The Journey Of Slavery
Greetings everyone. Please understand that jaelina`s writings are written from her own experience, meaning, most writings sound as though they are written for the benifit of only slaves. However, many of the writings pertain to both slaves and submissives.
In His arms she finds strength...
In His eyes she finds comfort...
In His flames she finds serenity...
In His heart she finds refuge...
she is the heart of a Spirit Dragon...
she is the slave of a Master...
she is jaelina[SL].
The slave of The Patriarchy
slave jaelina is a respectful, obedient slave to her Master William. Being in the lifestyle for a little over three years now, jaelina has found exactly who she wants to be. Pleasing her Master gives her the deepest happiness that she has ever found.
Friendship is something jaelina savors however she does not give her service to anyone but her Master.
If you would like to know a bit more about Master and His jaelina's relationship, please direct yourself to our site blog here
Revisiting Collars
Written by Master William’s jaelina
Recently, there have been many discussions concerning both the importance and feelings of connection to and of collars, within relationships in the BDSM lifestyle. It occurred to me, that not everyone feels the same connection to the idea of collars, as Master and I do. It wasn’t necessarily because of ignorance, but more because of our own feelings regarding collars. In the last article that I wrote, I discussed the more basic information on the subject of collars. In this piece, I will be talking about my own personal feelings about collars and the wide diversity of opinions when it comes to the reasons for having a submissive or slave wear a collar.
In my relationship with my Master, the collar that I wear around my neck, His collar, is the most important piece of jewelry that Master has allowed me (so much so that I have paused in even typing the word ‘jewelry’ when speaking of Master’s collar), even surpassing my wedding band. I reiterate ‘His collar’ because, it is His collar, and it does not belong to me. I realize that some submissives and slaves take ownership over their Dominant’s or Master’s collar, and I understand that. As Master’s slave, I do not take ownership over anything. I may say “my collar” in conversation, but I do not mean it as to say that I own it, but rather that I have earned Master’s collar.
It took me the better part of three years to earn Master’s final collar of steel. I did not receive Master’s collar simply by being claimed by Him. I literally earned the honor of wearing it around my throat through performing my duties and serving Master well, and consistently well, until He decided that I would be worthy of the privilege of wearing such a visual symbol of His Ownership. Only then, did Master even consider allowing me His final collar.
With Master, there have been three levels of collaring; the first level was a training collar that I made myself of wooden beads and a single steel bead in the center of the collar. The single bead was to represent what would one day be placed around my throat. A sort of symbol within a symbol is the way that Master had explained it to me at the time. When I wore this collar, Master and I had not met in real life. This was during our online and/or long distance relationship. The second collar that I received was one purchased by Master, when I moved here to be with Him in real life. It was made of black leather, with red hearts embroidered into the leather. This was a sort of intermediate collar, between training, and Master’s final claiming of me. The third and final collaring (which I have yet to receive, due to certain uncontrollable circumstances, not because I have yet to earn it) is a symbol of final and complete Ownership.
Each collar that I have earned has been placed around me in a collaring ceremony put together by Master. As I explained briefly in my last article, for Master and I, each was and will be a very heartfelt ceremony that neither of us take lightly. The final ceremony, for Master’s steel, is planned to take place in the company of a few friends.
Realizing that not everyone takes collars with such importance and/or meaning, I do not take offense when witnessing or hearing a difference in feelings between myself and another slave or submissive. Some take collars in the very literal way, as if it is merely a piece of jewelry that displays being owned, and have no sentimental feelings towards it whatsoever. Others see a collar as a fashion accessory that displays no ownership at all.
I would not say that for me, Master’s collar has a romantic connection with it. While there is romance in Master and I’s relationship, being Owned goes farther than adoration. My feelings for Master go past love, and into worship. I do not worship Master as though He is a Lord, or that He is my Creator, but rather in a way that I recognize His authority over my existence. He would never harm me, of course, and I wouldn’t go so far as to say that He could make it to where I no longer exist, but I would go so far as to say that without His possession of me, I would not be the woman, much less the slave, that I am today.
I touched on this a bit in my last article, but I believe that it is important enough to expand on the subject of removing a collar for misbehavior. It is imperative to first recognize what wearing a collar means to the submissive or slave before deciding if removing the collar would be appropriate. I believe that if someone like me were to have his or her collar removed, it could potentially bring unexpected or unwanted feelings of failure. For others, submissives or slaves that do not see the collar as a very meaningful object, removal of a collar might not be so devastating. This is why I stated that knowing what each person feels for the collar is essential.
