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--- 2002-09-07 --- 3:46 a.m. --- Prayers, please... m'Lady, why don't you start? Takash, Facade... thank you for giving us protection and stability. We've been struggling through for years, and fighting this battle for as long as we can remember... thank you for taking a bit of the weight off our shoulders, however briefly, whatever the cost may be. Your care and kindness is our salvation. *snickers* You'd let him come in, rip away your boys, slap a collar around your throat... and you'd thank him for that? You could have dealt with her on your own, you know. You didn't need his help. I think we did. We weren't having much luck without him, now were we? At least this way, it's one less problem... and he's not interfering with my boys. I asked him to keep them safe. Believe what you want... fool. Thank you, Master... a girl thanks You for the pleasure she feels when she is allowed to serve You... and for the pleasure You take in her obedience and her fear. She thanks You for laying claim to this foolish slave, for teaching her Your will, for guiding her according to what You would have her be. this girl is Yours, Master... Yours in every way, Yours through every second, every minute, every hour, every day. this girl surrenders herself gladly to You and thanks You once again for each day in which You choose to allow her the joy that she finds only in serving and submitting to You. You, I can't actually gripe about. You were taught to parrot those beliefs, and it's hardly your fault. Although you COULD at least try to be a bit more original. this girl is being honest - fuck off. Not a nice way to talk to someone, now is that? You'll WISH I were the one punishing you, when this is all said and done. this girl doubts her Master would punish her for yelling at an idiotic semi-self like you, Blue. Really? We'll see about that. I hope he's at least willing to teach you respect. Next... hey, girl... why not you? *sniffles* Oh, come on, speak up... don't you want to say thank you? ...thank you? Aye, thank you for putting your name on me, that no one else will ever own me... thank you for laying claim to me, denying me any chance to seek other pleasures and other masters... thank you for pointing out just how little I'm worth, how pathetic my value is in your eyes and in the eyes of others... thank you for tearing apart my hopes. Now THAT's what I like to hear. Funny, that the least of you has the most spirit. But that was a bit gloomy... won't someone liven this party up a bit? Me, me! *snickers* This should be good. Go ahead. ...our Master who art in Kadin, Facade be thy name... thy kingdom come, thy will be done, in Portland as it is in Canada... give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, or at least don't shoot us without warning... lead us not into Invader Zim, but deliver us some Inu... for thine is the klingons, and the powerpuffs, and the hentai, for ever and ever, anime. *laughing* Definitely amusing... and rude... and for MY sake I hope you're beaten black and blue for it. It would amuse me. It wouldn't amuse the rest of us. Oh, keep quiet... isn't it someone else's turn to pray now? Doubling up here, a two-fer... ...'cause we have similar tastes... ...and similar needs... ...and we'll both slit your throat the moment you let us out of your collar. Thank you, oh Lord and Master... thank you for sharing your hungers and lusts, for revealing that part of you which makes us tremble with mixed fear and desire. Thank you for choosing to savor the dreams we lay out before you, our fantasies and needs becoming an offering spread willingly on the alter you create. Thank you for the bonds that keep us free of Her, and thank you as well for not attempting to stifle our hatred of ANY such bonds, allowing us our rage and violence. Thank you for controlling that rage... for giving us an outlet for it, wordplay and the thoughts of a brunette kneeling at your feet as we tease her into agonized, helpless submission. Thank you for showing us that you appreciate what we are... and for showing us your weaknesses, that we may keep hoping and keep plotting until you too are locked in our collar. And two left. I'm guessing you'll keep the child silent? *nods* All right, then. One left. Speak up, girl... let's see some of that fancy speech you are so proud of. Thank you, Hani... thank you for knowing me well enough to understand that cutting this prayer short doesn't mean I am not thankful, doesn't mean I am not yours... it only means that you own my head and heart so completely that words fail me. *soft smile* Yours. ...pathetic. Truly pathetic. I think it's been interesting, at the least. I suspect their Owner will find it so as well. I think he'll find it as sickly-cute as I do. Pathetic little slavegirls, all of them. That would be the point, yes. --- previous entry --- next entry --- --- all content is copyright, ditto graphics --- IE, 800x600 --- |