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She walked lightly upon her bare feet through the grey haze and rubble that lay about. The sight of all around her slowly filtered through the dreariness, as she continued through what was barely recognizable.
Her past lay before her in heaps of broken walls and shattered doors. The devastation looked horrific as she continued to worked her way through the fallen fortress.
Crystal blue eyes paled with the mist of tears, as she was flooded with the memories of days gone by.
The once, forest green vines and foliage now dust grey, withered upon their roots. A delicate hand placed upon a crumbling wall, caused it to fall like ash, to the cold ground beneath.
Her long flowing gown of white and silver, stood in wakening contrast to the darkness and death that surrounded her. The long chestnut curls, now bounced with life, as shimmering ribbons weaved about her head. The only sound that filled her ears was her own breath and that of the tiny slave bell, that sang its continuous joy to the heavens above.
The silent tears rolled from the lower lashes of her eyes as she stood ghost-like in the center of this destruction.
She sank slowly to the damp ground before her. Grace and beauty radiated its glow from deep within .
Pushing aside the rock and dirt, she lifted within her hand, a tattered and worn strap of leather with a broken lock.
Carefully, she lay the material back to its grave and moved forward with but a whisper, “Rest in peace yesterday, you are now free.”
Lifting back to her full stance, she moved forward with a seeming determination to find something. She continued with a languid touch upon the broken walls. The shattered memories that rushed about her, cascaded from her cheeks like a quiet flowing river.
Without warning, she halted in her progression. Her breath like ice, flowed from parted lips and the rosy flush of her angelic face suddenly paled.
It was here. She could feel the heart of this fallen castle.
Turning slowly, she tried to remember the huge stone walls, the vine covered fortress that kept her safe. The fortress, where many were slain when they attempted to approach her.
Her eyes took in the mass destruction that now lay defeated. Once called home, now nothing but stone and dust at her feet.
Upon her final turn she saw it. The sight brought her to her knees. The stain of shed blood that made it further than any other mark. Her heart began to race as she sank to bent knee. Her breath like lead within her lungs as everything came back in a tornado of memories.
The screams, the fear, the tears and the sounds that were deafening cries into the night.
Her hands fell hard to the ground before her, in a heap of sobs she felt the past under her palm. Wrapping a delicate touch about it, she lifted the shredded leather into the light. Running her long red nail over the outer surface she smiled.
Still smooth to the touch she thought, not harmed. Most would see that as strange, the surface of a collar that once belonged to her appeared to never have been worn.
Slowly, she turned it over, knowing what she would behold. The splashing tears washed away the year of dust and dirt to reveal what her heart knew was there.
It was the opposite side of a collar. The inside was her out, a declaration of what she was and who she felt a year ago.
The marks, the gashes, cuts and bloodstains riddled over the surface. Her nails left the marks and cut the imperfections into the body of this leather. She was turned inside out and the leather read }~detox{
Her body began to shudder as her breath began to slow. Her eyes paled in the shimmering crystal as she fought for each drink of air. Her heart wretched in her chest as the darkness began again to claim her.
She knew the feeling. She had been to this place before. It was over a year ago. Her hand turned a dusty white as she clung to the tattered material in her hand. The letters embedded, began to sear the palm of her hand. Before she fought it, she protested the coming of the darkness that was to own her so completely.
She had all but given her last breath that day when He appeared. This time, she knew her fate. She accepted and submitted with a soul shattering order from the looming presence that followed her there.
“NOW”, spoke the most demanding yet gentle voice and the past was gone. Conquered by his hand, defeated by his will, banished by His order.
Looking down upon the mass of broken walls, shattered doors and defeated days lay a glow of shimmering beauty.
With an outcry that rocked the heavens the silver dusted wings splayed out from behind her. The flowing white gown now tattered and laying about her nude form. The eyes once red with tears now sparkled with love and devotion. From where she lay, a worn piece of leather lifted by a strong hand. It shimmered with embedded stones of beauty and read {si}M.
