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
