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Wake Up!
Woke up moaning, wrestling under the sheets...Drenched with sweat... Not knowing if I was truly a wake or not... Crying out, WAKE UP Sabrina, my God... WAKE UP... Its only a dream wake the FUCK up! Once again years of torment haunted my dreams... Of such pure sweet submission, that was taken and abused... Which should have been cherished, nurtured and protected... With guidance and discipline... And filled with love and respect of Dominance and submission... Wrapped in bondage and kink... Instead my neck was tarnished with a collar that had no honor... It was like watching a horror flick in slow motion... That bout drained the life out of me... I was His servant, His property... He was my Owner... Raised and trained to know my place... And how to please and serve a Man... Handed to a so called Master that was to have honor within His hands... Yet to find He was nothing of the sort... Many years I served... Much I endured... He kept me drugged so I would not run... He kept my daughter at arms length so as the mother in me would stay put... I served as a true submissive slave.. Even though I knew from the moment He collared me that there was no love to be found... Nor would respect would ever be gain or earned... I kneeled, was used... And even loaned to others for their enjoyment... Yet to return be caged and watch another mother my child... After all I was His property... His slave... For Him to do with as He seen fit... Much kink, I and many partake in... Hopa..Beautiful sisterly submissive slaves I grew to love and respect... Many times tried to help protect me and my child... But when a Master allows His self to become nothing more than a beast... And breaks trust, and abuse this way of life... Not only with His servants... But as well turns allowing His hands to tarnish His own child... He no longer deserves to be called a true Master... Simply a sick excuse of a human being... I took back my life, by breaking free of His collar and lighting a match... That if it wasn't for many of my sisterly slaves and other Honorable Masters and Mistresses alike... my former Owner would be without breath... And this broken almost forgotten servant and mother... Would be locked up behind bars... Almost dying to protect her and her daughter... Many, including myself questions at times... Why do I remain faithfully true to this way of life... To honestly answer, is cause I am true to myself... And I have woken.... Finally kneeling in my rightful place....
Published 2nd Apr 2015
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