Guidance
By jasma{Tk}

struggling daily to find a way to please
a guiding strength is what slave needs
forcing to bring all out that lives within
to be molded completely, to please Him

learning positions, serves and dances
striving for knowledge in slave classes
learning about clothing, collars and brands
knowing He could kill her by His own hands

brazen at times as she seeks His pleasure
insolence, hopefully not shown ever
punishments not light, nor without thought
knowing she's slave and needs to be taught

His desire in her is what the girl seeks
her need intensifying making her weak
every command given done swift, sure
a burning inside slave, His will to endure

~~ The Paradox ~~
By ~ sienna

The girl hid deep within herself
Revealing not a clue
Bracing walls that seemed eternal
So that nothing could get through.

She lifted eyes so warily
Afraid of what he saw
But he let her venture closer
And soon panic turned to awe.

She startled in the knowledge that
There was no need to run
That in ripping down defenses
She could claim a vict'ry won.

So joy soon chipped away a piece
Then wonder strikes again
Tearing down a girl's last fortress
In her hide-away from men.

When finally she was exposed
And at his feet she knelt
She scarcely had the strength to breathe
Overwhelmed by what she felt.

She leaned against the rubble that
Had been her final shield
Slowly coming to accept that
It was now her time to yield.

He knew that she was worried with
Feelings still so tender
She needed to give nothing less
Than absolute surrender.

Now to this man she is enslaved
Her heart is in his hands
With the paradox of freedom
It's her truth she understands:

That suddenly there is no fear
In having to reveal
Thoughts confusing to a slave girl
Who's allowed to fully feel.

There are no secrets left to keep
She needs to share them all
No longer hiding anything
Re-assured that she won't fall.

Though saddened that she cannot thank
The man who soothes her soul,
She longs to show her gratitude
And rejoice in feeling whole.

So with great care she does her best
To go that extra mile,
Wrapped firmly in the peace that comes
Knowing she has made him smile.

So quietly her tale does end,
Her life begun anew
Content to walk her journey in
Sweet memories filled with you.

~ sienna

~~ Medium: slave ~~
By ~ sienna

I am new canvas.
Colorless.
Eager to be born
Beneath the painter's brushstroke.
I could be breathtaking.

I am rough clay.
Unformed.
Unsure of my usefulness
Until the potter's skill is revealed.
I may be of value.

I am smooth marble.
Lifeless.
Rough along the edges
Before the sculptor chips at my surface.
I might be a wonder.

I am soft textile.
Shapeless.
Blurred under close scrutiny,
Hiding the weaver's vision and patience.
I could be a pleasure.

I am hard wood.
Impersonal.
Dulled without handling,
Warmth shining through as the carpenter manipulates me.
I may serve a purpose.

I am silenced melodies.
Somber.
The mute evidence
Of a composer's frustration.
I might be uplifting.

I am a motionless pen.
Spiritless.
Defiant as I stand at the edge
Of the poet's thoughts.
I could be inspiring.

I am a slave.
Malleable.
Poised to succumb
To the master's every whim.
I may be convenient.

I am each of these things.
Bewildered.
Adapting without conscious resolve,
Reduced to the most primal of emotions.
I have been tamed.

~ sienna

DEVOTION
By missygirl

she kneels
naked and vulnerable
her posture is open
nothing is hidden

Devotion keeps her here
covers her as a blanket
in warmth and security

Devotion is her reality
sometimes she uses it as a shield
it protects her from the judgment of a world
that cannot understand the depth of a feeling they no longer are capable of

Devotion is her gift
she holds it in the palm of her small hand
offers it to Him in consecration
only to have Him return it to her
changed and different, but still her devotion

this is when she feels the power of her devotion
it fills her and gives her the strength to go beyond what she was just a moment ago

her devotion is alive
like the fire he ingnites within her
searing those places deep within her
places not yet reached

barriers crumble in the wake of devotion
taking her higher and farther than she ever thought she could go

her devotion is like a song
captured in a word
sung in a voice she did not know she had
its tone and tenor clear and true
its harmony rings in her ears
Master
it is spoken in a whisper
like a prayer
and resonates in her being like bells in a steeple

devotion is action
it shows in her every movement
a smile, a sigh, a tear
it is the reason for the continued submission of self to the One

her spirit revels in devotion
it is the evidence of the need to submit answered by the dominance of the One
the fulfillment of her creation and her destiny

devotion knows no distance, it understands no parting
then it is like a knife that cuts her
but she will always offer herself up to this agony so sublime it is cloaked in joy

she is a prisoner to her devotion
captured by the force of it's will, and helpless before its majesty in her life

His eyes look at her, and she knows her devotion has no bounds
it will allow no limit to her sacrifice on the alter of His whim

Devotion is the passion of her body
Devotion is the enlightenment of her mind
Devotion is the supplication of her soul
Devotion is the beat of her slave heart

Devotion is a slave on her knees
Beautiful Man looks upon her
And devotion is the whip in his hand

by missygirl