Shy's quaint country cottage

[Seranova]

We barely remember who or what came
before this precious moment,
We are choosing to be here right now.
Hold on, stay inside
This holy reality, this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in

This body. This body holding me.
It's my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, we are eternal
All this pain is an illusion.

Alive, I'm

In this holy reality, in this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in

This body. This body holding me.
It's my reminder here that
I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me,
We are eternal
All this pain is an illusion.

Twirling round with this familiar parabol.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and
Celebrate this chance to be
Alive and breathing,
This chance to be
Alive and breathing.

This body holding me
Reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember.
We are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.

 

[ShyMystica]

"Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever."
- Mahatma Gandhi

"Every man dies - Not every man really lives."
- William Ross Wallace

"A person starts dying when they stop dreaming."
- Brian Williams

"Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact.'
- William James

"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment."
- Buddha

"Life is never easy for those who dream."
- Robert James Waller

 

[ShyMystica]

 

[ShyMystica]

If I beat this...

 

[ShyMystica]

For a while after the rape, I was afraid of my own sexuality, because I got raped right about the time when I started developing physically.
Fiona Apple

I define my sexuality in terms of the people that I love.
George Michael

I am sensual and very physical. I'm very erotic. But my sexuality exists on a sort of a fantasy level.
Donna Summer

I put myself on the line with my truth and my sexuality. That is my choice. My choice.
Anne Heche

Pursuit and seduction are the essence of sexuality. It's part of the sizzle.
Camille Paglia

Sexuality is a big issue, but there are others - how much you commit to a relationship, to social obligation, to honesty and being honest with yourself.
Ang Lee

To ask women to become unnaturally thin is to ask them to relinquish their sexuality.
Naomi Wolf

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wolfling comes running. Hands filled with gifts. Simple things. Things that only underline the feelings this young woman engenders without trying hard. There is a small bouquet~made up of spring flowers, because this woman gives the Wolf hope. A small crystal ball that represents this woman's purity of spirit, even with her flaws. Those flaws make the Shy One better, stronger, more special. And lastly, a small pendant that represents this woman's connection to the Earth, to the Sky, to the Winds, to her friends, to herself.

The gifts aren't much...but they express what the Wolfling wants to say...much better than words. With a brisk knock, she strides inside and drops the gifts on a table, for the Shy One to find. There is no note. there isn't a need. The Shy One will know who they come from, and why.

Wolfling disappears...

 

[ShyMystica]

This piece is for my benefit only. It is a task I had set for myself. I have sat here and argued with myself to put it up or not. On an act of pure pride I am putting it up. You don't have to read it. It is long and probably really boring to everyone else. But to me it marks a huge stepping stone I accomplished today. This is also an act to beat some shyness. So yea...you don't have to read. In fact, don't read it. I encourage that you don't. The point of posting is purely for me.





The room was perfect. Sofas, lounge chairs, her chaise, the small coffee tables all pushed up against the walls of the small lounge room leaving the middle of the room bare, with the exception of a few items. First was the wall-length mirror that stood proudly in the middle of the room, yet hidden under a white sheet. On either side sat two large candles; one lavender and one rose, both burning brightly to illuminate the small area. In front of the mirror rested two plump pillows. To the side of them was a tray covered by a towel. Perfect.

Slipping her towel from her form, she let it fall to the floor before making her way to the middle of the room. She stood a moment, eyes studying every object intensely before she sighed deeply. Then she knelt, the pillows protecting her knees from the hardness of the polished wooden floors. Soft, delicate hands rested upon her thighs, eyes closed gently as she breathed deeply. In and out. In and out.

It was time for her second self-given task. A task she willed herself to face to come to a deeper understanding of herself. A task of understanding pleasure. On the surface one would assume such a task to be quite superficial and rather pointless. Why? Because pleasure was obvious. It felt good. Anyone could work that out. But for her it was a different story.

Reaching forward she clicked the remote and the song began to play. Her song. The song that spoke to her soul and centered her. The effects were instant; the gentle beat stirring within her as the violins sung sweetly to her spirit. Then it changed; the beat deepening, the call of her ancestors speaking to her, driving her, pushing her. She could feel her blood begin to pump with the connection the song brought her. A complete connection to who she was. Her mind, body, soul and her; the one simply known as Phoenix.

