tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84795292024-03-13T16:41:28.896+00:00ɱɐʂʈəɾʂ Ƀўʈɔɦ-aɓʂȯɭȕțȇ ʂʊɓɱɨʂʂȭȵA view of the Master and slave relationship as seen through the eyes of a consensual slave. Containing a light hearted view as well as some of my musings, thoughts i have about various aspects of the lifestyle i choose to live.His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.comBlogger392125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-16232752354459897332016-06-27T14:30:00.000+00:002016-06-27T15:40:36.778+00:00Time Flies<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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I’ve been looking at this blog a few times of late and it
occurred to me that maybe i should post on it.<br />
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Things have changed considerable
for me these last few years and i am really not sure where i am within my own
lifestyle. In 2013.We Mo and i move home and He became almost overnight my official
carer, since then I’ve become a grandmother 3 times <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and many things have change as to how we live but
am i still slave I’m not rightly sure to be honest. If i take the time to think
about it I’d say I’d wish to be but i’m really not sure how that would work in today’s
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It cannot i think be as it was, we are all different, i really must
speak to Mo about it i think and maybe decide how we might move forward or sideways
or if we even want to . i really am not sure where my life might be heading
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People change; things change, time changes, priorities change, but
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<span id="fullpost"></span>His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-40570002563477190612014-11-20T12:05:00.001+00:002016-03-23T12:33:44.467+00:00Life goes on....<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ydr3CLVa2Jk/VG3Wr7CClsI/AAAAAAAADQo/vnmwqayGfYU/s1600/life_goes_on_by_emilysherbert-d4sum27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ydr3CLVa2Jk/VG3Wr7CClsI/AAAAAAAADQo/vnmwqayGfYU/s1600/life_goes_on_by_emilysherbert-d4sum27.jpg" width="320" /></a>It is always important to know when something has reached its end. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, it doesn't matter what we call it; what matters is to leave in the past those moments in life that are over. Study the past if you would define your future and so life goes on and so does my submission albeit to a different beat.<br />
The only thing a person can ever really do is keep moving forward. Take that big leap forward without hesitation, without to much looking back. Simply forge toward the future. There is no forgetting but change has to come for life to continue it's relentless forward beating.<br />
There was a smile dancing on my lips, although it was a wary smile, for the world is a bigger place than a little graveyard on a hill; and there will be dangers in it and mysteries, new friends to make, old friends to rediscover, mistakes to be made and many paths to be walked before i will , finally, return to the graveyard or ride with the Goddess on the broad back of her great grey stallion.His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-75312003714331820542013-03-10T21:56:00.002+00:002014-11-17T19:38:01.479+00:00Path of life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As you walk down life's paths you will learn,<br />
You'll reach sign posts, choosing which way to turn.<br />
Some of the ways that you turn will be wrong,<br />
<these all="" are="" hard="" hill="" journeys="" long.="" seem="" so="" span="" up="">This is not a journey to be taken lightly or just because you are curious.</these><br />
<these all="" are="" hard="" hill="" journeys="" long.="" seem="" so="" span="" up=""> Its is a way of life that has been handed down over centuries . </these><br />
<these all="" are="" hard="" hill="" journeys="" long.="" seem="" so="" span="" up="">This way of life has been given to us to guide us through our lives, to show us that everything that we do has a reaction, to teach us that we must honour and respect the world in which we live and the people who we share this world with, regardless of their race, colour, creed or status.</these><br />
<these all="" are="" hard="" hill="" journeys="" long.="" seem="" so="" span="" up="">This is a high demand, but one im eager and willing to take</these>His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-38169919404236451442013-03-06T01:06:00.000+00:002013-03-06T01:11:59.356+00:00Balance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We are all familiar with the yin/yang symbol: a black and
white circle with a design that resembles two fish swimming head to tail. It is
the basis of understanding balance, and balance is the key, natural balance
affects us all.<br />
Moderation in one's emotions is good for you. If one's
lifestyle is imbalanced, you will find yourself in extreme situations that will
destroy your health. As we start to find our balance. A world of understanding
and happiness begins to unfold.<br />
To have balance in life certainly is one of the most
important overall goals to reach. At the same time it is a real toughie. On the
one hand you focus on something you want to achieve, you make progress, but on
the run you lose focus in another area of life.<br />
What is needed here is a wider perspective.<br />
First i need to
take a step back and decide what the important areas in my life are.<br />
Second i
have to make sure that i keep this perspective and don’t lose myself in only
one area, turning my back to all the others.<br />
There are certain areas in life that are important for all
human beings.<br />
These are mainly mind, body, spirit, relationships, and emotions.
