#anticipation
March 22, 2014
READ:Revelation 22:7-21
“Surely I am coming quickly.” —Revelation 22:20
A “COMING SOON!” announcement often precedes future events in entertainment and sports, or the launch of the latest technology. The goal is to create anticipation and excitement for what is going to happen, even though it may be months away.
While reading the book of Revelation, I was impressed with the “coming soon” sense of immediacy permeating the entire book. Rather than saying, “Someday, in the far distant future, Jesus Christ is going to return to earth,” the text is filled with phrases like “things which must shortly take place” (1:1) and “the time is near” (v.3). Three times in the final chapter, the Lord says, “I am coming quickly” (Rev. 22:7,12,20). Other versions translate this phrase as, “I’m coming soon,” “I’m coming speedily,” and “I’m on My way!”
How can this be—since 2,000 years have elapsed since these words were written? “Quickly” doesn’t seem appropriate for our experience of time.
Rather than focusing on a date for His return, the Lord is urging us to set our hearts on His promise that will be fulfilled. We are called to live for Him in this present age “looking for the blessed hope and glorious appearing of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ” (Titus 2:13). —David McCasland
Live as if Christ is coming back today.
Arousal
You are seated in a bed, the pillow supporting your lower back as you seem to sink deeper into the mattress. You know there is movement on the bed, as the mattress decompresses so do you, breathing out slowly, mechanically, and with such apathetic purpose. You don’t remember how you got there, but you don’t care. You remember caring, you remember caring quite a fair bit, concern, excitement, worry. However now, it is just the breathing and this spiral on the tv in front of you. It sinks, it twists, it drops, and you feel yourself go. The world is fading around you, just the breathing and spiral. Such complete contentment in yourself, there is no emotional drainage, there is no pressure, you feel as if the weight of being yourself is removed. Some part of you hears me, instructions, programming, and from that nothingness, there is a singularity. Nothing as complicated as emotion. Nothing as complicated as an idea.
It is a sense of purpose
It is a sense of obedience
It is a sense of pleasure
And you feel this arousal begin to boil, bubble, and metastasize into your body. Corrupting, controlling and you feel the compulsion, the need to respond to a simple question.
‘I obey, master’
Good morning, slavey. I think I’ll have scrambled eggs this morning for breakfast - and while your scrambling the eggs, I’m going to scramble your colon.
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Support is the embrace, equilibrium and balance that we offer to each other, without qualification or constraint. It is freely given out of both love and respect. It doesn’t demand or expect reciprocity. It is our gift. It is our hope for a better future and for a better world. It’s the comfort and consolation that we share. Support is often our tribute, our salutation and our joy. It is our…
First Time Crowned (Fallen Passion Poem)
You were First We talked till three. Sleep hit the matronly And we feasted patiently. When I jumped You readily caught. This had been our thought The goal, quickly sought We went up, you went down My first time crowned The feeling… Remarkably un-profound. Went in to make my move You didn’t want ‘em removed Sat back, Remarkably confused.
You were a bad girl today so I decided you needed to be punished, but I decided you needed a special punishment a little torture. I made you crawl into bed and I tied you up all while stroking your hair and telling you how much I was going to enjoy spanking you then fucking your red ass. You were practically panting by the time I finished tying you up and I had to stop my self from chuckling as I went and got your favorite black leather belt. I ran it down your back for a second before I curled it up and placed it on your back. I could tell you were curious but I simply left letting my little girl think about her actions as I went to eat.
Some times the anticipation is all the lesson a little pet needs
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it feels like this:
a storm brewing, the salty wind tumbling into your sweat streaked skin as you stand on the edge of the crow’s nest, a scarf wrapped around your throat and your eyes squeezed half close as you look out into the horizon. the boat rocks beneath you, a gentle sway that bucks into a wave crashing over the sides and your heart leaps into your throat as you grip the wood with wet palms.
your fingers slip. you miss. you fall.
it feels like this:
gravity does not work for you. you grip the edges of the bar and there is a whistling in the emptiness of your skull as you swing, the collective breaths of the audience all held in the middle of their throats as they watch, words tucked beneath tongues pressed against teeth as they wait. when the music swells, all you can hear is the flutter of your eyelashes against your cheekbones and you let go, hands uncurling from the bar and for one breathless moment, there is nothing holding you down.
you open your eyes. you breathe. you fly.
it feels like this:
your blood throbs so fast in your veins you think it might be gold flowing under your skin, brilliant ichor glistening in the sun against your temple as you raise your bow, the string catching the edge of broken calluses on your index finger and you hiss out a bitten off curse. the gauntlets bite into the skin on your forearms and the straps of the breastplate are all stained with mud; grains of dirt seep into the hinges and your body groans when you pull your arrow back.
you let go. you watch. you live.
it goes like this:
on christmas morning, you lie awake in bed. sunlight filters in through the window in fits and spurts; the curtain blows out, and you see dustmotes circling the air above you like a cheap angel’s halo. there is a sigh sitting in the base of your throat, just waiting for you to let it out and your fingers reach out for your phone. merry christmas, you think, and consider sending it to the person occupying your thoughts. you open your phone. the message from him is already lying there for you to see.
your heart stops, flutters, and kickstarts with the force of a stampeding parade of elephants.
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Just add anticipation
Let it build…savor the build up…use its energy to keep you in a heightened state of arousal, tingling all over in eagerness…
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Weds., 15 Nov. 2017.
Note from Master:
“Good morning. On Friday evening when you arrive home you will shower, put on one of my button up shirts and a pair of long socks and, Mother Nature permitting, nothing else. You will have the collar on the bed, ready for your Master to Adorn you with it.
Do you have any questions?
Master”
Took me two full days to reply, with a question. Good thing I re-read His note because: long socks.
Cohabitation has done funny things to O/our intimacy. In many respects it has brought U/us closer; closer to being comfortable and a little less formal but not casual or taking each other for granted. In other ways, I feel as unsure of myself and awkward in my desires, at a loss knowing what He wants from me. Clumsy, nerdy still; as I was the first time W/we were unbuttoned, naked together. Regardless of what happens it’s always fun and exciting, and even if nothing happens it’s all good. I just love being around Him.
Time to go find some long socks before He comes home. Enjoy your evening.
~SmartSurrender
