By lissa

Greetings Masters,
Greetings Mistresses,
Hello slaves,

A move shrouded in secrecy, the reasons seem logical enough. A passage to a life only dreamed about, an awakening in the soul of the test. To prove to herself that she’s not wrong, and to prove to those around her that she can be. Her heart filled with happiness and gratitude of what she’s allowed to be, praying that the bumps in the road ahead aren’t too large for her to get across. Painstakingly the truths reveal themselves piece by piece, and she wonders to herself which of them were wrong. Was it her selfish thoughts of the test that caused her to see what she wanted to see, or were the reasons given covered in such charm that you couldn’t tell they weren’t the whole truths. Or perhaps it was just that to see the charm was to see the illusion for what it was. An illusion. An illusion that had been created in her mind, of the way things were supposed to be, and the illusion that had been perpetuated throughout the years of interaction. The forks in the road were many, and often times she seemed to pick the wrong fork, for she is not without guilt. The twisting and turning of the paths, the endless questions that swarm her mind, all of it leading to a feeling of lost. Not the loss of what she wanted to be, but lost in the sense that perhaps from the beginning she had chosen the wrong fork in the road, and was now too far down the paths to ever find her way out again, and knowing in her heart that a simple snap would bring her right back to where she craved to be.

Right or wrong, the truth lies in the fact that her hunger to serve outweighed any logical sense to see what was happening. The tears she’s cried that created a river, only served to push her further downstream. Rationalizing it within her mind as the fight that all girls go through, and in the end acceptance of what she was becoming.

It is said that slaves are to be selfless, but in reality that is false. Slaves are selfish in the fact that what drives us the most is that hunger for service, the undying need to be of use. To hear those precious words, “good girl”, or to watch that wonderful smile of pleasure. To lie naked at his feet and feel his hand upon your flesh, and know that he is happy with you. There are many reasons why we do what we do, and in the end it’s the joy of all those things that keeps us coming back for more. Even when displeasure is there, and your heart breaks because of it, you fight harder to make it “right”.

Just remember in your fight to make it “right”, that walking away is not failing, it’s realizing that in order to make it right, you must give up your selfish desire to choose who you will serve, and selflessly offer yourself to one who will find you of use.

Always,
lissa

PS If you have any comments, questions, or ideas for things you’d like to hear about, please feel free to contact her at simply_lissa@yahoo.com