Of course the degree of importance differs, but if we are able to have a
certain focus in all areas we are able to achieve a healthy balance.<br />
That
balance then in return will empower each area again; because there is no
personal area that is dragging you down, while you climb up will have your
focus on all important areas of my life to enable me to create the balance i
feel i need at present.
His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-80676946205742042282013-03-01T22:55:00.002+00:002013-03-01T23:14:26.128+00:00Clarity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Clearness of appearance of thought or style; lucidity
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<br />
Clear, not transparent.<br />
<br />
Some would say it’s not a journey, that there are no stages – that one can move into complete clarity in a single moment, without any prior path or practice necessary. i believe that’s untrue and impossible.<br />
Many people feel a longing to be more “here” in each moment, a longing to feel more alive. We often feel a general uneasiness, dissatisfaction or anxiety that takes away from the enjoyment we believe is possible..we know where it is we wish to be but currently there are several obstacles outside of our control that make our progress on our chosen path, impossible at present,<br />
There are many different spiritual paths, as i contemplate how those obstacles apply to Master.M and i the frustration to us both is currently the all encompassing topic in most of our conversation and will be until this is resolved. However we are planning to met up very soon and Master .M has purchased a beautiful collar which i am hoping He will be putting on His slave on that occasion [i shall post more about that in due course].<br />
But clarity yes. seeing clearly our path , however many rocks, fallen trees currently bar our way, we are quite determined to walk together along the road. no matter what hurdles are in the way and we are both aware they are several and possibly many more, but the end will justify the means.We are clear as to our destination.His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-26930914614703290022013-02-28T15:09:00.001+00:002013-02-28T15:47:38.403+00:00Jigsaw<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LxrjQySo7Jg/US92wZJOLwI/AAAAAAAACyU/pyeOSYv9bb0/s1600/601393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LxrjQySo7Jg/US92wZJOLwI/AAAAAAAACyU/pyeOSYv9bb0/s200/601393.jpg" width="200" /></a>Yes i'm sure that there is a greater plan, just wish someone would let me in on what it is.<br />
As previously said i believe in karma so i have faith that what will be .. will be
<br />
The law of karma, says only this: `for every event that occurs, there will follow another event whose existence was caused by the first, and this second event will be pleasant or unpleasant according as its cause was skillful or unskillful.<br />
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In the mean time i work on
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">clarity</span></b> where my life is headed.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Balanc</b>e</span> when things get crazy<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Peace of mind</b></span> knowing i am addressing those aspects of your life that matter most
<br />
<br />
Newton's Third Law of Physics states for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. <br />
<br />
What goes around, comes around..A person's actions, whether good or bad, will often have consequences for that person.<br />
<br />
All this pretty much means the same thing..<br />
<br />
<br />
which still leaves me with the pieces of my jigsaw puzzle lying on the table still unmade ...<br />
Now its a well know fact that this slave has . no patience.. try as i might to learn some...<br />
But currently i'm playing a sit and wait with so many What If's and wait and see's involved that something has to gel from it soon and when it does i'm hoping it all falls into the right place at the right time and builds my jigsaw to perfection.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Fingers Crossed</span></div>
His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-46376377112897113322013-02-25T20:12:00.002+00:002013-02-25T20:18:37.286+00:00No Harm done.<br />
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How can she be submissive and assertive at the same time?
