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A Member's Tribute to Dydo
My Tribute to Dydo
I’m not sure if it’s the plaintive look of the girl in white pleading
with out-stretched hands in cuffs, the remarkable beauty of that darling
face, the splendid femininity of your form, or even the severity of
the cropped hair but there is something about you, and you alone, that
despite the poses, brings out not the Master, but the Protector in me.
Normally when I look at pictures of females in bondage I have to admit
part of the fascination is in imagining how they got there, what naughtiness
caused their restraint. It is also true that there is a certain powerful
pleasure in seeing a member of what is, in many ways, the more powerful
of the sexes, helpless for a while at least, and completely dependent
on her captor.
But your pictures are unique – seeing them I have to admit the first thought
I have is of releasing you. You’d have to excuse me if, while untying
the ropes, I tenderly kissed your lovely breasts, or fervently but gently
brushed my hand against other equally appealing parts of your anatomy
(after all I am only a man!)… but your release is what fascinates and
compels me, not your captivity. I long to set you free, to find out
what that freedom would bring…
Would your freedom release a spitting cobra, dangerously exploding with
venom and spite, or would it be more like Androcles and the lion? Would
removing the ‘thorn’ of captivity, the ‘pain’ of restraint bring about
a sort of devotion and a willingness to repay a debt of gratitude, like
when the lion refused to eat its benefactor?
Sometimes, as I look at your pictures I imagine your release being too
soon – you’re angry, spiteful, and may need to be further restrained
and given a good talking too,
or even chastised (that lovely bottom makes an appealing target for
a little play spanking!) - but mainly I see gratitude. I like to think
of me removing the ropes or straps that bind you and gently rubbing
your limbs to bring back the circulation and relieve the cramp. Perhaps
I ought to kiss it better as if you were my little girl? I think of
enfolding you in my arms, of holding you so you feel safe and secure,
not exposed and vulnerable. I dare to imagine draping something around
you to cover your nakedness. Your eyes, filling up, speak of your appreciation
of my preserving your modesty but something within you is aroused, challenged,
awakened and your lips bless mine with a kiss… slowly, delightfully,
respectfully and tenderly we become lovers.
Back to reality - Thank you so much for posing for the pictures. I wish
they reflected a personal encounter with such a lovely person but alas,
I am not worthy (or young enough!)… nonetheless you have, through those
pictures, captured my mind, my imagination and a part of my heart, and
made me glad to be alive and to at least share this planet with you…
Take care, and may every happiness be yours.
In great admiration, and respect,
George
