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Thoughts..of a submissive

she smiles..thoughts drift through her mind, fleeting...here now..then somehow they are gone.. It is Him..like a thief in the night..He steals into her dreams and she feels Him, smells Him.. It is He, who controls her every thought, every step she takes, she is sure He is there, yet knows it cannot be possible. Around every corner, in every crowd, she senses His presence..could this be real? she smiles again and knows...yes...there are things unseen that are as tangible as those touched.. Her thoughts are her own, but somehow formed by His needs; His desires and it pleases her. She tries to put Him out of her mind, out of her heart, out of her soul..and He is steadfast and unmoving; He has come and He is the One that she has searched for her whole life..It is He..who saw her for who and what she was and is, it is He..who sensed her waiting and it drew Him until He found her and now, she will be His. Like the girl standing on the edge of the abyss..gown clinging to her body in the mist..listening to the sound in the distance...a howl...a long...sorrowful howl..that begins to change as it nears..she feels whatever It is, that has come for her..It, He..will not harm her but will move and mold her into the very thing that she has clung to in her deepest, darkest feelings; the place she allows no one, until now! The steel collar welded around her neck, tells her that she is His; there is no need to run or hide anymore, for it is He, who truly owns her. The wrist and anklets she wears, are that of such beauty, that no golden band could match them, because it is the feeling it instills in her, that makes her know...she is HOME. She is safe in His care, there are no places in her soul or mind that He does not inhabit and yet, she is free, freer than she has ever felt in her life. To kneel at His feet in adoration, to follow Him knowing the path He takes is the right one, to serve, adore and respect are the keys to her freedom...oh...how wonderful!
TIME AFTER TIME........ she drifts...feeling like she is light as a feather..sounds, feelings... then she awakes... her soft bare feet touch cold stone and she rises, her white thin nightgown clinging to her body..she moves thoughtlessly, yet somehow purposely out into the wide expanse of the cold dark hallway, her hair falls into her face and she brushes it back and continues on, feet padding along, hands feeling out in the dark, she knows where she is, yet it seems so strange. What seems like hours, she knows has to be only minutes as she passes one doorway after another, not knowing what it is she is seeking, yet knowing she has to move on in this familiar darkness...then, she stops, her heart racing, she feels as if she is fixed in this spot..her hands reach out and feel a door and she can then move..slowly, closer and closer..until her cheek is pressed to the door...she listens..what is it that she hears, is she really hearing it? yes, she must be..or is it that her soul hears it, oh..she is so confused..yet drawn helplessly to push the door open.... A voice, one she is not quite sure she has heard before, speaks out to her..."Come here, girl..."..she feels her heart flutter..and moves into the room...again, darkness..she tries to make her eyes focus and make out shapes in the room..."Who is there?" she whispers...to which only comes back a laugh..and she falls to her knees... Afraid to move, yet compelled to..she crawls..feeling with her hands as she goes...she hears His breathing..and is filled with an excitement she isn't quite sure of..and she continues crawling towards His breathing..her hands meet something solid and she stops..and instinctively knows to bow her head to the floor and wait... The next feeling she has is that of a pair of strong hands lifting her..to her knees..tenderly yet firmly pulling her head onto His knee..His hand stroking her hair..His breathing steady..for minutes, she doesn't dare move, just realizes that, He, is the one she has been searching for her whole life and she wonders... Then, something brings her out of her dream...she bolts upright in her bed and shivers, and thinks, "Oh, my God, i thought i had already awoken from my dreams.." She reaches and turns on the little bedside lamp she uses for reading..shakes her head to try to clear the fog..a dream within a dream? She then laughs at herself, turns and gently swings her feet to the floor and her soft bare feet touch cold stone............. Tags: | Edit Tags Friday February 16, 2007 - 09:47pm (EST) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments Entry for February 15, 2007

friends and frustrations

Frustration..ok..tonight and for months, its been because I have a new computer sitting right beside this old piece of crap, and where I live, we do not have access to anything other than stone age dial up..so my new computer is too fast for the connection, I am working on this and will reciprocate to all those who have been so kind since I joined here! I am so mad I could spit, but...my mamma taught me it was unladylike to spit..*winks* and since I have no inner monologue, my mind wanders to the spitting versus swallowing debate on that one! lolol..ok..spitting..there's one more thing..did you realize cats arent clean? They are just covered in cat spit! ok..yeah, I know..that's enough Lucy! Hugs to all those who have visited and been so kind on their ratings and comments. I love Desired Evil! He brought me here!
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