Even a submissive woman can and should learn to say "no" . This is
not out of her role! Submissive’s can and should have safe words [i have a safe
word] or some kind of signals that allow their Dominant to know what's going on
with them. SAYING "NO!" IS JUST ANOTHER SAFE WORD. But saying No isn’t
in me because my core is a submissive one and by nature wishes to only say yes.
But it seems today Master M decided to test His new slave and in his words
"I had to give you something I knew was almost impossible for you to
achieve to see if you would just blindly follow the order. You did not, you
provided reasoned arguments why it could not be achieved" but He pushed me
so hard to the point that i almost had to say No. Almost but not quite. i've
been told so many times that submission isn’t always pleasant or easy, if it
was all about submitting to the nice things what is there really in your submission.
If you’re a masochist what's in submitting to a spanking, there is none. Anyway
i got upset because so new in our relationship and almost the first major
request Master.M had asked of me and i even considered saying No and i had this huge
struggle with my inner core to not fold from what i truly felt, as it was the
moment past after i said "i'll submit to Your request as You know i would,
but i’m not happy about it. Shortly after Master.M was honest enough to say "that
it was designed to do just as you test me so I am going to test you”. So all in
all a good result. No [no pun intended] harm done</div>
His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-11286695578579743522013-02-19T14:48:00.002+00:002013-02-25T20:16:27.581+00:00"Look in the mirror. What do you see?"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Every time that i look in the mirror<br />
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i see someone that i don't even know.<br />
i see someone that i need to learned to live with<br />
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i only wish i knew what she was looking for,<br />
when she look in the mirror.<br />
<br />
i see someone who needs to figure out how to be happy with herself,<br />
Within the shattered fortress that once bound her!<br />
i see all the dark secrets, past mistakes, downfalls and flaws.<br />
The dirty parts that need cleaning.<br />
if i take a closer look, i can see her golden soul, the true self, glistening through the black spots.<br />
i see her flaws, but they just show me where she need's to improve.<br />
i see her golden spots reminding me that nothing is ever completely ruined and stained and that i can rub off the black spots and find gold underneath it all.<br />
i see someone who is troubled, and trying to cheat old age.<br />
i see someone who is lost and sad. A person who is wishful and trying hard to get beyond the hurts of her heart.<br />
i see someone who was beautiful, but now is just getting old and is maybe still pretty.<br />
i see a lonely soul, trying not to be empty, trying to hold on to humanity and love.<br />
i see neither fat nor skinny i see a person tired of pain, but not ready to "throw in the towel .<br />
i see a woman whose heart is sore , but the woman in the mirror is stubborn and won't let her pain win.<br />
she will not give in to the demands of her pain and will not let this world hurt her anymore!!!!!!!<br />
<br />
i see the little girl in her that wants to fulfill her dreams.<br />
she's pushing and pushing , trying to guide me in the right direction, but she doesn't know which way to turn.<br />
i need to help her and i have faith that one day soon, i will.<br />
<br />
Until then, settle down, little girl!!!His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-14577220695521151172013-02-17T14:14:00.001+00:002013-02-17T14:23:48.375+00:00Wicca<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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i am Wicca in my beliefs. i accept a simple concept of
karma as a way of affirming that a person's behaviour, whether good or ill,
will ultimately shape his or her future destiny, whether in this life or a
future life. However, karma is rather simply a law of the way things function
in nature - Closely aligned to belief in karma is belief in reincarnation, or
the recycling of souls. Since the body is "recycled" by decay and
decomposition after death, so the soul can be recycled by taking birth in a new
form. .An afterlife is an unwavering belief as is that loved ones can influence
the earthly world..Therefore i firmly believe that MG has played a big part in
my current situation with Master M. The realisation of this hit me today while talking
with Master M. like a sledgehammer hitting a church bell....</div>
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oh what a stupid woman i am, how could i be so blind.....why
pick Master M i though.. well MG would never just abandon me to sink or swim, He
would do everything in his power to see to it that i was looked after,
protected, etc MG and Master M are the same in so many ways yet so different in
others.. in Their Mastery They are very similar, in Their outward appearance
also . lil trait are different but that’s as it should be but take non similar..
