So Joelle's friend Cassandra suggested
I write about my thoughts on colors. I'm game. I'm not sure what I'll
write- or how The Queen may decide to use it, if he deigns to read
this- but I'm going to try not to imagine that too much lol.
Color, so many meanings to color. As
The Queen, Iona, and various other slaves gave me books about
different sorts of paganism to read- then our minister too gave some
books- I was fascinated to see how much about the use of color was in
these books. All the tables of correspondences. I didn't realize how
much thought went into it as Iona called the quarters, worked with
the candle that she gave to my Lady Kaya before her marriage to
Billy. Especially when she later told me that she didn't have any of
that written out; she called out deity names as she remembered them,
for instance.
Then moving away from religion, there's
the many ways that color enters the clothing choices The Queen makes
for us slaves. There're our robes, color coded to class. I'm always
struck by the deep, brilliant scarlet of my Lord Tommy and Simon's
robes. Then as I've moved classes and my robe color has changed. Wow!
What a powerful experience, the two times it's happened. Of course
there's the training uniform. Although The Queen's even changed that.
All that black. The black g-string. The black leather harness. The
black collar. Although the latter two having their bits of metal from
buckles and such. It was almost startling to see Eoin in the g-string
and harness, but no black posture collar- no, it was one of the
locking metal collars that The Queen has changed us all to. Somehow,
that locking metal collar, the fact that it is stainless steel, and
not black, makes the BDSM we live seem so much more real to me. It
isn't some kinky porn we're living here. At least, that one less
piece of black seems to say that to me.
One thing being The Queen's slave has
taught me is how one's perspective can really change what you notice.
Like there were carpet colors I didn't really notice in some rooms
until I had to crawl through there. Or The Queen's hair. Those deep,
dark black strands that so often act like a shield against anything
but him when he's using me and is on top. Or those gorgeous blue of
his eyes.
Hm, shaking myself. Well that was a
moment, wasn't it? I'm not sure who needs sex more, Joelle or me. I
guess it's a good thing that even color things like that still get
Joelle rhapsodizing about her Master or me about The Queen. I believe
there are two men who have BJs coming as soon as we can give them :D.
Thinking again about uniforms, robes,
street clothes. Considering the diversity of skin tones in The
Queen's stable, all the way to my pale, pale peach skin to the
obsidian blackness of Mandisa's skin to the dark reddish brown of my
beloved Soma's skin. Of course the blackness of the uniform is
entrancing as its background of our bodies change. I think there are
few things I enjoy seeing more on Soma's body than a lemon yellow
night gown. Especially the silk one I bought her. The way it
highlights her skin, her hair.
Shaking myself again. Gods, I am
oversexed :D.
Street clothes make me think of The
Queen's jeans. Mostly that standard blue denim. Although he does have
a few pairs of black jeans that are such a lovely change of pace when
he decides to wear those. I really like to look at the small of his
back against those black jeans. The tips of his black hair reaching
down toward the jeans, revealing and concealing the paleness of his
skin. The smattering of his dark body hair covering his skin.
I think it's something about the dark
and the light. While Joelle's Master isn't nearly as pale as The
Queen, he also has dark hair. "A dark, luscious brown that makes
me think of a nice cup of espresso," I think Joelle would say.
And Joelle, the lucky girl, has a Master who is far closer to the
idea of a "bear" from the gay community, well in his body
if not his sexuality. Lovely, dark body hair. While I enjoy jeans on
The Queen, she enjoys dark plaid lounge pants, especially watching
them slip as her Master takes them off, baring more of his skin. Dark
and the light. Opposites. Maybe it is about those opposites, like the
opposite of The Queen's dominance to my submission, Joelle's attempts
at controlling her chaos in response to her Master's desire for
order. And something in that darkness also leads to a feeling of
smallness, for both Joelle and me.
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