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Sunday Spotlight

Each Sunday I highlight a character from the upcoming novel She Waited. Today's Spotlight is on Brianna, a most. . . unique woman.

 

 

 DK: Hello Brianna, and welcome. Thank you for speaking with me.

Bri: Certainly. Tis a pleasure.

DK: That's a great accent, a bit like music. Irish?

Bri: Oh aye. I'm from our Green Isle sure as not. 

DK: May I also say, you have lovely red hair. A bit like another young lady we have featured here on the Spotlight.

Bri: (smile) And I thank you for the lovely compliment.

DK: Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

Bri: I dinna have much to tell you. I'm but a common woman.

DK: Well, um, perhaps but you don't have feet and you float instead of walking. Plus I can all but see through your, um, body.

Bri: Oh aye, yes, I supposed there is indeed that small little fact.

DK: Can you tell us why you're mostly transparent?

Bri: T'was a curse done to me because--- (loud clap of thunder). Well then, I guess I won't be telling you.

DK: We spoke with a Brendan and he--

Bri: (grabs DK's arm and shakes it) You spoke to Brendan? Is he well?

DK: He looked fine. He doesn't speak much though.

Bri: Nay, not about some things he would not. Tis glad I am he's well.

DK: You're his wife.

Bri: That I am.

DK: Is he cursed as well?

Bri: (looks up) He is, aye.

DK: Anything else you can tell us?

Bri: Love always finds a way. And now I must go.

DK: Thank you for joining us for Sunday Spotlight. Join us next week for another interview.

 

Brianna as she appears in She Waited:

Kylie watched, spellbound, as the shape of a woman came into view. Her long red hair, the color of Kylie's own, streamed behind her, plaited and braided away from her face then left to waterfall down her back. She wore a light blue flowing tunic, a bit toga-like in appearance, her deep blue eyes intent upon Kylie. She was slim, her fingers long and slender as they held a scroll. She seemed about Kylie's own height. It was hard to tell. Her feet were not visible. She was not walking. She was floating, above the floor. And she was translucent. Kylie’s jaw dropped.

“Ah, now, no need to have any worries, Kylie love. I’ve nay wish to harm you. I just need your assistance.”

 

Sunday Spotlight

Each Sunday, I spot light a different character from the book She Waited. In today's Spot Light, we have Captain Brendan, son of Brian, as our guest. Please help me welcome this... intriguing character.

DK: Hello and welcome to you. I understand you're a Captain of a ship?

B: I was, once, long ago. I've not been a Captain now in... many years.

DK: Did you find a different job then?

B: Nay, my ship was... lost.

DK: Lost how?

B: In a storm. I prefer, lass, not to speak of it.

DK: Um, all right. Tell us a bit about yourself, Captain.

B: Brendan, please, lass. I'm but a simple man, no titles please.

DK: I hear a bit of an accent in your tone. British?

B: Never! I be Irish, lass, and proud of it.

DK: I see. How did an Irish Sea Captain end up in this land?

B: Quite by mistake, let me assure ye lass of that. I be here not by any choosing of me own. But of broken promises and of curses and such.

DK: Curses? Broken promises? Could you please elaborate?

B: Aye. Twice a battle between two old--

*Deep BOOM of thunder rents through the air, shaking the very floor*

DK: Sounds like a storm is coming.

B: Indeed there is, lass. Indeed. Please excuse me, I've matters to attend.

DK: Thank you for joining us today. We've researched long and hard to find a picture of Captain Brendan's ship, and it's attached below, along with a somewhat cryptic photo of the Captain himself.
Please join us again next week.

 And an Excerpt, of Brendan from She Waited:

Finally he had found his way back home. At last. His beloved Eire. Only it was no more. He stood on the hill where he had stood so many times before. He looked over the land he had watched so many times before. He had taken this all for granted, he thought. Believed it would always be here, never change.

But it had.

He fell to his knees, weeping unashamed. He had lost everything. His friends, his family, his home. His Brianna. Oh Great Goddess, his Brianna. And he had no one to blame but himself. No one at all.

“So what shall you do now, Brendan, son of Brain?”

