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When Anthony was given life,God gave him a special
purpose~to fill the hearts of those who had grown
hard and cold the the flames of what love could
fill inside~He walked his whole life spreading
his wings of black gold,the sunlight reflecting
his soul to those who reached out to touch the
feathers of his giving heart.He was with many
and yet he was alone, he was free to fly, yet
caged inside of his own heart,wondering when the
love he spread would meet his own path~
Everlasting dreams were realized the day he wrote
of a tropical dream, for then he then dreamt her
soul into this world,and their paths did meet
on the road so solemnly travelled as one.
Her inner most care was that she not be a number,that
she not be one of many,that the love she bestow
upon this Mighty hearted man of rugged grace be
the love she held most sacred and treasured so
deep within herself.She battled the worlds of
many to be beside him,then fought off the cages
others tried to capture him within. She saw that
she herself was setting him free of the pain that
one who consistently gives can face alone.
They knew early on this was a true love,they knew
that the boundaries they lay for eachother were
those of complete devotions.Beloved souls who
transcended to a place where no harm could touch
their love..
Queen Kalia
*~Something More~*
She was always knew she was special~
Even as a very young girl~
She always knew there was something different about her~
Maybe something more~
At times in her life she wondered~
If she would ever really fit in~
Even though she always blended so well~
With all the other pretty wounded flowers~
Pressed against the party wall~
"Safety there,"~
She thought as she sipped~
Almost spilling her burning hot drink~
Not being too noticed,along with the unseen~
Until she felt just a little more then safe,more like a Queen~
Then and only then would she let expose~
Just a small part of who she had hidden inside~
The inner most part of her hearts remarkable dreams~
As if she was peering at the world~
From behind vertical white ivory drapes~
When she was ready, when she was more then brave~
She would spread them open slowly, very extra wide~
And she would be amazed at how life reacted~
When she touched it, when she moved it, when it came so very alive~
It was dangerous having such feelings she thought~
Almost as if it was somehow subversive in nature,maybe even a crime~
"One must never be in awe," she thought~
As she felt the steamy liquid trickle past her lips~
She remembered times she thought she almost touched~
Both the wonder and the glory~
Only later to find loves promise~
Was only male false bravado~
Savage slight from even more savage hand~
This is when it hurt the most~
When the emptiness burned still more~
Then the salty tears she could still taste~
She felt less when she retreated behind her drapes~
Behind the laughter she sometimes always used~
Like her own personal medicine mask~
Something left her heart when she did this~
Like a child who was given a brand new box of crayons~
But was more then afraid to open them~
For fear of them breaking quickly~
Their colors might bleed all over her tiny delicate hands~
She could hear the birds singing softly~
They sounded quite pretty but still~
It wasn't really her song~
She could hear some of the men around her whispering~
Callous hands ready to over take~
Never alone in a world of prying hungry eyes~
And never lonley really~
In the sea of men she was almost lost in~
But they almost to the letter~
Wanted only to disrobe her in the end~
It was they would wore their own disfigured disquises~
They came,they took leaving nothing~
But the shattered bits of her broken still heart~
Then her pain would take over once again~
"Something more,"~
She whispered as she tilted her head~
Against the warmth of late summer breeze~
She felt her own words echo like thunder back~
Brush past her delicate ear~
"Something more"~
Deeper in meaning almost like a painting~
A person could walk through and then run like a child in~
Almost to the very end~
A place where crayons never lose their colors~
And loves gift remains always forever brillant~
She waited as if she had waited all her life for just the right time~
The right place where she could even dare~
Ask the questions she endlessly dreamed~
She shifted quietly in her chair trying not to stare~
At the people around her moving~
Who also sliently screamed~
One tiny tear fell~
As she felt the years slip quietly away~
Into her very tiny little cup while she whispered~
"Something more"~
Maybe more colors, more rainbows, more stars~
Maybe just love~
By
*~Dalton Anthony~*
The Loving Master is a strong man, a dominant man. He is sure of himself,
confident in his place in the society and in His Castle. He cherishes
females, revels by their presence. He is giving, caring ,loving and
understanding, but he is also demanding and has the strength to attain
whatever he desires. When the Master takes on the responsibility of
owning a kajira, He teaches her to discover herself the kind of a woman
she can and should be, and the kind He wants to possess. He will push
her constantly to learn all that she needs to know to please him in every
way. He is always ready to show her that she is strong, that her limits
are not what she believes them to be. In this, the Master reveals to the
kajira her own confidence, her own levels of self esteem, and all the beauty
that she holds within. He teaches her to become a true woman and worthy
of being his property. And he must accept that at times he will have to
wield the kurt, for it is only through the pain of such discipline is a kajira
to be cleansed of the even worse pain of being displeasing and there is
not one who is not found displeasing at one time or another.
