parting the shadows that drape her pale curvey form ... feeling their caresses as they slip away ...She pulls back the cloak and gives it to an attendant......long blonde hair spilling over Her shoulders.....free....wild.....untamed but restrained.....like Her spirit....windwhispers brushing against golden curls ... tickling and cascading down to her waist ... stepping out near the hearth ... shapely legs encased in buckskin ... moccassins laced up to just below her knees ... soft satin tickling sensitive nipples to attention ... vest loosely laced ... lifegems nestled upon the smooth swell of her breasts ... raising one delicate hand to touch the sign of the Unicorn..shining as purest energy unboud....hanging in a thin golden chain around her neck... a pretty li'l rainbow shell on black lace twined through her tossled curls ... The full length forest green dress is made of velvet.....the long loose sleeves are lined with crimson silk......the heavy material sliding noiselessy on the floor as She takes stride after graceful stride.....She is still wearing Her work smock over the dress the yellow satin contrasting beautifully with the green...the hem of the smock embroidered in black thread .....a griffon here....a dragon there.....crescent moons and magic runes all with purposes known only to the Sorceress Herself.....soft sky blue eyes not quite covering the deep sparks of twinkling delight ... low husky voice carrying easily...mmmm..Greeting's A/all....

entering and taking a seat in the rear, nodding to my sister and her Master

smiling, making my way over to Morgana le Fay, bowing deeply, the leathers of my battle dress, well worn... but highly polished.. taking Her hand in mine.. pressing it to my lips.. my deep blue eyes.. sparkling.. standing tall.. moving to the side.. gazing at Agamemnon.. and His beauty.. proudly..

~slipping quietly in...taking a seat next to Palladin...thinking the rooOOoOoOm sooOO beautiful...thinking of only happiness for the Master and slave~

smiling at you

sky blues glittering warmly as I take Braveheart's hand in Mine ..bowing deeply and gracefully ....bushing angelbreath over His fingertips..and straightening My back..watching for beautiful dalilah and her Agamemnon

smiling warmly to Palladin and danaë ..waiting for the T/two to enter..

smiling and waving at my dear aunt

holding your hand incase I get all weepy

~d~

The collaring is the most serious and sacred ceremony of this art
it brings two kindred souls together
The Master and slave together as one.
The symbol of their commitment to each other to the art
It shows the world that they are one.
It shows the world that they walk the same path together,
The slave and Master
devoted, bound together
When two find each other in this realm it is a magical experience as they grow
together and fuse their souls………
Today, we are joined together for an event this sacred

~smiling softly....hellLOooooOoo Sir~
HellOoOoOO lovely Morgana le Fay.....hmmm You are beautiful~

…a warm spring breeze wafts through the castle……
carrying on it the slightest hint of fresh roses and vanilla……
soft thick whitegrey clouds billow forth from the narrow corridor off the main room…..
spreading out over the floor they swirl and dance slowly…
a gentle knowing smile on her face as her body seems to float into the chamber on the mist…
In shimmering diaphanous silk
the fabric clinging to her lush curves, tracing every nuance of her body
Leaving only the lovely copper skin to the imagination
The flowing chiffon falling short of her bare feet and her golden ankle bracelets
the sign of her submission, giving rise to the long shapely legs
Her breasts rise and fall gently with each deep breath
the sheer fabric reveals the brand of her Master on her left breast
the gold hoops with their little bells, through her nipples, press tight to the clinging robe
her flowing amber hair held at the brow by a laurel of white roses….
the line of her throat, tanned and bronze, it's grace interrupted by the collar of her engagement,
the promise from her Master of eternal love and guidance
her dark onyx eyes,. move slowly over the assembly
her shapely dark arms, gentle hands, the nails long and translucent flow from the billowing sleeves,
her graceful wrists constrained by golden slave bracelets
as she passes the brief scent of sensuality fills the room
the thin cloth clings to her well formed hips, caressing them……..
clearly showing the brand of the Qidoshka,
the sect of her Master and of her, just below her waist
her face grows solemn as she reaches the alter
turning slowly to face the room, bowing slightly, she lowers gracefully to her knee’s
her dark eyes lifted proudly to the doorway

the floor almost dwelled under soft velvet misty Rose Petals
flickering lighted candles everywhere around the podium
delivering a soft golden glow on the walls
shining with glittering stars
herbs, spices, wildroses, and sweetest red roses mixed together
in a potpourri..the most intoxicating perfume..the fragance of ~True Love~
filling the air... ~surrounding~ ..the entire room
large crystal vases with radiant bouquets of white fresh flowers and green leaves..
All, radiating the beauty and joy of this most magical ocassion...
the collaring of Agamemnon's dalilah....

rising gracefully and slowly...walking silently..sesually..the green gossamer clinging around her slender curves as she moves up behind dalilah... kneeling down behind her..and whispering.."..exquisite dancer.."..
shall i remove the engagement collar from your delicate neck ..princess..

