<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31559466</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:28:36.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart &amp; Soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31559466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-heart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349652267078705863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31559466.post-115379481997245970</id><published>2006-07-24T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T15:46:17.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1366/3424/1600/Complete%20surrender.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1366/3424/320/Complete%20surrender.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dedicating this to my Master.  MasterK9, this is a weak attempt to show the bond between a Master and His slave.  I do not intend to speak for the feelings that You have for Your slaves, nor do I try to speak for the feelings of any other slaves.   I only wish to display the feelings that this slave has for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 2 years ago when we began to chat on an occassional basis something inside told me that You were the Master that I truly longed for.  You display a sense of control, an authority that is so natural to You that it flows like a river that could never be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first met, face to face, I was overtaken by that control.  It wrapped itself around me, giving me a feeling of security to which I could not compare.  I knew that if I never did anything else, I would serve You to the best of my ability, in every conceivable fashion, as often as I was permitted to do so.  When You offered me Your collar to wear, I was breathless.  I knew this would lead to a journey in this lifestyle that submissives search years to find, and many never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew my feelings for You were strong, however Your absence was like a loss or an emptiness that I never anticipated.  Every second that I have spent chatting with You since Your return has been like a precious gift to me.  Hearing Your voice magnifies my feelings 10 fold, and increases my anticipation of the time W/we shall spend together.  Master, I cannot thank You enough for the gift that You have given me.  The gift of control, the gift of being mastered by You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say that I am returning that gift to You by offering You my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; heart and my soul&lt;/span&gt;, but how can I offer You something that from the moment You said, "the collar is Yours" was totally and completely owned by You.  I no longer had control of it, it no longer was mine to give to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best I can do, is everyday, submit to You as completely as I can.  The fact that our relationship is of distance makes it difficult at times.  At other times it perhaps enhances it, as I work harder to please You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a perfect slave, and I still struggle with issues, and I still fail at things.  I am still human and the best that I can do is not give up, and continue to try.  I want You to be proud of me, and I rejoice in hearing Your praise.  I cry in pain, from my failures.  It is not a physical pain, but an emotional one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank  You Master for Your strength, Your control, Your guidance, and Your touch.  I extend to You in any fashion that I am able, my total submission.  You do own me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31559466-115379481997245970?l=pink-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/115379481997245970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31559466&amp;postID=115379481997245970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31559466/posts/default/115379481997245970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31559466/posts/default/115379481997245970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-heart.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-dedicating-this-to-my-master.html' title=''/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349652267078705863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
