4/28/2012 6:38:33 PM: It has been a very long time since I wrote anything and i would like to share what I feel is a huge accomplishment. It took me so many years to finish a poem that I was working on when my 3rd Master released me. It was an odd reason. He wanted poly and brought His 1st slave back into His life, our lives. She worked very hard at pushing me out. she won, I lost He took her word over mine. I am okay with this all now.It took a great deal of time to know I needed to shed my past, all my past. Now I know I have done this. I have no regret or bad feelings. It also helped that my 3rd Master came to me and begged me to come back. Going so far to tell me He would release her for me. I am his greatest regret. In that I finished my poem. A Poem i am so very very proud of.     Title: 'When You Released Me'   “I release you,” you said to me.My heart died, flaming intofiery, bleeding, tortured death.My blank stare masked my pain.    “I am no longer your Master,” You said.My pulse stopped and color drained.My face so white, almost transparent.I looked past your shoulder and nodded.    “You’re no longer my submissive/slave,” You said.The words bounced crazily through me.Blazing hurt threaded my whisper, ”As you wish.”    Your words tore, cut and grounded lovebetween them, beneath them, below themlike tight clamps around my nipples,like a cane snap on my bare ass,like deep endless drugging kisses,like my tongue caressing your cock, forever focused.    Tears gathered. Disconnected, Iturned away silently into my future,uncollared for the first time in years.    My soul screamed, enraged in pain!Why didn’t you have more faith in us?How could you turn so easilyfrom greatness what and who we were?   There was no answer, no soft wordsmurmured you to me. How, I cried. How could you cripple us both so savagely?    Who has ever known you as deeply?Endlessly, we explored. Sharinghearts, minds, sexuality.We talked, we laughed, we dreamed together.Forever linked, heart to heart, we said.All so intense… and now, discarded.Oh my Master, how badly youfailed us both when you released me!  

12/12/2011 3:30:44 PM: His hands Oh, how I delight in the thought of being the best I can be in service to Another ….. I  seek my “One who makes my heart beat faster and makes me yern for His touch” He is whom I choose to give my servitude to..… The honour of serving, pleasing and obeying fully is my desire and delight that shines …  On my knees I am my best … His strength towering over me making me feel my place …. Whether feeling the soft touch of His loving hand, or His harshness when being disciplined or  administering the pain or pleasure He gives …    A Master’s hands will  be the most sacred to me … for His hands love me, Hold me, teach me, bind me, and protect me … In His hands I am free sealed with a collar and a kiss!     -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wrote this many years ago for One I loved that I could not be with and  He with me. Things happen for a reason. Not sure what that reason is or was. It is what it is. I do feel this poem speaks loudly and wish to share.     Not Owned How can I tell You how I feel; when I look to You; but I am not owned? At Your mercy as I wait quietly with patients, and adore You; but I am not owned? My body, heart and soul sink deeply into full submission, as my hunger grows and my body opens as it aches, and I sink to my knees waiting for You to command me, but I am not owned? How can I show You what it means to be allowed to worship Your body and cock; Making it the center of my universe, longing for Your touch, when I am not owned? How can I tell You I can’t get enough of Your pain and Your pleasure You bestow on me when I am not owned? How can I tell You how I need to be wrapped in your presence, knwoing You are near, when I am not owned? Master, in Your strength  and guidence I can do and be Your everything, if only I was owned!  

12/3/2011 7:30:29 PM: 'He is Master she is slave. His to have, His to hold, His to hurt to pleasure to mold. His to comand and her to Obey and love Him every single day. His to guide and punish when she has done wrong.  His to love through the good and bad, the happy or sad. His to make cry. Her tears He will eventually dry. His woman that is slave to just Him. All of her He owns. She took a vow that collars her neck and heart, Bound to Him from the very start. In the end she will say, 'Yes Master, Thank You, I obey!' In that He protects her and keeps her safe.... He is Master she is slave!

12/1/2011 5:39:25 PM: Words I wrote that come from my heart and soul and how I believe what this lifestyle stand for. Words that I would express to the One that would have me, love me, take me, use me, and protect me.       My Girlfriend Used these words to express herself to her Master after He placed His collar and locked it in place Last Sat. Night.  Now that I shared them with her I'd like to share them with Aall.    'In plain there is pleasure...  In sadness there is Joy....  In tears there is heart that is beautiful...    In harshness there is softness...  In punishment there is guidence....  In hope there is love...  In love there is a slave to surrender all she is and that she was....   To You Master I surrender and give my heart, mind, body and soul You own me in that I am free'   Brie is a very lucky woman and I hope I can that someday as well. For time moves moment by moment. In that time allows possibities to gow ;) Never stop believing!

11/18/2011 4:37:35 PM:        I was asked by another sub/slave this.... 'Why is a sub/slave so relaxed after a session? I know she gets lost in The one she is with and enters what most refere to sub-space. I am wondering if it is also the connection she feels with the Dom she is with?'      I believe that the Dom she is with shows how Powerful He in from the inside out. He becomes Her line of relaxation. He allows her to be at peace for she is serving Him. She she gives Him all she can...Her mind and body. One day if lucky enough she will be able to give Him her heart and soul. Almost in that moment they become On single unit. Ladies I also have to say...for me...when I see my marks, however mild or extreme they be, relax me. Reminds me that for a moment I was His.......         Now if we all could take that and make it a perminate situation with all we desire would be heaven. Please rememeber that it does not happen over night. Nothing wrong in taking the time to get to know Him as He does You. That 1st meeting will speak volumes.....but listen closely...it may speak in a low whisper.            So take Your time. Learn, live, feel. Always trust You heart and gut!   Hope this helps! We were all new or unsure at one time or another :)