The silence is broken by the cries of the undead,
there is a deep trembling in the fabric of life
the darkness that surrounds him breaks slowly, revealing a tall dark silhouette

Strong sure foot steps echo through the great hallway as he enters the chamber…….
Pausing as he lowers the hood of his long cloak
The face once encased in the golden Mask of " cruelty" now exposed
His flesh still ashen from its' imprisonment
The pale azure eyes now hold life, free to see
The breath less cold and hollow
Past betrayals become null
The lines of pain on his face, now softened
He stands tall and strong just inside the doorway
looking to the vision kneeling at the alter,
His raven black hair falling to the center of his back,
the lips curl in an easy smile, that still belies the knowledge of what he has seen
Dressed in the polished black chain mail, his cloak trailing the floor
the hideous Golden Death Mask of Agamemnon
carried under his arm, no longer needed
the salvation of his soul is assured

Intent he moves through the room,
nodding gracious acknowledgments to those who have gathered in witness ……
his pale eyes never leaving the lovely slave at the altar
she is his purpose.
smiling down at her, he takes her hand in his and brings her to his side
looking into her deep onyx eyes he hands her the hideous Mask…….

gazing up to her friend…her eyes gleaming softly
"Yes my friend please……."

carefully leaning forward..delicate fingers..moving ..working with the tiny lil locket..with a soft snap of the clasp the collar opens up..lifting up your beautiful soft hair with one hand ..and tenderly..gently removing the collar from your now naked neck.. leaing down once more and pressing my lips to the back of your neck...giving you a mental kiss of undieing friendship and love.. then rising..turning around to the altar...the podium...and placing the engagement collar in the little box there ..~bowing deeply to the both of Y/you and returning quietly to my seat..

gripping his hand so very tightly she steps forward to the altar,
gently placing the Mask into the box with her temporary collar, her eyes held there for moment
turning to him gazing lovingly into his soft eyes
she slams the lid of the box closed for all eternity…………
she steps back into her Master's arms, a soft smile curls her glistening lips
He holds her close to him, there lips meet briefly
turning slowly to gaze out upon the well wishers, a soft smile parting her lips
she again lowers to her knees
gazing up to him with adoration..........

standing tall.. smiling brightly.. beholding the beauty.. in silent admiration..

glancing slowly across the room he turns his eyes back to kneeling slave…..

This is a journey, the end of which is bliss and enlightenment.
These gifts I bring thee, these truths I present to you I am your Master, the
center, and the Top, as my words come to you they shall always ring with truth and love.
MY heart and soul are yours, they are my gifts to you, for your submission to me.

My heart was a steel vault, locked and chained, the combination lost, the hinges rusted shut….
that was my heart afraid to feel, afraid to trust, afraid to love again.
It took more courage to walk back into the basement than I thought I had in me
I had tried once before it was no good, this time, Something called me.
I was determined to reclaim my place.
My first day there I hid behind that Mask, it shielded me, kept me in mystery, apart but there
Still in my heart, my mind there was a voice calling to me, drawing me there.
I found that I had an anger at those who had turned against me
I felt cruel and wishing to wreak havoc on someone,
I resisted, I thought, I watched………

stepping forward.. smiling warmly around the room..

My F/friends.. I have had the pleasure and privilege of knowing ~delilah~ since almost the first day of her blessed arrival in this realm.. she is a treasure among treasures.. and nothing.. can compare to the joy I feel for her and her Master at this special time.. Please join Me in wishing T/them.. all the best.. for all time..