As the Master learns his new kajira, an understanding takes place.
He senses her desires, her needs, her passions. With this new knowledge,
the Master takes care of the kajira, always giving what the kajira needs,
but not necessarily what she presumes she needs, or thinks she wants.
It is the Master's responsibility to care for and protect his Love. If she is
sick, he will see that she is cared for. If she is exhausted, he will make her
rest so she is better able to serve him. These things, he does willingly,
because he is Loving, He understands her as no Earthly man could. He
has seen into her soul, and held it in his hand. Her mind is his, to read,
to know. Her body is his to feel and enjoy. Her heart is his to caress and
she becomes his true possession and a part of who he is.
A Loving Master will always be certain that what He is ordering is truly
what is best for His kajira and that He is not demanding more from her
than she can give, or working to destroy His possession with ego driven
desires, for it is known that men of honest hearts do not suffer as the lowly men
of Earth from the pitfalls of the ego. Even tho a Master has the right to treat
His kajira any way He wants, His code is to be honored and respected,
and keeping His loves as an honorable Man is part of that code.
The Master does not take away the kajira's identity, but allows her to
grow into her own womanhood. A kajira's commitment to her Master is
not a vehicle of punishment or hatred, but one of love and development.
The kajira is given the room to come into her own, under her Master's care,
like a delicate dina that flourishes under the central fire's warmth. For
everything a Loving Master enjoys where his slave is concerned there is
a responsibility that goes with it. A Loving Master who cannot meet those
responsibilities will keep no submissive for long.
If one listens to the music with the heart and responds with the will,
it is truly a brand-new and exciting dance.
No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep
in the dawning of your Knowledge. The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple,
among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness.
If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of his wisdom,
but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind.
~Kahil Gibran~
Hear these words all that seek the truth.
This is not about any dreams we may have dreamt.
It is of the real life we breathe. The Loving Dom is a rare one. HIS wisdom is the wisest and most tender.
It is through his eyes that he helps find all the pleasures one shall seek.
All that come to HIM, seek his wisdom and the comfort of his hand. It is strong as it guides.
It is tender, firm to touch, yet, it can lead because it senses and caresses the needs of his Lady first.
It shows trust.....For a true Dom has wisdom.
His ability to sense things that only he may see, that is "his" strength from which he guides and helps open the door.
This alone is what he must see.
The True Dom holds innocence in its purest state.
To all that seek and have not found...take comfort...
He will cherish the lack of ignorance and guide it to a righteous path. It is HIS control and knowledge...
these are his tools...for he must be a Loving Dom. That is his only quest. It is not a quest of honor.
A quest not of passion or illicit cravings, but, a quest to guide and feel the needs of his submissive.
Her needs bring out his strength, his satisfaction, and his compassion.
For HIS Lady cannot truly feel her own needs without his understanding.
This alone is what he must feel.
When the Loving Dom looks and sees the Lady before him and listens as she speaks her words to her Master. She comes before him to find, and experience that which is missing. He shall lift her chin up with his firm hand and instill the values she has lost within herself. He shall comfort her worth and feel for her inner soul. She is not a lost soul in a day to day life. Rather, a lonesome one who has suppressed her needs for whatever reasons. He must guide her for it is "her". Her pleasure to her Master is what she wants to give, yet, the Master must be ready to receive. It is her sensuality that brings her here......her desire to be free and feel new things. The Loving Dom must first accept this. Without this knowledge, he has no hope. As she may kneel and exposes her inner being, He must also realize that she is a real human being in search of many new things...She cries ...She laughs...She exists...She wants to learn...Yet she too can be hurt. Not just physically, but emotionally. It is her honesty he must cherish...And her needs fulfilled. She gives her body not as a mere toy. She gives in trust that her master will teach and guide her to satisfy her needs.This is what she seeks. She is real and is fragile, and, any mistrust will destroy. She can be hurt and cry real tears, not in pleasure but in sorrow........For her trust is sacredly given to nourish.
