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Quote: My only salvation is the other half of my soul that i sense is out there ever elusive to me....
The Coven of Lux Aeterna
She has fire and spirit and is all things that are feminine and beautiful.
She embraces natural order as the rightful state of being, beneath the hand of man, a woman under Master’s hand.
She is property that is cherished and cared for. she is open and unrestrained in all things as it pleases Master. she is not shy or bashful unless allowed to be so. There is no emotion or thought, or piece of her soul that she should ever be so bold as to believe she may withhold from Him. Every breath she inhales are those of submission and surrender. she is by her nature, when mastered, compliant and yielding, a pleasing creature to own.
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Hello all,
Please do allow me to thank you, who ever you might be, for stopping by to read my devilishly yummy of a story for the dark at heart and erotically minded. Now my precious dearys that you do have a dark side to you all and one that is constantly hidden from public, the side of you that craves the night and the yearning to set it free. So before you read any more of my delightfully yummy story of how i came to be, please......turn off your lights, dress in what ever your heart's desire, and pour yourself a lovely glass of red wine, preferably very red and sit back and enjoy my tale you are about to embark on. If perhaps you hear a slight tapping at your door or window, do not worry it is only a late night guest stopping by for a late night bite.
The Long Await
The night shades blossoms bloom in the nights shadows of my dreams as the fingers of the foggy dew slowly creep through the memories of my passions and enticings. The beds of stone and the rustle of the breeze blow ever so slightly as i sit with my wine and the lonely warmth of my fire place. The witnesses of the shadows watching in their lonely cold tombs of the damned laughingly watching with ease and delight being the only ones privy to what is to become of the night. The raven’s laughter fills my chamber as they too sit and mock of my being and wanting.
The memories of my Master’s last nights visit still is marked upon my neck in ravaged pin-pricked marks of four. My neck wrapped in scarlet throbs with pleasure as i gaze into the fire's warmth trying to warm what is empty in my soul. i sit drained and uncaring the shell of my being which is nothing more then a puppet which He has created for His pleasure and His whims. Out of the corner of my mind He is still there still beckoning His wanting and His willing for my wanting to serve Him. His smile ever so sharp as His blood red lips part in acceptance of my being. The slow thirst slowly creeps into me calling me forth to Him as the room fills with Him through the chilled night breeze.
The scent of musk fills my essence as He slowly beckons to me. His voice ever so deep upon the nights air as His icy fingers creep upon me stirring me, beckoning me, as i slowly finish my wine in a daze, the last drops draining down my parched throat i stare into the fire, lost in the tongues of the flames licking and teasing the hearth. Each flame entwining onto the other like two lovers lost in the pleasures of lust teasing caressing each other calling for my wants and cares to fade away in His whispered tones of the crackles of the woods as my pleasure calls for His fingers slowly come into view out of the chilled fog that has filled my room. His slow loving caress is all that my being craves, forgetting all the wants of what and who i am and what i care for.
The haunting touch of His tongue flicks upon my neck as the wrap slowly falls from me with His gentle touch and my throbbing pleasure strains for Him through my being. Shockingly i reach for my wine bottle once again craving the mixture that will ease my mind and my being and as the magical elixir fills me with ease, numbing my eyes as the thirst of pleasure fills me and takes my mind to a place of pleasure. The sound of breaking crystal echoes through my prison of lust as it falls from my hand and in a million tiny shards cast the reflection on the orange and yellow filled room. my eyes cast down wards in the form of submission and obedience His firm fingers slowly uncover my naked flesh for Him to feast upon and for His lust filled tongue to roam seeking His pleasure and my essence to fill Him with the warmth He so demands.
The nights music fills my mind as He gently roams His hands over me tracing His hands turning them from the cold of the night to the warmth of passion as my fires slowly stir deep and moist. His presence fills my eyes as He shows Himself to me. His smile approving as i am His, His toy, His plaything to ease into His firm soft lips as He teases me with a reward of my servitude. His hands allowing mine to trace His lips as His moans of pleasure slowly fill my ears and my mind.
Taking away the sharp taunts and teases of past hurts and pains of past lovers that haunt me still in the dead of the night the pain filled lashes of uncaring and un-wanting pleasures are filled with His caressing wants and strokes as my mind fills with pleasures that belong to Him and Him alone to have my being cleansed of the scars of pain and taunts and to be filled with His pleasure. To be His is all that i crave to be, no more pains of past lovers to fill me with dread in the night, and to take the pain of hurt of my past. The feel of His steel collar wraps around my neck as the silver mark, making me His for all of eternity shines in the firelight and the rustle of His cloak falling to the floor as i am rewarded with His being as He sheds Himself for me.
i am lost in my lustful wants as i am eased with care out of my chair and guided by His being, as He guides me to my wanton prison of velvet and silken tapestries, reds and blacks of fabric shining in the fire light, easily shedding my inhibitions, the remaining shell of clothing being slowly taken off as i am slowly guided to the softness and the binding of His leather and silk ties that will hold me to Him for the night and day as i slowly crawl to Him. Guided by my leash, i kneel at His feet and proclaim my servitude to Him and the smiles of the audience of the shadows as He asks,
"Pet do you give yourself to Me?"
i cast my eyes downwards and kneel in a grateful and graceful bow at His feet as i proclaim in my naked being.
"My Master, i enter to You on my own free will. i pleadingly ask for Your permission to be Yours. i place myself into Your care and hands of servitude willingly and of my own free will.”
As His kiss of acceptance sends shivers down my spine, my being softening becoming moist with desires for His pleasure, i feel the remains of remembrance drained, all the pain and hurt to be gone forever as the slow seductive sounds of His kiss fills the echoing chamber. i slowly feel my life being drained forever, to be remade into His likeness. To be gone and never returned, the pleasure filling my mind and the euphoria filling the air as His musky scent fills my nose with a delightful pleasure. i never more will feel the hurt of lover's laughter at me, the taunting to be gone forever. His caresses will forever be what i feel as the caress of His lash delightfully upon my back and His arms encircling me…His loving hands trail down my being as He traces me with His soft caresses. Taking me to whole being as His pet, His lover, i finally find the peace that has always haunted me and teased me as the echoes of my being slowly fade away like some slow forgotten song. i finally can cry as the tears run down.
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet...
What matters is what something is, not what it is called.
From Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, 1594
JULIET:
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
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