Message in a bottle

There are words hidden in all of us



Waiting for the right moment to be taken out



Exposed to the open air



Read out loud for all to hear



Without shame



Without prejudice



Some may feel awkward to speak



But even more awkward to keep them bottled up



Thrown to the ocean just to be lost



Thinking that there is no one that cares to hear them coming out of your mouth





But there is at least one that roams the shoreline searching for those bottles



Opening what was closed



Reading what was written



Looking at the horizon searching out for the one who sent the words



Checking for the reason of those words



Trying to give meaning and form for those words



If not for the one who wrote them



Then at least for someone else in the same stage



Who is about to throw away similar words into the ocean



Only to turn your back to them





I am here to listen



If you can find the strength to tell them



To feel my body against yours



To feel bound by both words and actions



Your words to my words



Your actions to my actions





I do not throw my words away



I give them to you



So that you can find purpose in them



So that you can find a purpose for you

What, why, where, how

Over the many years that I have been a Master, I have traveled through the minds of many slaves


Probing, exploring and experimenting



The first thing that I learned is that this game is not a "one size fits all", or even a "one size fits most"


Every slave is different and what makes one tick, will make another freeze or run away



As such you have probably noticed if you read the blog up to this post, there are variations in the way themes are presented, ranging from the softest kink to the extreme bdsm



You may ask where do I stand in this


I could tell you that I stay in the middle, but I have to say that I have gone through the full range within the limits I have set




My motivation is the challenge that you may offer me in turning you into what I want as a slave, more than just a score board of "done this, done that"



If I still played that way, I would have already quit this Game, as my board has no more items to add



There is a saying that says that if you only have a hammer, every problem is a nail



Luckily my repertoire is bigger than "just a hammer" in my way of submitting you




But what should be used to bend you into submission, you may ask


If I can bend you with a feather, I will use it


If I can use a rope for that purpose, I will use it


If I have to rip the clothes off your body and use my full strength to pin you to the cold floor to make you obey me, I will do it



It comes from experience to know how much is enough


What can work without going beyond what you can take



Sometimes it may seem too soft



But if your knees still shake and your mind still works in overdrive exploring every emotion that flowed


Then my goal was achieved



This game is not about returning home bruised and battered, the number of times you were fucked or the amount of pain you were able to withstand


It is about the way you let yourself go in my hands, the way you are able to extract yourself from your surroundings to focus on me and on my satisfaction



Only then will you be able to feel pleasure from playing it




A slave exists to serve


And everything you feel should be for that purpose


Expose yourself as far as you are able to take it and I will be pleased by your service


Be that to a feather tickling your feet, a drop of wax sliding through your ribs, a jolt of electricity in your balls or my cock fucking your ass



It does not matter


As long as you take it for me




So come with the will to be changed and I will change you


And give purpose to what you want to feel

The worthless slave

There are many slaves out there that consider themselves worthless


That they are a mere piece of meat, to be beaten and hung to dry on an empty space, lost to never be found



Nothing could be further from the truth




In my eyes all slaves have value


Even if you don't see it




Not everything you do in your life will be worth something


In fact that is probably the reason why you seek the no-return path



But some abilities that you possess can be used


They can be given direction, purpose




The most important of the all


Trust




With that in your hand, new paths can be formed and new skills can be learned to make you a valuable piece in your Master's eyes



It is your usefulness that makes you stay at His side.


It you were not worth something why would anyone want to take you, feed you and spend time with you




If you do not wish to live it, then all you have to do is continue doing what you do in your life




The life of a slave should be one of achievements and the fight to reach them


For your Master




The only worthless slave in my list is the one that, given the chance to become all that he desires, denies himself that path




Life is made of choices



Choose well

Dualities I - A master's point of view

This post is part of a pair

One dedicated to each player of this game


Both worlds apart, but at the same time together


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Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all

He who pulls a thousand chains

He who curses a thousand slaves


Does your arm begin to fail

Does your heart begin to melt

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all



For whom do you build your dungeon

For whom do you buy the toys

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all


Not for you great master

Never are they for you

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all



What is the dream you take

Keeping company in your sleep

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all


The dream of a bound slave

Licking the the boots in your feet

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all



You want a slave to serve you

To serve with all his heart

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all


To shape and hold

And to never let go

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all



You lose your time great master

Seeking, talking, testing and choosing

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all


But when you find the slave for you

Why do you search for a thousand more

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all

The suit you dress really fits you

Makes you big as a mountain

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all


But in fact it makes you weak

In it you can only be strong

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all

You tie his body and beat his flesh

And make him submit to Your will

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all


But he came to serve you

Or did he come to make you his Master

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all

For whom does your heart beat fast

Than for the one that tells you please stop

Than for the one that calls you Master

Oh master, great master

Greatest Master of them all


In the end I leave you a question

Oh master, great master

Do you really bind your slaves

Or are you really bound by them

Greatest Master of them all