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Power doesn’t have to be primal…

power Doesn’t have to be primal to be effective.  It can be soft, sensual, and insidious to overwhelm one, just as totally invading one’s spirit can have the same results.  Fill the room with candles, soft Music, and inescapable scents of vanilla as you seduce my senses and bound me helplessly, caressing my body as you kiss me and prepare to slide your strap on into me….hearing my moans as you slowly take my body, mind, and spirit as your own…

I had the honor of hearing my Queen’s beautiful voice this weekend.  It rocked my world to equate sound, feeling, and emotion to the woman that rules me so completely.  It instantly made me so addicted in a way I couldn’t put into words.  It made me so instantly addicted that I practically begged to hear it again the next night.  My disappointment was so profound when it didn’t happen.  I can only hope Mistress wasn’t TOO upset by my disappointment and we’ll speak again soon…

You don’t have to be into whips and chains to believe in BDSM and let it guide your beliefs.  Being a part of this lifestyle is about love, faith, and trust.  Three things that are an absolute MUST between a dominant and submissive.  Three principles that should be shared by both involved in the beautiful gift of the power that is exchanged.  The desire of a dominant to make one a better version of themselves and the willingness of a submissive to give themselves is a beautiful thing.

I believe there are those of us meant to teach and those of us meant to be taught in life.

I’ve recently begun learning lessons of the mind that I didn’t realize I needed.  Lessons that taught me how little control I have and how many things in life that I don’t ‘see’ and contributes to how I behave and whom I behave for.

To know what we can truly be capable of we must open ourselves to the unconventional and unusual qualities of life that others may introduce you to.  Open yourself to events like these and be surprised by what you can learn…

I write this in regards to this last weekend.  As I get to know this Goddess I mentioned in my previous entry, I understand she stays very busy.  That having been said, there wasn’t much opportunity to talk.  Aside from my own work and household chores, this made for a long weekend, alone with thoughts of her.  I confess this in the spirit of transparency because I am well aware that I am here for Her benefit and convenience, not the other way around.

I’ve had these thoughts about a woman that has taken a very important place in my life.  A woman of true strength, grace, and power. A woman who I highly respect.  A woman with, to most vanilla individuals, has desires that most would find unusual.  The more I think of those fantasies she has, however, the more aroused I become.  The idea of giving oneself for her pleasure or the one of few she considers privileged enough to love her, let alone marry her.  To find myself in the presence of both that would be my superiors.  To find myself being guided to my knees to show her man what it means to worship in her name. To show that what, or who, is important to her shall be shown the proper respect by one who serves her, one that shall serve both of them…