CD's slavegurl


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This willowy woman moves into view with a dancer’s grace.
Turning a slow sensual circle, you see I am five feet, seven inces tall,
of medium frame, trim, almost athletic body.
From the time I could walk, I was either taking dance lessons or figure skating
and have maintained form and flexibility into my mid-thirties now.
Straight dark, chestnut brown hair brushes my narrow waist,
a fringe of bangs meets fine arched dark brows framed over slate gray eyes
that darken to black with emotional charges.




View Poetry Dedicated to my Master

Hello, I am CD's slavegurl and I belong to CarpeDiem .
Having worn His collar for since October 1997 now, we celebrated O/our first year anniversary
with a cutting ceremony, my inner right thigh now adorned with a fine scar that represents my "truename".
This is not the first collar I’ve worn, but it is the last I’ll ever want.


Born submissive, raised by a domineering Matriarch of a large, family, my maternal Grandmother
who ruled with an unyielding strength.
Since her passing in my early teens I sought that domination and guidance from every adult in my world,
all too often giving lovers power over me they didn’t deserve or know how to handle.
At the age of ten I created the game of “tie-up hide’n seek”
handing my male playmates a double-dutch jump rope to tie me up then hide while I attempted to free myself
and find them. ~soft chuckle~
Ever since, bondage of all forms is my craving.

Finally now, as CarpeDiem’s slave I’ve found joyous outlet for my submissive soul.
Our D/s relationship is real. He keeps me safe and guides me, and believe it is only a matter of time
and the right alignment of the moon and stars that I will kneel before Him in the flesh
and be His completely, and always.