There is always the question of my collar attracting inquiries and/or attention from those who may not understand the reasoning behind it. Master and I’s views on this subject differ sometimes widely from other’s opinions. As we have both stated before in previous articles as well as conversations that some of our readers may have had with us, we do not hide our relationship. As we do not have children, we do not feel the need to suppress our relationship in the public eye. Common decency is of course important, when in a vanilla environment. Obviously, we use common sense.
So, for us, the questions that arise from Master’s collar, do not concern us. We are very approachable when it comes to asking for an explanation about something that goes on between us. If someone comes up to us and asks about Master’s collar, or the lock that seals it, either Master or myself will explain that to us, it is much like a wedding band. It is a symbol of commitment, loyalty, love, and even Ownership. Often times this answer is enough, but should the questions go farther, we do our best to explain in a way that said person would understand. There have been times when we have had rude comments or responses to our answers, at that point, we simply say “you asked and we answered”. It’s the old saying “don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to”.
For those who cannot be open about their relationship due to having children, jobs, etc.; Master and I have friends who use other items as a collar. Such as a bracelet which does not attract as much attention. Or even a special ring or piercing that can be worn in a specified place that means something to the relationship. A collar does not even need to be visual. Should there ever come a time when I become unable to wear Master’s collar around my throat, I would feel sad, but I would know that Master’s true collar resides around my heart. It captures the very organ that gives me life.
The important thing to remember about collars, is when you see one around someone’s throat, don’t assume it’s importance to the wearer. Many can take great offense to comments that they believe are insulting to their relationship. Some may have no feelings of attachment or importance to the collar, but others may guard it with their life.
My former article concerning collars has been posted below.
Written by Master William’s jaelina
Recently, there have been many discussions concerning both the importance and feelings of connection to and of collars, within relationships in the BDSM lifestyle. It occurred to me, that not everyone feels the same connection to the idea of collars, as Master and I do. It wasn’t necessarily because of ignorance, but more because of our own feelings regarding collars. In the last article that I wrote, I discussed the more basic information on the subject of collars. In this piece, I will be talking about my own personal feelings about collars and the wide diversity of opinions when it comes to the reasons for having a submissive or slave wear a collar.
In my relationship with my Master, the collar that I wear around my neck, His collar, is the most important piece of jewelry that Master has allowed me (so much so that I have paused in even typing the word ‘jewelry’ when speaking of Master’s collar), even surpassing my wedding band. I reiterate ‘His collar’ because, it is His collar, and it does not belong to me. I realize that some submissives and slaves take ownership over their Dominant’s or Master’s collar, and I understand that. As Master’s slave, I do not take ownership over anything. I may say “my collar” in conversation, but I do not mean it as to say that I own it, but rather that I have earned Master’s collar.
It took me the better part of three years to earn Master’s final collar of steel. I did not receive Master’s collar simply by being claimed by Him. I literally earned the honor of wearing it around my throat through performing my duties and serving Master well, and consistently well, until He decided that I would be worthy of the privilege of wearing such a visual symbol of His Ownership. Only then, did Master even consider allowing me His final collar.
With Master, there have been three levels of collaring; the first level was a training collar that I made myself of wooden beads and a single steel bead in the center of the collar. The single bead was to represent what would one day be placed around my throat. A sort of symbol within a symbol is the way that Master had explained it to me at the time. When I wore this collar, Master and I had not met in real life. This was during our online and/or long distance relationship. The second collar that I received was one purchased by Master, when I moved here to be with Him in real life. It was made of black leather, with red hearts embroidered into the leather. This was a sort of intermediate collar, between training, and Master’s final claiming of me. The third and final collaring (which I have yet to receive, due to certain uncontrollable circumstances, not because I have yet to earn it) is a symbol of final and complete Ownership.
Each collar that I have earned has been placed around me in a collaring ceremony put together by Master. As I explained briefly in my last article, for Master and I, each was and will be a very heartfelt ceremony that neither of us take lightly. The final ceremony, for Master’s steel, is planned to take place in the company of a few friends.
