10th Gaian Ball Anons Letters I Received from everyone!
1.As you wander the ball, you feel as though you are being watched. You turn and see a woman with long black and gold hair watching you, a red and black mask obscuring most of her face. She seems to be smiling as she walks past you, gently pressing a red box into your hands. Despite her being unusually tall far a woman and her distinctive hair coloring, you quickly lose sight of her as she moves through the crowds. You look down at the box and notice a note tucked under the red ribbon:
Smiles are the reflections of sadness, Pushing you to total madness, A mask of better times, The maker of unwilling crimes.
Foolish as one smitten by the smiles of a nymph, Not seeing the forest for the trees, Innocence not, surely the tease.
Captured caged by erotic dreams, Bars of lace unbreakable streams, Drowning my passion screams.
Prisoner of innocence, smiles of sadness, Gaol of lust driving madness, Can you not see the forest, Deception illusions conjuring tricks.
The smile, is it what it seems, Only in ones dreams, Come closer see me as I am, My smile the face of a clown, Only a misshapen frown.
-Bittersweet Anon
2.From: An anonymous benefactor Message: How do I top thee? Let me name the ways. I top thee with a paddle, crop and cane Your soul to reach, when feeling pleasure's pain And in thrashing, see your passion reach that place - I top thee into ecstasy's sub-space. I top the with hemp rope and iron chains, I top thee with a thousand loving pains, Of pinwheel sharp and feathers soft and blindfold black, I top thee in every drip of scalding candle wax, I top thee in humiliating infant dress, I top thee in the straitjacket's caress. And then, sometimes, my sweet submissive witch, I top thee from the bottom when we switch!
-The Master
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