Thoughts

Hello everyone

just wanted to say my thoughts and prayers are with you all on the other side of the world...hopefully you are all safe and sound.

Love
blossom xx

Free

This was shared with this girl from a  tumblr site and well it expresses so well how this girl feels and thought it may resonate with a few of you...smiles

I am free

Sir asked me to sit on the floor here.

I don’t know why, I don’t know for how long.

In the past I might have asked.

Or I might have been curious.

But not anymore…

Sir has erected unseen boundaries around me.

It’s incredibly safe and secure in there.

There’s plenty of space, it’s not constraining at all.

The day I experienced the first taste of pure freedom,

Was when I submitted fully and finally gave him everything.

Everything.

And I mean… everything.

Then he knew the darkest parts of me.

 I had nothing left, nothing hidden.

I was empty, a shell.

But it also meant I now had nothing to lose…

And Sir did an amazing thing.

A simple thing.

But it made all the difference:

He accepted me.

His love didn’t diminish one iota.

He accepted me. Dark parts, ugly parts, flaws, and all.

That was the day my eyes opened.

That was the day I finally understood the true freedom of submission.

It rang like a bell.

Then I was no longer empty, no longer a shell.

I began to fill up.

Fill up with him.

I am his possession, I have no problem saying it.

But it’s more than that: He possesses me.

See the distinction?

Don’t think I’m an automaton, though.

I have my own interests.

I go out with my friends.

I have a life.

But I always return to his domain.

And when I do, I give up everything.

It’s easy now.

Like coming in from the cold, slipping off your coat,

And entering a warm comfortable room.

The freedom, oh the freedom!

It’s almost a physical feeling that comes over me.

Not holding on to anything.

Letting everything drop, letting everything go.

I am filled with him. Only him. Everything him.

Inside his walls, his world, his domain, I am free.

I can be the way I truly want to be.

People don’t seem to understand this, but:

I don’t serve him, I give to him.

Not because he makes me, but because I want to.

He uses me in any way he pleases,

Because I gave myself to him.

Freely.

Sir asked me to sit on the floor here.

I don’t know why, I don’t know for how long.

In the past I might have asked.

Or I might have been curious.

But not anymore…

Now I wait for him. Simply wait and nothing else.

And it fills me with indescribable joy to do so.

Because I am in his world.

Because I am free.

Just beautiful

Just beautiful...i would love nothing more than to sit by that tree in the arms of a certain Master...sighs

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In His hands

This little poem says so much.....

In His hands she found discipline

In His hands she found pain

In His hands she found pleasure

In His hands she found passion

In His hands she found tenderness

In His hands she found acceptance

In His hands she found submission

In His hands she found freedom

In His hands she found fear and respect

In His hands she found love and selflessness

In His hands she found her self

In His hands she found her thirsts and hungers were quenched 

In Her He found even more…