Freidenker. Realist. Ästhet. Individualist. - Submissive with a mind, serving with a smile – loyal, listening, learning. Continuously kneeling to New York.
🖤 The Path – A Devotional Chronicle
This diary is not for me.
It’s for Her.
Each night in July,
I kneel. I wait. I crave.
No release. No commands. No noise.
Only longing.
Only ritual.
Only reverence.
A pair of nylons.
A closed body.
An open heart.
A dedicated mind.
@MdmedeTournelle Ich danke Ihnen für die Erläuterungen. Mit Wien hätten wir eine Gemeinsamkeit. Vielleicht ergibt sich ja mal eine gemeinsame Tasse Tee dort.
@MdmedeTournelle Die fehlende Substanz hat nach meinem Dafürhalten eher mit der Stadt zu tun. Selbst auf der Boundcon meine ich Schicki-Micki-Flair zu spüren. Für Substanz und Tiefe ziehe ich Berlin vor. Was meinen Sie, Verehrteste?
Day 313
The Mirror
I sit before the mirror
made up, dressed
I recognize my face
and at the same time
I do not
the tears come without resistance
not from sadness but recognition
as if something hidden for years
has stepped in front
for the first time
I feel complete
Day 312
Sir
Dressed in black leather
He stands before me and I kneel
I feel myself serving
attention narrowing
around the need to please
another thought
how would it feel if You were there
watching, guidingshaping the scene
until even this became a form
of serving You
Day 311
Friends
It is different with those who know me
a hesitation, a slight shift
as if something no longer fits
the shape they held of me
not rejection
but the moment before it
where doubt enters
and I cannot tell
how far it will go
Day 310
Emergence
what once stayed hidden
begins to take shape in the open
I notice it in small shifts
a detail that remains
instead of being removed again
less correction or holding back
and with that something settles
not perfectly or finally
but no longer an exception
Day 309
Release
the mind narrowed around it
nothing else coming close
everything aligned toward it
and then release
what felt absolute loses hold
but something remains
how completely it shaped my focus
how little else was allowed
a force simple, direct
but certain to return
Day 308
Loyalty
Because I know for whom I am moving
the more closely I follow Her
the more clearly I recognize
what matters to Her
what She notices immediately
nothing scattered or divided
only the feeling
of moving in one direction
when no part of me is elsewhere
Day 307
Anger
She said if She slapped him
it would not be in the fun way
and I understood
I recognize it in Her quickly
the altered tone
I do not want distance from it
the urge to kneel, to come closer
instead I remain far away
only able to stay present
with Her inside it
Day 306
Yes
Three letters on a small display
they alter the direction of the day
I watch them enter me
the body responding
before reflection arrives
Her decision settles into mine
I feel it move through me
and with it the strange comfort
of no longer needing
to decide alone
Day 305
Kneeling
Kneeling before Her
changes the meaning of the moment
attention gathers in the body
I feel Her presence
settling into posture and skin
there at Her feet in stillness
and willing placement
I leave those moments clearer
closer to the shape I was meant to take
Day 304
Peace
She is sitting on the sofa
legs crossed in Her heels
I move to the floor and take my place
the body finding its position
without hesitation
everything that was restless
loses its hold
nothing to decide or to carry
only this
the certainty of being where I belong