Eclectic Submission

My Hands are Tied

2009-10-28T21:02:00.000-07:00

It has been almost two years since I've been able to practice D/s in any real shape or form.

I have tried...believe me...but it's not something I can just metamorphosis's at my every whim.

In fact, the more I try to bring it to me, the further away it seems to be.

I don't know how to do it half way.

For me...D/s has to be all of the way - or none at all.

I want to live it, 24/7, no matter what the situation.

But I can't.

My hands are tied.

Who Am I?

2009-04-09T21:32:00.000-07:00

It's a full moon...and I haven't even seen it.

It's 9:30pm and I am exhausted and anxious, as usual.

I try to remember back - to that short period of time where I felt... peaceful. Why did I feel so good?

It was about a year ago, exactly, when I felt the most absolutely SURE about everything that I was doing.

I was sooooo in touch my my self, with my needs, my instincts, my decisions.

I was balanced...and healing.

I mean, I knew I was no where near being completely healed but I was on my way...for sure...I was getting closer. I was inspired by life and all of the opportunities laid before me.

I felt hopeful and positive, even though I didn't know where my next dollar would come from.

I felt free, and open, and ready to experience what life threw my way.

But I don't feel that anymore, and I have no idea why.

Is it my new, daily grind? The one that has me on the road for three hours a day and then 9 hours o, "sucking the life right out of me" that does it? I can't forget that "all I wished for" was a regular gig, a job that was secure, that gave me benefits and some sense of doing something good." And that's what I have...but...

Is it the fact that I feel completely tired, exhausted even, most of the time?

I don't mean just at night either, I mean, straight up, every day, all day, and night, long.

I am just plain old tired.

I feel old.

I feel restless.

I feel untrue.

I feel scared.

Fear has always been a great motivator for me and frankly, I thought I was done with that mind set. But here I am again, as if the last three years had never even happened.

I'm afraid to follow my heart....

Even though I know it's a good thing, and a loving thing.

I know that I don't love any less for wanting what I want.

I know that I don't love any less, for not wanting what I have now.

but I don't know what I want...

She's gone....

Who am I?

2009-04-02T22:35:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I just feel love... and it feels SO dam good.

Considering that most of the time, I feel, well...less than love, in the moments that it washes over me - intense, true, unconditional; I feel overwhelmed by it.

Who would have thought that this much desire to stay around someone was even possible?

Not me... not in a million years.

Now I know that it's true...that when one least expects, she should expect it.

The best laid plans are spontaneous and I'm about to combust.

The Hourglass

2009-04-01T22:54:00.001-07:00

If only the quiet kept my mind still

But there is so very little

time, to be quiet.

And there is rarely a time

to be still... anymore.

But everyone needs it!

Yet no one understands

why I might.

No one seems to get it,

or to care, I guess.

But DAMMIT - my MIND races a thousand miles forward

and I need a fucking break from it.

It tells me things that I don't want to know...

Should I listen???

Should I let it speak?

If I listened to my instinct

we probably wouldn't be having this conversation.

In the meantime...

I just wait...

and think.

Get On With It!

2009-03-26T22:10:00.000-07:00

Okay...I think I'm done living in the past.

I suppose I needed to do so for awhile, but "awhile" is long gone, and now it's time to get on with it!

Yes it's true - there is no way on earth that I can stay away from the lifestyle entirely. "The lifestyle", meaning, anything other than ordinary.

Sometimes I feel guilty about it, as if my living against the grain is somehow wrong or immoral. As if I am "bad" for wanting something different from the status quo.

But then I remember that, "There is no such thing as good or bad, there just is." (Words from the Wise)

From here...I want to go to places that I've never been..........

-A life that encompasses my core beliefs

Yet ...

- A life that does not encompass my core beliefs, but teaches me new ones

- A life with little stress and complication

Yet ...

- A life full of new discovery and learning

-A D/s world

But also...

-An equal partnership

- Love

- Loyalty

- Honesty

(To myself, to others and from others)

- A place where I can be myself

- A "self" that I am proud of - in almost all ways

I have a lot of work to do, so...

Possessed by D/s

2009-03-12T16:07:00.000-07:00

When I was in submission 24/7, I would wake and sleep to thoughts of the One that I was with.