This alone is what he must trust.
The Loving Dom must realize we all exist to share and learn from one an other.
Without this knowledge he will surely dishonor his name. He will never claim the royal title.
Nor will he ever earn respect. He will never be a true Dom.
This too he must learn.
When the Loving Dom looks at his Lady,
HE will know that he sees not an erotic selfishness ahead of him.
He sees the trust and hopes of his Ladys' inner most desires.
Desires that were presented to him alone. He must respect the feelings she speaks in her heart.
Through her darkened eyes in the myst he shall see the light within her heart.
Words and thoughts she has never dared to speak. He shall through her heart touch her soul.
She has brought a trust to him that is fragile, a trust she has hidden and now shared,
and into her eyes He shall look deeply within for her passions.
For through those eyes he will capture her heart.
He must respect any tears that flow from those eyes for they flow for him,
and, only his understanding will bring comfort and reason.
It is his purpose to help bring forth her real desires, and make her sense her needs,
with passion and yet compassion.
This alone too is what he must know.
When the Loving Dom looks at the one before him as she presents herself in silence.
He shall not touch for the sake of touching. His heart will be his only guide to tame.
He must feel the needs of the weak before him, seeing his care not as such,
but, wanting to become strong and free. He must offer his strength, his wisdom.
Through this wisdom he shall find a greater strength...A strength that two will share as one.
Then and only then may he reach out and touch. For his hands are strong.
These are the hands that lead.
This alone too is what he must embrace.
The Loving Dom does not demand. There is no need. His true desires speak for him.
He need not force. Rather his eyes command his wishes.
His words speak only the sounds of guidance.
An obedience to which the truest of demands are fulfilled. Should he seek pain for his pleasure.
It will be gentle yet firm. Pain is not his goal. Helping teach unlearned desires...
That is a journey he must embark with knowledge.
The pain he gives, it will be his to savor, yet,
He too must first understand the reasons of his pleasure and understand its responsibilities.
Responsibilities he now must prove to his charge in front of him.
For only then he can give the true gift of his wisdom to help his sub... then and only then...
Receive all that is due him.
This alone too is what he must desire.
The Loving Dom is not a paraphrase on the true meaning of a Dom.
It is his own feelings first he must show.
It is not a disagreement on what a Dom is or what true domination is.
It is rather he seeks to share his knowledge to gain his satisfaction.
There can be true domination but in a respectful way.
It is the time that is set aside to be, that is his time to be real and that is all he must ask.
For when his control influences and changes life styles in a harmful way,
then he has lost his meaning.
Some Doms insist that every moment in his Lady's life be his to control...
he is a true dom too...and there are those that follow.
Many may find strength in knowing that true domination is far more pleasurable,
and, satisfying when allowing ones self to be controlled,
it can be fulfilled with openness and honesty first, then the comfort will flow.
This alone too is what he must cherrish.
The Loving Dom knows there maybe a collar of leather to hold a treasured find in obeyance...
for him...he watches her pleasure as he obtains his, yet,
the Loving Dom knows that this is not a collar of leather, rather a collar of gold.
For it binds the hearts of those that share their thoughts,
it becomes his joy as a ring forged in precious metal that adorns the neck so proudly
of only one he allows to wear, one that he has chosen to become his charge in matters
that real life has stolen and he recovers.It is a bond similar to the trust and sacred vows.
Yet these feelings and emotions come from a heart that is suppressed, and,
cries out for this reason...the two are one in a different sense of values.
Those of needs went by...those of needs crying out...
those of needs fleeting and never captured.
This alone too is what he must respect.
The Loving Dom does not dream the dream. He lives the thoughts.
His actions are not a mere character he plays.
He has the sensitivity, and the respect never to interfere in his cares' real day to day existence.....
he ventures forth only as far as two are allowed to share in that which they seek.
He sees women not as a toy but a soul to share with, a life that he shares...sensuously, honestly,
and, with compassion...it is to that end he will seek.
For those are the only sights that guide his strength.
This alone too is what he must dream.
The Loving Dom....The TRUE DOM...when he can accept these thoughts and live by their values,
then he has found his wisdom. He may then guide with openness and passion...
for now and only now will he will truly be able to give as he shall receive.
For he then may give his greatest gift with sincerity, with respect, with dignity, with love,
and above all, his finest gift...
"Understanding" .
For "this alone" is truly what he must see !
tlc
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