| To Serve by dynamoon{D1} I am presently collared by the most wonderful Master in the world. I wrote this piece for my Master during a time when I'd been bad and had to get it out of my system so I could focus once more on my position and my love to serve. If you wish to print it on your page please feel free to do so. Perhaps it will help another submissive focus on her heart. --deeann Sometimes through misty clouded eyes, a slave girl looks to see >what her future will be. Her vision blurred by her tears of fear, love and devotion. She reaches up and feels the steel around her neck with her quivering fingers, and her eyes focus on her Master. She knows He's the one who holds her future. He's the one who controls her heart, her thoughts, her body. Her mind races as she wonders if she'll please Him and feel His loving caresses and see Him smile, or will the things she does displease Him and the only kiss she'll feel will be that of His whip. A slave girl's heart sinks deep in her chest as she tries to focus upon her future, desiring to always please, always be a reflection of her love and devotion. Her heart beats furiously as she feels the coldness of the never ending steel around her neck. She knows that at times she will not please her Master. She banishes the thought from of her mind, focusing on the thoughts she knows please Him. Service to Him with no questions asked, no hesitation, unconditional love, devotion, adoration, trust, and respect brings her spirit to life. Her heart flutters as she focuses her eyes on her Master's happiness, knowing that in His happiness and joy, she's fulfilled. Through His hands, all her dreams, hopes and desires will be hers as a gift from >her Master if she's found pleasing in His eyes. A knot forms in her belly as her mind races, her thoughts rage, her focus is distracted by the trembling of her body, by her fears surfacing, washing over her like an ocean riptide. She knows that all she does, her actions, her speech, her service becomes a direct reflection of her Master. Can she be the slave she wants to be and know her Master's desires? Her eyes mist again, and she drops her focus from her Master to the floor before Him. She knows her actions have displeased Him. Her thoughts run rampant as she thinks of what she should have done differently, why she behaved as she did. Her belly burns as her focus moves from her Master to herself and her displeasing actions. She feels a soft tug on the steel around her neck. Warm breath brushes across her cheek and words are whispered in her ear. "Where are you, girl?" She raises her head and looks at her Master, her eyes drawn by his voice, her focus returning to the face before her. "Your slave is here, Master, at your feet. May your slave serve you, my Master?" She sees the slightest smile caress His lips. Her heart jumps, and she focuses her eyes on the expressions of his face. Her muscles>surge with energy, ready to leap to serve Him in all he desires. His voice in a tone she cannot define speaks to her, "Serve me, girl, with your stillness and quietness." She smiles, whispers, "Yes, Master," and kneels silently at his feet, her eyes never wavering again from her Master, his pleasure, and the future he offers. Her soul climbs inwardly and rejoices in silence as her entire being is focused on her Master. |