In the morning, I wouldn’t dream of sleeping in too late, being late for work, or skipping the crunches that he had prescribed in my physical-evolution program because doing those things wouldn’t be what was best for us.

I made sure to dress with Him in mind also…wearing things that I thought he might approve of and adding an accessory that would remind me of my service throughout the day.

Since he was in charge of my sexual pleasure… when, where, how and with whom I was able to release… I was almost constantly in a state of sexual frustration, which to me is a very creative and exciting state to be in. I actually enjoy a little "hunger", a little...desperation because of how well it lends itself to creating a state of, "vibrating at a higher frequency".

After work, he would either request my presence or tell me goodnight, in which case, I would do my own thing, until it was again time obey by going to bed no later than the curfew that he insisted upon.

When he asked me to come to him, we had a lovely, ritualistic, way of greeting that I used to deeply crave.

I would walk in to the house and remove my shoes, tiptoe up to the second-floor-rope room, see him, smile and then kneel, bow down, and rest my hands and forehead on his feet or legs.

He would lay his hand on my head and stroke my hair, touching my face at times. We were completely silent, but he made me feel like the most prized possession in the moment.

It was a nice feeling.

Primal me

2009-03-11T10:55:00.000-07:00

I spent years cultivating a lifestyle that was based on my own, unique, belief systems and now, after only 12 short months, it feels like all that I had become and everything that I’d accomplished (within myself) has completely come undone.

I miss my D/s. I miss who I was and I especially miss the way that I felt.

I miss, “vibrating at a higher level.”

For me, D/s is not simply a relationship style, a hardcore-kink or some masochistic fantasy. It is not a way to grab attention or to feed my ego, nor is it a silly game of role-play that I engage in when I feel particularly “giving.”

For me…D/s seems to be a basic, primal need and in its absence I feel as though I am living only half a life, perhaps due to the fact that D/s is impossible to experience singularly.

Much of the time now, even though I am happy in so many areas, at the very core I feel dry and uninspired, low and mousy, boring and void, regular…vanilla…blah.

I feel like I’m just skimming the surface of everything that I do now, whereas before, when deeply immersed in the exploration of “self”, of relationships, of power and sex and passion, and sacrifice, not to mention experiencing so many of those miraculous states of being that D/s can bring us to… I felt like I was living on high, 24/7.

My life used to feel like human-potential realized, like total balance and most importantly, when in submission, I felt like I was being true to my basic, human instinct (or at least striving to be).

Think Before You Sow

2009-03-07T00:42:00.000-08:00

Every once in awhile I get these strange glimpses of knowledge, these epiphanies or moments of "knowing" that seem to spring from nowhere...I mean, they literally catch me off guard, when I least expect them and when I am in no form "looking" for them... and suddenly...there they are! (Did I say Spring?)

It's funny because these bits of knowledge seem to be completely random and exactly what I have been waiting for in the moment in which they appear, but after a few attempts at repeating them (to myself or others)these lessons start to sound like the most obvious things in the world.

Are they obvious to everyone? Or are they strictly meant for me, like a sort of, personal realization, that was meant for me to understand at that precise moment?

Regardless, the realization was big to me, and frankly...I am glad to be contemplating anything other than my daily commute.

An old metaphor that I love to use (and used on my ex for years before we parted)is the one about, "tending to one's garden" and how it takes work and attention to make one's garden grow.

The twist is: When one is diligent in the tending of their garden, when she is focused on nurturing it to the point in which it will last and grow, then she must also be aware that with each tiny little growth comes a wee bit more responsibility.

With each new branch, or season, comes more personal investment, more time, and yes, more effort to keep it flourishing.

I used to see only the small picture...like those people that adopt pets without considering their ability to truly train, care for, spend time with and afford the pet.

I dreamt of a garden, and I worked diligently to get it started and then to nurture it and see it grow...and for some odd reason I imagined that once the seed was firmly planted that it would be smooth sailing from that point on.

Little did I know that the real work would begin here.

Circle Dancing: Part 2

2008-05-19T10:20:00.012-07:00

The Nod

(1)

I fell in love for the first time when I was 18, or at least it felt like what people had described to me as love. A burning desire, passionate arguments, extreme uncertainty and of course, lots of tears.

I dreamt of sleeping next to him, forever curled in to the curve of his spine, slow dancing to romantic love songs and making love next to a fireplace, in a cabin that we would build somewhere far, far away.

