First one, then another of my dark and old wooden medicine chests you watch, your eyes reflecting on tear-strewn cheeks that I warn you to not wipe away, for those tears belong to me I created them and I will be the one that deals with them, Close your eyes and relax. The pain reassures you that you are living a full life and that you have been fulfilled by a massive amount of Passion; a Love so Divine.

While your saturated lashes matte against your soaked cheeks, an unguent of restoration, again a Love so Divine, is compounded Husbandry's Love: the giving and the taking away, of pleasure, of pain, of Sunlight and of Reign. Then you become aware of the soothing, softening, relieving feeling that is spreading like nightfall over and into your tortured body bringing quiet to the throbbing and bleeding agonies of yon fleshly abode of your soul that is mine. The ways that I have of application of the substance enhances it's effects considerably so that you would become aroused if the exhaustion and your injuries were not so great "forgive me, Master" you whisper "for I fail you as a woman. I am too small, too weak.”

Hushing you with a kiss I tell you that you are mine, that you are injured that I am deeply involved in mending you back together at the moment not dissecting you with critical comments, and that you must always be in accord with Me and now is a time for you to participate in this healing and moreover criticizing my property is my prerogative no one else's certainly not your prerogative, you are a mere slave suddenly I squeeze your hand, hard enough to slightly injure it, to make the point clear for the future,” all influences upon you are my prerogative, not yours!" This will include belittlement and praise you have no ego nor any guilt except by my choosing that you have them by then my unguent for damaged feminine genitalia has been working upon you, and you are deeply relaxed then I give you a dip in warm water rinsing off the thick-set results of our passion: blood, tears and much more I dried you and carried you to bed, where I left you, a porcelain doll that had been played with quite vigorously..

Closing... the door onto the night..


© Roxanne Rene Ann

Firstly Ekstasis hello and welcome to the site.

You have a gift of crafting and structuring words… It was an enjoyable read; but at the same time a little confusing. A small synopsis about the book, or a run down of the currant situation would lead the reader into the story with more fluency, making what is being read more understandable. Even though, don’t get me wrong, you are a very impressive writer and by the finish we understand what it is about. But a small introduction would help immensely.

I look forward to reading more.

Thank you for your insight! This piece is just a short story a prose if you will. I like to keep the reader a little confused but intrigued at the same time. Confused enough to keep the reader going forward with my words if that makes sense!?

For an introduction the title says it all, “A Masters Devotion”.

Confused with your words or with the story if it's with your words well then i don't see how people will know what your writing about. If it's with the story well that is only a problem only if in the end of the story if the point your trying to make is not revealed.

I’m referring to my stories, not to confused where the reader gets bored or too lost to drop it altogether but an alluring confusion. Everyone has their own unique style of writing and this is mine. –winks-

Alluring indeed, i did enjoy..

that was awesome. the only problem is that its a little hard to follow with the lack of punctuation. i know, i know, its supposed to be sort of stream-of-consciousness. but otherwise its great.