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The Master's Creed
Above all else He cherishes His submissive, in the knowledge that the gift she gives Him is the greatest gift of all. He is demanding and takes full advantage of the power given to Him, but knows how to share the pleasure that comes from that precious gift.
He is in control of Himself first and foremost, so that He may control others. As a stern and demanding Master, He can cause His slave to cry real tears. As the consummate lover, He will then kiss the tears away, without stepping out of character.
In times of trouble, a Master will leave the roles behind, to be a supportive friend and partner, never forgetting that this is still a loving relationship between two caring individuals. He is quick to understand the differences between fantasy and reality. He would never ask a slave to put Him before her career, or family, just to satisfy His own pleasure.
To win His submissive's mind, body, spirit, soul, and love, He knows He must first win her trust. He will show His submissive humor, kindness, and warmth. He must always show her that His guidance and tutoring is knowledgeable and deserving of her attention, that this is a Man she can learn from, and trust His direction.
He is romantic enough to be protective and chivalrous. When called upon, He will fight for His lady's honor. He proves to her that He is someone she can lean on, and depend on.
When it comes time to teach His slave her lessons of obedience, He is a strong and unyielding professor. He will accept no flaw, nothing less than perfection from His student. Never does He use discipline without a good reason. When He does it is always with a knowledgeable and careful hand.
He is always open to communication and discussion, always ready to hear her wants and needs. He is patient, taking time to learn her limits, and knowing that as her trust of Him grows, so will they. He never has to demand ritual behavior by her. She responds to Him out of the want of pleasing Him. Compliance comes from the wanting to please, not the fear of punishment. He understands the fragile nature of mind and body and never violates the trust given to Him.
He is secure enough to laugh at Himself and the absurdities of life. Open minded enough to learn new things. Strong enough to grow. His tools are mind, body, spirit, soul, and love. He understands that each partner gains most from pleasuring the other. And both of them knows that love and trust are the only bindings that truly hold.

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Solace in Servitude: A Confession
I have a confession to make to you, my beloved owner, my Master; the yang to my yin, the domination to my submission, the de Sade to my von Sacher-Masoch.

Your caress burns my skin like flame; the cruel kiss of your whip to me feels like a lover’s caress. Why, you ask?
Because you wield your whip to correct me, to make of me your perfect slave; you strike me with your crop and your whip and your wicker cane not out of hatred or anger, but from love. Your touch is how you reward me for my loyalty to you, for my love to you; your punishments are tender reminders of how much you care for me, that you would care enough about me to shape me like raw clay into the form which best suits you.
Insanity? Perhaps. Strange? No doubt to those who do not truly understand.
But in that paradox, that riddle that binds me to you even though outsiders would claim that one cannot own another, I find strength. I find release.
I find love.
They who claim that I am not your slave can never know, can never understand, how you make me feel. They would claim that what ties us together is not love, not passion, but perversion -- a sickness.
I am sick, but not in the way that they believe. My sickness is one of the soul -- that I cannot bear to be anywhere but at your feet, your leash upon my collar, your cuffs around my wrists. Without you, I am in torment beyond description; how, pray tell, am I to survive on my own in such a state?
You command me, you own me, you enslave and possess me -- yet I make of myself my own gift to you, I sacrifice myself upon your altar in your name, I surrender my secret, inmost self to you with every word you utter, every gesture that you make, every glance you deign to bestow upon me.
If I avert my eyes, if I look down at your feet instead of meeting your burning gaze, do not think any less of me; I turn my glance away because I cannot bear to have you see how much I need you, how much I crave you like a drug. And what a drug you are -- no addict in thrall to a needle can know how you flow through my veins, how you are the air that I breathe, the food that I eat, the water that I drink. All that I am exists only because of you; I am nothing without you.
In your presence, I am complete; away from you, I am hollow, empty, merely a shell. I am the mirror that reflects your magnificent presence, the shadow cast by your light, the planet which orbits your star. I die a thousand deaths each second that I cannot serve you; my whole being is in torment when I am not where I belong -- and where I belong is wherever you decide I should be.
When I cannot be yours, I am bound in chains that no chisel can break, no saw can cut -- for the chains which bind me are forged of my own will in the furnace of my heart, annealed in the passions which you arouse in me and tempered by my need to serve.
Am I foolish, to be your slave? Then let me be your fool. Do you disdain me for my weaknesses? Then be my strength. Do you cast me aside like a broken toy when you are done with me? It is because you are the one who has shattered me, shattered my will and sundered my spirit.
I am yours, mighty Master.
For only in your chains can I truly be free.
Only through my service to you can I find the solitude which defines me.
Only you.

--written by Kitirena


Welcome to яє∂-vєℓvєt ¢нαιηѕ.
Here you will be able to play by the rules given unto the ranks (Masters/Doms and slaves/subs) in their creeds and confessions.
Or you could ignore them.
Place your collar upon the person/s of Your choosing.
Or maybe you prefer to be the one collared.

This isn't your regular guild, where the Master is kind with every moment, slathering His owned in affection. Sure, those are here, too. But you'll also find the Master that couldn't care less about their Creed. If you're a weak spirit, getting claimed by these ones... You might just wish for Death to visit you a little sooner.
This isn't your regular guild, where every slave is a willing participant. Granted, you'll find them inside... But you'll also find the rebellious souls who think they're meant to be the dominant.
Keep on your toes, and watch your step.
Let's not anger anyone, now...

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(a) Short for "Bondage and Discipline, Sadism and Masochism." A catch-all term for a broad array of sexual practices, especially involving restraint and inflicting pain.
(b) An overlapping abbreviation of Bondage and Discipline (BD), Dominance and Submission (DS), Sadism and Masochism (SM).

Sadism and Masochism The practice of using pain as a sexual stimulant.

To be a sadist is to enjoy inflicting pain onto others in a sexual way.

To enjoy being on the receiving end of sadism. masochists love being whipped by crazy dominatrices or freakish gang rapists.

To enter:
~ Let us know if you are a Master, a submissive slave, aggressive slave, or a Switch. **
~ Also include an example of your posting. It must be more than four sentences (eight to ten words each). **
~ There is also a small fee, which will be automatically be taken upon your joining.

If you do not fill out the entry properly, you will be denied. Period.

This is a semi-literate to adv. literate guild.
No one-liners.
Do your best to keep it that way.
Slackers will be kicked to the curb.