Freedom in Bondage

A long time ago when I designed my profile on recon I did a series of photos that illustrated how I saw the work I do with my slaves

 

Those pictures form a story that I call “Freedom in Bondage”

 

Although I find it to be nothing more than a children’s tale it nevertheless has its appeal

 

I offer this tale as a gift to my former slaves who have seen those pictures but did not fully grasp its contents

 

To those that were once touched by my hands and my teachings and have opened your wings to fly away may this guide you to go further

 

To those who have yet to taste the cold steel and the rugged leather that binds hands and feet, may this serve as an encouragement to find in yourselves the strength to take their first steps into this world

 

To those that require my teachings, come

 

My story for you

 

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Freedom in Bondage – The Illustrated Tale

 

Running to your job trying not to be late

 

Another day begins

 

In a costume you do not like, doing the things you hate to do, you surrender yourself to one more day in your life

 

Live binds you tightly and fills your life with mundane tasks that provide you with little or no satisfaction

 

You feel something is not right

 

You seek more

 

You seek to live… but not the tale you live everyday

 

The story you seek hides in a dark place inside your heart

 

It beats quickly when you feel its taste

 

It has a strong bitter flavor that heats your body until you can take no more, only to seek it again and again, each time wanting it harder and longer

 

Each time you are about to do it you think to yourself

 

 

Can I take this path

 

Will I find satisfaction in it

 

Will I be able to return

 

 

Questions and doubts lock you in place

 

But your desires stare at you, tempting you to a place where you will be lost

 

 

You seek something hold on to Some place where you can be safe

 

Someone that can hold you tight and not let you go

 

This path is written down

 

Waiting for you to pick it up and surrender yourself to it

 

 

You cannot deny yourself no more

 

 

You return home after your work

 

It is empty of content

 

Cold

 

It freezes your heart

 

Only shadows keep you company

 

You leave the costume you wore and the role you played with it

 

You prepare yourself for another part dressing something practical for its purpose

 

You close the door behind you

 

You roam the streets to your destination in search of someone to take you

 

You are not going randomly

 

You know His location

 

Was it your choice or was it His choice

 

It does not matter

 

Two paths cross

 

The time to submit is here

 

To Him

 

Your Master

 

 

The first steps are always hard

 

There is much to shed

 

Your feet feel like those of a statue

 

Cast into stone

 

Unable to move

 

 

A hand breaks the spell that you are in

 

It guides you to the path you wish to find

 

Freedom

 

Nothing comes without effort but this is what you want

 

And you take it

 

Eagerly

 

Obediently

 

To become a slave

 

His slave

 

 

Let your lungs breathe to its full extent

 

Let your body sweat

 

Let your senses be stimulated until all is lost and you are found again

 

The time has come to set your sail to the open air, to let it fly with pride

 

 

It is the time to live

 

And be free