As of yesterday the name was given to the spirit of her inner submissive. The one she had been neglecting for years. She had chosen the name to symbolise the life-changing journey she was about to embark on. This task was the second step upon that journey.

Calm, centered, relaxed...it was time to begin.

Lifting up the towel draped over the tray; several objects came into view. A tall glass of iced water; several pictures and three toys. She breathed deeply as nerves began to settle within her, her shyness swiftly encasing her in a bundle of anxiety. Which was silly. She was ready for this. She had been ready for a long time now. Fear and shyness was a relentless curse for her. With another deep breath she took the photos and placed them side-by-side in front of her. These photos were her first task to herself. The task was simple; find pictures that spoke to Phoenix. And she did.

Emerald eyes took in each photo intently; her mind capturing every detail that spoke to her. After a long, deep personal discussion she discovered why she loved these pictures. Bindings, to most, were a symbol of a loss of freedom; of being trapped. But these, no. To her they were images and beauty of the most treasured thing she could ever experience; trust. Each picture, unique in subject, carried the extension of the trust she yearned to have. She could feel Phoenix stirring within her at these images. A sense of sadness overcame her, just as the day she found them. Sadness that she couldn’t experience such things physically, emotionally, spiritually.

With a deep sigh she pushed the sadness away for the time being. Now was not the time to focus on such things. Now was about pleasure; and her place on the subject. Breathing deeply she focused on Phoenix, willing her to speak.

A long, deep breath in and it dawned upon her that it was far easier for to give pleasure than to receive. Giving was part of her nature; so deeply engrained that she gave without thinking twice. The happiness giving pleasure, in any form and degree, satisfied her...left her feeling accomplished and needed.

A slow breath out and the next realisation hit her deeply, shaking her very soul. The realisation of why she never felt at ease to receive such things. The first being self worth. She never felt worthy to experience such things, to be given such things. The second was trust. With pleasure came pain; but never in the way most would assume. With her pleasure, emotional pain always followed. The trust always broken and left her heartbroken and at a loss of where to step next. But to trust one enough to allow them to please her? To pleasure her to the extent of complete submission?

Phoenix stirred within her again, this time painfully. She yearned for this. Hell, she needed it. But to find it was another thing all together. This was the next battle she would have to face. One day...one day. For now she could face the lack of self worth on her own; no trust involved. If one were to think that she had never pleasured herself; they would be greatly mistaken. Pleasuring oneself was easy; far too easy most times. But to feel such pleasure radiate in your soul? To push passed all self hatred, negativity and pain? That is what she aimed to do today.

With her eyes closed, her body relaxed as she remained knelt before the covered mirror, she breathed in deeply. On her exhale her hands rose from her thighs; one hand softly caressing the strands of her blonde hair while the other rested upon her bare shoulder. Another breath in and the aroma of lavender, rose and vanilla swept through her senses. It was her scent; the lotions she used to cleanse her skin just minutes before. The lavender relaxed her and allowed the courage to continue.

The backs of fingers caressed her face; closed eyelids, cheeks, nose, jawline, lips. Her fingertips lingered for a moment while her mind focused on the sensation. So sensitive they were; the yearning to kiss rising at the caress. Then she continued; fingertips gliding down the slender lines of her neck, exploring the sensitive skin of her throat. She shivered, her bottom lip slipping between her teeth. Yes...one of her spots. A knowing smile played upon her lips as her fingertips continued to explore.

Tickling across her collarbone; her hips rock at the sensation. Another spot. Across the smooth skin of her shoulders, down toned arms, tickling wrists, then back up. The thought crossed her mind how soft her skin truly was. The first positive thought she remembered in a long time; she truly did love the softness of her skin.

The swell of her breasts filled each palm and her hands finally stopped. A gentle squeeze and her chest arched forward as a soft moan left her lips. Yet another one of her spots. She could already feel each nipple pushing proudly against her palms. Another positive thought; she liked her breasts. Their sensitivity, the suppleness, the size, feel, colour. Yes, she did approve of her breasts. With another gentle squeeze, fingertips caressed each before pinching at each nipple. A gasp this time. Fingertips pinching harder then pulled, ever so gently, her body following as her head fell back. Hips rocked again, her core seemingly wanting more friction, more attention. Not yet.

