I wanted this entry to be as perfect as possible. It is probably one of the most important entries I will do. We recently discovered that Master's legacy goes further back than we originally thought. It has been traced back to the 1720's in Ireland! This mean we have confirmed almost 300 full years of the legacy.
Even though the physical family collar has degraded some over the years, being too fragile at this point to be used to actually collar a girl, the spirits of all of the family slaves are still present. I feel them guiding me every time I step over the threshold into our dungeon, I feel them with me every time I represent the family at a lifestyle event, get together, or munch.
Being owned by a member of this long line of lifestyle practitioners, by the eldest son in His line, the patriarch of the family, is a lot of pressure. I feel myself wondering at times, did His seven-times-great-grandmother have some of these same rules I have? How did she serve her Husband? Were all of the slaves in His family well behaved? Did every slave in the past feel this same presence?
At times, the collar around my throat is impossibly heavy, the weight of the legacy weighing on me. I feel I have to live up to the ghosts of the past. Their spirits guiding me turn the steel to lead, the mantle of slavehood weighing me down.
I have to admit, there are times I wish I could just shrug off the past, create a new legacy and forge our own path along this journey. The whispers of the past guiding me, especially as I practice my faith, can be burdensome. I feel I am being judged by these ancestors.
But, on the other hand, the legacy is a blessing. I feel myself, at times, wanting to step into the dungeon room just to be closer to the ghosts of the past, to seek their guidance, to get the input of the slaves in the line who came before me, to get their support. I look at the suspension cuffs in the doorway and, if I try hard enough, I can almost see the ghosts of the past, of some long past relative, the slavegirl hanging from the cuffs, thoroughly and soundly flogged, her Master comforting her and caring for her post session, and I see a lot of Master in His ancestor.
I see a lot of myself in these slaves of the past. We have a lot in common. Both myself and these slaves of years past had the weight of the legacy on our shoulders. We all have have had slaves of the past guiding us along this journey.
This lifestyle has only recently been accepted by society. The slaves of by-gone eras had to deal with much more. If they were not more careful than I need to be, they risked the loss of everything. A casual slip could have ended with such worse persecution than I have ever had to face for the same slip. I draw strength from the thoughts of these women, from what they lived through to serve their Masters.
I thumb through a well worn copy of The Story of O and The Sleeping Beauty Trilogy and wonder if Master's ancestors read these very same stories, tucking them away and reading them in secret.
The mantle of this legacy rests firmly on my shoulders, at times heavier than a power-lifter's weights, but other times, a light comfort as I serve Master. When I am in the middle of a drop, I feel His ancestors lifting me through it, guiding my steps, and I am comforted, knowing they are there. Other times, their presence is overwhelming. I feel them holding me up during a session, easing my journey, guiding me back to Master after a trip to space.
When I feel myself slipping along the path, when I feel I am not worthy of the legacy, of the name, of the line, the slaves of the past are there guiding me, reminding me that He chose me, that He feels I am worthy of the legacy, worthy to wear the collar, to take on the mantle of the family slaves.
When the weight and pressure of the legacy begins to get to be too much for me, I stop and think about Master. If I feel the pressure from the slave side of things, the pressure of keeping the history going, of living up to the whispers and ghosts, I can't begin to imagine how He feels, the pressure He feels as the Patriarch.
It is an honor to be a part of this legacy, to have even a small part in carrying it on. The weight of the collar being balanced by the celestial support section helping to guide me along my way. I am honored to be part of Master's legacy and can only hope that, at the end of the day, I can make not only Master proud, but His ancestors as well.
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Monday, June 10, 2013
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Owned by 200+ years of history
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.
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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