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by: Sir Wolfr1 2007 As I am sure many of you know, on the 18th of October 2007, I suffered a loss that still leaves me feeling like an empty shell. My beloved submissive, Passionate Desire passed from this earth, and from my life as well. Pet and I were together for over 10 years...few vanilla relationships could say the same or have been stronger. She made of me a better Dominant, a better man and a better human being. In all the years we were together, she never once lied to me. She may not have told me what I wanted to hear, but she never lied to me. Her loyality, her devotion and her love were beyond question, and I am only now starting to slowly pull myself back together again. The two women sat together in a darkened restaurant Sisters in heart and soul as well. Two women, one vanilla, one not As each tried to explain how it was that she felt "I don't understand my little sis" said the elder of the two You're a strong and independent woman, this is the last thing I would have expected of you To wear a man's ring is one thing, but to wear so proudly that...that thing upon your neck... I'm sorry little sister, but the thought just makes of me a wreck. He abuses you, he beats you, yet you wear your wounds with pride He takes from you your dignity and yet you take it all in stride. You proudly call yourself his property, and you kneel before his feet Little sister, perhaps you cannot see the truth, but to him you are little more than meat. The collared woman smiled a smile that said she had heard these words before She sighed as she remembered how the night before how from beneath his boots she had soared She tried to explain the joys that she had found in this man so different from all the rest And how she knew as she knelt before him, that she was truly blessed. Her sister dismissed her words, not understanding what they meant Her eyes only saw the collar, and the dark shadows it to her did represent. She feared that this man would hurt her sister, and that she would not allow And if he did hurt her she silently swore, she would bring a dreadful price upon his brow. "You don't understand my sister" said the younger of the two The relationship between us is more than more than words can say to you You see debasement because to him I bend a knee But I tell you little sister, in that submission to the man I love, in that I am truly free. For it is in that submission, I know the place I need to be And to find the one worthy of that submission is the dream of every submissive soul who bends a knee. Our submission is not weakness, but it sets us apart from all the rest And to find the One who completes our soul means we can pass the harshest test. Still her sister did dismiss her words, showing her the ring upon her hand "This is the only bond that matters, the one that a man can understand For this binds my husband unto me, and me it binds to him And if my husband were to raise a hand to me, he would likely loose that limb. With a smile her sister said "That is exactly the point I try to make You are bound to him, and he to you in bonds that neither of you dare break But Master and I are bound together by bonds of honor and of love In joy and trust and respect for each other we live as the hand within the glove. For a submissive must trust the one to whom she bends a knee And the man to whom I have no trust shall never place his bonds on me To hear you say it you stay with your man because you and he have no other choice Each chained unto the other, with no way to give your true feelings voice. Her sister started to again dismiss her words when something from the shadows she did spy A man was entering the restaurant, and she saw what she could not deny For upon that man's arm that she had so long loved and had called her own Was a woman who clung to him, and she softly cursed herself and realized she should have known. She leaned back into the shadows as both women watch As they went into a secluded and private room No words were spoken now between the two of them And the silence was like a tomb At last the woman looked back to her sister, her eyes now filled with tears The man she loved, and she had thought loved her had betrayed her, and likely done so for who knew how many years Yet this woman did not give way to tears, she did not scream or cry or holler She looked across the table and said softly and with a quiet dignity "Tell me more about this collar." 
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