Realizing that not everyone takes collars with such importance and/or meaning, I do not take offense when witnessing or hearing a difference in feelings between myself and another slave or submissive. Some take collars in the very literal way, as if it is merely a piece of jewelry that displays being owned, and have no sentimental feelings towards it whatsoever. Others see a collar as a fashion accessory that displays no ownership at all.
I would not say that for me, Master’s collar has a romantic connection with it. While there is romance in Master and I’s relationship, being Owned goes farther than adoration. My feelings for Master go past love, and into worship. I do not worship Master as though He is a Lord, or that He is my Creator, but rather in a way that I recognize His authority over my existence. He would never harm me, of course, and I wouldn’t go so far as to say that He could make it to where I no longer exist, but I would go so far as to say that without His possession of me, I would not be the woman, much less the slave, that I am today.
I touched on this a bit in my last article, but I believe that it is important enough to expand on the subject of removing a collar for misbehavior. It is imperative to first recognize what wearing a collar means to the submissive or slave before deciding if removing the collar would be appropriate. I believe that if someone like me were to have his or her collar removed, it could potentially bring unexpected or unwanted feelings of failure. For others, submissives or slaves that do not see the collar as a very meaningful object, removal of a collar might not be so devastating. This is why I stated that knowing what each person feels for the collar is essential.
There is always the question of my collar attracting inquiries and/or attention from those who may not understand the reasoning behind it. Master and I’s views on this subject differ sometimes widely from other’s opinions. As we have both stated before in previous articles as well as conversations that some of our readers may have had with us, we do not hide our relationship. As we do not have children, we do not feel the need to suppress our relationship in the public eye. Common decency is of course important, when in a vanilla environment. Obviously, we use common sense.
So, for us, the questions that arise from Master’s collar, do not concern us. We are very approachable when it comes to asking for an explanation about something that goes on between us. If someone comes up to us and asks about Master’s collar, or the lock that seals it, either Master or myself will explain that to us, it is much like a wedding band. It is a symbol of commitment, loyalty, love, and even Ownership. Often times this answer is enough, but should the questions go farther, we do our best to explain in a way that said person would understand. There have been times when we have had rude comments or responses to our answers, at that point, we simply say “you asked and we answered”. It’s the old saying “don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to”.
For those who cannot be open about their relationship due to having children, jobs, etc.; Master and I have friends who use other items as a collar. Such as a bracelet which does not attract as much attention. Or even a special ring or piercing that can be worn in a specified place that means something to the relationship. A collar does not even need to be visual. Should there ever come a time when I become unable to wear Master’s collar around my throat, I would feel sad, but I would know that Master’s true collar resides around my heart. It captures the very organ that gives me life.
The important thing to remember about collars, is when you see one around someone’s throat, don’t assume it’s importance to the wearer. Many can take great offense to comments that they believe are insulting to their relationship. Some may have no feelings of attachment or importance to the collar, but others may guard it with their life.
My former article concerning collars has been posted below.
A Few Words About Collars
Written by: jaelina[W]
Collars in the BDSM world are to most, a very important "item" in any relationship, rather it be M/s or D/s . We have recieved some requests to explain a little about collars and the importance of collars in our lifestyle and I could not be more happier to do so.
Firstly, let`s determine what a collar is defined as. My best description of a collar, not using any other dictionary than the one in my heart, would be "Something placed on the slave, rather material or spiritual, that binds her to her Master." In most, but not all relationships, the collar is not only worn on the heart, but around the slave`s neck. The material or make does not matter as it is the spiritual collar that is truly felt between the Master and slave.
Often times online you will see an online collar using brackets and the initials of the Master that has collared the girl. Such as; nickname{W} for an online relationship or nickname[W] for a real time relationship. Too many times we see what is most commonly said to be "velcro collars". These are collars that are placed on a slave or submissive for a week or two, and then taken off as if it had no meaning at all. This pains many of the other lifestylers that truly know the meaning and depth of a collar. For a slave to be collared is a very important and emotional time for that slave as well as the Master who is collaring her. Most times, the slave has worked hard to earn the privilege of a collar from her Master. This is not just given to the slave because the Master likes her. He is first shown that the slave is worthy of it.
