To know me you must also know the love I have for the power held in the binding of a person, the pleasure found in the harnessing of a body which yields a union of pure untouched love. NO!!! Not the impure dirty love which comes from force, but the clean soft love which comes from the acceptance of pain. The union of the Dom/me and sub. A choice which only binds closer...and doesn't stem from the abuse of one over another.

And so I welcome Y/you to My poem....Ode of the masters and slaves.

Minister upon me,
embrace my aching soul,
stroke it,
caress it,
shape it into what you will,
as I stand here empty,
fill me,
change me as you will,
mark me and bend me to your fill.

I carve you to perfection,
you my little soapstone,
free and open,
to be melded,
to my like,
form yourself,
to my absoloute perfection,
and meld,
your soul to mine.

Use my form,
it is your body,
perfect in longing alone,
teach it by the stroke of your hand,
shape it by the cut of your whip,
Bind it,
and melt me in your skills.

Be well in time,
and feel my will,
as I make you perfect still,
and reach a corner of my heart,
which no other form can fill.

I breathe within your dominance,
I live through your submissive form,
And together make,
a love so perfect,
it trancends all time,
and form.