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Prinsexx -> RE: Slave Registry? (7/22/2008 3:24:59 AM)
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ORIGINAL: ResidentSadist
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Here is my long standing tribute to her: http://slavechic.com/
She reappeared after disappearing for three years to lick the wounds of her heart. I cannot tell you how thrilled I am to be in communication with her again. I loved her with all my heart and as far as Master & slave goes, as well as sadist & masochist, she was one of the better matches for me I have ever met in my life. She was the feisty masochist and the most dedicated slave a man could ever dream of. She loved with all her heart and measured love exactly the same way I do. She measured the difference between love and being in love as to whether or not she would lay her life on the line for her partner. That woman has all my respect and there is a tear in my eye and the bitter taste of regret in my throat as I write this.
If I had all your attention for 100 hours, I would not run out of stories to tell about the adventures in life, love and BDSM that I shared with that woman. If ever you’ve heard me telling stories about three weeks in a cage, goats, the girl who turned on me in the middle of a public dungeon and I had to grab her by the throat, slam her into a cross and tie her up. Countless scenes and endless romantic encounters, slave chains, candlelight dinners, reading to master, the masters bath, the mischievous girls’ night out, her true love for both me and victoria, she was a gourmet cook, she was the consummate concubine, she fucked like whore, she loved like a little girl and cared for her man and family like good woman should. I miss her with the very essence of my being.
Our problem wasn’t the passion, romance or BDSM style of relationship. No, or problems lay elsewhere in the relationship. Who’s fault or how it failed is pointless in retrospect. It takes all involved to maintain something and all involved are liable for its failure. Over a 2 year span our relationship failed and our house fell.
We almost reunited just before I moved to Daytona last year. We both thought better of it though. More of her story is on the web site I built as tribute for her. I can’t tell you how my heart hurts to remember all this.
i hold back the tears of understanding you know i do..........whore, concubine, mother, Goddess, protector, girlchild, cleaner, cunt, friend, soulmate and all of the other words too......let it be known from my perspective that when i taunt and deride, chip back and slam doors in the face of Love it is simply to figure the edges of one who can contain me......a slave's love is indeed a void which has no edges save for the definitions of ther Master and it is a void which in purest form will indeed absorb all of the pain, darkness and wrath which would otherwise be turned out against the World.
And yes, so as not to hijack this thread, yes a slave's number can be engraved upon the heart in that secret place where only Master can see it......
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