He looked up into the Great Goddess’ eyes. He swallowed, took a few deep breaths. “I owe to you a debt, my Goddess. And now I’ve a score to settle too, for taking my Brianna.”

“Ouch, now, Brendan, you did that to yourself. ‘Tis not me to blame for what you did. And to correct it, you know what you must do.”

“Then why am I here? Why am I not in the land where she is and where I made the great error?”

my Weekly Assignment, part 3

Sir,

 

i choose this picture because of its beauty and because it is something i would, with Your consent and permission, like to try.

i love the way her body is arching TO the wax, and the expression on her face. i want that to be me, with Your hand holding a flame above me. i want to be beautiful and feel that delicious burn, the drops of wax to mark my skin, and to know Your hand is doing this exquisite art work. i want to look at the patterns of wax Your hand drips upon my body and wonder at why You choose that particular pattern and what You will do next. i want to see Your face as You mark me in this beautiful way.

i want You to know You have all in me in all You ask of me.

And i want to explore the wax play, Sir. i want to know what it feels like and the desire it brings. Something in me longs for it, needs it, craves it. 

Which is why You assigned this to me. You knew the needle play terrifies me, and is not something i wish to do, yet would, if You ordered it, since all You have asked of me has been for my own learning, experience, and growth. You knew i desired this wax play, that something in me longs for it. And You have started my training and learning in this.

When shall W/we explore further, Sir?

Your ky

my Weekly Assignment Part 2

Sir,

 

i choose this picture because it represents giving and that is what i want to do for You. Give.

Her fingers are cupped around the wax, even as it drips between her fingers. She is trying, to me, to hold this even as it slowly slips away from her. It is being 'destroyed', yet creating something new. Once straight and proud (i think), it is now, literally a puddle. Yet still it shines brightly.

i feel that way with You. i once thought myself so strong and independent, straight and proud, if You will. But it took You lightening me to show me the power of true submission and the rewards which come from it. i still shine now, brighter, i think, because You molded me from what i was into something better.

And i gave that to You, Sir. Even when i feel it all slipping away, i gave it to You. All. 

After all, You do call me 'little flame', don't You? *soft smile*

So that's why i choose this picture, Sir.

Your ky

my Weekly Assignment, pt. 1

Sir,

i choose this picture because it shows my feelings for You best. 

i felt, at first, when i realized i was in love with You, that You have stabbed me through the heart, because it was a hopeless love i could never dream might be returned. You are Everything in Your world, the undisputed King, the head of all Masters, the One all slaves long to be with and to be called 'Yours'. i was a newcomer, unaware of Your ways, Your lives, Your manners and customs, and even terrified of You even as i was drawn to You.

i could deny You nothing, even when i tried, even when it felt my heart was pierced and breaking. Do You recall, Master? You would scream at me, WHAT DO YOU FEEL??? TELL ME!!! and i couldn't. i would try so hard to SHOW You, because i just couldn't say what You wanted. But even as i shattered, and all i thought was 'right' and 'correct' was destroyed, i realized You were slowly, painstakingly, stitching me back together.

So that's why i choose this picture. Because it's my heart, which i gave You and You needle played back together.

Your ky

your weekly assignment

little flame,
This week, you will choose one of the pictures you posted from each section last week and write a detailed explanation as to why you choose this particular picture and what it says to you. I want your feelings on the photo and why. 'Because it was my assignment' is NOT an acceptable answer.

you have until Friday, little flame.

M

Sunday Spotlight

Each week, I'll spotlight interview a character in 'She Waited' so readers can 'meet and greet' and get to know a bit about them before reading their story. This week, it's a pleasure to introduce you to Yasmina.

 

DK: Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you, Yasmina. And may I say, you have striking eyes. 

Yas: You may of course say what you will. Eyes are the mirrors into a soul, which explains why so many of you  non world woman do not wear veils.

DK: Um, I'm sorry, I'm not certain I understand your meaning.

Yas: I mean nothing. Or perhaps I do.

DK: All right. So, tell us a bit about yourself.

Yas: What is there to tell? I am a woman and I run His household.

DK: His...being. . . The Pain Master?

Yas: Some call Him that.

