Yellow.
Some say it is a color of cowards. To be yellow meant you would flee when the going got tough. You lacked courage, determination, persistence.
Others might say it is the hue of joy. No one can frown when seeing a daffodil, the soft down of a duckling, or a crayon-colored bright sun.
Yellow is a place, a possibility, a “Here be Dragons” spot on our pleasure map.
It means He has brought me farther, further than my shifting boundaries had declared.
i am a writhing, gasping bundle of sensation. One more lash than expected. One tighter knot pulling limbs into a more obscene display than yesterday. One further notch in the gag.
And i don’t know if i can find my way back.
But i don’t wish to stop, either.
Yellow is a new adventure about to begin, if only i can catch my breath at the top of the heady, roller-coaster summit before the first plunge.
He is kind, above all of His other qualities. He pauses. He never wishes to hear “red” and so He waits for me, tends to me, reassures me.
And we journey forward, again.
Rule 32: The safeword given to me by my Master can be spoken at any time-even when i have been told to be silent. If i am not able to verbalize it – i trust my Master will show me how i can express it. Safewords are for my protection as well as His. i must be careful not to take more than i can handle, as He will need to know when to stop from getting carried away with His own passions – so that i may be prepared over time to endure more for Him.
