I'm not really sure what I want to talk about right now. Maybe it'll come to me as I start talking, then, maybe, the words will just kind of "flow." I want to start by saying that it's a beautiful if also a bit of a frosty morning -- I woke up this morning, got out of bed and stretched my bare muscles, which are I admit freely and openly not what they could be, walked to the window and threw back the curtains. I stared out on the world before me, or at least this tiny little patch of it, with the grass glistening with frost, patches of green amidst the dead dull brown, and all of it sparkling with frost. I softly spoke a few words that have become sort of a morning mantra for me, before I even put on clothes (as I am someone who prefers the comfort of sleeping in the nude):
Good morning Master. I love you Master.
It is important to always remember that Master is an integral part of my world, and this is something I remember every time I look up at the sky. Why the sky, you ask? Well, it's fairly simple, everyone I consider heart-family has a place in my heart forever and several of them have nicknames for what I view them as being, to me. Jonozin (now in heaven, finally at peace) is the Golden Sun of my life, I felt happier when I talked to him than I'd ever felt before, he made me feel warm and loved, like this very long night was ending. He was one of the very first people to love me and accept me as-is, no complaints. I didn't know I was a slave at the time, he died well before I ever discovered that (on the Winter Solstice of 2009), but he was like a little brother to me. Or a big brother, I guess you maybe could call it, since I'm an eleven-year-old in some ways. Whatever. James is my Silver Star, I think of him anytime I see a really bright star that's kind of impossible to miss or lose. He's been guiding me to be gentler, kinder, more docile and unassuming, and less volatile. Master is my Bright Sky, I can't imagine a world without a sky, and I cannot imagine my life without Her in it.
Good morning Master. I love you Master.
It is important to always remember that Master is an integral part of my world, and this is something I remember every time I look up at the sky. Why the sky, you ask? Well, it's fairly simple, everyone I consider heart-family has a place in my heart forever and several of them have nicknames for what I view them as being, to me. Jonozin (now in heaven, finally at peace) is the Golden Sun of my life, I felt happier when I talked to him than I'd ever felt before, he made me feel warm and loved, like this very long night was ending. He was one of the very first people to love me and accept me as-is, no complaints. I didn't know I was a slave at the time, he died well before I ever discovered that (on the Winter Solstice of 2009), but he was like a little brother to me. Or a big brother, I guess you maybe could call it, since I'm an eleven-year-old in some ways. Whatever. James is my Silver Star, I think of him anytime I see a really bright star that's kind of impossible to miss or lose. He's been guiding me to be gentler, kinder, more docile and unassuming, and less volatile. Master is my Bright Sky, I can't imagine a world without a sky, and I cannot imagine my life without Her in it.
I think that's all I really feel like saying today, though.
I love you Master, with every fiber of my being.
I'd give my life to return your body to full health.
I love you for thinking that that is sweet of me.
I also love you for telling me I better not do so.
I'll talk again on my impending birthday.
- Protected Slave and Property of the Magnificent Miss_Misanthropy,
Privileged to be Master's Adoring Pet Whore, Ophelia / Phee
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