He was what I called a, “simple” man, a gentle man, a shy boy, a sweet soul, almost ten years my senior but hardly noticeable, for we seemed as intellectually matched as any other couple I knew.

After a year of dating I became pregnant, supposedly by accident, although, even at the young age of 18, I was already quite aware of the “secret” that all women must instinctively know; there is no such thing as becoming pregnant by accident.

I was overjoyed, glowing and extremely triumphant when he agreed to the shot gun wedding.

He moved me in to the “guest house” that he occupied in his mom & dad’s home (a smallish, studio type bedroom with it’s own entrance and bathroom, expertly designed by parents who knew their kids would never leave home), and we were on our way to living Happily Ever After…happy, that is, until life and my naïve visions of romance took a horribly unforeseen turn.

(2)

It was a Friday afternoon when the call came in to my work. Excitedly, I ran to answer it, knowing that our regular Friday evening of board games and dinner out with our best friends was only a few hours away.

“Hello!” I answered, practically singing the words in to the receiver, and it was him, as I had expected, only, it didn’t really sound like him.

“What’s wrong?” I said, concerned.

He kind of laughed, a nervous sort of sound that most assuredly escaped from his lips without his knowledge, “I… I’m in a little bit of trouble” he stated uncomfortably, albeit, sort of lightly as well.

“Okayyyy….” I said, “Well…what happened?”

The only things that he had time to say, before being forced off the phone, were that he was “in a lot of trouble” and that it was “bad.”

My hands were shaking as I rushed to my car. I could tell by his voice and actions that something terrible had happened; only I had no idea what it could be...

Did he get caught smoking pot at work?

Was he selling weed?

Did he…god forbid, did he pick up a hooker and “counsel” her like he said that he did sometimes?

My mind raced as I drove at a snails pace on a crowded, rush hour freeway.

After a few minutes on the road, thanks to the 5 o’clock news break on the radio, I got my answer…

Los Angeles and Orange County police departments congratulated themselves today on a job well done. By working together they were able to successfully capture and arrest the man believed to be responsible for the Serial Sexual Assault spree in both counties. Over the last 12 months, the knife wielding bandit is said to have assaulted some 25 women. The charges range from petty theft and assault with a deadly weapon, to indecent exposure, aggravated sexual assault and rape. One of the victims may have been under the age of 18 at the time of the crime.

When the news woman said his name and the city that we lived in, I had to pull over.

I don’t remember much more about that day…except that I went to my parent’s house and slept at the foot of their bed. In fact, I slept at the foot of their bed for the remainder of my pregnancy, which was a long and uncomfortable 7 months on the floor, but I simply could not be anywhere else. I slept there, mostly in the fetal position, as much as I possibly could. (I am amazed now that my mom and dad never said a WORD about the unusual sleeping arrangements, especially since they had two perfectly good bedrooms that went unoccupied).

I do, however, remember going to see my fiancé when he was first arrested and still in the holding cell.

I, of course, could not believe any of the accusations, and was prepared to stand by him and do whatever it took to secure justice, but out of some strange kindness of his heart, or perhaps just his selfish desire to be rid of me and the responsibility that I carried, safely in my bulging belly, he was able to give me a true Gift...a gift of Truth.

Knowing this truth allowed me to begin the process of permanent change, grief, loss and whatever else goes along with the knowledge that one has been sleeping with, has been in love with, and is having the baby of, the enemy.

No words were spoken between us, for that would have been overheard by the numerous men in blue, waiting for a morsel of confession. Instead, he simply looked at me, with a sickly glaze creeping over his defeated eyes…and nodded.

Twelve months later he was found guilty on all counts and sentenced to 75 years in prison, with the possibility of parole in no less than 35 years.

-pia

Circle Dancing Part 1: Hold On

A Lovers Prayer

2008-05-14T09:49:00.003-07:00

Art: Ancient Dream Girl

Allow, give up our hearts

come lover, take us home

Guide we two our mind

bind we two our soul...

Tranquil glowing mist

surround thee dream of flame

Release beneath my kiss

spill forth eternal pain...

Alive inside a hand

curled fist in lustful throw

Denounce the last goodbye

come lover, say hello.

-pia

The Little Things

2008-05-07T14:46:00.003-07:00

The couple meets at home after spending the day apart.