In most collarings, a collaring ceremony is held, rather only between the Master and slave, or in front of a few, or numerous friends, this pertains to both online and real time. In my experience, Master and I had our online collaring with a few friends, and our real time collaring with just the two of us. I knelt before Him in both ceremonies and a few questions were asked of me (ei: What did I bring to my Master?, Did I believe I deserved His collar, etc.). Heartfelt words were exchanged between both of us, and Master decided rather or not to gift me with His collar (in both cases He did obviously). These ceremonies are not to be taken lightly. Personally, this ceremony was just as important to me, if not more, than our wedding ceremony.
I have a few slave friends that are collared to thier Master, and often times I have been told of times that thier collar was removed for a certain amount of time as punishment for a certain offense. In my relationship with my Master, my collar is never taken off as a correction or punishment. Personally, the idea of such seems to be unhealthy for the slave emotionally. When the collar is initially given, it is given because the slave has earned it. Because she has worked to the best of her ability to show her Master that she was deserving of His collar and Ownership. The collar is not meant to be thought of as a jewelry piece, but as a bonding. Something that will never be taken off unless the relationship is ending. I can not see how the taking off of and replacement of a collar at whim is healthly for the relationship. What then, does the slave feel when the collar is off? That she is under punishment and until she has redeemed herself, she does not wear her Master`s collar? Wouldn`t this raise question and worry from the slave? And even if not, wouldn`t the collar become less important, more as that piece of jewelry rather than the binding that is to be felt?
Written by: jaelina[W]
Collars in the BDSM world are to most, a very important "item" in any relationship, rather it be M/s or D/s . We have recieved some requests to explain a little about collars and the importance of collars in our lifestyle and I could not be more happier to do so.
Firstly, let`s determine what a collar is defined as. My best description of a collar, not using any other dictionary than the one in my heart, would be "Something placed on the slave, rather material or spiritual, that binds her to her Master." In most, but not all relationships, the collar is not only worn on the heart, but around the slave`s neck. The material or make does not matter as it is the spiritual collar that is truly felt between the Master and slave.
Often times online you will see an online collar using brackets and the initials of the Master that has collared the girl. Such as; nickname{W} for an online relationship or nickname[W] for a real time relationship. Too many times we see what is most commonly said to be "velcro collars". These are collars that are placed on a slave or submissive for a week or two, and then taken off as if it had no meaning at all. This pains many of the other lifestylers that truly know the meaning and depth of a collar. For a slave to be collared is a very important and emotional time for that slave as well as the Master who is collaring her. Most times, the slave has worked hard to earn the privilege of a collar from her Master. This is not just given to the slave because the Master likes her. He is first shown that the slave is worthy of it.
In most collarings, a collaring ceremony is held, rather only between the Master and slave, or in front of a few, or numerous friends, this pertains to both online and real time. In my experience, Master and I had our online collaring with a few friends, and our real time collaring with just the two of us. I knelt before Him in both ceremonies and a few questions were asked of me (ei: What did I bring to my Master?, Did I believe I deserved His collar, etc.). Heartfelt words were exchanged between both of us, and Master decided rather or not to gift me with His collar (in both cases He did obviously). These ceremonies are not to be taken lightly. Personally, this ceremony was just as important to me, if not more, than our wedding ceremony.
I have a few slave friends that are collared to thier Master, and often times I have been told of times that thier collar was removed for a certain amount of time as punishment for a certain offense. In my relationship with my Master, my collar is never taken off as a correction or punishment. Personally, the idea of such seems to be unhealthy for the slave emotionally. When the collar is initially given, it is given because the slave has earned it. Because she has worked to the best of her ability to show her Master that she was deserving of His collar and Ownership. The collar is not meant to be thought of as a jewelry piece, but as a bonding. Something that will never be taken off unless the relationship is ending. I can not see how the taking off of and replacement of a collar at whim is healthly for the relationship. What then, does the slave feel when the collar is off? That she is under punishment and until she has redeemed herself, she does not wear her Master`s collar? Wouldn`t this raise question and worry from the slave? And even if not, wouldn`t the collar become less important, more as that piece of jewelry rather than the binding that is to be felt?
Masochism in Submission
'Pain With Beauty'
Article written by Master William’s jaelina[SL]
Recently, i have seen a lot of references to submissives and slaves being masochists. Being that i do not consider myself a masochist, i thought it fitting to write an article on the subject. Let us first establish just what a masochist is; Webster’s says that a masochist achieves sexual gratification through humiliation and physical and verbal abuse. i believe it is safe to say that the mainline understanding of a masochist is someone who enjoys pain, and even receives sexual fulfillment from that pain, be it physical or emotional.