“Ouch...”

Okay, too much. She released each tender nipple; the sting remaining as each breast jiggled back to place. She smiled at the sting...she did enjoy that. But there was more to go. Soft palms continued down her body; exploring the firm, soft valley of her stomach. A negative thought; she was too thin these days. But she pushed the thought aside; now was not the time. Instead she lowered her hands still, caressing the curves of her hips; thumbs teasing her hip bones causing her to shift slightly. Another spot. But the negative thought returned; she missed her hips. They used to be full, feminine, soft...now was just a faint memory of the femininity she once adored about herself.

Inwardly she scalded herself and pushed the thoughts away; her hand swiftly moving lower to massage her lean thighs. Her past of running left her thighs toned and lean...another positive thought. On instinct she shifted; her knees sliding further apart; the pillow nestling against her core. Another moan as her fingers drift to caress her inner thighs, her hips rocking slightly at the pleasure the new friction gave. Her fingers continued to move; down to her knees, and back up in a slow, sensual tease. Her body shivered at her own feather-touch; thighs spreading wider.

With a delicate shift of her wrist, her right hand moves to cup her sex gently, the other continuing to stroke at her thigh. She was warm; she wasn’t surprised. The heat of her core melting into her palm. A solitary finger dipped; more heat, damp slickness cradling her fingertip as it brushed against her clit. Her body shivers as she gasps; the pleasure racing through her body. Yes, she loved that. But that would wait. For now another idea came to mind.

Her emerald eyes opened slowly and fell upon the glass of water. Leaning forward she took the glass and drank deeply before dipping her fingers into the icy waters. Taking an ice cube into the warm cavern of her mouth, she placed the glass to her side and settled back into place; hands upon her thighs, knees spread slightly, eyes closed.

Slipping the cube between her lips, she let the icy chill linger a moment before letting the cube slip into an open palm. Her head tilting to the side, the cube found her skin at her jaw; shivers causing her to moan gently. She loved the chill against her warm skin; the difference arousing on more levels than she could focus upon. The slick cube moved; gliding over her throat pulling a whimpered sigh from her open lips. Again her hips moved on instinct, grinding against the pillow beneath her as the friction momentarily satisfied her. Droplets of icy water fell between the swell of her breasts in a slow, almost painful tease. By the time the droplet had reached her navel it had warmed to room temperature; the cube in her hand dissolving completely.

Two more ice cubes were find; one in each hand. She hesitated a moment; slight fear racing through her mind. But Phoenix was insistent; then the cubes found her breasts; teasing around the pink areola; making the sensitive skin sting blissfully in their wake. Biting down on her bottom lip, she tensed a moment before the bite of the cube settled upon each nipple. Eyes shot open, her head falling back, mouth agape as a gasp shattered the silence of the room. She didn’t move; she fought every thought in her mind to move the cubes. She wanted the sting; wanted to test her limits. All the while her hips rocked against the pillow; her needs swiftly rising past the friction the pillow was limited to. She wanted more...NEEDED more.

Warmth surprised her; fingertips caressing at nipples as the realisation that the cubes had melted dawned upon her.

Perfect...

Another cube; only one this time. The destination clear in her mind. But she paused again; the cube nestled between fingertips as the icy water dripped between her thighs to the pillow below. Again fear caused her to hesitate; was it pushing her too far? Was this stupid? But she didn’t let the thoughts linger. Instead the cube settled upon her heated nether lips; her body jolting again as thighs spread further. Sensitive; so sensitive. She didn’t let the cube sit for long, instead gliding it down the outside of a puffy lip, then up the other. By the time she had reached her starting point, all logical, rational, comprehendible thought had dissipated in her mind. That and the cube had melted to the size of a small fingertip.

Without a chance for hesitation to take hold, she pushed the remainder of the cube between slickened lips; finding her clit as the blissful sting shot through her spine.

“Oh God, yes.....”

She was acting on instinct now; the cube quickly melting against the bundle of nerves leaving the fingertip to soothe the bite. There was a thought to find another cube; somewhere in the mist of her hazed mind. But it was quickly ignored; her fingernail scraping lightly, nudging, flicking...teasing in any way that built the pleasure the fastest. Wet...so wet. The thought raced through her mind. She was surprised; not that she was wet, but the extent of it. For the briefest moment her attention was brought to the puddle between her legs upon the pillow. She was wanton; desperate for release. She knew it...it had been too long with constant sexual frustration for her to last much longer. Her body demanded it; open thighs trembling, stomach taunt, breath caught, chest arching forward...she was there.