He sits in his chair while she kneels at his feet, taking off his shoes in silence.

His hand sets firmly on her head, then caresses her face, strokes her hair.

She sits between his legs, closes her eyes and rests her head in his lap…content, satiated, purring.

They spend a few minutes like this every evening… solace, to quiet the mind, touch, to bond the spirit and trust in the knowledge that this very same ritual will be performed again the next day.

It is their way of refocusing on the importance of the union and a gift given to one another, in honor of the way that they feel.

It is an acknowledgement that reestablishes each partner’s commitment to the greater good of both.

In my D/s... it’s the little things that make all the difference.

-pia

The D/s Discussion Returns

2008-05-06T11:41:00.009-07:00

Please join me while hosting my first Live BDSM/D/s discussion panel for The Erotic Masque.

I hope to see you there and look forward to hearing your personal stories and opinions...

Wed. May 7th, 8pm - Pacific Standard Time

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This week's topic:

Master Minds
A Peek Inside the Dominant Psyche

For the Dominant Ones:

How does participating in D/s make you feel?

What do you get out of Your D/s physically,

emotionally and/or mentally?

Open Discussion:

Do you think that people who prefer to Lead/Top/Dominate have distinctly different qualities than those who do not?

(Other than Dominance of course)

Preview Poll

for submissives/slaves/bottoms/Anyone:

At a gathering you see a Dominant in the center of the room, surrounded by admiring slaves of all forms and types. He/She expertly keeps them all in line with firm and demanding control while systematically (perhaps unconsciously)

stealing the thunder from the rest of the guests.

You also see a Dominant in the background,

quiet yet watchful, alone, yet exuding a rare confidence.

This one does not appear to enjoy the draw of attention.

Which Dominant do you most prefer/are drawn to and why?

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Circle Dancing: Part 1

2008-04-30T14:54:00.005-07:00

Hold On

I want to start at the beginning of this story for two reasons:

1) It’s relevant.

But more importantly it is because the beginning is all that I can count on, all that I know without a doubt has already happened. Where it ends, on the other hand, is something that I may not be privy to.

“You Got Stuck in a Moment, and You Can’t Get Out of It” -Bono

I won’t go too far back in to my childhood except to say that I was raised in Southern California, in an upper middle class, predominantly white neighborhood, by two typical, middle class baby boomers who had material tastes and the unfortunate chore of forging their way through the new, modern society, where women were equal to men in all things and were suddenly required to prove it.

In other words, my mom and dad both worked, a lot, to provide them (I mean us) with what they considered to be the finer things in life.

It was a fairly “normal” childhood I suppose, and somewhat benign, as I do not remember my parents being much of an influence in my life until I was much older. But they had fun, and we had nice cars and a great zip code, so I, for one, am not complaining.

I was raised mostly by my only sibling, a brother, older by two years, and the one given the responsibility of me most of the time.

Luckily… he has always been the more logical of the two of us because if the tables had been turned I imagine our futures may have included tragic results.

My life didn’t really begin until after my 18th birthday, as I spent the previous years in the living hell of a teenage-imposed mind-prison, both self imposed and by the impositions of what seemed liked a cruel and vain world.

I was tall, or “big”, to use a child’s words, which didn’t bode well for my social status in elementary school, or junior high for that matter.

In 6th grade I looked like my best friend’s baby sitter, 5’6, with hair, boobs and all that goes with it. I know that’s hard to believe for the people that know me now, considering I didn’t have the luxury of actually growing after the 6th grade (I am still 5’6) but its true never-the-less.

I had seriously curly hair, a rat’s nest that my mother had no idea how to tame, style, brush or even wash for that matter. It wasn’t her fault, but in truth, I am still pissed off that she let me walk around like that. (Perhaps my mother was secretly angry with me for not being someone that she could make pretty?) Why wasn’t I mad at my dad too?

Curly hair, on dark olive skin (skin so dry I can still see the white chalky lines on my legs), green eyes (always downcast from extreme insecurity – or was it… shame?) and an altogether big, uncomfortable, clumsy, mess.

I was out of place in my shell, 24 hours a day and it deeply affected me, in ways that I dislike to remember now.

Needless to say, I hated every, single, solitary moment of being a child, but oh my God how I've loved becoming an adult!

