Page 6 of Be Careful What You Wish For

She sniffs the air again and pauses, her eyes seem nervous, excited. She has a sense of trepidation, she is joyfully confused. She could hold her head forward and return to nibbling the grass, her wings hanging forlornly at her sides, soft tears rolling into the dew as the night mists roll through the gnarled trunks. The darkness could invade her and she could wander in the forests of the night forever. OR she really could accept the bridle, let Him ride her, let him lift her feet on the invisible stairway of the air, and then she could truly spread her wings on something she didn’t know existed other than as a lonely wind on stark mountain tops. That would be true freedom.

She snorted - as if she had any choice.

She’d heard that horses had to be broken to let a man mount them, and they were sorry for it. She knew different. For them it was something they wrestled with. But not her... for her it was as it should be. She had looked long and hard at herself, whilst wandering in the willow wickets and by silver streams, and she knew otherwise. She needed to have him there with her. Together they would be something else.

There had been men who had tried to force her to bow her mane and used ugly tricks to try to capture her spirit, but they were doomed to failure by the very nature of their advances. She’d had to endure it, had to see what life could throw against her in the dim low world, so she would really understand what the freedom He could bring would mean. So she could soar free as a bird with her special relationship and really know how good it was, and really know that she was being fulfilled, that her Destiny had been hard at first but was to lead her to a still deep pond of great depths where her spirit truly lay. She and those who guided her were brave souls and had given wings so that she would eventually know how to fly. Fairy books suggested that she should fly from birth. But they were fairy stories. She had to gain her wings - or at least the use of them.

She being of a different vibration than those of the low world, could see the paths through it, see the hurdles and know a way out. She with her insight could map charts for others who would otherwise fall at the hurdles and ditches set upon the earth to ensnare people in their passage of life. Her nature, she knew, was always different. Sometimes she almost lost heart for it was so hard to see. Instinctively she moved on, had to retrace certain steps that seemed familiar, but it would now be so different.

Now she could sense it near, now she felt the breeze in the leaves in a new way, something familiar but lost was approaching.

Soon, soon He would come.

Together they would move forward. He would know the path to take and how to unfold the wings that could tease flight from the very air she breathed.

On gentle summer days they would spread those feathered limbs and soar on warm currents under cotton-wool cumulus clouds, buoyed up by her nature and His control, supported by the heavens themselves.

We are beginning our journey.

Take my hand and I will lead. My strength is greater than you have ever imagined.

Dream Catcher

Her writings flowed in a stream of consciousness.

...I need a Master who can break my spirit free, to teach it how to fly. It oozes from me, emotion totally overwhelming, swamping me. I have no way to hold it in check. After a lifetime of being suppressed, my sexuality needs shape and form to be allowed to develop, to explore in a safe, protected, trusting environment, with a Master who has a greater control than the conditioning of my past, who can instruct and teach to bring out this side of me, who will cherish and love me totally and completely forever. He will also need to understand my barriers, and help push beyond, having the experience and the wisdom to know my limitations. Will you accept the challenge?

Pandora

The answer was immediate.

Control... instruct... cherish, is the way it will work in this relationship between us, on the journey already begun.

I’m wondering if your turning back to a relationship based on control with caring could be cathartic. Living out the real you... being held by Me.

You have taken a brave step given what is an abusive past and the fears it leaves you with today. But your courage will be rewarded. Master/slave relationships are about feeling more, being allowed in safety to explore deeper and beyond the limitations you know. And it is within that relationship that I can give you wings and teach you to fly.

Being open the way you are you need a different type of relationship. For it is through your openness, your vulnerability that I will make you strong, protected and safe within controlling love.

I will be firm with you, so that when past hurt wells up and you fear and rally against me, I will hold you secure. At other times you will find me gentle, generous as a Lover, pleasing you as you will please me.

We will walk together on a moonlit beach, and on other times face the wild rushing as it stirs the waters up into shocks of spray that tear at our hair and makes our faces glow red with its energy. And we will know that we have lived. I am a Healer. My energies are strong and what you have said of your needs makes my desire to know you grow stronger.

I accept your/the universe’s challenge.

We will walk hand in hand in Innisfree. Your dreams are the sweet embrace of Morpheus. You will find me gentle and strong in your waking life, and that which has disturbed you we will together shrug off like waking from a bad dream and ride the flow of energy as is right in the life tension that flows between us.

The porthole of another dimension beckons. Will you have the courage now to follow it through and thus discover your full potential?

Dream Catcher

Control. Instruct. Cherish. The words tasted bittersweet, and yet something about them connected deep within her soul. She was certain she’d found what she’d been looking for all her life.

Dream Catcher

You have awakened the thirst in me, the desire to fly. Will you really ride with me on the crest of a wave of pure orgasmic emotion? Will you really be there for me... holding me tight? Please, I need you to be firm. I need to know your strength, your control, is greater than the power within. You have unleashed this wild thing, making it reach out for you... craving your attention, asking you to meet its need. Please can I ask; where does this take us now? And be warned, in unleashing this as yet untethered beast, she will share in abundance. She loves your words, she soaks up your passion, she is already a part of the Dream. Lead me, harness me, hold me, guide me, teach me, include me, make me a part of your power, your magic, your love? And please, write soon?

Pandora

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