If You Care To Find Me, Look To The Western Sky...

Finally loving myself, letting myself fly and grow and know it’s ok to love wholeheartedly 

I get online and start checking my msgs and I have a msg very early this morning, it cam from a new dom.  He was saying Hi, new to the site, etc. I being a polite person I replied back with hello, said that he should read profiles and perhaps have one himself, instead of a completely blank. He replied shortly saying that the only reason he msgd me was that he was horny and I was online. EWWW, No no not the place for that. If you are wanting to get off, head over to other sites out there.

I shook my head

warm yet cold

Soft yet hard

the chain coils itself around my heart securing its links. Binding tight with the strength it bares.

As I sleep the ever so cold metal coils to my breasts, tempering to me. My warmth becomes its heat 

the links nestle against my heart, burrowing deeply, attaching itself to me, to never be more than 32 links apart.

the flesh of softness and desire, the metal of coldness and strength , together as one  

I carry the marks with devotion and grace

need I say more

when doubt is lifted, the collar in more secure.

when fear is gone, the leash is more freeing 

   With beauty, and grace I grow and fly, for this is freedom. 

Soft gentle breeze drifts through my window, the sound of morning doves singing from the branches near.

I roll and find his warmth, my fingers travel slowly across his skin. his hand covering mine as he pulls me in close.

The light kiss placed on my forehead, as I nuzzle into his neck, breathing him into my soul. Deep sighs passing his lips, as we linger in the warmth of slumber.

I  closed my eyes as soft leather placed against my neck, and the buckle secured. I gather my chain and slip into bed. A warm glow from the fire cascades across my bare skin. The cool soft sheets drift down around me, as a long sigh passes my lips.My body embraces slumber, warmth greets me with gentle arms, to hold me through the night.

As my body rolls the chain uncoils and slowly glides across my skin, cool metal on warm flesh, each link stretching out across each other, clicking in the silence of night. My fingertips trace the chain from the collar, feeling each link, 1,2,3,4 to 32. My fingers coil the chain around themselves and pull back to rest next to me, safe and protected.