Her Surrender To & Desire For His... Conditioning |
Here she stood alone and below in a quiet room she did not know. A quiet room with a hidden door that opened into an upstairs floor. She had seen this when He had opened it there leading her down by a winding stair. So here she stood alone, below anxious to endure a stinging blow. By riding crop by bamboo cane, by heavy wooden paddle tamed. Thats what she thought in every dream when she would bare her flesh so white like cream. To Him to see for His eyes alone and render His meat to hardened bone. In those dreams He took her fast and with heavy hands spanked her ass. Slap me, beat me make it glow! Break me, train me let it show! Those were the dreams she had every night. Rough ones, passionate ones fevered delights! Those were the dreams yet this was the now and this silence kept her wondering how? How would He do it, how would it be? Would He chop away her will like an axe through a tree? Would she be nothing or would she be more after her time in this room hidden under His floor? More she decided. More she would be. And it was this choice that was her true key. The key to the locks she'd shackled herself for un-knotting the ropes binding away her real wealth. Loose were the blessings of the strength of her soul fires now driving her making her whole. Loose were the things she would surrender to Him opening herself to His every whim. To His every lesson His every thought until He was satisfied with what He had wrought... |