Awareness

[goldendawn]

~blue green mists gaze unseeing into the flames, her mind vaguely senses tingles emerging gently throughout her flesh as the shadows and flickers of light tease her senses…restlessly shifting in her kneel, her blood surges through her veins carrying its heat throughout her body, a flush appears lightly from within~

~turning her head away from the pull of the fire her inner struggle begins…defiance... deep and strong flashes through her eyes, hatred and shame course through her body and it responds with a tightening of muscles, a brief flash of pain crosses her features followed by sudden and complete pleasure as her flesh relaxes giving birth to more insistent sensations…a soft moan escapes her rosy lips, her lashes lower as she is pulled toward the flame~

~trembling lightly, soft fingers reaching toward the warmth dancing within the firepit...tentatively… sensually… yearning for deep secrets she has thus far been unable to seek…as though awakening from a dream, her head shakes violently in protest and she whispers “no”…she quickly rises moving back from the lure, visibly shaken, pressing her knees tightly closed, she squeezes her eyes shut, fighting to block out the truth~

~with an anguished cry, tears in her eyes moistening and deepening their depths, she runs back to the flames, her Master of the Moment…hatred for her weakness battling the secret truth carried deep within her…she stares defiantly into their flickering heat…suddenly the flame cracks a log and it explodes before her eyes giving sparks wings…it crackles and whips, the sound reverberating in her mind…she jumps back, terror apparent upon her face before throwing herself to the floor, her palms resting, trembling on either side of her face~

~given no choice, her flesh commanding, she slowly rises, shaking to her knees…eyes lock upon the flames yearning for the knowledge they contain…drinking in every swaying motion of their dance, her arms slowly raise from her heated thighs, fluid and graceful do they sway up her ribs, caressing her shoulders and higher…held by the commands of the flames…over her shining hair, in the air they sway lightly~

~the gentle swaying of her limbs begs entrance to her soul…just as the wood from the trees burn hot within the flames grasp…so too does this girl, lost to the truth, burn hotly with hidden needs and desires…her eyes close and she becomes one with the flames, lost in its embrace…her head gently sways from side to side, her shoulders slowly roll leading down to hips that refuse to remain still…knees slide across the tiles parting wider, yearning for more warmth~

~rolling to her side upon the floor, she draws her knees high to her breasts, hugging herself for a moment, overwhelmed with the sensations of smallness, of complete and total acceptance and love…liquidly she stretches and rolls to her back, her legs swish together, rubbing the burning threatening to consume her…swiftly rising to her feet, radiating her innermost needs previously unknown to her, she dances her body boldly and unashamed before the Master~

~mimicking the sensuality of the flames, her limbs sway high overhead, wrists slowly circling one another, her hips circle and sway bending her body and accentuating her curves, curves that were made for a Masters touch, made for His pleasure…long silky hair whips around her neck and face…a mock veil of modesty, her eyes peek from behind teasing~

~she sways closer to the Flame, eyes clouded with desire…moving so close she can feel it burning heat upon her flesh, flexing and bending her knees she circles her hips downward, lowering herself in Its presence, dancing in truth….moving swiftly back from the flames, she turns and moves around, dancing for the sheer pleasure of it, for herself, obeying the demands of her flesh, her body responding hotly with a flush as her sweetness makes itself known upon her inner thighs~

~desires war within her as thoughts of shame pass briefly through her mind, disbelief at what she has become, echos whisper through her mind…what she has become…of what she has yet…to become…and still she dances the fires within her…terror begins to surface as her mind recalls images of Men, their power is realized down deep in her soul…another log explodes just inches behind her and she whimpers and jumps…fears sweet sheen breaks out across her flesh~

~unable to fight the truth any longer, and not wanting to deny herself these pleasures, these intense longings burning within, she slips to the floor on her back, the cold tiles causing her to shiver, her flesh hot and burning, her nipples tighten and she whimpers…raising her knees slightly, one slightly higher than the other, her palms face open to the sky and her needs burn brightly within…no more hiding, no more secrets…she lays open in truth, surrendering at the feet of the flames, her teacher of awareness, her Master of the Moment~

[goldendawn]

i wrote this one almost 10 years ago when i first began learning about BDSM.


Wandering aimlessly along this path
Her spirit is open to evil’s wrath
She looks around at empty eyes
No hearts, no souls, believing lies.

Her sight moves inward and questions abound
The silence is deafening, her heart pounds
She begins her journey, her secret mission
Into the unknown; the taboo, submission.

Her emotions in turmoil, she feels alone
Yearning to find an elusive home
She stumbles and falls, her will remains strong
This chosen journey; heartbreaking and long.

She chances upon a forbidden place
The loneliness vanishes without a trace
Their words and customs completely foreign
Their warmth and love send her soaring.

Her soul is set free, her spirit sings
She takes pride in all the little things
The path she walks in her heart she knew
For it is the fate of a chosen few.

Respect and honor, this creed surrounds
Her inner submission she finally found
She lowers her eyes, not in shame but pride
For the first time there’s no need to hide.

[TwistedTails]

Lovely Imagery.

[goldendawn]

When i began serving i felt like such a clutz. Maybe i wasn't as bad as this portrays but it is how i felt inside, as if i had no grace at all. So, instead of beating myself up over it, i laughed...and found my grace.

There once was a Master, named Master Joe
He’s not for real, just so you know
The Master though, once had a sub
A clumsy sort, but one he loved

His Subbie had a wonderful heart
But she really wasn’t very smart
She had two left feet and had no balance
Her voice was squeaky and she possessed no talent

She did possess some luscious curves
But tripped and fell on all her serves
Her sisters tried to help her out
But faced with grace, her lips would pout

Master Joe did love her so
And couldn’t bear to tell her no
So she would serve and trip and fall
Any near her, she would maul

Until one day in his loving embrace
She offered to serve and kissed his face
Again he could not tell her no
So he sat back to watch the show

And what a surprise she turned out to be!
She was graceful and sexy for all to see!
Overnight, she had found her grace
Her head held high, she took her place

The patience shown by Master Joe
Allowed his girl to learn and grow
She knew his loving arms awaited
Patience and love – a sub created!