material flowing from her willow body She removes the pins from her hair, Long, curly and coppery Their eyes meet, lock together For they are one and know the soul of each Her body longs for the feel of his stroke She waits. He commands. He discards her finery Her naked flesh glows as the candle light dances upon her His hands secure hers, lifting them up His fingers trace patterns down her sides, hardening her treats His mouth suckles. Her desire grows. His manner becomes severe, her moans intensify He grasps her wetness pulling her into him Her legs spread wide for his invasion, his fingers deep inside Pulling her hair, her breasts thrust upward, her firm nipples inviting His sex hard with lust he enters her Their bodies erupt in fire

It is only for Him that she looks her soul yearning to belong to Him her body burning with fiery desire to become a treasured possesion It is only for Him that she kneels drawing strength from His acceptance offering all that she is or will be giving Him the precious gift of herself It is only for Him that she serves with her heart open and adoring her whole being touched by His presence her eyes reflecting the joy within It is only for Him that she dances the glow of His pleasure her sweet reward enticing Him, showing Him what is His alone the body that aches for His touch It is only for Him that she loves Nothing hidden from his gaze her heart and soul His to take her devotion so clearly shown It is only for Him that she is kajira He gently showed her the way with love and strength and a firm hand a slave reborn It is Only For Him

To my Master... As i sit here and think of You, You are ever on my mind. Pictures from the past float through my mind For me to remember: Your touch, Your feel, Your strength, Your power; That i crave so when You are here My strength through Your power, My calmness through Your control, My peace through Your strength, My passion through Your direction, My direction through Your command. I am Your slave, in all the ways that You request, In submission, pleasure, pain, mind, body, and soul I am Yours as you wish, Your every whim or command. You chose me; my only wish is to please You As you may require of Your slave. With all my love to You, stormdreamer (aka slavegirl4mymaster) *big hugs and kisses* 2/07

i wear this collar as part of me, it belongs to someone i love implicitly, my love conforms to the shape of this. there is no beginning, no ending, no start, no finish, alpha, omega, it's always been. a circle of metal, cold and grey, forged with love, trust, and loyality. i give my body, my soul, everything i am; i give him all i am and ever will be; i give Him; me. He who possesses this ring of steel, knows exactly how i feel. He owns the collar and a whole lot more, He knows, i know, He owns; me. the lock in back has 1 simple key, it lets me know that i'm not free. deep in my heart and soul, i don't want to be. i want to be His, i belong to him, He teaches, He loves, He wants; me. i'll forever serve Him, please him, love him; i'll forever be his. There is no beginning, no ending, no start, no finish, alpha, omega, its always been.

Silence is broken by her rapidly beating heart.. She is quickly consumed with anticipation.. Her precious sight is withheld by means of a blindfold.. She is left standing with limited senses.. As her body glistens as small droplets of sweat form.. Her breathing changing to short gasps.. Thoughts begin to flood her mind wondering what is next to come.. All at once that deafening silence is shattered by a quick resounding snap and crack.. That being the cruel firey kiss of her Master's whip.. That lashes unmercifully upon the slaves vulnerable flesh.. Her body writhes in wicked pleasure against the binds that hold her so firmly.. Whimpers, moans, and purss escape her throat.. Salty tears streak her flush cheeks.. With an all too familiar pleading in her eyes.. She begs.. Not for Him to stop.. But to continue to feed her constant hunger and craving..

slavery is not about suffering . . . slavery is about service. slavery is not about humiliation . . . slavery is about humility. slavery is not about pain . . .slavery is about being present. slavery is not about being used . . .slavery is about being of use. slavery is not about control . . .slavery is about letting go. slavery is not about your desires . . .slavery is about giving to others. slavery is not about abuse . . .slavery is about acceptance. slavery is not about proving anything . . .slavery is about being real. slavery is not about contempt . . .slavery is about respect. slavery is not about how you look . . .slavery is about how you care. slavery is not about denying yourself . . .slavery is about being open. slavery is not about punishment . . .slavery is about discipline. slavery is not about being unable to escape . . .slavery is about being committed. slavery is not about submission . . .slavery is about obedience. slavery is not about fear . . .slavery is about trust. slavery is not about sex . . .slavery is about love. slavery is not about pleasure . . .slavery is about happiness.

In Your darkness i find my light Fore it is Your darkness that feeds my soul. In Your chains i find my freedom Fore bound by them, i am as i choose to be. In Your pleasure i find my own Fore it is my own deep dark desire. In Your arms i find my refuge Fore i know You shall keep me safe and warm. In Your eyes i find my world Fore i see my spirit dancing with Yours. In You, M'lord, i find everything i shall ever need!

Suspended before You...flesh laid bare to Your sight...my body open to Your touch limpid pools of smouldering lust...rendered blind by Your design flesh tingling...feeling You near...hearing Your breathing sensing Your desires...O/our hearts beating in time the warmth of Your fingers tracing my spine...trembling with need...a whispered plea "please Master" body straining against it’s bonds...reaching...searching...aching...craving giving...taking...flames of desire raging higher an erotic journey has begun...travel to a dream realm...fantasy becomes reality reality fades from view...a pasture of decadent pleasures mind closing down...reasoning gone...agonizing anticipation...a whistle filling my ears a crop slicing the air...body swaying to meet it’s caress...leather bites tender flesh raising welts with each kiss...leaving burning patches behind two hearts beating as one...crop dancing in time...building a bonfire of need flames raging hotter and hotter...searing my mind with animalistic desires "yes! Master!" my mind cries...with each sharp bite...needs raging beyond my control freeing my soul...to fly on wings of passion...through clouds of sweet pain conscious thought lost...left floating through the raging sea of lust...free of my own body ears deaf to my own cries...soaring ever higher my entire being focused on You...as i dine upon forbidden fruit of lust feeling You devouring my flesh...seeing nothing save You...hearing nothing save Your voice...knowing nothing...save sweet pain that is Your pleasure...wanting nothing save satisfying You screams torn from my throat...music to even my ears...lost as i am surrounded only by You...my heart beating solely for You...darkness closes in i know nothing...but this peace within by Raven Shadowborne

I can't be a slave; a very small voice whispered in the dark But you already are; the voice answered itself in the recesses of her mind. To be my Master's slave means I have given Him all of me. It means I have given Him my heart and I get to watch Him care for it with the utmost care. It means I have given Him my mind and I get to watch it become more nimble under His tutelage. It means I have given Him my soul and I get to watch it dance free within the circle of His arms. It means I have given Him my body and I get to feel it respond to His expert touch. To be my Master's slave means I deny Him nothing. If He asks for something, I get it. If He demands something, I get it twice as fast. If He wishes for something, I get it four times as fast. Am I His servant? Well, I serve His every desire, so yes. Am I His submissive? Well I submit to His every whim, so yes. Am I His slave? Well, I am His to do with as He wishes, so yes. To be my Master's slave means I get to fly higher than I ever have before. I get to give more than I ever have before. I get to receive more than I ever have before. I get to feel more than I ever have before. To be my Master's slave means more to me than most anything ever has before. {sonja}JP