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Two weeks of Bondage...


This page is about the very absolutely most scariest part of bondage... The
joy
of
it!
This is about long term bondage, understanding, and joy.


B L U E P R I N T
for making even a pretend slave happy!


SIDE VIEW not to scale REAR VIEW not to scale FRONT VIEW not to scale
DETAIL OF GAG and BLINDFOLD After getting together a volunteer slave and assembling handcuffs and rope (clothing optioal or to suit taste) then install gag and blindfold assemblies.
SURPRISE SLAVE
All that should be needed then is a setting such as the small patch of woods that can be found beside most interstate highways. Simply install willing slave assemblage and add the surprise.
Hey people, the surprise i got was to find out it was Sir Red of Red's Relm all the way down here to meet me and give me a kiss on the head and THE most gorgious rose you ever saw!

Do you think this slave wanna bee is in seventh heaven? Does a bear do-do in the woods?


i'm rushing to get this up so i'm afraid i haven't done a real good job. Let's just say that i am beside myself to have met Sir Red, even though i didn't actually get to see him. i feel very honored for him to have come down here and take the time to spend a few momments with me. This is the big news i told you to watch for yesterday.

Got one of those forwarded emails yesterday that kinda sums things up a bit....


Mountain Dreamer Speaks

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are, I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning you to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty every day, and if you can source your life on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon.

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here, I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied, I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with your self and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Oriah, Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder



Safe Sane and Consensual!





ps: i woke with a start this morning for the first time since the Saturday before last there was not a chain or any other binding on me anywhere. Rob leaned over and kissed me as i was still in surprise. The two weeks ended early. He had done with me as he wanted in every way and it has been wonderful. i love him more than ever, more than i have ever loved before, more than i thought was posible. It was an explosive end to a great adventure. We made love and it was the best. We promised to make every day better than the last and to keep the spark in our romance and in our everyday living alive...

Yes dear reader, i did sing like a meadow lark. i have shared my twelve day sorjorn with you but now i must stop. i need a little time to cry... for joy! Ain't life grande?


me!
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