So many deserved pain, so many undeserving souls…….
but then, this bright light entered.…….
this sweet voice echoed in my ears,
when I saw her, she was a vision, a heart beat in my ears
I felt the Mask slip, I felt the pain in my chest, the light had been calling me,
from her dark corner, bravely, sweetly she approached
unafraid of the Mask, not in awe of the mystery, but caring about what was
behind it,
why it hide the man, not the feelings?

The second time I spoke to this bright light, my knees trembled, my heart
shook,
I felt like a schoolboy, I had to know.
Was she available, was she serious, was it pity, or just simply a curiosity.
I also needed to see how deep this courage and sweetness ran.
I felt the pulse of salvation, of sweet bliss float about her as we spoke,
I tempted her with the dice, her soul for the Mask...
She won and in that moment, she won my heart,
For in that sweet gesture I knew, she was the one,
still slightly protected, I took the piece of her soul that she offered and captured it in a clay vial

listening to Agamemnon.. hearing the words from His Heart.. smiling.. knowing.. the intensity of His voice..

lifting My free hand to My lips and stiffing the giggle while listening to Agamemnon..thinking that sounds like My brave lil sissstahhh alright....mmmmmm...watching her sparkling and shining brighter than the sun its self..thinking THIS is a happy day...
~...leaning closer to Braveheart ..resting My head to His chest and watching..~

…her eyes twinkle as she briefly searches the faces in the chamber,
smiling so very warmly to both Braveheart and the beautiful Morgana Le Fay
her eyes return once again to her Master
her voice lifts …

peeking in to watch the blessed eventy

…I wandered alone through the great halls of a dark castle
with big beautifully carved doors and stained glass windows,
chilly yet warm, damp but dry, full of the secrets and knowledge of the ages.
I touched the doors, I felt warmth, a deep seeded desire to see the other side,
to learn the secrets of each and every room
but the few doors I opened alone where hollow experiences, fueling my desire to go further
making me realize it's not a trip to take alone
The castle itself holds the voices of the ages.
Some soft and soothing, others dark and foreboding all knowing, all seeing
allowing me to remain within it's walls, held and comforted till the right one
into my world, When he did, the flames that lit the dark hallways brightened, not by him, not by me
But by the voices of all those before, slipping quietly through the halls.....
close to him but still far away I watched for reason yet unknown to me
I hurt………..

…With the guidance of the soft voices and the strength of the dark voices
I could speak to him, With my own voice,
a deep a need to know this man, to understand him,
Yet still unable to leave the comfort of the darkness,
he hurt,
I hurt......

…For a man I knew nothing of, I felt I had to be, no, that I would be the one to
bring him back,
back inside the hallways to a place where he belonged, his voice so hard yet
soft,
so cold yet warm so distant but close,
he was,
he is,
the voices in my castle.......

hearing the sweet voice of ~dalilah~.. feeling the strength of her love.. holding my beloved Morgana.. close.. tight.. sharing.. knowing.. the power of Love..

~`having to leave..due to Rt.....wishing the slave and Master only happiness and best wishes....knowing T/their future is a bright one..knowing T/they belong together~

lifting a purpleheart wood box from the altar he removes the
collar......the brilliant gold, carved with ancient symbols, it bedecked with 12
blue, star sapphires, at the junctures (that is 12 3 6 and 9)are intertwined ~d~
and A from the collar hangs your apprentice's charm, the 3 concentric circles inside of
a square

slips in quietly....~a respectful smile to A/all~...listening intently to every word...

If there is good in me, it is for you, it is about you,
it springs from the well of my heart and flows to yours,
I will bring to you the knowledge that you seek always,
In a way that will cause and foster the greatest growth for you in you.
I love you, my slave, my love, my whore.

The Mask it has served me well
Now the light so bright, so sweet, so loving was mine,
That I will cherish and love all of my days,
Yes, my love your sweetness beckoned to me across the cyber, I was not without you, with you, I am

In love I take you as my slave, my property
I take you into my heart, to train, protect and keep
I promise you my best, my all, forever

smiles softly.. watching the beautiful ~dalilah~.. and her Master.. knowing the Gift of her precious submission.. sincerely and freely given.. a Gift both honored, and treasured.. above all else..

listening to the beauty of the words...knowing my sister found home ...her home ..her bliss ..mmmmmmmm... ~sparkling bright smile~ ...turning and nodding to those who have entered to watch this magic occasion

kneeling behind her placing the collar lovingly around her slender neck…..
taking her into my arms and kissing her softly.....
standing and turning to those gathered, proclaiming to A/all......

