Tag: Freedom

  • Serving Her.

    Her, he was created to serve Her,

    Her soft skin, the way Se allowed him to touch Her feet, he felt the pleasure in making Her happy.

    Her hands grabbing his hair and pulling it back so She could bite his neck and leave marks to show the world he was Her’s made him hard, but only She controlled that part of him.

    She, controlled his sexual desire and his mind,

    She knew his mind sometimes better that he did, he knew, She, earned the trust he gave Her and now he was free to “just be”, with Her he was able to let go and give up control.

    She owned him because he gave himself over to Her freely and completely.

  • Chained or Free

    At the bottom of the garden under a beautiful tree sits a fairly.

    She looks like porcelain with whispy brown wings, her head bowed and her hair falling over her face.

    On her lap is a book of spells open, but she’s not looking at them, she’s lost in thought.

    A thin silver chain is attached to the rock she sits on, the other side attached to a clasp around her wrist, she also holds a crystal ball in that hand, maybe she is watching for someone.

    I wonder as I watch her, is she a prisoner, but then she has the spell’s and Wings to break the chain.

    Or maybe the chain helps her feel grounded and safe, maybe she’s waiting for the person who left her there to claim her knowing she can leave if it’s unsafe.