The planks were fitted together in a commanding “X”.
While it stood in a corner of the loft, it demanded the attention of all who passed by, who searched for the next vision of pleasure and pain.
They could look from below, eyes to the heavens that resided just above them or they could take the more courageous steps to draw nearer.
And when they did, they could sit comfortably, settling in to see one who was anything but comfortable.
He stretched my arms up, up to the fasteners at either side of the top pieces, and my skin made contact with the unyielding wood.
As my body pressed ever closer to the cross, He commanded me to spread my legs.
As each ankle was affixed, my bondage was complete.
A strange thought entered my mind…about a Savior, a martyr.
i had been taught that it wasn’t the nails or any other restraint that held the Sacred Soul there…it was Love.
And i was reminded that it was indeed true.
For me, too.
Rule 44: i shall never think of myself as a weak person for it takes a strong female to commit to the drive inside me, to serve, to obey and to please a Master. i too have responsibilities and as natural as they may seem to me it is important that i use all of my faculties including my creative spirit to submit to a Master in a unique fashion personal to my relationship with Him.
