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Girl, slut, cunt, whore He desires these qualities and wants no more Than to use these humans for His twisted ways Then toss them aside; cast them astray There’s One that won’t go; stays by His side She is His loyal and longing Bride All she desires to be is the One that He needs She must be chosen by Him, for her to succeed But His yearning for others clouds what He sees He misses completely her down on her knees As He seeks His fix to His destructive addiction He’s losing her heart with His lack of conviction To stay true to His word and not break His vow The needle is in; she’s crying now The rush is intense; the feeling of power is near He tells her to stop; don’t shed more tears They mean nothing to Him; it’s control he seeks Yet it’s control He lacks and makes him weak Yet she loves Him still and will continue to try To be all that He needs and not to cry When all seems lost and she’s pushed to the side She will remain His loyal Bride ~October 30, 2006~

My World has been crushed; it’s been destroyed All has been lost, there is no hope I’ve been replaced by one who is weak By one unable or unwilling to cope I’m told I’m loved, but she needs help I’m told to wait, be patient and trust One day there will be time for you But right now I must fulfill my lust For the illusion of power For the feel of control And the rush of the high I can’t let go Addiction is a deadly beast It takes over one’s head and freezes one’s heart Consumes each victim from the inside out Slashes at loved ones; tears families apart It can be defeated; it can be stopped You will need to fight; you will need to be strong Accept you need help Admit you’ve been wrong It will not be easy; not even close Temptation will hit you each day with force I will stay by your side ‘til the end of the war I will push you each day to stay the course If one day you decide it’s too much Push me aside and ask me to leave My heart will break but I will walk away Accept that I’ve lost and silently grieve For while I want for this cycle to end I know the choice must come from within I’m merely among the rank and file The battle is one YOU must ultimately win ~October 29, 2007

He said to her: “I don’t care what you think I don’t care how you feel I’ll do what I want I’m not willing to deal Sure, I love our life But I want this too You can take it or leave it It’s up to you I am who I am I live as I please I make no excuse Now get down on your knees NO, you say You won’t do as I ask Well, whatever, I’ll get another for that task I’m not hurting you I’m just taking what’s mine And if you don’t like that Well, I guess that’s fine After all it’s your choice To stay or to go All you need to do is Say “Yes, Sir”; not no So My way or yours What will it be Just make up your mind And do it quickly Your time has run out I’ve got things to do I’m tired of waiting This is not about you It’s simply about Me having it all I’d like you there But if you’re not that’s your call Here are the choices you have There’s no middle ground Stay and accept all that I do If you can’t do that then don’t hang around And remember above all else I do love you But my needs come first Sorry that hurts, but it’s true.” ~November 2, 2007

Lost and Alone I feel sad and alone Confused and scared With no place to turn Unable to run Whoever said Growing up was fun I’m not 22, 23 or 24 I have self respect And I’m not a whore I’m smart and witty Employed and pretty Loyal, caring, kind and sincere So what’s wrong here? I would think this would be What every man wants Someone like me Not dirty little cunts But not this man, He wants it all Me by his side for moments that count Then push me away, and fill my place With one who is full of shame and disgrace How can it be that he would desire us both Kiss me softly and touch me dear Then call up the slut and ask Bitch, why aren’t you here? His desires he says must be met But that doesn’t mean he loves me less Just give it time and one day you will see You are the only one meant for me I can’t help but feel unwanted and lost And time, it seems, will keep marching on And one day instead of seeing I’m his I’ll be all alone and just reminisce About how once I thought I was his world And now, sadly, I’m not even his girl ~February 8, 2007

My Place Sometimes I feel I have no place I don’t belong; I’m just a face There are things I’ve been taught And feelings I’ve fought How those two Worlds collide The one we all live in; and the one some hide This battle, I know, comes from within And it is one I am determined to win What’s the best choice for one and for all Do I follow what’s “right” Or let my feelings make the call? Is it a choice between wrong and right? Is it something I need to fight? I am a good person just living my life As a daughter, a sister, a mother, a wife I want those I love to like who I am I want to belong, please take my hand Show me you see more than my face Tell me you love me, and I will find my place ~September 10, 2007

A Gift They mean nothing you say But yet you schedule your day To see them and please them And make them feel wanted You desire and need them I feel forgotten It matters not that your motives aren’t sweet It makes no difference they are simply a treat To be toyed with and played with turns them on To be used as a tool for your carnal needs Means the world to these girls Fulfilling your fantasies with their dirty deeds It’s what they live for; it’s what they crave To break all the rules and misbehave What’s meaningless to you Becomes a gift in disguise This gift is the part I truly despise So when I complain as to why it’s not me Please take a moment and try to see That while they may not Have meaning to you The meaning you give them Becomes real and true I’m the one who had pledged my heart But I’m the one who’s world fell apart When the truth was revealed After all these years Which is why I’m constantly Still shedding tears At times I feel life is so unfair I shouldn’t be expected to have to share This gift with these tramps Or my place with these whores I shouldn’t wonder What’s behind closed doors Yet, here I am, feeling the lowest of all And that my importance to you continues to fall ~September 21, 2007

Time If tomorrow came And I wasn’t here Would you even notice Or shed a tear Would you mourn at all Or would you finally feel free Released from the chains Of your commitment to me Would you cry and regret All the pain that you caused Or would you simply move on Without merely a pause Would you wonder at all About the time that you spent Pursuing those whores Rather than being content Would you begin to wish There was not a reason to lie Or that you had not ever Made me cry Would you stop and wonder Why you waited so long To stop hurting me For now I am gone Time heals all wounds Or at least you say But what if times runs out Before that day ~October 1, 2007

I would just like to thank everyone for all of the wonderful birthday wishes!!! Obviously I haven't been out here in a while. As most of you know, my Husband and I share this account and He had originally used His birthday. I had no idea He put mine out there!!!! Thanks again for all of the kind words and wishes.

This may not be a blog but more of a rant. This is from Him… I’m making a quick rule, if the color is blue on the text in a blog it’s from Him. If the color is pink it’s from Her. That seems simple enough. What is the deal with people down on D/s. If W/we are happy and W/we enjoy our life, butt out! I get many people telling Me I have no right to live like I do. People think I abuse My wife. People think I am some freak/odd-ball (ok maybe I’m one of those) who shouldn’t draw breath with those who don’t enjoy or support D/s. I suppose it is like everything else. Coke/Pepsi, Ford/Chevy, or pink/brown.. (lol) everyone has tastes and opinions…. I’m much the same way, except unless your opinion or taste is directly infringing on My taste or personal space, do what you want. When no one is getting hurt, (unless they want to be hurt) and no one is in bad space, and everyone has made a safe, sane, consensual choice its all in the name of pleasure and fun. Trust Me, if Our slut didn’t enjoy being tied up and @ss fucked… she wouldn’t allow it to happen. I personally think many of the haters are just jealous. -peace.