Freedom in Bondage

A long time ago when I designed my profile on recon I did a series of photos that illustrated how I saw the work I do with my slaves

Those pictures form a story that I call "Freedom in Bondage"

Although I find it to be nothing more than a children's tale it nevertheless has its appeal

I offer this tale as a gift to my former slaves who have seen those pictures but did not fully grasp its contents

To those that were once touched by my hands and my teachings and have opened your wings to fly away may this guide you to go further

To those who have yet to taste the cold steel and the rugged leather that binds hands and feet, may this serve as an encouragement to find in yourselves the strength to take their first steps into this world

To those that require my teachings, come


My story for you



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Freedom in Bondage - The Illustrated Tale

Running to your job trying not to be late

Another day begins

In a costume you do not like, doing the things you hate to do, you surrender yourself to one more day in your life

Live binds you tightly and fills your life with mundane tasks that provide you with little or no satisfaction

You feel something is not right

You seek more

You seek to live... but not the tale you live everyday

The story you seek hides in a dark place inside your heart

It beats quickly when you feel its taste

It has a strong bitter flavor that heats your body until you can take no more, only to seek it again and again, each time wanting it harder and longer

Each time you are about to do it you think to yourself

Can I take this path
Will I find satisfaction in it
Will I be able to return


Questions and doubts lock you in place

But your desires stare at you, tempting you to a place where you will be lost

You seek something hold on to Some place where you can be safe

Someone that can hold you tight and not let you go

This path is written down


Waiting for you to pick it up and surrender yourself to it

You cannot deny yourself no more


You return home after your work

It is empty of content

Cold

It freezes your heart

Only shadows keep you company



You leave the costume you wore and the role you played with it

You prepare yourself for another part dressing something practical for its purpose


You close the door behind you

You roam the streets to your destination in search of someone to take you


You are not going randomly

You know His location


Was it your choice or was it His choice

It does not matter



Two paths cross

The time to submit is here

To Him


Your Master

The first steps are always hard

There is much to shed


Your feet feel like those of a statue

Cast into stone

Unable to move

A hand breaks the spell that you are in

It guides you to the path you wish to find


Freedom



Nothing comes without effort but this is what you want


And you take it
 
Eagerly

Obediently



To become a slave

His slave

Let your lungs breathe to its full extent

Let your body sweat

Let your senses be stimulated until all is lost and you are found again



The time has come to set your sail to the open air, to let it fly with pride

It is the time to live


And be free

Faulty design pattern

As time goes by a pattern continues to emerge among those that come to contact me


This pattern comes in the form of an invitation

A nice face, a good body, promises of commitment and evolution

Words are exchanged and interest is risen

Then contact is lost

Profile erased

Only to appear again and again



This is a curious pattern

But a foolish one



Nothing good is achieved in this path

Building a profile to expose yourself demands time

Making the connections with those that may suit you demands more time and more effort

And the cycle continues


You may think that because there are a large amount of profiles and people that offer their services that may suit your needs that you will find among them one that fulfills all your desires

You will find that there are a finite amount of people that you may contact that fit your needs

You may try it with a premium account and make the search criteria to your exact specifications

From those remove all that are too far away for you to reach

Then remove those that you have already contacted and found to be imperfect in your eyes

Your world will become smaller and smaller



You may think that anonymity will protect you so that you can try again and again until you find what you are looking for

But you are mistaken


This pattern is recognizable

Age, location, photos, ideas, words within words, contacts

They will in the end give you away



Time goes by quickly

Each time you destroy what you made time is lost

Each time the pattern is repeated it will be more easily recognized

And as a disease you will be put somewhere where you will make no harm

A fake



At each new try more doors are closed

Until there are no more doors to open or no more strength to open another door



What is true survives the passing of time


Lies and deceits are rarely written in history books

Those that do will never be seen with good eyes however good the intentions might have been


My advice to you that live in this pattern

Set your goals smaller but achievable


Don't ask for perfection

Be perfect


Forge yourself into what you want to be or surrender yourself to those that can take you to your full potential


But try

For real



And don't waste my time