“No!”

She stopped. Her hand tearing from her core to grab the mirror before her. Stability; she needed stability. Her head fell forward; forehead resting upon the cool surface of the mirror as she tried to pull herself back from her release. Each panted breath carried the word...

“No, no, no, no...not yet...”

She smiled at the last word, her breath finally caught as she breathed deeply. She cursed inwardly; she was close...so close...just another clit-flick away and she would have sunk into the bliss. But she wanted to test herself; push as much pleasure on herself as she could manage.

Slowly her eyes opened, a look of surprise suddenly reflected back to her. The sheet had fallen, leaving her bare to her own eyes. The purpose of the mirror was for her to see the true extent of her needs; to see the beauty, if it existed, that she was in the moment she succumbed to her pleasure. She wasn’t ready to see it, hence why the sheet remained. But it fell, and she was forced to see it. Her features slowly softened as she took in the sight that was her; her skin shimmered with a glow and a light sweat, the light of the candles flicking across the mountains and valleys of her body to cast her form in an erotic vision. Her lips plump and red, ready for kissing, tasting, exploring. Her cheeks blushed deeply; as too her cleavage as it rose and fell as she breathed. But it was her eyes that mesmerised her. They were deep, dark, expressive pools of emerald lust. She didn’t see the shy, nervous, timid woman that usually she found in her own reflection. Replaced was a woman of need, of arousal, of sexual beauty. She was speechless, lost, intrigued. But her need didn’t allow for such curiosity to be satisfied now.

Cock...

Phoenix was blunt and straight to the point. She wouldn’t deny her, not now. The whole purpose of this was to embrace her, not fight her. She had spent far too long denying her, repressing her, ignoring her...and it left her a confused, depressed, lonely woman. She was passed the point of refusing herself, refusing her needs, her desires....of refusing the humanisation of all these things that was Phoenix. No more...no more. But the need couldn’t be satisfied now, well, not to the reality that a man was needed.

Instead her hand fell upon the toy; soft, flexible, the one more designed to feel like a man than the others. It was a poor substitution, but it would do for now. There was no patience left within her to play games now. Thighs flexed, hips rose, the toy tip nestling at her entrance. Her eyes remained transfixed on the sight within the mirror. She would watch; fuck the shyness, the nerves, the anxiety...she would force herself to see the passionate woman that lay within.

Hips lowered, the head of the toy pushed and split her; opening her, stretching her, filling her before pushing deeper. It was slow; part from being careful, part on simply just wanting to watch the site. By her next shuddered breath the toy was buried within her, her pussy resting once again upon the pillows, her palm sitting against her clit as it held the toy within her with stretched fingers. Her walls clung to the substitute male-length; gripping then releasing; gripping then releasing...over and over. She was full, completely stretched and split. A part of her yearned for a man; a particular one. But she couldn’t, wouldn’t allow herself to focus on that. Her heart lurched a moment at the thought of him buried so perfectly within her; completing her, filling her...fucking her. But no...not now.

Her hips rose, pulling herself off the toy completely. It glistened with her arousal; her juices dripping down the slick length of the toy within her hand. Again it mesmerised her how aroused she actually was. Her pussy ached to be filled. She wouldn’t deny. Keeping her hips high, she pushed the toy in again, a slow but firm push up, then out again....in and out...in and out. Each withdrawal pulling whimpers, gasps and soft moans from her open lips. Each push in pushed the toy in deeper, her palm nudging at her clit causing her to tremble. Gods she was close again, and so quickly. Inwardly she forced herself to hold off...

Not yet...not yet...not yet...

But she was too far gone now. So she compromised. Three more thrusts...just three more.

Her spare hand gripped the mirror tightly, her forehead pressing against the cool surface as she forced herself to watch as she fucked herself for her own pleasure.

A deep breath in and the toy fucked deeper. She bit her bottom lip as her body trembled; her walls coiling around the small toy before it withdrew again.

