saramoon on being collared

Master takes me...

i am owned.

i have no words to describe what it means to me Master

it is like looking beyond the horizon

like letting go what you didnt know was there

it scares me to feel the trust i have in you Master

and yet i take it as a drug

and risk everything for the rush in my heart

Master sees me...

i am beauty.

i feel the beauty when i give my self to you Master

it is not a constant feeling i carry

more a state of mind you miraculously woke in me

you see my great weakness and my modest power Master

and still you are craving me so clearly

beautiful it is to be at your feet

Master touches me...

i am open.

yes you touch me in any possible place Master

i was recisting for a while

and you did touch me so that i in time could open

being open is being completely vulnerable Master

it sometimes makes me burst into tears

like a million doors open in me

Master uses me...

i am pleasure.

by using me you give me the deepest pleasure Master

it is sex, submission, devotion and love

powerful it calms my brain and wakes my river

i proudly wear the pleasure i give you Master

like a queen wears her crown

will dare to say i'll give you everything you want

Master holds me...

i am treasure.

how you are holding me makes me defenseless Master

i leave my worries and i welcome you

i am so fully desiring to be held by you

i might feel like a treasure to you Master

but the value lies is how it becomes possible

holding me gives me great courage

Master delves me...

i am revealed

i feel your tenacity makes me visible Master

your interest causes my willingness

i become so fully transperent

how you persistently reveal me bit by bit Master

it makes me strangely complete

for that i kneel and give you everything

Master embraces me...

i am loved

how often did you ask if i feel your love Master

love used to scare me a great deal

always turned out to be something else

how you love me embraces me and burns me Master

it is a tree growing every day

it is my shadow it is my shelter

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Master...

grateful is my heart

lovely to be yours

lucky i feel

devoted i am

my heart is sighing

everything is quiet

yes love turned out

to be something else

i am fully owned

The Olive Tree

A confused sub came before a wise Master who adored her. She felt that to submit to him would mean she would open her heart to unbearable pain should he ever leave her. She hungered for him and needed him, but was ready to walk away in panic.
The gentle Master knelt her before him and started a tale of love and devotion. As she looked up at him his arms began to widen and open like a large tree stretches its branches to the sky. At that moment the Master appeared rooted to the floor and his impressive size towered above her like a giant tree. Then he began to speak.
I'm here for you… now and always no matter how far time and space takes us… Whether you walk away from me today or you stay and serve me I will not turn from you. I am as patient as time itself; I will take not from you unless you give freely and completely of yourself, but I give onto you regardless – for my love is unconditional… Like the Olive tree that can both feed you and shade you, I am there seemingly eternal to your short life on this earth. If you need my fruit to feed your hunger I will give you all the fruit you need. If your skin grows dry and losses its luster, the oil from my fruit will restore it and make it glisten. When you need comfort my leaves will gently caress your face with the slightest breeze. When you need discipline my branches will correct you when the wind blows strong. If you just need my shade to protect you from the sun, my branches will shade and protect you. If you need warmth at night my fallen branches will fuel the fire to keep you warm and safe. If you need a refreshing breeze my leaves will fan you and cool you.
You are my gardener. When you submit to me, you tend that which keeps me vibrant and full of life. When you kneel under me and till the soil, you give breath to my roots. When you water me, my sap flows strong through me raising my limping branches. When you soil yourself collecting fertilizer with your bare hands, you strengthen and humble me with your devotion. Although my life will go on, life would not be the same without you. Your dedication and unconditional care for me keeps me vibrant and nurtures my very core. The sustenance and protection I give you seems little reward for your servitude. Still the gardener serves the tree from her heart and the tree gives to her heart all that he can. I am planted firmly on the ground and cannot follow you if you walk away from me… But be assured I will survive. One hundred years later and two of your lifetimes, I will still be there, waiting for you in the same spot to offer you all that I do now.
Stay with me and be my gardener. You cannot get lost in me for we are complementary to each other. I am your devotion and you give meaning to my existence. Apart, we live life and survive, together we bloom eternally.
As the Master finished his last words the sub cried herself to sleep at his feet. That night… he stood planted there like the Olive tree offering her his unconditional love and protection as she slept. As she would tend to him with her devotion the next day and every day thereafter.
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