DISCIPLINE
The most common slave fantasy is probably of being punished, but i think the erotic charge of this is really a metaphor for discipline, which is not the same as punishment. Discipline is controlled behavior; punishment is simply a means, and often not a very good one, of achieving discipline. Just as slaves need to obey, we need to follow rules and to push ourselves to live up to some ideal. i think every (voluntary) slave wants to be “the perfect slave” in some sense, and we need — as much as we need air and water — someone to hold out that ideal before us and challenge us to live up to it, even knowing that we’ll never actually achieve it.

If it were easy to be a slave, if anyone could do it, what would be the point? If there were no sacrifice involved, if it required nothing “above and beyond” ordinary life as a bottom-oriented leatherman or leatherdyke, why bother?

The Master is an artist , His slave the clay, with the whip He will shape her , with humility He will mold her, Some will admire her, But only the Master, not even the slave, will know her true beauty, for her true beauty lies in her love and devotion for her Master.

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Submission depends on the individual’s ability to align his will with that of the dominant and use his intelligence to fulfill her wishes gracefully and efficiently. — Christina Abernathy

Submission depends on the individual’s ability to align his will with that of the dominant and use his intelligence to fulfill her wishes gracefully and efficiently. — Christina Abernathy

With higher intelligence comes an awareness of the complexity of the world, and from this awareness arises a sense of mystery, wonder. Superstition is the dark side of wonder. Creatures with simple animal intelligence fear only real things, such as their natural predators. But those of us who have higher cognitive abilities are able to torture ourselves with an infinite menagerie of imaginary threats: ghosts and goblins and vampires and brain-eating extraterrestrials. Worse, we find it difficult not to dwell on the most terrifying two words in any language, even in monkey talk: what if … –Dean Koontz,Seize the Night

Life truism
You can’t fix yourself
by breaking someone else

Life truism

You can’t fix yourself

by breaking someone else

Sometimes letting goIs the only way to love youHere’s to your freedomAnd hope that you are true

Sometimes when I hurtThere’s a smile on your lipsI’ll never tell you darlingHow much I need your kiss
I’ll smile through my fearAnd love you all I canWatching you flyI’ll try to understand
Loving you from a distanceOh, God, let it be trueLet there be a dayWhen you say I Love You
You see it in my eyesAnd I can feel your painIt’s going to take some timeFor you to love again
I want to say I’ll waitBut I’m not a child nowI know that there are shadowsI’ll be loved somehow
I pray that it’s your armsThat I find my happinessBut how long do I waitLoving from a distance

Sometimes letting go
Is the only way to love you
Here’s to your freedom
And hope that you are true

Sometimes when I hurt
There’s a smile on your lips
I’ll never tell you darling
How much I need your kiss

I’ll smile through my fear
And love you all I can
Watching you fly
I’ll try to understand

Loving you from a distance
Oh, God, let it be true
Let there be a day
When you say I Love You

You see it in my eyes
And I can feel your pain
It’s going to take some time
For you to love again

I want to say I’ll wait
But I’m not a child now
I know that there are shadows
I’ll be loved somehow

I pray that it’s your arms
That I find my happiness
But how long do I wait
Loving from a distance

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Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.  Second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience.

Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.  Second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience.

We have a soul at times..that is non-stop

  We have a soul at times. No one’s got it non-stop, for keeps. Day after day,

We have a soul at times..that is non-stop

  We have a soul at times. No one’s got it non-stop, for keeps. Day after day,

The wife song by Tim Hawkins

sage words here Tim

“Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman’s womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, tobe. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her.” ― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

“Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman’s womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, tobe. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her.” 
― Anaïs NinThe Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.” ― Anaïs Nin

“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.” 
― Anaïs Nin

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.” 
― Anaïs Nin

The Marquis de Sade said, “One must do violence to the object of one’s desire; when it surrenders the pleasure is greater.” But in the consensual and loving D/s dance everything is backward from de Sade’s point of view. In our case, the surrender comes before the “violence”. We surrender our will first then set about playing with the ratios afterward. And sometimes those ratios can be extreme.
~ For The Love of a Submissive
From the essay "Asserting Ownership - Ratio"

The Marquis de Sade said, “One must do violence to the object of one’s desire; when it surrenders the pleasure is greater.” But in the consensual and loving D/s dance everything is backward from de Sade’s point of view. In our case, the surrender comes before the “violence”. We surrender our will first then set about playing with the ratios afterward. And sometimes those ratios can be extreme.

~ For The Love of a Submissive

From the essay "Asserting Ownership - Ratio"

From her erotic anticipation journal:
 Bound, blindfolded and alone. I lose sense of time. I float in and out of consciousnesses. I feel the whisper of a touch. Suddenly every nerve is ablaze with life.
From her erotic anticipation journal:
 Bound, blindfolded and alone. I lose sense of time. I float in and out of consciousnesses. I feel the whisper of a touch. Suddenly every nerve is ablaze with life.