A deep breath out and the toy pushed deeper again. Her hand gripped the mirror tighter, her knuckles turning white. She could see her thighs spasm, her stomach twitch; Hell, she could feel her clit pulse against her palm. Fight it...fight it...just one more.

“Fuck...”

The final push and she finally released; her body jolting violently as the wave of her orgasm tore through her body, her mind, her very psyche. The white bliss took over; there was no thought. Just wave after wave after wave of intense pleasure as she came hard around the make-shift cock. Then it calmed, subtle aftershocks continuing to race through her body as her mind finally freed of the orgasmic haze.

She laughed softly as she breathed deeply to calm herself. Aside from the bliss that continued to pulse through her body, she was filled with pride. Something she wasn’t used to feeling.

For a moment she pondered if the task was successful; truly successful. She pulled her thoughts inward; Phoenix was content for now. That proved its success. Finally her head lowered. For most submissives this was an act of respect. To her such an act was easy. To keep one's gaze was what was hard for her. But the true meaning of the act this time was no different. She submitted to Phoenix; a might feat on itself. She submitted to her needs for the moment and came out with a better understanding of who she was; truly and deeply.

With weak legs she rose finally, her eyes scanning the scene. Pillows no longer neat but squished, a deep wetness upon one with the glistening toy resting upon it. The glass was tipped, the sheet upon the mirror in disarray upon the floor. It was a mess; quite a mess for a clean-freak. Pulling herself away from the mirror, her eyes took in the smudges upon its’ surface. Fingerprints of delicate fingers; a forehead; lips open and imprinted. She would keep the smudges there for a few days. Yes – evidence of the task she completed. This would remain as is; the rest would be cleaned later. For now it was time to shower.

 

[ShyMystica]

Umbrella

Monsters

Hemorrhage (In My Hands)

I Want You To Want Me

Kitty

Cherry Lips

Take It Off

Suck My Kiss

 

[ShyMystica]

*It had been an exhausting night. Every night was exhausting, if she were to be honest. But the last was testing her ability for composure. Up and down, restlessness, anxiety...it all gravitated to her soul and left her beyond restless. Three hours sleep wasn't enough for anyone.

She emerged from her room; but for once her appearance didn't reflect her exhaustion. It took a great deal of strength to not physically succumb to the weariness of her mind. But she stood tall, head held high, her movements graceful, slow, delicate.

Pulling her robe around her form tightly, she settles at her piano, her eyes taking in the nude portrait she was working on. She took mental notes of changes; splashes of colour needed upon the curve of a hip, a tweak to the facial gesture; a strand of hair not sitting quite right. She had three weeks to complete it. She doubted it would happen. Another thought pressed through her mind. She should write today. Find words to finish her post. She aimed to have it done yesterday...and that didn't happen either. She was disappointed in herself for that too.

She breathed deeply to push that stress aside. She had far too much pressing on her as it was. A soft flick of her wrists and the cover flipped open, exposing the ivory and ebony keys to her eyes. Instantly she calmed; the sensation under her fingertips soothing her soul. She wouldn't ever be able to explain how much peace she found just simply sitting at a piano, or any other instrument she played.

Her eyes close, and she played. A piece that she often played; one of her favourites as it always seemed to reflect something within her. The melody quickly rose within the small room, drowning out all thoughts, fears, anxiety....all negativity within her. The melody swelled within her, pushing her fingers to move with emotion.

Peace...*

 

[Sasha25]

*walking in, silently, not wanting to disturb a dear, new friend, leaving a bouquet of sweet, smelling flowers, and the offer of a hug when needed*

 

[dragonrazor]

*slips in with an armload of stuffed toys*

 

[ShyMystica]

*She feels a presence stirring. Eyes open and spins on her stool, seeing the stunning flowers left for her. She frowns slightly, having missed the beautiful soul who left them for her. She hoped that Sasha was feeling better than before. With a soft sigh she stands from her stool she quickly gathers the flowers up and carries them to her kitchen, finding a vase and placing them within.

Out the corner of her eye she notices a dragon, her smile returning softly*

Hi Dragon.

 

[ShyMystica]

 

[ShyMystica]

*2 days.

That was all that was left until the day that she had dreaded would dawn upon her.

She wasn't ready. But she was ready.

