When I was in college, I was a history major, with a focus on Continental America and the period from 1770 to The Civil War. It was almost like fate telling me I would be involved with something historical.
When my sister-in-law and I began to look at Master's family history, what we found was confirmed by a very close friend. Just what did we find, you ask? Well, through journal entries, letters, and other things, we have been able to confirm that Master's family really is a legacy. A very LONG legacy! His legacy dates back over 200 years.
Some of the ways Master acts as far as the community can be explained by looking at His legacy. "Master came to me tonight. It had been many nights since we last laid together. It was as if he was in my mind all those long nights apart. His command of my body never lessened, he is still able to read my mind, my thoughts, in my eyes. We spoke deep into the dark hours [his] hand upon my bosom, [his] seed still fresh on my tongue, [he] regaled my mind with stories of his children and his wishes that we be able to stop living in this sin and that I join his household along with his goodly wife, as equals." This was written by the second submissive of Master's ancestor, the oldest journal we have been able to read, albeit very slowly because of its age. It is dated March 13 of 1868. The ancestor this is written about is more interested in the mental aspect, the romantic connection between a Master and His slave.
"Tonight, this slave saw a new side of Master. This slave disobeyed Him and used her eyes to flirt with His cousin. His cousin reported back to Master of this slave's flirtatious gesture. Master was deeply disgraced and disrespected by this slave's overt interest. When Master and this slave returned home tonight, He disciplined this slave as He never has in the [p]ast. This slave knew from the moment Master closed the bedroom door, shutting the children out of our private apartment, that she would pay. This slave was bound to the bed and Master laid into her with His belt. 15 lashes for the flirting and another 5 for the object of this slave's flirting. After this slave was punished, Master blinded her with a scarf and left the room, changing places with His cousin and allowing Master's cousin to accept this slave's invitation she issued with her eyes." This was written by an un-named slave in Master's family, the entry is dated May 8, 1948. Master, having never read these journals Himself, is like His great cousin, in that He enjoys when a slave uses the third person to refer to herself in His presence, especially when she is new to her collar. This entry also shows, along with the rest of the journal, that the Men in His family have a predisposition to the more sensual forms of the lifestyle, instead of the physical.
These are just two examples. They both also show that the desire to be poly runs in His DNA as well.
There is a lot of pressure to live up to the family history. As a slave in this family, I feel the weight of the past slaves on my shoulders. Their presence occasionally hangs from my collar like an anchor, dragging me down. When I am at my lowest points, I feel the crushing weight of them, trying to keep me down. But, then, I feel their accomplishments, their sacrifices for the Men in this family, everything they overcame to serve the Men in this Legacy, and it helps me get over the petty issue I may be dealing with, and I gain inspiration from them.
"Sir T asked me to wear his collar today. I am over the moon with joy. That He would find me worthy of this great honor after this long journey is a relief. To think, now that the war is over, Sir T will be able to return to my side again, for good this time. He laid a very old and very worn strip of black leather around my throat when I nodded, through tear filled eyes, and I noticed a very light embossed "L" on the inside of the leather, the letter pressing itself against the pulse on my throat. It is as if my heart beats only for him. I really love this man. At times I feel so lucky, that we have come so far from the day this collar was first offered. Back when our relationship would never have happened, when Sir T's family first offered this strip of leather, it was unheard of for a Man of His race to be with a woman of my race in this capacity. We were their slaves, not their cherished possessions. That difference is lost on so many. Maybe one day, it will be different. A submissive's heart can only dream." That was written by a submissive, full of love, for one f Master's more recent ancestors, at the end of WW1.
Men in His Legacy have always valued the women under their collar. To this day, Master values every woman He collars for what she can offer, for her own heart.
I think, one day, what will one of our descendants say when they read my blog? What will they think? Have I lived up to the long line of women who have worn the collars of this great Family? I try every day to live up to the respect His family has in the community. Am I worthy? Did I serve Master as well as His family deserves?
I hope I do, and I hope the submissives and slaves after me are able to learn about the type of Person who led this Family Legacy into the 21st century.
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