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Bringing a broken slave back up where she truly belongs

He ties her hands behind her back with the softest red silk and she is gratefull.Unconsiuosly her bodys muscles tighten,becoming a vise of hardened steel,her very body trying to keep her from past disappointments.Her lungs constrict,and her breath increases to try to get enough extra oxygen to flee this new Master.It is the one true c0mpanion that she now trusts,inside of her,protecting her from all the past misuses her heart and body has suffered in her aching need to serve and please.
Though comforting,she has grown to hate it,it builds a wall around her,keeping out most emotion and freezing her body in its cold embrace.It kills her soul and saddens what is a heart broke too many times.This new Master she kneels before has summoned her unquencable need to pleasure,to once more be part of a bond so beautiful and fullfilling.The fear will pass with gained trust as the precious gem once more swallows her fears and places her well being into the hands of Another.
He places the blindfold over her eyes and the fear in her talented throat eases as loving drakness comes down.That fear is old,but has no place in her first few timid offerings of her body and soul.It is the beginning of a new bond,one made of love and whorship by both to the other.What was taken from her is now restored several times over.Master has taken the wilted flower and with His strength and loving guidance has nutured and brought back to life those wilting petals.
From the muddy bank where she wallowed in sadness of her misused gift,He has taken her to the fast flowing channel of the river,where her dammed up passions and yearnings to serve can once moreflow free.She can speak now,give voice and sound to the lust and passion locked up by earlier betraual of her most precious gift.
She can speak now to the lost one,tell her of the passionate woman she has become,she has found the key to her sad prison and the key is in the shape of the collar her new Master graces her neck with.
Bound and yet now free,she feels her bonded mates sweet carress now,her marked flesh is no longer numb and cold.Her submissive spirit no longer needs to flee and dwell into the cold,safe darkness.
There is knowledge now,thoughts of offered pleasure and loving pain,both in the arms and at the feet of her bonded mate.
She cloese her eyes behind the blinfold and melts into the hunger that was sealed so long in the sad darkness.He kisses her breasts,soon to wear His bells as He presses her deeper into the bed.She knows that soon she will be filled with His urgent need to take what is His,but more so,she herself will be able to feel once more what it means to give and receive pleasure.Her fingers curl in pleasure under her back,interlaced with each other as Masters red silk binds them.Her eyes beneath the blindfold are hot and moist with free flowing tears,not of sadness but of joy from being owned and cherished.