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