His name for me is "anjill", pronounced "angel", and how beautiful it sounds sliding off of His lips. He said he awoke one morning, not long after our unexpected reconnection with one another, with my name in His mind, as if it had always been there ... as if it were meant to be. Something that started two years ago, the passing of two people, two shadows, a brief connection ... then life got in the way.

i was in the midst of a healing, a growth, a very chaotic and confusing time ... but still, a time of immense growth. i'd received my share of emails from men wanting to start up a dialogue with this almost new submissive ... slave ... most of which were read but i had little or no time to acknowledge them. There was too much learning and healing to be done to allow myself the luxury of connection ... of lust or love or sensuality.

But, i remember Him. We passed a few email back and forth ... but my energy was required elsewhere, and i let the waves of time take Him away.

i was a slave without a Master, and i denied myself connection with anyone until i could be whole and content with myself. Only then would i be able to serve as i hungered to serve.

Then, our paths crossed again ...