DK: I thought it was His name.

Yas: A name is something one chooses for him or her self is it not?

DK: Well, usually the parents choose the name.

Yas: Not when the seedling grows into a tree.

DK: Okay. So, how long have you worked for the Pain Master?

Yas: Our work can not be measured in months or years.

DK: It can't?

Yas: No.

DK: *gestures*  Do you always wear a veil?

Yas. Yes.

DK: What work do you do for the Pain Master?

Yas: I already told you.

DK: What are your specific duties?

Yas: I help with the training and the marketing.

DK: What sort of training?

Yas: Whatever the one needs at the time.

DK: What did Kylie need?

Yas: Only to believe in the fire her spark could ignite.

DK: And what was that?

Yas: What she needed.

DK: *crossing one leg over the other* Did anyone ever tell you talking in riddles isn't fun?

Yas: *smiles and stands* May your path be sunny. Good bye.

DK: Well, good bye *talks to empty room*

One last photo of Yasmina, woman of mystery.

 

my weekly assignment Pt. 3

Master,

Here is the final part of my assignment. The last 7 of the 15 wax play photos You bid me post.

my weekly assignment, part 2

Master,

Here is part 2 of my weekly assignment. 15 wax play photos. There are 8 photo here, Sir, and i will add the other 7 in the next post.

my weekly assignment 9.25 Pt. 1

Master,

These are the 5 Needle play photos You requested i post as part of my weekly assignment. i had to go conservative, Sir, as the Site Admin told me nothing too graphic.

 

i will be adding the Wax Play photos next Sir.

Your ky

your weekly assignment

little flame,
your assignment this week is to locate and post twenty pictures here on this blog. These pictures will show fifteen scenes of wax play and five scenes of needle play. No 'moving scenes', simply photos. your choice of the degree shown.

I expect this assignment completed before the end of tomorrow.

Do not fail.

Sunday Spotlight

Sunday's Spotlight is a day late due to unforeseen circumstances. Please welcome KYLIE, one of the heroines of 'She Waited'. This petite red headed sub slave is a true oddity in this world where dark hair, dark eyes, and olive tone skin predominates. I met with Kylie in her garden, under a gorgeous flowing cherry tree and she allowed me to take this one photo.

DK: Welcome Kylie, and thank you for taking the time to talk with us.

Ky: Oh, no worries. I like being able to tell O/our story.

Dk: Well, let's dive right in then. How did you come to be a sub in The Pain Master's house?

Ky: Well...*slight hesitation as she twirls a gorgeous strand of incredibly long red hair* First, i'm a slave sub, not just a sub, and there's a difference. Second, i didn't come willingly to His world, but i'm there now of my own free will and i'll never leave.

DK: Can you explain that a bit further please?

Ky: It's complicated, like in those Face Book statuses. *small laugh* Let's just say, my first few weeks in His world were as a captive. i didn't try to escape because there was no where to go. i began training as a sub slave and... *another small laugh*  i realized all the things i thought were 'wrong' weren't. And that i really enjoyed my new career and role.

DK: Okay. That's as clear as mud now.

Ky: Let me try to take out the mud, then. You know how when you first have to experience something-- riding a bike or trying a new food-- is scary because you don't know what to expect. You've heard horror stories about riding a bike: it hurts, you can't be steady, etc. But you want to try it. So you try it, and yeah it hurts when you fall. But after a while, you get the hang of it and it becomes easier and more fun.

DK: So being a sub is like riding a bike?

Ky: Well, both involve riding something. *another laugh and a big wink* No, I meant the experience. It was all new to me, and foreign, and it hurt a lot at first. But it doesn't hurt now. It's...  normal.

DK: And the Pain Master?

Ky: What about Him?

DK: He's rumored to be a cruel Man with no conscious or feeling. Some slaves sent to Him are never seen again. His entire family for generations were known for their...training methods in breaking rebellious slaves and subs. How do you respond to these rumors?

Ky: *shrugs, long hair moving over her shoulders like a living flame* i really don't respond to them. It's a scary title and history on the surface. But it's not Who He is. i am blessed i found that out.

DK: So He's really just a sweet, docile, little kitten.