"this is my slave, my love.
In the manner of the Qidoshka, she will be taught
know her always as Agamemnon's ~dalilah~ "

slipping-in from rt...reading...leaving my very best wishes as i slip right back out...

…lifting her head high, her soft eyes filled with tears of joy and pride…..
her voice floats throughout the chamber……….

Allow me the strength to ask questions I can't fathom.
Allow me the spirit to know his needs.
Allow me the serenity to serve Him in peace.
Allow me the love to show Him myself.
Allow me the tenderness to comfort Him.
Allow me the light to show us the way.
Allow me the wisdom to be an asset to Him.
Let me be able to show Him each day my love of my service to Him.
Let me open myself up to completely belong to Him.
Let my eyes show Him the same respect, rather I sit at his side, or kneel at his feet.
Let me accept my punishment with the grace of a woman.
Let me learn to please Him, beyond myself.
Grant me the power to give myself to Him completely.
Give me the strength to please us both.
Permit me to love myself, in loving Him.
Allow me the peace of serving Him.
For it is my greatest wish, my highest power To make his life complete, as he makes mine.

Turning her soft eyes to her dear friends…….her voice so gentle….
"I hope that the happieness you have helped me to achieve today will inspire both of you to look into your hearts and find that place where you began as I begin today………..I love you both very much……..As you have always been here for me, so I shall be here for both of you……..always……"

hearing.. listening.. tears flowing.. whispering softly.. "Agamemnon's~delilah~.. Thank you.. all ways.. always. Thank you Agamemnon, for the joy You bring to this precious one's sweet soul.. W/we both are grateful.."

Wishing Y/you B/both all the happiness that life can bestow!!
~quickly exiting to RT~ *a smile in her heart*

taking your hand, I bring you to stand beside me, may arm slips around your waist
Turning to the room...
"We could never have had this wonderful ceremony without the guidance and help of our dear Friends Braveheart and Morgana
the technical help as well as their advice were invaluable and we also would like to thank the Nest for allowing us to use the room

We wish to thank you for joining us on this, our special day
and remember friends don't let friends drive because accidents cause people"

blowing a happy kiss to my sister and Agamemnon

tears flowing freely.. at the beauty just witnessed..

Thank you for coming

Kelson's vivacious victoria and Palladin_x1

a dazzling smile sits on her glistening lips........blowing lil vanilla kisses back at you......"Thank you Brother, glad you could make it....."

bowing respectfully ...low soft husky voice carring tender words from the heart to Yyou... may Yyou both find a home whitin eachother ...may the Goddess bless Yyou with the ability to solve and communicate through all days ...may the sun shine upon Yyou and the moon caressing Yyour nights ..may the shadows welcome your spirits and may Yyou both find the journey of bd/sm to be a wide long road of neverending care and love between Yyou

~smiling gently~

Braveheart and Morgana thank you both so much it really meant a lot to us

wrapping my arms around You..sneaking a kleenex into Your hand and brushing my lips to Your chest..

I must steal this wonderful woman away from this place now, we have many things to begin

again..thank you

"Thank you so very much for all your help........and I wish the same and more for you love...."

A small tear of happyness trickles down my face.. Caused by such beauty and happyness... Wishing Y/you B/both the best...

Thank you

rising from my chair, lifting Morgana gently to her feet, crossing over to Agamemnon, extending my hand..

I'm proud to know You, Agamemnon.. and to count You among my friends. Thank You, for sharing this beautiful ceremony.. I am honored to be here..

~smiling~

"thank you very much......."

reaching under my leathers, retracting a single long-stemmed rose.. tucking it carefully into Agamemnon's~delilah's hair.. noting how her radiance makes the exquisite rose seem pale.. whispering.. "Well done, beauty..."

~smiling warmly~..mmmmmmmm..thankYou Agamemnon for taking care of beautiful dalilah ..watching Yyou as Yyou walk out from the room together ..

My honor Sir, you are so highly regarded, it is Me who thanks you for all that you are

Thank you my Friend I will cherish her always

good bye until later

whispering to Braveheart ..heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.. Methinks they want to be alone ..*batting an eyelash to Agamemnon and dalilah*

smiles softly.. watching T/them leave..

Thank you and good bye for now