Sea-green eyes watched the unlit fireplace; her form curled up upon her chaise wrapped only in a blanket. Another night of little sleep. She gave up some hours ago. Her mind was too busy. So she sat, expressionless, comforted in the silence of her quaint home.

2 days.

The bastard would win again. But that was true of life. He would remarry; move on into a happiness he may not deserve. Such words were harsh for her to admit...but it was true. The man that created the demons within her at such a young age. The man who willed them to grow, darkening her soul in ways that she would never recover from. The man with his neglect, selfishness, spitefulness, and emotional abuse put her on a path to a life that she now was trapped in.

The last wasn't a fair thought. Her current life was a result of her own doings; her own choices. No one could be blamed for another's life. She believed this. But he...there was no darkness he suffered, no suffering at all. He would marry and be happy. A new life. A new start. One she wasn't ready to give him yet.

A part of her was happy that he found joy now. But another part was filled with anger, sorrow, despair. She needed to forgive him. To ultimately let him go. Her eyes closed tightly at this thought, eyes shimmering behind closed lids. She prayed every night that she was stronger than this. Prayed she harbored a strength that could forgive the man who created her demons. But not just strength for that. Strength for the rest of her family. They knew nothing of her current illness. Why? Because she kept it from them.

She was the strength of the family who was broken...broken by him. She held the family together since such a young age. She became a carer for her heartbroken mother. She became a guardian for her younger siblings; desperately trying to hide them from the realities around them. She sacrificed her life, her happiness, her faith for their own. She would never change that. And right now, because of this man, the family was hurting. She needed the strength to help them now. She could deal with her own later. She needed strength...strength she wasn't sure she had.

She breathed deeply. Soon the numbness would take hold. She would be acting on pure logical thought. No emotions, just actions. She would crash once the wedding was over. She knew this. Those who knew her knew this. She could already sense their preparations for the downfall. It wasn't their place to help her through the falling. But she loved them all the more for it. Today, however, was not that day.

She wouldn't cry today. She had cried enough for this man over the years. He would not get another from her soul. She would stand strong, head held high, a heart filled with empathy, compassion and kindness. She would smile and embrace herself...love herself even. Today she would do these things. Why? Because she deserved it...she wouldn't let this man taint the rest of her future. She would forgive him on his wedding day. And from that day forward would be a new life for her. She deserved it...*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Heavy, dragging footsteps. The kind that seem to echo. The woman moves through the mist, through the sadness that seems to cause the very air to tremble. Her head is down, so that others do not see the hurt she harbors, the weariness she has spent months learning to live with, to deal with, to hide from.

In her hands? A small wicker basket. The basket's contents are covered by a snow white linen cloth. Inside? A photo in sepia tones. There is also a small black jewelry box that holds a beautiful piece of quartz. These are things that remind the woman of Shy.

She stops, just in sight of the cottage and pulls out a piece of parchment. There are only a few words upon the creamy expanse. But they say enough. She lays the parchment on top of the cloth and places the whole basket on Shy's porch. Then? She retreats.

Alone is that place
where colors are muted by
heart break. You are not.​

 

[ShyMystica]

 

[ShyMystica]

A possible Av

 

[ShyMystica]

Possible Story Idea

 

[yeishia]

A possible Av

As you can tell by my av. pearls in bondage, are a personal favorite of mine, I think they would suit you well Shy.

I adored the one you had before this new one it was sheer perfection. I like the one you have now too it used to be mine a year ago Veroe gave it to me.

Great minds think alike

Possible Story Idea

I can definitely see a story here I thought so the minute you posted it as I stole it for Bliss. My dark angel Mmmmm, except he has much darker hair and wings.

 

[ShyMystica]

As you can tell by my av. pearls in bondage, are a personal favorite of mine, I think they would suit you well Shy.

I adored the one you had before this new one it was sheer perfection. I like the one you have now too it used to be mine a year ago Veroe gave it to me.

Great minds think alike




I can definitely see a story here I thought so the minute you posted it as I stole it for Bliss. My dark angel Mmmmm, except he has much darker hair and wings.

You can take the pearl bondage picture Yeishia. It does suit you.

 

[ShyMystica]

I Belong To Me

I belong to me...