She gasped and quickly reached for her neck fearful of the sight before her. Her fingers skimmed the new locked leather about her neck. Her touch sending shock waves to her thoughts, as she knew {k}M registered into her heart.
She felt a touch upon her shoulder, waking her from her dream-like state. Lifting from the broken wall, she pulled her hands from the pocket of her jeans. A quiet strong voice filled her ears. “Ready to go, love,” He asked with a tender kiss upon her cheek. Blinking back the dust from her tear filled eyes, she nodded softly and turned with a smile. “Yes Master”, she spoke with a shaky voice.
She took His hand and left behind the first year of their journey. Laying her head against the strength of his arm, “Happy Anniversary, my Owner” she said with a joy unmatched ever before filling her voice. He smiled down at her as she ran her fingers over the many scars she left upon him.
“Time to take the next step, My dear legacy.” And with that, she faded into that which was Him and disappeared in a swirl of magic and mystery still to come.
{k}
property of Midnight~
~!~ His falcon lifted by Love, giving all because i freely give to the freedom within being bound to Him ~!~
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
*Through the fires of His hand, through the tears they both cried, through the love that sealed Eternity....from submissive to slave...she is now born....the birth of a legacy....*
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Journey Revisited
September 12, 2003 to September 12, 2004
Sometimes…we all come to face hurdles in life that we fear. An inner strength is needed to judge the distance…and to know how much courage and agility will be needed to make the leap over the edge and survive with a safe landing.
Some…have a knowing that is born within. It takes grace and ease to overcome and bound over the barriers of the walls, fences and the brambles of life.
Life is about coming up against trials and situations that test our spirit.
It’s not until we depend upon the spirit within that we come to succeed. Until we quit looking at the obstacle through unbelieving eyes, it will always seem too big for us.
There is a spirit in One I know… that seems to be able to judge the distance to the other side and find strength to make it through the obstacle.
It all comes to a choice of whether we look for the spirit within or just stand on the edge and balk. It takes a true Master to lead another through the fear and past the walls to find trust and belief from within.
Being a witness and a participant in My own challenges, has taught Me the worth in rising up and trying again. When one doesn't get up the violent process is repeated over and over again. The struggle to rise is momentous.
Reading the “Released…”thread and coming to know both Midnight and His slave k, I’ve come to see a lil one grow tired and a Master nudge her to stimulate new efforts… through love and encouragement. Finally, the lil one stands for the first time on her own…sometimes on wobbly legs.
Inner strength does not end with one victory. No. Time and time again…Midnight has done the most remarkable thing. He kicks His slave off her feet again.
Why? He wants her to remember how she got up. In life, one must be able to get up as quickly as possible to stay safe from the lions, hyenas, leopards, and wild hunting dogs who prey on the weaknesses of unsuspecting ones.
A Master who loves His property will seek to continuously teach even though the lessons may be difficult.
There is greatness in such devotion of One, who willingly faces the challenge when an easier road can be chosen.
What is it that separates those Ones from Others?
I believe that exceptional people have a vision or a dream of something that
should be accomplished in their lives. They see a purpose in Their very existence.
Midnight and slave k have been on a year long journey. In the beginning of this remarkable journey, Midnight often felt overwhelmed.
I know this because He shared with Me. Yet, not once did I ever sense His quitting. In fact, the struggles increased His determination. Each time His lil one dumped shovel loads of dirt on Him, He would shake it off and step up.
Blow after blow came at Him. He reaffirmed His efforts and with courage…used the dirt, shook it off and stepped up.
Today, though a bit battle beaten, He is the proud owner of one beautiful slave and considers Himself blessed.
Yes…Master Midnight, at times, has been beaten over the head, knocked down, vilified and has felt as if He was going nowhere fast. But every time He was knocked down with a new obstacle, He stood up.
His vision for His slave could not be destroyed. He saw in her, the glory of who she really was… long before she ever saw it in her own reflection. Now, at the end of one year much has been accomplished…for Aall to see.