Ky: No. *laughs so hard she bend over at the waist*  He's fearsome, stubborn, and so set in His ways sometimes i'd like to just smack Him! But when you love someOne, and He loves you back, you often see sides of Him not shown to the world. And i do.

DK: He doesn't speak often and doesn't seem to like questions.

Ky: No, He really doesn't. But i talk enough for both of U/us. *grins*

DK: So what else can you tell us about being a sub slave?

Ky: It's not a world for everyone. Some don't belong there and it should never, ever, be taken as a game or lightly. Being a sub is giving up everything: all your secrets and fears, all the control, your body, your mind. That's something many people can't or won't do. It's hard to let go of things we feel 'right' and 'wrong' sometimes. But when you do, you realize a whole new big world you never would have known before. But you have to be willing to let go.

DK: Sacrifice you mean.

Ky: *small frown as she thinks this over* In a way, i guess. But when you give up something, you usually get something back, right? You have to be willing to make a leap of faith and have complete trust in Him. And He in you. Or it doesn't work.

DK: There's much talk about 'control' in a Master/sub/slave relationship, and you just touched on that. Can you expand a bit?

Ky: The thing most people don't 'get' about the D/s relationship is it's ALL about trust not so much control. You trust the O/other completely with everything Y/you are. Many people can't do that, because they feel losing themselves, or their control. But when the relationship works, when B/both give their all to it... a bond deeper than anything in the universe can and does develop. This bond is deeper than even marriage because it's based in complete trust. Many never achieve it because they can't trust that deeply.

DK: Wow, sounds like you're describing something everyone searches for and few find.

Ky: I am. No only in a D/s relationship, but in any relationship, isn't it? People aren't meant to be alone. W/we all want and need someone to share things with, both the good and the bad, the dark and the light. D/s relationships are just a different way of expressing love, emotion, and pleasure. That's all.

DK: That's a very interesting view point.

Ky: Well, i learned my lessons well.

DK: Speaking of lessons, we hear you have a certain talent.

Ky: *grins and a small giggle escapes* I dance. You'd call it 'belly dance', i guess. Yasmina taught me and i love it! Plus i'm really good at it, so He loves for me to dance for Him. And i love doing it. i don't dance in public as much anymore, but the first time i did there was almost a riot in the Men. *giggles again*

DK: Oh my! That's sound interesting!

Ky: It was, so read the book and see it for yourself.

DK: Thank you Kylie for speaking with us today.

Ky: No worries. take care.

Join us next week for another Sunday Spotlight.

What Being a Sub Means to Me

Sir,
When i first came to You, i did not want to be in Your world. i did not understand, nor comprehend, nor know. You taught me and showed me a new world, a new understanding and a new life. And i thank all the gods You did.

What being a sub means...

It means Loving SomeOne completely, and giving Him all, mind, body and soul while trusting He will not destroy you with the ultimate power of giving completely.

It means being willing to explore things and ideas you once thought abhorant, or weird, or outright 'wrong'. It means being willing to admit perhaps He knows you better than you know yourself.

It means putting SomeOne ahead of yourself because it gives you pleasure and fulfills a need in you, not because of a 'power' trip or threats, but simply because it is what you want to do.

It means knowing i am never alone, even when You are away. It means when W/we are apart, the reunion will be all the sweeter because W/we realize the precious gift W/we have been given in each O/other, and know how truly blessed we are.

It means even when i miss You, i sleep secure in the knowledge You love me, protect me, comfort me and honor me, not because You are my Master, but because You are mine as surely as i am Yours.

It means there is no other place on this earth i would rather be than with You.

Thank You, Sir, for choosing me.

Your ky

your weekly assignment

you have pleased Me greatly. For you:

 

your assignment this week is to journal here on what being a sub means to You.

M

Something for U/us

 

You are my very heart and soul, Sir. i love You.

Sunday Spotlight

Each Sunday, I'll Spotlight a Character or Place from She Waited. Today's Spotlight is on one of the heroes, The Pain Master.

DK: Hello, and Welcome to Kase's Korner.

PM: Hello.

DK: Could You introduce Yourself to U/us all, please, Sir?

