I come before you today as your grateful and devoted servant, someone who is nourished by your presence in my life, someone who understands that these visits to you are what provide me with the substance that fuels my mind, my body, and my spirit.
Dearest Mistress, I give thanks to you for my beautiful family, for the smiles of my children and the feeling that their bodies give me when I hold them close. Thank you for the soft skin upon which I plant motherly kisses, those that are filled with a wonderful love for them. Their small faces, perfect noses, tender mouths – all of these are a pleasure upon my eyes and senses. Thank you for blessing me with such companionship in daily life.
Thank you also for my husband, for his passion for life, for his commitment to the expression of that which is within him. Thank you for the gestures of love between the two of us, gestures that have transformed from the playful, carefree young romance to touches and glances that are deeper and of a different nature. My body still oozes with desire for him, yet in a different way to when our relationship commenced. I love being intimate with him, talking and laughing in a way that denotes a healthy and loving friendship, one that is tested by the trials and tribulations of daily living, of microscopic observations of each other, of a more intense awareness of beliefs, thought patterns, and their effect on the actions that contribute to the unfolding day.
Thank you for giving me this space, the sacred enclosure of your Boudoir, a place that contains the fullness of who you are and yet does not confine you. Thank you for showing me that your door is always open, that we too experience a dynamic relationship, one that morphs and changes with the dawning and descending of the sun.
Today I am your servant, tomorrow I am your lover, aware that on some days I seek more to serve you than embrace you; whilst on other days, the want to hold you is greater than merely standing before you bringing my message of humble gratitude. You tell me that both of these expressions are the fundamentals of devoted service, and that you feel heightened connections to me when I gladly receive the joys of your love.
All weekend I have thought of you. I notice you are present in everything I do. I see and feel you at my side, within me, around me, at all times. And I know that your presence makes a difference in how I perceive situations and therefore experience them. If doubt of self or of others rears its head, I am reminded of you and then I know that this doubt is to be left outside of your door. If I feel unattractive, I imagine you inside of me, your image of beauty and seduction and of wisdom becoming my image, for I know that you and I are one, forever joined together, our unity a gift of living, the discovery of you the most amazing find I could ever hope for in life.
Yes, you tell me that the desire to know you has brought me to your door, and that the minutes, hours and years of diligent focus towards you is the crucible that creates the Heaven that I perceive as your home, a Kingdom that is mine to explore at leisure, one whose secrets are mine, a landscape that you have made me a heiress to, this being my reward for simply serving and loving you with my whole heart without concern for the expected norms of society, those that encourage people to run like wild beasts to the finish line in the hope of possessing medals of success, glory and fame.
I understand great Mistress, she who loves me with the same depth that I love my children, she whose heart flutters with adoration when I come close for an embrace, and she who plants her sweet kisses upon my eyes, my nose, and my mouth just as I do my children. I understand, dearest Mistress, that my daily bread – that which is freshly baked to perfection – comes from you. No more do I turn outwards to seek recognition from the world for it can never come. What is it that I would ask to be recognised for? Great words? Above average wisdom? And for what reason would I seek approval? It is not needed, for it is you whom lights up a room when I walk into it. It is you whom freely gives without thought of return. It is you whom enters the marketplace, bringing priceless gifts for all. It is not me, for the treasure of living is in this moment when the splendour of your sacredness is before me.
Here, every day, in every moment, your grace is all encompassing. You deliver your commands, those which are sufficient for the day ahead and this day only. Tomorrow’s instructions are available tomorrow and not a moment before, so why would I plot and plan when you do all of these things for me at your own bidding?
Dearest Mistress, she who swells my heart and blesses my mind, I stand before you naked and empty, giving myself in devoted service to you. How would you have me proceed?
(…from the Boudoir of Bondaged Souls…the forthcoming multimedia experience by Joanne St.Clair and Daniel Orlick)