Reading and Learning

I mentioned in a post yesterday that I pulled a number of my books out of the cloud. That is all well and good, but the actual act of reading the books is what matters. 

I decided to start reading a book about the rituals and protocols involved in high protocol dynamics. 

With the ringer our dynamic just went through, I feel it is needed. I need to reestablish many of my rituals and routines. 

I am actually excited to start things. I can't wait to get my hands dirty, so to speak. I won't let Master down, I can't let Master down. 

Cuffing, Covering, and Clothing...... Oh, my!

I was going to sit down and go through a typical day and talk about each ritual I do daily, then an entry about rituals that have not worked or special occasion rituals, but this seemed like a more logical way to write things. 

The entries about rituals are about our rituals, they work for US and our High Protocol relationship. Some are Old Guard, some are family traditions, and some we have made up as we have go e along. They work for us, and we take full social responsibility for our rituals. They don't work for others the way they do for us, and that's ok. Our personal relationship/dynamic rituals might not work for an additional partner we might add to the relationship, and that's ok, too. 

This entry is going to detail some of my most sacred rituals. These are sacred to me. They reaffirm my slave mindset, they help ground me. But, before I go into detail, there is something that was brought up last night that I want to mention. When a girl who usually does her daily chores or assignments neglects a ritual, even if she is not doing it consciously, there is a reason. She wants to know you are paying attention. She wants to see her actions matter to you. She may be looking for praise for following the rituals you have both agreed on, praise for her behavior. She may have some sort of mental issue going on that she wants to discuss, or body adventures she needs to bring to your attention. 

Lets start with a ritual I view as my most sacred. Cuffing my ankle at night is a sacred thing to me. That moment the cuff is buckled around my ankle, that instant reminder of security. It's a physical representation of my visualization of grounding myself. I know that, as long as that cuff is around my ankle and that chain is attached, I am safe and secure. Just the sight of that cuff, the memories it represents, the energy within the core of that cuff and chain, I can almost feel the buzz of those energies when I buckle that cuff and clip it to the chain. 

My second most sacred ritual is covering. Choosing a cover that looks good with my outfit, tying it on, and wearing the cover makes me feel special. It reminds me that there are things that are only for Master, only for His enjoyment. It is symbolic of His protection, or Master covering me with His guidance, His protection, His support, and His love. I feel this connection the most when I go out and I am covered, that symbol of the cover of His ownership and all it means is a wonderful feeling to me. It is why the ritual of covering is so sacred for me. 

The last ritual I'm going to review tonight is the ritual of my clothing. This is a sacred ritual to me. Not only choosing the style of clothing, but also the colors. The representation of Master in my choice of clothing, the thought process, even the order I put the clothing on in, that feeling of securing that stocking to the garter, that instant chill. The presentation of Master's colors in my daily clothing choices, trying to fit the colors into every outfit, creative ways to display Master's colors with pride. The ritual of presenting Master's property in a way that is pleasing. 

These are my three most sacred rituals. They work for us, they are based in Gorean traditions, Biblical traditions, and personal convictions. They make me feel safe and secure, loved and protected, honored and exhaulted, owned and possessed, treasured and valued. 

Rituals

After the class I attended last night, I decided to take a look at my typical day and to examine my daily rituals, what kind of ritual it is, any iconography associated with the ritual and, finally, what the ritual means to me, personally. 

The topic of discussion yesterday opened my eyes a bit and made me realize just how many rituals I actually have that relate to my dynamic with Master. 

This is sure to be a wonderful experience and I am sure it will be full of self examination and looking inward. And, you know what? I can't wait! 

Slave Rituals

Everything in life can be broken down into rituals. Making coffee, going to school, cooking dinner, or practicing your faith all involve rituals, even if we do not realize it. I was thinking about what my personal slave rituals are. While thinking about them, I realized I have been a little lax with them. That stops tonight.
Tonight, I am starting to do my rituals every night once again. It will be a renewal, of sorts, of my slavehood. A reaffirmation of my commitment to my slavehood to Master.
What are my personal slave rituals? What do they mean to me?
Every night I spend a few minutes between lights out and falling asleep contemplating my day and how I lived my slavehood that day. This allows me to think about how i served Master before sleeping, to contemplate how i can serve Him the next day. I fall asleep with thoughts of Master.
Another ritual I have is blogging or writing in my paper and pen slave journal daily. This is sometimes replaced by blogging. By doing this, I think about my feelings about my slavehood. I contemplate how it feels to be under Master's collar, to be completely submissive to HIs wants, needs, desires, and comforts, to be at His beck and call for His pleasure whenever and wherever He may want it. Between the journal and the blog, I am reminded that, through it all, I am a girl with a girl's needs that society can't force me to cover.
I get ready for bed the same way every night. I get dressed for bed the way Master expects me to be dressed, even if He is not here, cuff my wrists, clip them together, and spend some time with my wrists cuffed above my head every night Master is not home. I do not always sleep like this, but I do spend some time this way every night. Sleeping the way Master expects me to be clothed for bed reminds me that I need to be ready for His pleasure at any time, even if He is not home. It is His command that I sleep unclothed and so, I do. Cuffing myself the way I do for a time is a reminder of my physical bondage, something every slave girl needs to be reminded of now and then. It reminds me that I am not in control of myself but that I am completely helpless to His whims. It is th eway I need it to be, the way I am most happy.
Right before lights out, I cuff my left ankle to a chain at the foot of the bed. This fetter is not too long but not short enough to restrict movement too much. This is more of a symbolic thing. To me, sleeping with my ankle fettered to the foot of the bed symbolizes being chained at His feet. It is a constant reminder of my slavehood, my bondage, my total and absolute freedom to be who I am simply because He commands me to be.
The last thing I do before bed is send a text to Master if He is not home requesting permission to go to sleep. This is done for several reasons. As Master, He has the right to control everything, even down to when I go to sleep, so requesting permission is only natural. Also, it gives Him an opportunity to command me to stay up if He has a need or want to use me. Sending this text is also another way for my last thoughts to be of Him.