Herrin´s Château of Darkness is a members only as well as a L/laides only room !

The Worth Of A Slave

The Play Party had run it's course The floggers were stored with care The last guest had been seen to the door; No more this night to share

As the Mistress of the House I locked the door and looked about the play room floor I soon found that which My eyes did search My slave, curled up and asleep, as I had seen her a moment before.

I stood for a moment just looking at her and to marvel at what I did see. For though sound asleep, her bottom still glowed... proudly wearing her collar, saying she belonged to Me.

I thought of the power I have over this slave... the power that she had granted only unto Me. I thought of the love, and the trust in her eyes how, on My order, she would risk life or limb, or bend a knee.

I know that the power to own another's soul is not something to be taken, or to be bought and to be worthy of the trust that she places into My hands... was the goal that every true Domne sought.

she stirred and muttered there, in her sleep and then called aloud My name I picked her up, and held her close as a single tear fell like a soft gentle rain.

she looked up into My eyes, the eyes of the Domme whom she calls her Mistress, her Owner and Goddess. And she lay her head upon My breast ánd wished the moment would never end.

"Mistress" she whispered as I held her close "Why do You shed a tear? The thought that i might have failed my Goddess, it is more than i can bear"

"Failed Me My pet peering down into her big round eyes"? I asked, gently strokes her hair soothing away her fears. "I could not be happier then I am this day If I lived a thousand years"

"peers at Me slave ... I see you wear Me collar pet as I mold your heart, mind, body and soul. And to see the trust that shines forth from your eyes, My love can any Domme have a more worthy goal"?

"Come Me pet, the night is short And you must have your sleep. Rest your head, calm your fears... as over you, a watch I keep."

As I tucked her into bed I looked down upon her sleeping form I shook my head, I smiled and thought of what the 'nallias called "the norm"

And thought in sadness of where they were now, a lifetime ago I had stood. And how the path that I had traveled since, not one in a thousand could

I am a Domme" She thought proudly to Herself, the Mistress she kneels to, of her own desire with the power she grants Me to love,honor, correct and control is a power as pure and strong as Her own inner fire!

To own this lovely lady ...to make her Me slave what Domme could ask for more. To see her sit on her heels at My feet arching her back presenting her body to Me each day. To know such freedom, as for Me in the clouds she soars!

I could ask for no other life. And would accept no other to call My own, I thought of the sweetness,the passon, the tears and the joy and smiled, for My slave was the sweetest harvest that I could have ever sown.

For W/we are the Yen and the Yang, the Domme and Her slave E/each giving what the other doth yearn to take E/each of U/us with a hunger...a bright burning need... That none save the other could ever hope to slake.

This is a members only room for bdsm. If you wish to enquire about a membership to the Château of Darkness you may contact and send Me an email at MistressDanielle@hotmail.com (only serious enquiries will be considered)