earthylady
Posts: 2
Joined: 5/26/2007 Status: offline
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Hello, I am a proud newly collared slave, although I have known him for more than nine years. He put his claws into me when I was 22, married me when I was 23, and collared me as his slave when I was 30. Talk about patience. He told me when he collared me that the moment he meant me all those years ago that he knew I was going to be his. He said that if he told me exactly how he felt and what he wanted that I would have fled screaming and running completely in the other direction. He was so right. But then again, it is one of the things I love and loathe about him for he is always right. I belong completely to him, and all that I own, accomplish or screw up belongs to him. As I am open and honest it bothers me that I can not share this new found beginning for me with my close friends and family. As loving and caring that my family is, they would not percieve it as the way that I do. My one close friend has a huge issue with it now from only the little bit that she knows. I am close to my family, my sisters and my grandma are my best friends but if he was to tell me tomorrow that I could not speak to them I would without hestiation. He makes me whole. I wish that I could do that when he says "hands out". I hestiate and make things ten times worst, only earning more whacks on the hands which of course always humbles me, bringing me to my knees. I play the viola, enjoy the MET, and of course the ballets. I compete in road races, track and field. I have a shot at the trials for the marathon. I aspire to be a child psychologist one day. I always find the good in every thing, which is not always easy. I found out that as long as my Master needs me, my two dogs love me what else do I need. My life is good even though it had been very rough lately but it could always be worst.
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