A slave's Heart

The Leash
As Seen Through The Eyes Of A Submissive

I hold the leash in my hand, looking at with my eyes. I see what appears to be a plain ordinary dog leash. A leather looped handle on one end, clasp at the other and metal chain separating the two. It is not fancy and it holds no magic. It is simply a leash seen in any pet shop, not even expensive a mere $3.99 plus tax.

As I hold the leash in the palm of my hand, I think of it, being attached to a collar around my neck. My blood runs cold as I think of the dog that would normally be attached to the clasp end. My mind grapples with the association, and my stomach lurches with a sickening feeling and yet an excitement stirs deep within me. I struggle to separate the emotions, to understand and accept my feelings. I know by my racing heart, that I wish to have this object attached to my neck and yet my mind struggles and rejects the concept.

I sit there wondering about my desire to be attached to the end of a leash, being lead by Master. The picture in my mind is blurred and I struggle to bring it into focus. As I turn the leash over in my palms, I begin to see the leash in a different light. I think about what the purpose of a leash really is? It is to attach two things together.

I finger the leather handle and I feel the strength of the material. Leather is extremely strong yet it is soft and supple. This reminds me of Master, strong and firm when needed yet soft and gentle in the next moment. I look at the loop and realize the loop is meant to be grasped, it leaves open a choice. The handle will not come to your hand, the choice must be made to pick it up; thereby taking the lead, as Master does with his Sub.

The chain is made of many links, all intertwined together. They are ovals bound around one another. Each separate and yet together forming a tie. The links appear to have no beginning and no end. There is not one link more important than the rest they are all equal. Each doing its job to add strength to the chain. The metal is strong and it reminds me of the strength in the relationship between Master and I. The chain bonds the two ends, like the bond formed by love and trust between us.

I hold the clasp in my hand, and I play with the slide that opens and closes it. I hear the click as the slide snaps shut. I close my eyes and listen to the sound. Instantly my thoughts are drawn back to Master. I realize this sound causes a calming sensation to course through my body. With my eyes closed, I can almost feel the heat of Master's hand, on my neck attaching the leash to my collar. I open my eyes and look at the clasp in my hand. The realization hits me, what I hold in my hand has beauty. With an animal attached it is merely a tool to control, but in Master's hand it has a magic all it's own.

--Unknown

Perfect Place

Of all the places in the world,
my favorite place to be;
my Master's lap; my perfect chair,
Content; just Him and me.
He speaks the words, "come here my pet",
Hearing them i rise;
my face aglow, lit by love
Reflected in my eyes
i nestle into this safe place,
The seat of my desire;
His gentle touch as i sit there
Rekindles passion's fire
Sheltered in His strong embrace,
my thoughts with Him i share;
Leaning back i fix my gaze
On His symbol that i wear.
Should the world come down on me
And make me fall apart
i'll seek the seat where i am safe
And where i found my heart
My Master's lap; my perfect chair,
The place i yearn to be;
Of all the places in the world,
The perfect place for me.
--Unknown

Bend of Will

It only takes the sound of Your voice
Speaking to me in low whispered
Tones to begin in my body
Sensations which will
Overtake any
Reason

Feelings emerge .. encompass me in the
Throes of passion, wanting only
To please You and be Yours
Dutiful and willing
And obedient
submissive

Master, bend me to Your will for
i am willful and wanton and
Wild and spirited and must
Feel the power of Your
Hand taming
me

Let me feel the passionate love
Of Your favor or the passion
Of Your discipline as my
Trust builds and my
Body finally
Yields

For it is in these moments of blind
submission that my juices flow
And my senses explode with
The sheer joy of
Being Your
beloved

Submissive Dreams

Kneeling before her Master
Serving as He deems
Pleasing His every desire,
Giving her heart and soul
A gift of total control.
He gives the strength and courage
To go beyond her limits
As He helps her to grow.
His hand caressing her cheek
Holding her close in His arms
Protecting her from all harm.
Giving to Him her trust
A true devotion of love unfolds
As He smiles upon her
Letting her know, He is pleased.

~Life as a Slave~

Sites of Gor

Gor on Earth