On the backyard of my Master's home
Lies a special place for slaves like me
The reward of the ones who won the tests and trials
Of those with no place to return to
Of those that are now called His
It is an arid place
Soulless and bare
There is no sound, light or motion
A resting place for me to be
There is the darkness
There is myself
Darkness facing darkness
Both trying to chain me
When the light overcame the darkness
I became free
Free to take the life
That my Master bestows upon me
There is nothing to keep me warm
But I feel warm inside
My body naked and chained
Hugged in the embrace of my Master's will
The Box is my sweetest dream
And is also my worst nightmare
It is the place where I have nothing
But it is the place where I have so much
It is both my crib
As it is is my coffin
It is the place where I died to the world
And the place where I was born for Him
In the Box I faced the pain
The torture and the discomfort
But it is where I found true happiness
And the place where I am to be
In the Box I have floated
Clung only to my Master's words
Lost in time and space
Lost but never alone
It is the place where I sleep
It is the place where I became awake
It is the place that I now call home
Thank you my Master
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When I first meet the box I am blind, none of its mysteries are apparent to me.
My shackles are put in place, a gag fills my mouth, and I turn on the stool as instructed, my feet encounter the hard edge and are guided over.
I do not know it as I stand there but this is my initial contact with the only concession to softness in this smooth, hard world.
I lie down as commanded, my blindfold is removed and I am allowed to take in the limits of the box that is to be my home.
I AM A SLAVE ------- I EXIST ONLY TO SERVE
And now the lids are closed and locked, I am alone in the box for the first time. For how long? Does it matter?
It is just a container, and the content it was built to hold is a slave. Its purpose is fulfilled.
There will be many long hours in this storage space, a place for everything, and everything in its place. And this is my place now for when there is no function or requirement. I am just another useful toy that can be taken out or put back as needed.
This is my place.
YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND
Slowly we reach an understanding, the box and I.
We are part of one unit, we learn of our limitations, reach an accommodation.
Neither has a purpose without the other, the box was born to hold a slave, the slave was born to fulfill its purpose.
And now I have a home, a place to be still
when the Master has no use or desire.
THE BOX IS MY HOME - IT IS WHERE I BELONG
I am content in my box, it is what my Master wishes.
I stay here and wait, when he needs me he knows where I am.
His property is safely stored, it is locked away, no one can take it and it can come to no harm in its box.
I do not mind the discomforts or the isolation, they too are part of my world now.
They are of no consequence.
MY ONLY DESIRE IS TO PLEASE MY MASTER
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