Master M is a sexual creature and as such requires a sex slave. MG wasn't and didn't but He knew i had wished He was. i can
grow to fit to Master M, where as i had though i was a complete slave ...Master
M has relaxed time MG never had time to give to me. MG found in Master M, i believe
everything He thought i needed.. Oh blessed be and so we move forward along the
path into the unknown</div>
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“All you have to do is know where you're going. The answers
will come of their own accord."</div>
His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-34988420544230496082013-02-16T19:12:00.000+00:002013-02-17T14:37:10.890+00:00My struggle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">
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<span style="text-align: justify;">My struggle isn't whether to submit or not, whether i should or shouldn't.</span></div>
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My need to be my Owner's slave is equal to my need to breathe.<br />
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i am struggling at the moment with my slavery, but not because i am not submissive but more because the current situation is not allowing me to submit as i need to, Master is aware that i am not my normal self and W/we are trying to deal with this, He is very understanding but we are so new at this together, He is not sure how to even begin to understand my mood swings from extremely hyper submissive to one of just bordering on acceptable, this being a situation i find myself in, trouble is , even thought i am aware that this attitude is so far from the norm for me, i am struggling to shake of an almost “sub drop” attitude, one where i’m feeling as if , honestly i need a good spanking to wake me up, it’s really a combination of 101 things that are getting in the way of our plans to move forward .Patience is not my strong suite, nor is waiting on other to fulfil my needs.
i long to be less stubborn, less critical, less argumentative but being apart, there is little that Master can do to bring me into line. Sometimes i find it easy to submit and obey, but sometimes i get so far away from where i want to be it hurts
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His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-91013292772737468742013-02-04T13:08:00.002+00:002013-02-16T21:41:47.633+00:00Time<div style="text-align: right;">
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I know this much: that there is objective time,
but also subjective time, the kind you wear on the inside of your wrist, next
to where the pulse lies. And personal time, which is the true time, is measured
in ones relationship to memory. No matter how much time passes, no matter what
takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to
oblivion, memories we can never rub away, i have not wish to erase any
memories, but life goes on, just living, existing is not enough, time never
stands still and with that i cannot stand still i must grow, move forward on
the path i have been walking for many years. I am not getting any younger but i
am not old enough to contemplate spending the rest of my days alone, The Master
i knew and loved left me quite some time ago, prior to His last few weeks so i
can say that i have been a Master less slave for 7 months now and accordingly i have
looked to find another who is willing to Master the screaming loudly sub that
has been fighting the mourning wife for quite a while now and i have today been
accepted by a wonderful man who i know is strong enough to calm the inner slave
who is struggling to be heard. And i thank Him for even considering attempting
to quell the raging needs i have.i have no doubt He will control in a way i need to be controlled. But only time will tell</div>
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His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-65041822116796230442013-01-24T16:21:00.003+00:002013-01-24T16:21:27.234+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There are days when the best I'v got is the hope and optimism that not every day is the same. Tomorrow is a new day. I used to think heavy feelings were the sign of depression. Now I call it realism. Meaning it’s okay for a day to suck. It’s not fun, but it’s real. And real is enough for me.
