Kneeling at My Master’s feet the chaos of the world fades into nothing. I await Her direction, grass growing over my calves. Her hand rests upon my crown, marking my place in the whole of things. My place, here, beneath the hand of Love.
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Originally posted on twitter for #Kinktober2020 Prompt: Master/slave
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I do, occasionally, enjoy kneeling at the feet of my lover, resting against them, feeling their presence protecting me.
Even so, I would make a terrible BDSM “lifestyle slave”, or even taking a servant type role; placing my faith in someone to direct my life seems foolish when I’m pretty damn good at it myself. But I get the appeal. When the world gets tough and I place myself under the hand of the Goddess, in Her care, there’s a sense of peace and I can breathe for a moment.
My Lady doesn’t demand it of me, my choice to rest in Her arms is, each time, freely chosen. And when I find my courage again, I find the spark of the divine that moves me, within me. She walks with me. She is me. Everyday I choose to remember that I am always under the hand of Love.
God is self and self is God, and God is a person like my self. ~Victor Anderson, Feri tradition.
Twisted Ms Quin 