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You sadist! you are just a sadist!
Yes! thank you for noticing! She says and bows
A lovely woman that hides this sadistic streak so well.

Till its toooo late. She says with a smile on her face.

My eyes turn soft and I whisper to you.

that's the best part
a spider that weaves a sparkling web
so alluring
so shiny
and so enthralling
pulling me in and entangling me

 

this is a place I go to willingly

silken threads bind me to you

this fragile filament that holds more surely

than chains of iron or bars of steel

 

too late to turn back now

I give and you take

one feeding from the other

yet both are fulfilled by the exchange

 

could it be any other way?

I fall to my knees and pay homage

my fervent prayer is

no other way,  please, no other way

updated 02/15/03

A poem written by Mistress Khim of Baren Touhk

"The Ease of Being a Slave"

It is easy to be a slave when time is limitless,
When moods are cheery
Smiles abundant, Fantasies rich
Touches vibrant.

It is not easy to be a slave when schedules don't mesh,
Personal growth causes distress
Distractions abound, Reality hits.

Touches become
Infrequent
Clingy, needy, urgent,
Rushed, interrupted.

This is when the depth of a slave is tested.
My she-sleen is patient, nurturing, attentive
Adoring, loving, laughing,
Smiling, with sure footed
Service and swaying hips.

It happens to all relationships.
When life becomes difficult and time
Becomes all the more treasured
When it is difficult to arrange
Schedules

I know which side of the fence my slave
Kneels on
When this happens.

signed, A blessed Mistress, who knows it.

Love and Remembrance

During this time, I think of you.
Treats, hugs, whispered secrets,
delightful moments shared.
Wishes that time could back up
and hurts vanish into thin air.
A gap is left behind that no other can fill.
Heartache that forever tugs and reminds.

Seasons come and seasons go as surely
as day follows night.
Hearts mend. Bad feelings lose their edge and
Sweet memories abide.
Not a moment would I change,
Except to add more.
More treats,
more hugs,
more whispered secrets,
and more delightful moments shared.

lissa