One day at a time.i am lost without you but i've decide it time to find me. Ready or not, if perchance i feel like a failure-i'lljust do it over and over till i get it rightHis Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-8980093578131933442012-12-18T15:10:00.001+00:002013-02-16T21:54:55.078+00:00♥RIP my Darling ~ you were, are, and always will be my Love ~ ♥<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k2RCHkH6tlg/UNCHj3XmB6I/AAAAAAAACqk/sX-I1Au5WjQ/s1600/n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="142" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k2RCHkH6tlg/UNCHj3XmB6I/AAAAAAAACqk/sX-I1Au5WjQ/s200/n.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
2 month pass, one day at a time <
It's like you never left, </span><br />
A constant that inhabits my heart</span><br
A knowing that lingers<br />
A sense that has been.<br />
<br />
What a man, This man of mine.<br />
Just one last touch, holding his hand,<br />
and hearing his voice,<br />
This I do crave!<br />
<br />
But now he is gone,<br />
no more to see.<br />
But I will just bet,<br />
He's waiting for me<br />
<br />
Just look around,<br />
His memories you will see,<br />
and above all,<br />
I know he is waiting,<br />
JUST BEYOND THE MOON FOR ME!</div>
His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-12510397172884482592012-11-06T21:18:00.000+00:002012-11-06T21:18:10.989+00:00Time to say GoodBye my darling<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KPrf-svWUAQ?rel=0" width="420"></iframe>His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-55321530623743906172012-11-06T21:15:00.004+00:002013-02-16T21:59:11.514+00:00Blessed be<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
You came and touched so many hearts</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
In so many different ways.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
You gave so much, and asked very little in return.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
But I am sure with time you will show me how to be whole again.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I know you are safe now, and nothing can harm you.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Remember, although we're apart,</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
We will always be together</div>
His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-81642133320406719962012-10-30T10:09:00.000+00:002012-10-30T10:12:21.303+00:00With Knowledge, We Grow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>With Knowledge, We Grow.</b><br />
We enter this world with nothing: no hate, no fear, no prejudice, no cares or worries, and no hidden demons.<br />
Only as we experience life do these things become part of us.<br />
We should aspire to keep them at bay, and to be better today than we were yesterday.<br />
The spine which should support us all should consist of love, of self-control, of trust, respect, and of course, honesty.<br />
Without these things we are nothing.<br />
Through our experience we learn to choose whether we will be good, or bad, and those choices are reflected in how others see us.<br />
Make those choices wisely, for if you do, you will be loved by others, and comfortable in yourself.<br />
Do not judge, for others may judge you the same. Have an open mind, and a gentle demeanor, for in all things the good in you will shine through, as long as you let it.<br />
Do not pretend to be something you are not. If others cannot accept you for who you really are, they may not be worthy of knowing you anyway.<br />
With Knowledge, We Grow. Live this way and at the right time you may leave this existence at peace with yourself, and the rest of the world.<br />
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<i>written by MG back in 2006</i><br />
<a href="http://www.seekers.org.uk/With%20Knowledge%20We%20Grow.htm">http://www.seekers.org.uk/With%20Knowledge%20We%20Grow.htm</a>His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-91918861879303900302012-10-26T11:22:00.000+00:002013-02-16T22:42:50.671+00:00Memory Lane<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BNwoirBaG54/TP494ZYQYLI/AAAAAAAACl4/0qECnMIwh18/s1600/memorylane.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547939830061621426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BNwoirBaG54/TP494ZYQYLI/AAAAAAAACl4/0qECnMIwh18/s320/memorylane.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 201px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">"Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.”</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">~T.S. Eliot</span><br />
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This slave finds a wistfulness for both what was, as well as what was "not". What "was" went too soon. The seasons change,time slips by and with each passing year this one longs to hold onto summer's fleeting days, reminding me of youthful laughter and warmth and pleasure.<br />
The freezing of those perfect moments when they graced us is sadly impossible, time marches on, no matter what, we can but try to hold in memory every second and allow it to fill our soul to sustain during the chill and darkness.<br />
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Slavery's moments change as do all moments. My wistfulness comes due to lack of understanding of the impermanence of time. The moment which mark this slave's soul and heart keeps me forever bound to my Master even when the mark is no longer present on the flesh.<br />
