DemonicMaster's blog: "poems"

I don’t know what to say,
I don’t know how to say it
I wake each morning feeling like I am alone
I know I’m not but, its hard not to feel it

He is out there, waiting
Looking for me
But where is he?
That I don’t know.

All I know is that he is out there….
Out there somewhere,
Waiting, and looking for me
Somewhere….

I can feel his collar around my neck,
I can feel his control of my body
I can feel him and his power
I know I will belong to him

Where are you Master?
Where are you now?
When will I know you?
When?

I can hear your voice,
I can feel your control,
I know you care for me,
I know I will serve you fully

Time does pass
Time passes slowly
Time, time, time….
Why does it take so much time?

When I first saw you I was not sure,
I didn’t know who you where,
I didn’t know you where for me
I didn’t know I was for you
I just didn’t know….

My mind is a blur of memories
Memories that I tried to forget
Memories you need to know about
Memories that I must now face

You are with me
You guide me
You care for me
You are there when I need you

I never new it could be like this,
I never new life could feel so full
I never new things could be this way
I am glade I trusted you to show me

I look at the world around me
Nothing really has changed but me
Yet I feel that things should have change
Because I know that I have changed

I look back at what was,
I look back and see what might have been
I look forward and I see a future
I look forward to more then before

Who knows what tomorrow will bring,
Who knows where I will go
But I do know now, that I have a place
At your side, and in your life.

I can’t be a slave; a very small voice whispered in the dark
But you already are; the voice answered itself in the recesses of her mind.

To be my Master’s slave means I have given Him all of me.
It means I have given Him my heart and I get to watch Him care for it with the utmost care.
It means I have given Him my mind and I get to watch it become more nimble under His tutelage.
It means I have given Him my soul and I get to watch it dance free within the circle of His arms.
It means I have given Him my body and I get to feel it respond to His expert touch.

To be my Master’s slave means I deny Him nothing.
If He asks for something, I get it.
If He demands something, I get it twice as fast.
If He wishes for something, I get it four times as fast.

Am I His servant? Well, I serve His every desire, so yes.
Am I His submissive? Well I submit to His every whim, so yes.
Am I His slave? Well, I am His to do with as He wishes, so yes.

To be my Master’s slave means I get to fly higher than I ever have before.
I get to give more than I ever have before.
I get to receive more than I ever have before.
I get to feel more than I ever have before.

To be my Master’s slave means more to me than most anything ever has before.

A master’s love is like a wedding ring,
Infinite and priceless, making both sing.
A master’s love is a circle of endless love,
A priceless treasure, sent from the Heaven’s above.

Time may change, aging state of grace,
But bound together, never losing pace.
A master’s love never weakens,
It flows like the river, and only deepens.

A Master’s love cleanses the soul,
Healing old wounds as it flows.
A love more precious than anything,
Gold, silver, more precious than things.

A master’s love burns deep and hot,
Burning away the doubts of what we are not.
A master’s love can never die,
For it is never-ending, and that is no lie.

So what is a Master’s love?
Each of us knows it, a gift from above.
A priceless treasure,
That brings endless pleasure.

And what of a slave’s love you ask?
It is shown in praise as she does what He asks.
A deep endless joy, endless craving
Deepening surrender, life worth saving.

And what of Love to each other you ask?
A fire hot and bright, does one have to ask?
It burns hotter than the sun, brighter than the stars
A bond that never ends, long after we go to the stars.

And what of those lost mates where is love?
It is shown always high above.
For it is in each star shining bright,
Brightly shining in eternal light.

So what is love to each of you?
How does it mold and shape each part of you?
Look deep inside the heart when in doubt it is there,
For it always will be, Love is always there.

Your eyes open, you’re standing before a black cloaked
force.

“Remove your clothes” in a voice that not only booms in your
ears but also throbs in your mind and body.

“Yes Master” you utter in a low whisper. Letting your night
gown fall to the floor you step forward looking down at the floor your hands
tightly griping them self’s. Your mind screams in resistance your body does not
fight, it simply obeys regardless of your resistance. You fight to understand
what is happing you resist with all of you might but it is useless your body
obeys undeniably.

“Kneel” the voice demands.

You whimper and struggle not to, your legs shake as you
begin to kneel the tears start streaming down your face out of fear. Your mind
screams in agony as you cannot believe what is happening that this energy this presence
this man controls you in such a way that you would have only believed possible
in your dreams.

You begin to cry as your knees touch the floor. Your mind
again tries to make you stand but nothing your body stay kneeling.

“Now say it!” the voice now becomes like thunder in your
mind and body which reverberates threw your mind and body physically.

To your utter amazement you start speaking with now memory
where you have heard this or where it comes from.

“This slave is yours Master to take” “She kneels before you
Master as your humble servant” “This slave is not bound by any chains or
collars”

The voice speaks softly which makes what it says even more memorable
and powerful

“The most beautiful enslavement, though unshackled
physically she wears Masters shackles every minute of her life in her mind”

With that said your eyes open from your rest. Your heart
races your mind aflutter, your breathing is fast.

You realize you just had a dream and it was all your
imagination.

To your horror you see droplets of blood on your pillow and
rush to the mirror looking your face and neck over carefully and only find a
smear of blood on your neck no wounds no holes just like someone licked your
neck. Or something, now your remember like throbbing thunder. “The most
beautiful enslavement, though unshackled physically she wears Masters shackles
every minute of her life in her mind” your body quivers in excitement.

You kneel before me

Scared and unsure of why or the reason

You have traveled so far and so long

Feeling a powerful urge, an incredible need

You struggled and survived

Now kneeling, your task complete

I stand before you

My robes of black and covered in mystical words

My eyes bore deep to your soul

You look down and stare at the ground.

For you see in my eyes a most ancient and powerful knowledge

With a wave of my hand, you feel the powerful energy’s surge
threw you

You’re healed from the scares of your journeys

“You have passed my tests” I speak in a deeply powerful
voice that ring in your ears as well as your body

You hear “girl” and look up timidly to see my hand extended

The instant you hand touches mine all your experiences
become mine

All of your pain, all of your loss, all of your happiness

It is in that moment, that powerful binding moment

How truly lonely and sad I am

“girl come with me “my voice speaks

“yes Master “