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December 13th, 2003 Comments off

The curve of my back as IPoetryIcon thrust my breasts forward.
The curve of my lips as adoration crosses them
The curve of my knees with my legs tucked under me
My eyes on the floor
My heart in your hands
You touch my face and your fingers trail to the leather round my neck
And finally I receive what I am begging for

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December 12th, 2003 Comments off

Paranoia eating at my soul
Ridiculously making assumptions I could not possibly have reasons for.

A bazillion things to say and only one or two come out.
A thousand apologies
A million I love yous
And still no reprieve

Anger, hurt and sadness dance in your eyes
Leaves in a tornado on a hot summer day.

A piercing paroxysm stabbing into my heart.
A weight of a thousand worlds on my chest crushing my lungs
Leaving me gasping for breath
The crack of a whip as it executes any justification left lingering.
It begins

And now I have been justly, soundly whipped for my transgression
And still the self-flagellation continues
And still I tear myself to shreds
And still I beg for forgiveness
For some way to redeem myself
The worst torture
The most catastrophic punishment
I see it in your eyes
And my world collapses into a zillion minuscule pieces

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A Nosey Slave…

December 8th, 2003 No comments

Remember dear slaves to mind your own business. I learned the hard way.



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::bouncing excitedly::

December 7th, 2003 No comments

I made a snow angel!!!! I made a snow angel!!!!

Picture, if you will, a big black marshmallow with red and black hands and rosy cheeks and bell bottom jeans with flowers embroidered on the bottom. Her feet are shrouded in brown boots and her hair is in a severe braid so that no strands will escape and get in her way.

Among this careful dressing and making up of her body, there is an unexpected childish glow as she wanders a little away from her master to find a clear patch of snow. She stops, looks over her shoulder smiling and then with an evil giggle and a gleam in her eye, she flops down into the snow just as her master looks over His shoulder.

He called me a dork… and I’m still beaming like a child… lol. We went to the park so Master could take pictures of the snow. Then I got scolded for making a snow ball and told if I threw it I’d be in trouble. He had His favorite toy in His hand… His digital camera. There would be hell to pay if anything happened to that. So I threw it at a tree. Too bad there weren’t any kids around.. I would have started a snow ball fight. Course, this day and age, the kids prolly would have pulled out a gun and shot me.

It’s fun to act like a child every now and again. It reminds me that I am, in fact, alive. I couldn’t be happier than when I’m out playing with Master. And to see the amused smile on His face and the little twinkle in His eye when I do something silly and childish that reminds Him that He’s alive, too, even if He’s entirely too serious to do silly, childish things like make a snow angel. :0P


If you wanna see the picture… it’s at under outings.* There’s about a bazillion albums there. Take a peek if you like. Master is a wonderful photographer, even if He’d disagree with me.


*Master has since removed the gallery. I plan to ask Him to either put it back up or give me access to the photos so I can put some of them up here. 
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December 3rd, 2003 Comments off

I am sitting here in absolute shock and blinking my eyes repeatedly praying that this isn’t a dream. I have just happened upon an article that I mostly agree with! The funny thing is, I added the site to my favorites ages ago because I liked their version of the rose ceremony and never got around to reading the rest of the site. And now here I sit enthralled by every article I choose to read.

The article I just finished reading is written by Jack Rinella and is an answer to a question he received from someone else. The question asked is basically what’s with third person speech, capitalizing doms’ names, lower casing submissives’ names, the whole O/our thing online? Why do people use it? Is it Old Guard?

His answer basically says: No, it isn’t Old Guard. No, it isn’t mandatory. And people who use it are following a protocol that has been more recently developed than Old Guard. He refers to this type of speak as slavese. He goes on to talk about how slavese isn’t required and doesn’t make a slave “good” or “bad.” He also says that the slave should act according to his/her owners wishes, and if they’re not owned, according to what they think is right or the type of dom they wish to attract. I like that. Not too many abide by that anymore. Read more…

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The Morning After

December 2nd, 2003 Comments off

It’s an amazing thing, the morning after. And I don’t mean the morning after a scene or even the morning after sex. I mean the morning after I’m punished. The morning after Master decides to take a firmer hand with me. To force me, however resistant, to show what a good girl I can be.

I’m always in such a good mood. I always wake with a smile. There’s always a little extra bounce in my step. I always strive that much harder to make sure everything’s just the way he likes it. I work just a bit harder to make sure he is pleased. And I don’t mean harder than when I was bad. I mean harder than when I was being perfectly good.

There’s a lot of things I never tell Master. A lot of things that are but a fleeting thought. Here one minute, gone the next. And I wonder if it’s true, that a girl’s heart is full of secrets. And I don’t know how it could be. Master knows me better than I know myself. Read more…

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