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The Rose -
A True Story

Nov 23 2001

This morning while speaking with Master, He asked me what day it was and I informed Him of the date. Within a few minutes He asked me what day did He collar me, and this too I knew. Being a woman we know all the important dates. Once again, He asked me what date it was, and once more I told Him. Was at this point, He wished me a Happy Anniversary. I was at work, sitting at my desk, and tears of happiness quickly sprung to my eyes. Honestly, I was speechless. Never have I had a man, wish me anything, let alone a three-month anniversary from the day He collared me. Thank goodness I was at work, and someone came into the office then, to distract me from the thoughts rushing through my head. When I returned to talk with Master, He said, “there is a message on the board.” I went to read and found a message from Him along with roses. Tears now ran down my face and I was speechless. My mind was reeling.

Nov 3

Master ordered me to go to the bathroom, not sure why but He did and I went. I found a single red rose resting on the vanity. Heart beating with joy, my love growing for Him, as eyes rest upon the gift, one that may hold so little value to others, but was worth more then its weight in gold to me. Clutching it tightly to me as I returned to Master, not dare letting Him see all my happiness, thanking Him profusely, placing the symbol of love in water.

Driving home that weekend the rose resting beside me, constantly reaching out to caress the soft silky petals, to capture it between my fingers, bringing it up to inhale deeply of its sweet fragrance. A smile of love caressing my lips. Upon arriving home, finding the perfect vase, carefully placing the rose in it, setting it upon my desk, in plain view for all to see. Each and every day, touching it, reminded of His love for me. Reminded of His kindness, His caring. Watching…waiting…for the rose to slowly die. Each day smiling as it withered more., touching the thorns, knowing the hurt, then the petals, knowing the love, looking to the brilliant green stem and waiting for death.

Soon the rose drooped, the petals became even more fragile, more fragile then the greatest of loves, then the love Master and I share. Dry and brittle, I knew it was time. Carefully, so as not to disturb the resting symbol of love, hands reached out to pull it from its vase, looking around my home, moving into the bedroom, knowing where it will hang for the next two days, smiling happily as I hang it where I can see it, knowing the meaning it holds for me.

Cautiously, like a newborn child, checking the rose each day, seeing it becomes dry, brittle, and careful so as not to disturb it. Finally, knowing the time was right, pulling it from its hanging spot, and resting it upon the table. Heart light with love and devotion for the Man that gave me this gift, looking to the rose knowing the time had come.

Working tenderly upon this rose, feeling the prick of a thorn on my fingers, knowing Master had caused this hurt, then feeling the velvety petals in my hands, knowing Master had caused this softness, feeling the love in my heart. Seeing how late the evening was, shrugging it off as I continued with my work, intent upon my duties. Standing an hour later, to look upon the rose, to see the radiant red petals, the vivid green stems, the sharp thorns, knowing that once more it was alive, that the love will never die and the rose, will rest quietly, in its rightful. Slipping off to bed, waiting for the rose to dry.

Waking up to a new day, immediately dashing into the dining room and gasping in pleasure, seeing the rose as I left it, red, alive, and waiting. Carefully reaching for it once again, placing it again in it’s vase, and setting it within the china cabinet knowing it had earned its rightful spot.

I look at the rose today, and see love, the love of a Master and slave. Never have I felt so overwhelmed with feelings like I did that day. Last weekend Master gave me 6 roses, they too sit upon my desk, I am not sure yet, what I will do with them. Then today, Nov 23 2001, Master presented me with the roses seen upon this page. I thought, I believed, I would never feel they way I did Nov 3, I was wrong.

Today, I realized once again, how very much I love the Man that owns me.

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