It's not that I don't wanna share my life with you baby
It's just that I'm the one I need to be true to baby
And I won't give up me to be part of you
It's not that I don't wanna have you in my life baby
It's just you gotta know that it's got to be right baby
Before I open up my heart to you

I don't need somebody to complete me
I complete myself
Nobody's got to belong to somebody else

I belong to me
I don't belong to you
My heart is my possession
I'll be my own reflection
I belong to me
I'm one not half of two
And if you're gonna love me
You should know this baby
I belong to me

I gotta let you know before I let you in, baby
That who I am is not about who I am with, baby
That don't mean I don't wanna be here with you
I do

I don't need somebody to complete me
I want you to know
I'll give up my love but I'm not giving up my soul

I belong to me
I don't belong to you
My heart is my possession
I'll be my own reflection
I belong to me
I'm one not half of two
And if you're gonna love me
You should know this baby
I belong to me

Oh yea

Love don't mean changing who you are to be
Who somebody wants you to be
Nobody's got to belong to nobody

I belong to me
I don't belong to you
My heart is my possession
I'll be my own reflection

I belong to me
I don't belong to you
My heart is my possession
I'll be my own reflection
I belong to me
I'm one not half of two
And if you gonna love me
You should know this baby
I belong to me

 

[yeishia]

You can take the pearl bondage picture Yeishia. It does suit you.

Thank you Shy ...everything but the panties I think *giggles* imagine how un-comfy they must be.

Seriously I adore the av I have ...real pearls too.

If you do not use it I shall borrow it for Bliss if I may.

 

[Veroe]

As you can tell by my av. pearls in bondage, are a personal favorite of mine, I think they would suit you well Shy.

I adored the one you had before this new one it was sheer perfection. I like the one you have now too it used to be mine a year ago Veroe gave it to me.

Great minds think alike
:.

Curious.

Is it just the aesthetic beauty to the image of someone bound with a string of pearls or does it have a unique element I'm missing to the act, Yeishia?

 

[yeishia]

Curious.

Is it just the aesthetic beauty to the image of someone bound with a string of pearls or does it have a unique element I'm missing to the act, Yeishia?

Veroe is a combination really.

I adore pearls I love their inherent warmth their subdued luster. When bound with them on the one hand they would seem to be the embodiment of my submissive nature in that I choose to give myself to my dominant because of course it seems as if I could easily escape one would think right?

Perhaps from a string of cheap imitations which snap easily.

Properly strung cultured pearls however are very difficult to break they bind as effectively as rope. To me they represent the unspoken bonds between a true Master and His submissive, they represent the beauty I find in such a relationship. Softness and steel found in both partners.

Vous et nul autre, it is the corner stone of who I am.

I hope that I am making sense? *blushes.*

EDIT: I am unsure if I am expressing myself properly Veroe as you can see for me it goes much deeper than a perfect esthetic. I do not want to hijack Shys's personal space if you ever want to discuss this further you are always welcome in Sol or you can PM me.

 

[Veroe]

Veroe is a combination really.

I adore pearls I love their inherent warmth their subdued luster. When bound with them on the one hand they would seem to be the embodiment of my submissive nature in that I choose to give myself to my dominant because of course it seems as if I could easily escape one would think right?

Perhaps from a string of cheap imitations which snap easily.

Properly strung cultured pearls however are very difficult to break they bind as effectively as rope. To me they represent the unspoken bonds between a true Master and His submissive, they represent the beauty I find in such a relationship. Softness and steel found in both partners.

Vous et nul autre, it is the corner stone of who I am.

I hope that I am making sense? *blushes.*

EDIT: I am unsure if I am expressing myself properly Veroe as you can see for me it goes much deeper than a perfect esthetic. I do not want to hijack Shys's personal space if you ever want to discuss this further you are always welcome in Sol or you can PM me.

You made perfect sense and that was a beautiful explanation too Yeishia. In fact I may have to steal a bit of that for Inferno House later on.

I absolutely love it when you wax all poetic on the beauty of BDSM topics like that. Too many people see the act of being bound as degrading or ugly or smutty instead of beautiful and daring and ultimately connecting (I hope that makes sense).

Anyway thank you for the information, Yeishia. I'm nothing more than an interested observer to the lifestyle so I try to soak up as much of actual participants in its oppinions and thoughts in it as I can.

Sorry to hijack your thread like this, Shy.