Growing pains and all, I have been a much happier person in my adult skin than at any time before. I wish all teenagers (and older for that matter) knew how much better they might feel, be and live, if they could just hold on… just a little bit longer.

-pia

An Unconditional Surrender

2008-04-19T20:20:00.004-07:00

Shortly after my son was born I realized that I had never experienced unconditional love. In fact, it wasn't until I was graced with the overwhelming, all-consuming emotion that a mother feels for her child, that I even knew such a thing existed.

So while I am fully certain that I can and DO love some people in my life unconditionally, I am not as certain that I truly comprehend the implications of an "unconditional" relationship.

I consulted Websters first, just to get a clear and precise picture of the word:

1. Not limited by conditions; absolute.

2. Not contingent; not determined or influenced by someone or something else

as in an unconditional surrender.

On the surface this seems totally straight forward. Simply live and let live, don't expect anything and fully enjoy each person in your life, at the time that you are with them.

Simple...but...not always easy.

It also implies that the relationship would be totally open, each person remaining autonomous yet, coming together at some point to share their lives in whatever way they determine.

Am I getting closer?

It means that you never have to become a "couple", acting and living as if two people are only one person.

Issues still come up and would have to addressed but those issues are separate from the unconditional part. Those issues would be issues no matter what.

So then, does it just come down to monogamy, marriage and/or tradition?

Does the part of the "unconditional" that I struggle with have anything to do with preconceived notions about love and relationships, or insecurity about non-monogamy, or feeling that "I" am not getting enough attention or time with my partner?

Hmmm... it seems I have understood the concept of an unconditional relationship the entire time.

Dealing with all of this other programming is the real issue.

Great...

-pia

In Honor of my Sensei, Mark Yu

2008-04-17T19:29:00.006-07:00

"He's the kind of (Man) you want so much it makes you sorry, still you don't regret a single day."

- The Beatles

It took me a long time to end up here, at square one, but as my Sensei always says, "right here and right now IS perfection."

What I think he means is that we are always in exactly the perfect moment, no matter what/where that moment happens to be.

For me, right here and now, is a moment of gratitude in extreme proportion, and most of that gratitude is possible because of the time that I spent in Austin with my Sensei.

I could go on for days, or longer, about his magical qualities or even about the experiences that I was able to "feel" during my time as one of his local submissives, but for today, I wish only to speak of the actual things that my Sensei gave to me..."things" meaning...not "things" at all:

From the seemingly basic: Breathing; Stretching; Exercise; Keeping my mouth shut; Disengaging from my previous activities; How to hold my self; Which Chinese herbs to take; Thought patterns and more...

Came: Mindfulness; Meditation; Weight Loss; A Calmer Mind; Active Listening; More Balance; Self Observation; Awareness; Priceless lessons in ego, pride, jealousy, self pity and then some.

From His example, he taught me about what it looks like to be truly "evolved" as a human being. About honesty, and how pleading "good intentions" is not an excuse. About self creation, or, taking responsibility for each and every thing that "happens" in our lives.

He taught me little things that go a LONG way in this world...such as making a perfect martini, how to cut a vegetable for any occasion, being Green, walking lightly, being demure and/or graceful (or trying to!) and about giving from a place of sacrifice, from a place that does not want nor expect anything in return.

And my Sensei did HUGE things for me... such as saving my life, more than once, in a most literal way.

Because of Him, and only him, I am vibrating at a higher level (as I wanted to be), I have begun to be more comfortable in my own skin, I have more self-confidence and I feel extremely blessed. I feel special and loved, I feel like I was touched by something, by someone, almost mystical. In fact, I know I was.

My Sensei... our Sensei, taught me how to share, how to love and how to be free.

I may not manifest these profound changes in me all at once, and I have been known to backslide a bit, but regardless of how far away I am physically, I will continue to practice his lessons, perform his tasks and listen to his wisdom. I owe him and myself at least that much.

While I can never-ever repay this life debt directly to you Sensei, I vow to use what you have given me to it's fullest and best use.

I look forward to this next phase of our lives, and staying close to You - always.

Forever Grateful,

-Pia

It's Big. It's Long. It's Fast.

2008-04-16T19:25:00.004-07:00

Open Roads
Texas that is...

200 miles on a back country road before ever making it to the 10. Then, almost 600 more miles to make it across the state line,(and I started in the middle!) with a view of nothing but the Texas flatland, brown, dry and never-ending bush as far as the eye can see.