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Re posted from December 2010: MG was so pleased with this post In His memory i re post now<br />
Rest Peacefully now my darling my memories will hold you close alwaysHis Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-36353585662713090432012-10-26T10:08:00.002+00:002012-10-26T10:08:46.805+00:00Alter bridge- Watch over you<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9lIdymq0DZc" width="420"></iframe>His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-16494042630946190772012-10-24T12:12:00.001+00:002013-02-16T23:00:08.113+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">
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Yesterday is a memory, tomorrow is
a mystery and today is a gift,
which is why it is called the present. </div>
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What the caterpillar perceives is the end;
to the butterfly is just the beginning. </div>
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Everything that has a beginning has an ending. </div>
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Make your peace with that and all will be well</div>
His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-81770250796643994112012-10-22T20:00:00.004+00:002013-02-16T22:53:55.953+00:00Tears<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FK37yPOnb4s/UIWl1jJi3II/AAAAAAAACo4/y4vK08vbPFo/s1600/Tears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FK37yPOnb4s/UIWl1jJi3II/AAAAAAAACo4/y4vK08vbPFo/s1600/Tears.jpg" /></a>
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief... and unspeakable love.".Washington IrvingHis Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-19815628931399549382012-10-20T20:21:00.000+00:002013-02-16T23:15:01.074+00:00Life moments<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bT1pVNiByp8/UIW9wzr29XI/AAAAAAAACpM/UdXVyBXF-GQ/s1600/images+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bT1pVNiByp8/UIW9wzr29XI/AAAAAAAACpM/UdXVyBXF-GQ/s1600/images+(2).jpg" /></a><br />
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How long is a man's life, finally?<br />
Is it a thousand days, or only one?<br />
One week, or few centuries?<br />
How long does a man's death last?<br />
And what do we mean when we say, 'gone forever'?</div>
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Adrift in such preoccupations, we seek clarification.<br />
We can go to the philosophers,<br />
But they will grow tired of our questions.<br />
We can go to the priests and the rabbis<br />
But they might be too busy with administrations.</div>
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So, how long does a man live, finally?<br />
And how much does he live while he lives?<br />
We fret, and ask so many questions<br />
Then when it comes to us<br />
The answer is so simple</div>
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A man lives for as long as we carry him inside us,<br />
For as long as we carry the harvest of his dreams,<br />
For as long as we ourselves live,<br />
Holding memories in common, a man lives.</div>
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His lover will carry his man's scent, his touch:<br />
His children will carry the weight of his love.<br />
One friend will carry his argument,<br />
Another will hum his favourite tunes,<br />
Another will still share his terrors.</div>
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And the days will pass with baffled faces,<br />
Then the weeks, then the months,<br />
Then there will be a day when no question is asked<br />
And the knots of grief will loosen in the stomach,<br />
And the puffed faces will calm.<br />
And on that day he will not have ceased,<br />
But will have ceased to be separated by death.<br />
How long does a man live, finally?</div>
His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-1364396081772594112012-10-19T20:59:00.003+00:002012-10-28T11:44:36.562+00:00R.I.P my darling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">
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19.7.1956 - 18.10.2012<br />
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My Master Past away on 18th October 2012 after almost a year fighting a battle with cancer that he could never win. i had sat at his side for 7 weeks and if i could have taken His place, removed His pain i surely would have but my lot in life is to be the one left behind to carry on.</div>
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and i shall and make Him proud of me.so i begin a new phase of my life without my soul mate, without my Master. how will i cope, right now i have absolutely no idea.</div>
His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-22006738820261233412012-06-20T21:19:00.000+00:002013-02-16T23:28:57.358+00:00Even Keel<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJG9FyOW6ig/T-I8PaYggYI/AAAAAAAACn0/lt_rF-uAElo/s1600/even+keel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="152" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJG9FyOW6ig/T-I8PaYggYI/AAAAAAAACn0/lt_rF-uAElo/s320/even+keel.jpg" width="320" /></a>Oh i am so bad for not coming here more often but my life seems to either be up in some cloud 9 cuckoo land or deep in the grand canyon, never ever for more than a week or two on any thing like an even keel.<br />
