rainbogrl4u
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I am not sure if this thread is still viable and am unsure if I am doing as is needed to post this here. Please feel free to kindly guide me if you don't mind. Thank you for allowing me to share something precious to me.
A Master and His Ladyslave
She has learned his ways…
His body language tells her what he is feeling
His eyes-she reads them without seeming to stare,
Rather she appears to be demure in her actions
But she has come to understand her Man, her Master
He wakes in the morning,
His hand on her thigh,
Reminding her that He is there,
Not only for her,
but With her as she has become-
A part of him.
It is Not that he stands alone,
For she is Always there.
Her hand gently touches his thigh,
Or maybe her fingers slide within his back pocket
Perhaps she stands close to him but slightly behind him
Or maybe she sits quietly between his legs,
Appearing invisible as she suckles him with her mouth
She is there as an extension of him,
Accentuating every moment for him that she can,
Improving his day and his night,
His work and his play
Filling those empty places within his soul
which yearn to be filled.
It is her duty to care for him,
To shave him,
Bathe him,
To help him dress,
And everything in between that he deems so.
She has committed to obey him,
Deep within her soul,
As she Needs to serve him,
And the need to Give herself To him,
Exasperates her... It is a thirst that has never been satiated
Her gift of herself encompasses
All that she was, is, and will be tomorrow
All-Has been given to him,
For he has a design in his Heart,
That fits Him and who he is.
And that is what she shall become,
For No one else,
Save the One who made her His.
He is…
The One who holds the key to freeing her soul.
The One who can take her beyond the wilderness
To the paradise where she is complete and whole.
Along the journey she has learned to honor him with adoration
Appreciating him, the man he is, good and bad,
Accepting him as He Is-
While allowing him to be Himself with her,
For it is not her place to change him,
Rather He will change her to become a part of Him.
And her place will be Within him.
At times she will get a twinkle in her eye,
Finding joy in how He does a small thing.
Her sensing His motives behind the action
And her appreciating the feelings He has.
And in time these small pleasures of a moment
Become adoration within her Heart.
His Lady, she honors him by being an exemplary part of him,
By showing all that she is entirely devoted to Him
She carries herself with a sense of pride,
That she Belongs to him.
Something that she has wanted for a long time…
To simply belong to One who is worthy.
If he sneezes, she is there with a tissue,
If he wishes to talk, she is there to listen,
If he wants to play, she is his to play with
If he wants to work, she will do what he expects of her.
That is her duty, to be all for him that she is capable.
For she is… His true girlslave.
Love, how does it start?
He speaks of a different kind of Love,
One that she has not experienced yet.
How does one love the Master she has never had until now?
Is it when she truly comes to appreciate the man he is in spirit and heart?
Or when she has depleted her soul of all but him?
The feel of him against her, the smell of him in her nostrils,
The taste of him in her mouth, all cause her to feel integrated within him.
She can no longer imagine her life without him lingering upon her in some manner.
His Lady loves easily, for she needs to love, wants to love, and to be loved.
And within her place with Him,
Her Heart can be only open to One,
Him.
A Master and His Ladyslave
She has learned his ways…
His body language tells her what he is feeling
His eyes-she reads them without seeming to stare,
Rather she appears to be demure in her actions
But she has come to understand her Man, her Master
He wakes in the morning,
His hand on her thigh,
Reminding her that He is there,
Not only for her,
but With her as she has become-
A part of him.
It is Not that he stands alone,
For she is Always there.
Her hand gently touches his thigh,
Or maybe her fingers slide within his back pocket
Perhaps she stands close to him but slightly behind him
Or maybe she sits quietly between his legs,
Appearing invisible as she suckles him with her mouth
She is there as an extension of him,
Accentuating every moment for him that she can,
Improving his day and his night,
His work and his play
Filling those empty places within his soul
which yearn to be filled.
It is her duty to care for him,
To shave him,
Bathe him,
To help him dress,
And everything in between that he deems so.
She has committed to obey him,
Deep within her soul,
As she Needs to serve him,
And the need to Give herself To him,
Exasperates her... It is a thirst that has never been satiated
Her gift of herself encompasses
All that she was, is, and will be tomorrow
All-Has been given to him,
For he has a design in his Heart,
That fits Him and who he is.
And that is what she shall become,
For No one else,
Save the One who made her His.
He is…
The One who holds the key to freeing her soul.
The One who can take her beyond the wilderness
To the paradise where she is complete and whole.
Along the journey she has learned to honor him with adoration
Appreciating him, the man he is, good and bad,
Accepting him as He Is-
While allowing him to be Himself with her,
For it is not her place to change him,
Rather He will change her to become a part of Him.
And her place will be Within him.
At times she will get a twinkle in her eye,
Finding joy in how He does a small thing.
Her sensing His motives behind the action
And her appreciating the feelings He has.
And in time these small pleasures of a moment
Become adoration within her Heart.
His Lady, she honors him by being an exemplary part of him,
By showing all that she is entirely devoted to Him
She carries herself with a sense of pride,
That she Belongs to him.
Something that she has wanted for a long time…
To simply belong to One who is worthy.
If he sneezes, she is there with a tissue,
If he wishes to talk, she is there to listen,
If he wants to play, she is his to play with
If he wants to work, she will do what he expects of her.
That is her duty, to be all for him that she is capable.
For she is… His true girlslave.
Love, how does it start?
He speaks of a different kind of Love,
One that she has not experienced yet.
How does one love the Master she has never had until now?
Is it when she truly comes to appreciate the man he is in spirit and heart?
Or when she has depleted her soul of all but him?
The feel of him against her, the smell of him in her nostrils,
The taste of him in her mouth, all cause her to feel integrated within him.
She can no longer imagine her life without him lingering upon her in some manner.
His Lady loves easily, for she needs to love, wants to love, and to be loved.
And within her place with Him,
Her Heart can be only open to One,
Him.