The good news:

I saw a billboard that read, "If you die today, will you go to hell?" Or was it, "You WILL go to hell?" (I should have taken a picture)

AND

The 10 Freeway (or Highway?)all across Texas has an 80 mile per hour speed limit! Nice.

2008-04-13T18:21:00.001-07:00

Unkind and disingenuous

a liar of emotion

someone who could never be open

a mother

who cannot trust.

And who does she think she is?

pitting him against me,

drowing in self pity

straight faced and heavy jawed.

She makes me sick sometimes

with her needless whining,

that only shows up in certain company.

She is such a fraud...

and i hate everything about her

that resembles anything about me.

I expected more

and I shouldn't have

she is only a human being after all

clueless to her own participation

to her own hatred and selfish greed.

She has no idea the levels to which she feels envious

and scorned -

a bitter woman

Soul Art

2008-04-12T23:23:00.011-07:00

Painting byLord Fredrick Leighton

How he understands my soul

he could write of me a song

he could sing of me, a ballad

pen verse to linger on...

In the quiet of his kiss

with a fiercely knowing gaze

he could write of me a book

and could read of me for days.

How he captivates my mind

I could paint of him some art

I could hang it on a wall,

where I'd sleep beneath his heart.

A tremendous flowing tide

rush forth the rivers flow

in a sweet unspoken rhyme

he is the artist of my soul.

-kyuuri

Steps

2008-04-11T17:52:00.005-07:00

And the day came without fury -

And the day came without flame -

pierce soul of flying arrows

follow the lovers way.

Follow the lonely moan,

and the silent shivered hush

of a heart as sweet as roses

spill forth her melting snow -

sprinkle me your salt

solace me your baby

touch me words renew

wrestle me your courage.

-kyuuri

DECISIONS

2008-04-04T11:34:00.003-07:00

Make them and move on...

Blind

2008-04-02T20:07:00.007-07:00

Wang Weide

I think I am going to end up like Bukowski

or Kerouac

or Janis

Elvis…

There is something significant about that statement

but sadly,

I don’t know what it is.

I don’t know HOW to feel,

or HOW to tell the truth.

I don’t know HOW to think

without my brainwashing.

I used to feel so significant,

like everything I touched turned to gold…

and now -

I am overcoming tradition,

and custom,

and prejudice,

and lies.

I am through with mourning...

What greater loss could there be,

than grieving an entire country?

-kyuuri

Love Thy Neighbor

2008-04-02T19:55:00.000-07:00

Sandro Botticelli, The Birth of Venus, 1480

From where does one draw substance,

awaken vision?

In this cosmetic, cursory life

aren't most of us

missing the point?

Or am I one of the few,

perhaps the minority,

who thinks that maybe,

just maybe...

the Evolution of man (and woman)

begins and ends

with nothing larger (or smaller)

than Love.

(But if anyone ever figured it out, my God! How we would lament)

Can you imagine if the vast nuance, influence and supremacy of Love, (and it's opposite) were the only Great Mystery of the Universe?

Then what?

-kyuuri

Two Blue Dancers

2008-04-01T23:43:00.019-07:00

Absence
Morning gone
Her supine pose

Reflected
His eyes connect
She mumbles

Words break
Stillness, quiet
Those beautiful faces

The good dorei
Biding her time
Patiently

Yearning
His safe return
Before her cage

Steady shame
Vast allegiance
Unspoken code

The agreement
Three hearts deep
Ten ocean's thick

Builds
The bridge
To home awaiting

His
Two
"blue" dancers.

-kyuuri

Negotiation is an Art Form

2008-04-01T15:24:00.003-07:00

A little levity for my Sensei, who taught me everything I know!

Thank you!
pia

Real Vitality

2008-03-27T21:56:00.006-07:00

Kinbaku Art by Trevor Brown

There is no false awakening…

I am awake

and I am free.

Free, to be what I wish

and for me

the wish is simple…

I wish to be Your student,

unfound and not yet molded…

I wish to be your slave,

to be bound, kept and owned by Your taking of me.

I wish to be Yours,

in however you desire.

I wish to give more than

a Master would require…

I lay down my “self”

in true observance

of what we strive to be -

To create,

to destroy,

and

to experience…

Real

Vitality

-kyuuri