Happy One Year Anniversary, Mid and {kim}
AlphaOne
~The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals~
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A submissive knows when there is a Dom in the room; it is almost as if a magical scent fills the air. That is what happened the first time I met Midnight, many, many moons ago in O/our college days. Though, back then He was known as Mr. Midnight. There was the same reaction when I ran into Him at a holiday cookout last year as W/we reminisced over the good old days. I could see in His eyes how much He missed the lifestyle. I spoke to Him about being online and the wonderful P/people that One could meet. He became very interested. I told Him how easy it would be for Him to become a member for free and what He would receive as a full paying member. I told Him of the P/people in the lifestyle in the chat rooms, and M/many of them led vanilla lives outside the realm of the chat room. He became more and more interested as the afternoon went on….and W/we ignored most of the others at the cookout. As W/we continued to discuss and He knew that this was something that was feasible for Him to do, He said, “What will I use for a name…..I don’t have a clue where to start.” I thought for a moment and suggested He use His old college nickname…..Mr. Midnight…so the name Midnight was born.
It was less than a week when He was online and lurking in the rooms, noticing some of the submissives around. Then, He began entering the rooms, letting His name be seen….and the rest is history.
~told by trulyred
"proudly owned by DN8"
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The Journey Continues…
He was seeking to take away years of restless wanderings. Filled with a driving hunger and gnawing emptiness, He stepped into the Chamber on the darkest of nights.
A haunting image of what he yearned for… filled His inner most thoughts. The dark within Him would seek to own. Determined to have her, He seduced her with erotic nights and filled her head with pleasure and passion. Armed only with a sincere heart, He defeated one by one each demon she set against Him. Until finally she was His completely. And with only a word or a gesture from Him, she brought her total being to serve Him, proudly.
~We all walk in the dark and each of us must learn to turn on his or her own light.~
**Proud the falcon is Mine.**
~ We all walk in the dark and each of us must
learn to turn on his or her own light. ~
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Tamed
Thorn covered walls
Built from within
Demons, fears and pain
Unrelenting assault
No Escape
Fires
Dying embers
Eternal hunger
Carnal thinking
Forbidden thoughts
Heart pounding
Flesh hot
Tasting danger
Craving more
Feelings never felt before
Wanting, needing
Domination
Slow surrendering
Concentration
Eyes closed
Hands tied
Chained
Suspended
Blindfolded
Sensual kisses
Spirit yielding
Eyes opened
His calling
Exposed
Trembling
Once empty inside
Painfully existing
No heart, no soul, no light
Barely visible to most
Then reality stepped forth
Condemned by her demons
Tamed in the dark shadows of Midnight.
~We all walk in the dark and each of us must learn to turn on his or her own light.~
**Proud the falcon is Mine.**
~ We all walk in the dark and each of us must
learn to turn on his or her own light. ~
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Cool breeze and autumn leaves
Slow motion daylight
A lone pair of watchful eyes
Oversee the living
Feel the presence all around
A tortured soul
A wound unhealing
NO regrets or promises
The past is gone
But you can still be free
If time will set you free
Time now to spread your wings
To take to flight
The life endeavor
Aim for the burning sun
You're trapped inside
But you can still be free
If time will set you free
But it's a long long way to go
Keep moving way up high
You see the light
It shines forever
Sail through the crimson skies
The purest light
The light that sets you free
If time will set you free
Sail through the wind and rain tonight
You're free to fly tonight
And you can still be free
If time will set you free
And going higher than mountain tops
And go high the wind won't stop
And go high
Free to fly tonight
Free to fly
*Credit Lyrics "You Can Still Be Free" by Savage Garden~We all walk in the dark and each of us must learn to turn on his or her own light.~
**Proud the falcon is Mine.**
~ We all walk in the dark and each of us must
learn to turn on his or her own light. ~
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Master,
Wwe have shared the best of times in our journey with Oothers. Now with a heavy heart we have decided to show that it's not all wine and roses for Uus. So that being said....I accept my punishment for the behavior i displayed. I turned in a writing assignment within an alotted time period and now finish the final step in the punishment. I deeply apologize for my behavior Master.