Times when in pasts i've wish for more time with MG, times Hes wished to be at home , all these wishes, once before i had cause to reconsider my desires, what i wished for and now here we are 8 months on and due to His ill health we are at home together, fighting the Cancer demon. Last November following a very minor health scare we followed the course as you do and ;February He was diagnosed with Bladder cancer, since then we have experienced chemotherapy, radiotherapy and emergency surgery on a broken humerus, hair loss, weight loss, pain the use of a whole lot of Morphine among other controlled drugs.where this leave us is, well in an upside down situation from where we knew we could survive, cope etc Work has stopped for Him, way to many hospital appointments, too much tiredness and pain to cope with without the added pressure of a 12 hour work shift so we now tread the benefit trail in an attempt to financially maintain our way of life, so far its not going to badly, we are far from destitute.As for our lifestyle, we remain as always Master and slave, we continue to look after each other in more ways than one now, together we are a formidable team and will not go down without a fight We will beat this new challenge.. together as always. BUT we do now have the time to be together , to do the things, follow the few rituals be who we are, our girls have left home so we are alone , together and so we are making time to rekindle some of what time has taken from us, neither of us are under any illusion that we can get back to where we once were within our own M/s but we are sure we can go a fair way into living the life once more. i'm not going to wish, I've done that before and my wishes have been granted but at what cost!!!!!!His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-19921088210459516552012-02-18T17:31:00.001+00:002012-06-21T17:44:20.804+00:00solace<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7r5ePMvoqWs/Tz_f8LiMNXI/AAAAAAAACns/s6LS7FWiLL8/s1600/solace.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710529077510419826" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7r5ePMvoqWs/Tz_f8LiMNXI/AAAAAAAACns/s6LS7FWiLL8/s320/solace.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 168px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 300px;" /></a><br />
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she swims an ocean of tears, navigating her pain with a graceful eloquence reserved for the most majestic of beings.</div>
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Solace is found herein, measured by depth within the flowing ease, knowing the real, so far away, is dull and harmless.Her soft satin skin unencumbered by the scars of past affliction, a contention never to be removed from the silk of her creation.</div>
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Her soul as tender as a first kiss, the kind that retains the unspoken promise therein.</div>
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She holds her head high as her soul drowns in dreams of yesterday, Choking on the remembrance of the life she was supposed to have, the one dreamed when dreams were still safe.</div>
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Her tumultuous spirit at war with the very idea of hope, begging to be heard, to be seen, to be felt.</div>
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</div>His Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479529.post-69582774010707459772011-09-20T13:14:00.004+00:002011-09-20T21:29:18.700+00:00Direction<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2NAX8MVVNU/TnkFoSD6obI/AAAAAAAACnY/D-KTFUODKEg/s1600/path.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2NAX8MVVNU/TnkFoSD6obI/AAAAAAAACnY/D-KTFUODKEg/s320/path.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654556996741538226" /></a>Direction, as insane as it may sound is not always about the A to Z of a map. There is evidence to show that working with direction can help you in a very positive way. Direction can be a course along which someone or something moves. Or a course that must be taken in order to reach a certain place or a position in ones career.<br />The act of directing, of aiming, regulating, guiding in a D/s lifestyle is the responsibility of the Dom or Master. Mine decided to be directional yesterday, and i’m all good with it, i need direction, i’ve always said that if the fences/ boundaries’ are not pointed out, i cannot be in the wrong for stepping over out of those fences, boundaries. There's no point in setting goals if you don't know what goal are set. There's no point in planning, in committing to actions and - just so you have the illusion of submission. Submission is about making a choice. Because i do have choices. i choose to hand over control, i choose to be owned, ichoose to submit.<br />MG will exert that control with a strong hand, hold me when I cry, rub my back when it hurts, tell me when I'm full of shit, and compliment my intelligence. He is a caring father and a good role model. In short, He really is the perfect man for me.<br />I think that allowing yourself to be who you really are makes for a more complete and balanced human being and that has proven to be true. Sometime we just get fogged in and cant see the wood for the trees for a while, but ultimately the fog clears and the path once more comes into view and we can tread our choosen direction once moreHis Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13274343744785024091noreply@blogger.com0