*Closing My eyes for a moment to prevent tears of happiness from running down My cheeks.. then brushing one away…carrying the tear to the collar and letting it fall upon it…Running a slender finger across the end of the rolled steel…making certain that it is smooth and will not cut his throat. Lifting it to show the room the Name embedded in white and yellow gold Liquid script showing that the collar belongs to CAITLAIN…then gently placing the tight collar around his neck and snapping the lock shut…sealing the collar to sasha’s throat….picking up the leash and attaching it to the snap swivel ring on the front…*Looking around the room…Now…*taking a deep breath.. *I am proud to take your submission sasha….to claim you.. totally…wholely…to use you as I see fit…to make you Mine at all times and in all ways…*Smiling broadly…*I am finally done…Allow Me to present to Y/you all ..Caitlain’s toy sasha….

*feeling the collar on my neck and hearing the lock snap shut. so happy. i am now owned. bending over and kissing the tip of
first one, then the other of Your boots. once more returning to my kneeling position.* Thank You, Mistress. i am sasha,
Caitlain's sasha.

The Song of the Blood

It begins with the blood;
it's song calling-
Across the gulf of desire.
Searching for souls.

It is the joy of the blood;
the discovery as they meet.
Learning, building the bonds.
Flesh touching-he serving,
On bended knees.

It is the passion of the blood,
freely given.
Forging a gift from Her to him.
Steel the color of its making-
To hold, to caress.

The joy of blood, as two become one.
he kneels and accepts Her collar.
Binding himself to Her, freely.
Hers now. The promise of the song
Now seemingly completed. But still...

It is the gift of the blood;
as he stands shackled-spreadeagled
Between the pillars.
The kiss of the lash across his body,
having broken the flesh exposing
his love, his devotion for
She who owns him.

It begins with the blood. A song...

i wait for that meeting...each day an eternity...so long, so hard...yet fleeting and sweet knowing that i am Yours...that You cherish me. i am Your slave, Your toy, Your slut, Your sasha.

You are my Domme, my Mistress, my soul, my desire.

A Gift for my Mistress, Caitlain

Posted by sasha on December 19, 1999 at 01:46:44:

my Mistress, She owns me whole;
my body is Hers, as is my soul.
my gift to Her - my obedience and pain;
that shall burn so bright; an eternal flame.