Tuesday, July 31, 2012

The Lioness Hunting Her Lion

The Lioness Hunting Her Lion



The rush, the excitement, slow movements….
Her heart pounds, wanting him so bad…
The intensity, lowering down, hiding behind the grass..
Catching his eyes, losing all concentration…
Not letting him see the hunger in her eye’s…..
Every movement she stalks on him…
The branches crack, the stares intertwine…
The intensity, the passion…
Eye’s locking with deep stares….
She stands firm, not looking away, moving closer….
She loses consciousness, hearts beating faster….
So wild, her thoughts rage, her desires rise….
Wanting them filled with his exhale…she inhales…
Her soul fills with his, she breaths him in closer and closer…
Till they barely touch, feeling suffocated with lust…
Over whelming, excitement…
She tries to stand back, but wanting nothing but his touch…
Pacing around in circles, not daring to look away…
She waits, baring her soul, the lust, the passion…
Deep breathing…she loses all self-control…
The anticipation, he fills her with his breath…
One stride after the other towards the lioness….
She awaits desperately to have him near…
He pounces towards her fast, as he pins her down…
Caressing her face, rolling around…
The dust on the ground shadowing their innocence…
The intensity, her heart beating fast, tears flowing….
Dreams conquered, desires known…
She is totally lost in him, the world no longer exists…
Only two hearts beating…
She pounces, clawing him deep, holding him down…
The pressure against his heart, no escape from her love…
Holding him closer to her heart…
She roars to let him know that, she stands so proud…
So tall, so satisfied and strong, like a lioness hunting her lion.

A new chapter

Greetings E/everyone,

My name is Sarah and i am the newest member of the Solace of Submission blog team. I have been in the BDSM lifestyle on and off for about nine years. I began studying the different vines of BDSM at the age of eighteen, after hearing about them in a virtual environment. Upon first learning of the Gorean philosophies and different branches of BDSM, i was sixteen and i decided to wait until i was older to educate myself further about those paths, as i didn't want orange to become the only color that i could wear for the next few years.

When i was around nineteen, i met a person who was a kajira(a Gorean female slave) and she changed my life forever. She was a loving, intelligent and devoted woman and slave. Unfortunately the Master she loved treated her badly. After her death in 2008, i said i would never become a kajira; although that decision wasn't based solely on my friend's negative experiences, but also taking into consideration the brief ones that i had too.

 In January 2011, i met a man that i fell in love with and i set aside my differences with Gor to become one of His girls. Throughout our relationship, i let His constant lying and disrespect slide as i was so enthralled with Him. The breaking point came when He collared a girl without talking to the family first as promised.

After leaving Him, i did slip back into the vanilla world for a few days, as i was shattered. During my time in the land of where there are no submissives or Dominants, i realized that my desire to serve was growing stronger with each passing day, so i gave the Gorean lifestyle one last try.

Even-though Gor is not right for me, it did lead me back on the road which is correct for me: D/s. I intend to find a Master that is right for my Second Life and Real Life. Finding a Dominant that will accept my RL situation may prove to be more difficult, as i am extremely physically challenged.

They say what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger, and i certainly believe that. The trials during my journey has lead me to become a more humbled, optimistic, open and grateful person. You might have the questions "you're still optimistic after everything you have went through and still endure?" Yes, as i believe that i will achieve my dreams and that nothing is impossible. It is my hope that you will never give up on your aspirations, because we are all worthy of happiness.


Until next time,

Sarah