PM: I'm the Pain Master.

DK: *waits*

PM: *regards steadily, no eye movement*

DK: Perhaps a bit more?

PM: I am not One to speak of Myself.

DK: Oh, well then. What does a Pain Master do?

PM: The name is self explainatory.

DK: Yes, but there are many levels of pain.

PM: *steady regard, no eye movement*

DK: What sort of Pain?

PM: The kind which comes with or causes sexual arousal.

DK: In a Dom?

PM: Most usually. The slave's wishes never come before the Master's.

DK: In all cases?

PM: In the cases I train slaves to be of useful value, yes.

DK: But there is a special slave, isn't there?

PM: *steady regard, no respond, no eye movement*

DK: By the name of kylie? A dancing slave?

PM: *leans forward* she is Mine. W/we do not speak of her.

DK: But She Waited is Your and her story and--

PM: *grabs DK's wrist, eyes flashing and face set in hard lines* I said W/we do not speak of her.

DK: *clears throat* All right then. So Pain Master, You train slaves to be sexual conquests for the Masters who purchase them from auction, is this correct?

PM: It is the Way.

DK: What Way?

PM: THE Way, an established Way of life and how things are in this world. It has been this Way for generation after generation. I am from a long line of Pain Masters.

DK: I see. With great power comes great responsibility, ehh?

PM: *steady regard, no eye movement or response*

DK: I see. You are greatly feared in this land. I begin to understand why.

PM: Do you?

DK: *swallows* Um, yes, I do. You also have several servants in a non sexual capacity don't You?

PM: I do.

DK: Yasmina, for one.

PM: Yes.

DK: How long has she been in Your household?

PM: Many years.

DK: And she is...?

PM: In my household, yes.

DK: But what does she do?

PM: Whatever I ask.

DK: And what do You ask her to do?

PM: Whatever I need done.

DK: Oh. Well, thank You for speaking with me today.

PM: You are welcome. *leaves*

And there's our spotlight on The Pain Master, obviously the strong, silent, Man-of-few-words type. Here's His description when kylie meets Him for the first time in She Waited:

She looked at his broad back as he strode with long strides down the dirt-colored corridors. He was incredibly tall, broad, but not fat. His dark cloak swirled as he walked. Every inch of him, from his dark hair to his leather boots, screamed power. His hands alone were three times the size of one of hers. him. He looked at her, his dark blue eyes seeming to peer into her very soul. His hands, hot and firm, closed around her upper arms as he pulled her toward him. She stiffened and braced. He lifted her, wrapped his cloak around her, and held her against him. Her chilled skin warmed. Her eyelids flew open. And she drowned in the ocean of his eyes. He said nothing, just held her more tightly as he began to walk again. His movements were like riding a horse, she thought hazily. A fine stallion, smooth and easy. He smelled of leather, too, and musk and man. His heart beat under her ear, a steady rhythm of sound, soothing, comforting. Safe.

But He was the Pain Master. And now He owned her.

Master

i have not forgotten. Thank You for reminding me. i mean every word of the below:

i love You, Sir.

Your ky

Master and kylie's home looks like this. Credit to Brian Matiash Photography. The real life name of this house is The Vista House in Oregon, USA.

To Master, kylie, Yasmina and many others...it is simply called Home.

your punishment

you disappoint Me in your failure to complete your assignment. I have thought long on your punishment and as you have grown to enjoy My crop, there must be alternative means.

For your punishment:

Ah........the liner of the "Toy Cabinet" is looking a bit old...you are to purchase some scarlet velvet.....remove the old lining and replace it....then arrange the toys in order of the frequency of My use. For those I rotate, you will place together as a line and easily accessible to Me. This includes My flogger, My crop, My whip, and My belt.

Also...while you're at it.......use saddle soap on all the leather toys and make certain they are cleansed. And of course, it goes without saying you are to polish the nipple clamps and other... accessories.

I expect an itemized list of the contents and their cleaning.

This punishment is to be completed this day. There will be no acceptable excuses. you may answer this message then you are banned from the internet until your tasks are completed to My satisfaction.

Do not disappoint Me again, slave. 

M