the path

[pomonagirl]

I come to a fork in the forest path. The mild dose of lysergic acid diethylamide courses through me, I feel...lucid...awake...calm yet aware. I am alone, I feel the import of each action, of each step. The path is dark and dappled with moonlight, shining brightly through the trees.

I choose the higher road, more dramatic, winding close to the mountainside, the boulders protruding, the cool breeze caressing me. The echoes of the sound system and noise of the revelers fades as I begin my ascent.

I pick my way slowly, steadily, with great intent. Underneath the calm my senses come alive. I think of where I am. The history here, the spirit here. Those who came before me and those who still live here, passing down the old ways. In my third eye I see a brief vision, of this land, in the old days. A coyote runs across the path, coat shining in the moonlight. The trees thicker, no roads or paths yet cut. I shiver, humbled by it all. My life, so small, so insignificant, so fleeting in the grand scheme of geological time. Life and death, the endless cycles of nature.

The path is darker now, the trees thicker, hiding the moon. An outcropping of large rocks and boulders obscures my view of the path ahead. I catch my breath, suddenly feeling the weight of this moment. I pause, for a moment, unsure. But I hold my head high and continue.

This night, I have opened myself with the intent to receive. So it is without *** when suddenly I feel a presence, ethereal yet as real as any physical body. In my heightened awareness, I feel the presence, I feel the warmth, the kindness, the protective energy radiating all around me. Enveloping me, walking alongside of me. And I know it is Him.

 

"I have taken a part of you, and keep it as a treasured possession"

 

As I remember His words, my heart swells with emotion. Even now, miles apart, He is watching over His possession. I feel stronger, more secure, knowing I am worthy of such a high honor. Knowing I am worthy of being cared for and protected. Knowing that a part of me will always be in service to Him. Knowing that a part of Him will always be there with me, through the miles and the years and the cycles of life.

 

Post Script:

 

How I do miss His physical presence. The times He chose to use me for His pleasure. How it felt to submit to a man that truly deserved it. How it felt to be at once honored and defiled. The bliss and contentment in following His simple, precise instruction. The faith and security of trusting Him. All the things He taught me and showed me, about life, about aesthetic, about Dominance and submission.

How many times can I thank Him, how can I express to Him how much it all meant to me...means to me. How grateful I am that He found me, that He chose me. How grateful I am that I was open to receive. How can I tell Him that His influence impacts me, daily. I know I can not, so I try to show Him, by serving Him as I can, by living the best I know how. To hold myself to His standard, even in His absence. I would never want Him to be anything less than proud of me.

Many Doms and Masters before Him had told me I am not submissive, or "truly submissive". I had begun to question myself and my path in this world of Kink and BDSM. My heart was growing heavy and I was about ready to throw in the towel, go back to vanilla life and seek whatever romantic or sexual pleasure I could. But then He found me, and I understood. My submission, my true and deep, pure submission, can't be given to just any man that gives himself a title or role. This pure and deep part of myself can only be brought out by a man that is worthy, that is a compliment to myself, that is greater than my equal. This type of man that I do not find very often. This is the type of man I will follow into any situation, this is the type of man with whom I have no limits. This is the type of man that can own me, possess me, dominate me, use me.

This is the type of man that I can feel, hundreds of miles away, protecting me, nurturing me, holding me, even as I walk alone, meditating on the moonlight and the forest and my small place in it all. I feel Him there and am made stronger in my submission and service.

[Dreamaway]

Omg...acid BDSM....that's a step into the unknown surely.