~Musings, to my
love.~
I spoke with my pet today about things that hurt. She, like
all of us, have things that happen in our lives that cause pain. I
listened, tried to ease her pain, to give her a safe haven, here with me,
to let it flow, let it go. It made me think. Of people I know and have
met, in both cyber and r/t. Of those who dabble in this life, not once
knowing the harm and damage they do. Now, I know that for some, it is a
physical thing, a sexual pleasure. And, to be sure, this is a large part
of the life. To those who are happy with merely scening, so be it.
I enjoy it myself, within the constraints of not harming someone who
may not be sure of where they are going. My concern, for those I see
centers on those who play at it. Taking people's feelings, using them,
casting off in search of new adventures.
To them I wish I could
explain. The pain, the suffering that a submissive will feel, being used.
Not "used" in the physical sense. But used in that they give more. It is a
Masters obligation, his duty, to make sure whomever He touches is in a
place they are comfortable with. Again, I'm sure many will disagree with
this, but, so many I see don't even attempt to see the beauty, the love,
the sheer joy that can come from a loving, caring, D/s relationship. For
myself, while at certain times, simple physical scenes are a pleasure, the
only true happiness in this life is that which comes from seeing the
strength and love that pours from the heart of one who has given
themselves to You. Not the body, but most importantly, the heart and soul.
I pity the ones who have never, and may never experience the joy
that springs forth from the simplest gesture done with the pure, true
heart that beat within the core of a true slave.
I can hear the chuckles already, what emotional drivel, from one who
claims the title Master. Laugh at this if you will. Those who live where
I live, who have what I have, they know. They know the pride and joy
of someone giving what they thought they never could, simply because
they trust You. They understand that it is more than just ordering a
person around. The gift that shows in a slave's eyes as they allow you
to take them somewhere they believe they can't go, because in Your actions,
in Your words, in Your eyes, they see that they are safe. That you will
allow no harm to come to them, physically, emotionally. That you will
protect them, from others, from themselves, and even from Yourself.
They know that being a Master doesn't mean not being soft, if needed.
A warm safe embrace in a time of distress doesn't mean weakness. It
shows love. And without such love how can You expect another to give
themselves, to trust, to allow their souls to be bared...to expose themselves
to their core, knowing that they are safe in doing so?
I remember the first time I had to punish her.
Punishment for a mistake, not just for the sake of doing it. I saw how her
heart was breaking over having failed me. It brought tears to my eyes that
I must do this. But, it was my promise to teach, instruct, guide her to
the place she wishes to find within herself. I didn't feel weak for having
cried with her. I felt her pain, the deep hurt for having displeased me. I
was crushed at her anguish, yet happy knowing that this is what she came
to me for, that I was helping her. We both knew it would come, tis the
nature of the life, and people in general, none are perfect. Yet, we
shared that moment, that sadness, that hurt. And, of course, each time
such things are needed, we hurt together through them, for it is My
failings as well as hers, My pain as well as hers, My joy at another mile
on the journey, as well as hers.
Does this make me weak, I know
not, I know where I live, where I am. Who I am, who she is, who We are
demands that I too, must allow myself to feel, to hurt, to show Myself to
her, all of Me. The strength and the weaknesses, the pride and the shame,
my success and my failure. She is my conscience, my haven, my friend, my
lover, and yes My slave. Not in spite of all this, but because of it.
Those that concern me don't understand the basic principal behind
a power exchange, though it would seem self explanatory. My slave empowers
me. I take this power, given from her heart, and direct it back to her.
Being taken, owned, kept, these things make her grow, make her stronger.
As she grows, she trusts and allows more of herself to flow to me, making
me stronger. And so the cycle continues, endless, an unbroken circle of
faith, trust, love and power.
A simple verse, I think, that tells
of this lifestyle and of any truly caring relationship:
"We help to
make each other all that we can be Though we can find our strength and
inspiration independently The way we work together is what sets this love
apart So closely that we can't tell where I end and where you
start"
~Lord
Rom~
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