Master,
On Tuesday September 28, I displeased you with a behavior unsatisfactory to your training and desire for me as your slave. I took it upon myself to tell another that her actions reflected the need to grow up. In doing so my actions were no better than hers. I allowed her actions to control my emotions and behavior. I gave over control of myself to her. Control that I had no right to give as it belonged to you, my owner.
After this person made her comment she immediately left. That should have been the end of things but, I went after her. I followed her to another chat site. Seeing that she had made herself unavailable to speak in private I posted my comment in response to her actions. Doing this in public without taking thought as to other means of addressing her. I would have addressed the issue in reds had she stayed at the Pork and second chat site or paged her if she would have stayed around at the Pork long enough to receive it. Instead I spoke in public of her actions interrupting the chatting that was going on there already. In doing this I lowered myself to the behavior I was condemning. I interrupted the pleasant environment of those chatting. I now was no better for the behavior I was displaying than she was.
My behavior was undesirable in that it was a display of condemning another as if I were better than that one. I have been taught that actions and gestures that could result in furthering an undesirable display of behavior are forbidden. I am to display myself with respect and honor at all times.
I will remove myself from a situation of that is not something I feel I am able to do. My actions reflect on you, the one that has trained me. When I act out and give control of my emotions over to another I also, take from you. I display myself in a manner that is not true to my training or true to the person and slave that I am. When behaving poorly I also give the impression to others that such behavior is acceptable for a slave. Possibly misleading a novice that is looking up to me or misleading someone that has been spoken to of me and is watching to see if what was said is true.
I will commit myself to changing this behavior. I will think before I speak. Keeping in mind the situation and those that are around me that could be harmed or benefit from the actions I decide to take. When I have doubts if my actions are appropriate or not I will decide the latter and not react. I will work to question the different situations. Questioning if my actions and emotions are being given to one that is not worthy of any type of ownership over me. Am I taking from you, my only owner, to give into the moment, emotion or situation? If I feel I can not control my actions and keep mindful of my behavior I will remove myself from the situation.
One thing that has come to mind is how quickly the “news” of such behavior travels. A well behaved submissive or slave has to prove themselves as a well behaved one over and over again. A submissive or slave known to be a well behaved and respected one has to be mindful and never ceasing in the positive manner as they are believed to be. It has taken me over a year to prove myself as a well respected, well behaved slave to you and for you. In a matter of moments it was all questioned by those aware of my behavior. Those that know me best understand the moment of weakness and frustrations. Those that don’t know me that well question me and question the words for those that do know me. I not only reflect poorly for you but those that have spoken highly of me and my behaviors.
I know my actions, words and behavior are unacceptable. I have been trained better than to display myself as a mouthy brat. I know your wishes for my behavior and the expectations as your slave. None of which I displayed to your liking that day. I know how to behave. You have taken a great deal of time to properly train me; investing a lot of time, energy and love into me. My actions reflected poorly not only on you but myself. Showing myself as less than whom and what I am. I gave the impression that I am a mouthy brat that has the run of herself with little or no control from you when you are away. I disrespected myself and those that care and love me. I disrespected your teaching and training. I do know better than to behave in such a way. I should have ignored the post and acted as if it had never even shown. That would have said much more in the eyes of those around me. I promise to try harder to control my actions, attitude and mouth in the future. Keeping in mind the punishment you have handed down, both private and now public for what I did. Knowing next time it will not be as merciful. Thank you Master for taking the time to love me enough to punish me and adjust the behavior for my well being
{k}
property of Midnight~
~!~ His falcon lifted by Love, giving all because i freely give to the freedom within being bound to Him ~!~
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
*Through the fires of His hand, through the tears they both cried, through the love that sealed Eternity....from submissive to slave...she is now born....the birth of a legacy....*
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she.....waits....
Breathe caputred within burning lungs...
Heart racing...
eyes tight to what is to come...
nails digging into the delicate flesh of her hand....
He....waits....
Breath inhaled sharply...
Heart racing...skipping beats...
eyes narrow with concentration...
hands balled into tight fists....pressing hard against flesh....
she....
tiny sighs escape parted lips...
mind rushing with thoughts...
lip bit..chewed to pains....
He.....
breath gasps....groans...grunts...
flash of movement....
an outcry in the quiet....
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WE WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
she....waits.....time as a World Series widow slave.....wonders...is it over yet??......she grins....
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
*Through the fires of His hand, through the tears they both cried, through the love that sealed Eternity....from submissive to slave...she is now born....the birth of a legacy....*
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slowly everything that once was clear began to cloud....her eyes were losing their power....slowly robbing her of her sight....she sat unable to do anything as the haze crept over the crystal blue beauty that was her eyes...blackness invaded....
her heart raced as the final cloudy image fell out of focus...like a dying battery her light flickered to a murky surrounding....fearful to touch her face...her eyes simply closed...defeated by the loss of sight she stumbled through the pool of darkness....the breeze became as a breath of frozen air against her delicate flesh....vaguely aware of her nakedness until a fresh whisper licked against her....
the demons worked fast and furious....tripping her up...taking advantage of her weakness...cold...alone...trying to filter her way through the obstacles that fell....the fight was quickly fading from her...
every outcry...every trip...every fall seemed to go unanswered...robbed of her eyes she could not see those that chased without haste behind her...her voice seemed to echo back to her in the loneliest sob as the deepest hole claimed her final fall...
alone...dirty...weak...defeated....hurting and afraid she fell...sank...the demons slowly kicked the dirt over the once beautiful slave...her heart beat barely heard save One...her words a raspy whisper...her days of outcry has now claimed her voice as her sight....
she heard the softest whisper...she felt the tender touch...."crawl" was all that echoed through her head....shaking off the dirt....tears like rivers from her stolen eyes....she whispered "i can't..i'm too deep" the simple word whispered back....more firm yet heavy with love..."crawl"
her anger flared...she wanted to scream...crawl...the Voice tells me...crawl it keeps repeating....doesn't it see i'm in a hole....to crawl i would have to go another way....dig my way through this muck and mud.....
she felt a warmth that she couldn't explain...her frozen paled flesh felt the kiss of a fire...little did she know it was simply The smile...then it was gone...left alone again she cried....but she longed for that warmth upon her face again....to feel that delicate fire that filled her from within....
crawl she did...through the dirt...the mud...the tear stained trail of where she once had been...over the fallen rocks of the fortress walls....her journey seemed long....but she knew....at the end...the warmth...the Voice.....
He would be there to pick her up...clean her off...and give back what was stolen...her eyes...His sight....
{k}
property of Midnight~
~!~ His falcon lifted by Love, giving all because i freely give to the freedom within being bound to Him ~!~This message was edited by {slave~k}Midnight~ on 11-15-04 @ 10:01 AM
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
*Through the fires of His hand, through the tears they both cried, through the love that sealed Eternity....from submissive to slave...she is now born....the birth of a legacy....*
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When a slave falls: her only cry....
Forgive me Master, my lack of faith and trust in You, concerning our path and Your plan...
Forgive my lack of time in devotions to You that cleanse me...
Forgive my disbelief and disobedience to Your delegated authority in my slavey...
i ask; cleanse me with Your love from all complacency...i know Your love and Dominance will heal the pain left by the attacks of the demons and damaged caused.
Kiss me; fill me afresh and anew with the fullness of Your Dominance.
You have the design for me, so build me, develope me and as Author and Finisher of my slavery teach me, instruct me and discipline me to Your way.
{k}
property of Midnight~
~!~ His falcon lifted by Love, giving all because i freely give to the freedom within being bound to Him ~!~
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
*Through the fires of His hand, through the tears they both cried, through the love that sealed Eternity....from submissive to slave...she is now born....the birth of a legacy....*
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