In my service to my Master, i do receive a fair bit of pain. Through both Master’s enjoyment, and through correction received due to errors on my part. However, i do not find pleasure in the pain it’s self, even if it is strictly for Master’s pleasure and not for correction. For me, the pleasure i receive comes from Master’s pleasure in giving me the pain. During the beating i will cry and move often, but this is from the physical pain and a natural defensive reaction for my body. If, at the end of the beating, Master is smiling, i am a happy slave.
There are times when i will ask Master for physical pain however, due to an overwhelming amount of stress and emotion. Again, it is not the pain that i receive that acts as a release for me, but the pleasure that i know Master is being given from granting me said pain. While my body reacts defensively to pain, it also naturally displays a certain sexual reaction. Some would say that this makes me a masochist; i would beg to differ though, as again, i believe my pleasure comes from Master’s satisfaction. It is true that this reaction probably has something to do with the pain it’s self, but that is an uncontrollable factor in the way the human body copes. I believe that what earns a masochist that title is the emotional acceptance and perhaps even embrace of pain. Of course, being a slave, i do accept the pain since Master enjoys inflicting it upon me. Is this masochistic tendencies or merely my need to be pleasing in all things to my Owner?
Recently, i have seen a lot of references to submissives and slaves being masochists. Being that i do not consider myself a masochist, i thought it fitting to write an article on the subject. Let us first establish just what a masochist is; Webster’s says that a masochist achieves sexual gratification through humiliation and physical and verbal abuse. i believe it is safe to say that the mainline understanding of a masochist is someone who enjoys pain, and even receives sexual fulfillment from that pain, be it physical or emotional.
In my service to my Master, i do receive a fair bit of pain. Through both Master’s enjoyment, and through correction received due to errors on my part. However, i do not find pleasure in the pain it’s self, even if it is strictly for Master’s pleasure and not for correction. For me, the pleasure i receive comes from Master’s pleasure in giving me the pain. During the beating i will cry and move often, but this is from the physical pain and a natural defensive reaction for my body. If, at the end of the beating, Master is smiling, i am a happy slave.
There are times when i will ask Master for physical pain however, due to an overwhelming amount of stress and emotion. Again, it is not the pain that i receive that acts as a release for me, but the pleasure that i know Master is being given from granting me said pain. While my body reacts defensively to pain, it also naturally displays a certain sexual reaction. Some would say that this makes me a masochist; i would beg to differ though, as again, i believe my pleasure comes from Master’s satisfaction. It is true that this reaction probably has something to do with the pain it’s self, but that is an uncontrollable factor in the way the human body copes. I believe that what earns a masochist that title is the emotional acceptance and perhaps even embrace of pain. Of course, being a slave, i do accept the pain since Master enjoys inflicting it upon me. Is this masochistic tendencies or merely my need to be pleasing in all things to my Owner?
Essay Assignment-- my transformation from submissive to slave
Written by: Master William`s slave, jaelina.
It is difficult to believe that the reflection of Your slave in the mirror, is the same of the girl You claimed as Your's, almost a year-and-a-half ago. Though the outside appearance may look familiar, the inner image has changed drastically. From a frieghtened yet stubborn girl that seeked a Man to make the decisions that she believed she could not make, to now, a girl who strives to please her Owner and has the capability of making any decision, but has made the choice to give that control over to the Man she calls Master. she has gone from wanting to needing, from submissive to slave.
The submissive that she once was could not understand completely the person that kept herself locked away inside of her. The frieghtened woman that needed to turn her control over, into hands that she could trust. To a Man that could handle and understand her desires and needs. she could not find the courage to overcome the fears that placed a blindfold over her needs, until one relationship was created. A relationship that in the beginning she both feared and craved. And He stripped away the old, and polished the new. He took her fears and turned them into light. Illuminating the locked room of her heart. And through that light emerged a beautiful and confident woman. And from that woman; His slave.
she remembers her fear of certain words and actions when she first came under Your care. The way she struggled with her dislike of Your calling her "girl". Today she would answer to any name that You chose to call or give her. At times she looks back upon Oour earlier days and questions, why did she feel so frieghtened and intimidated by You? By the life that You were offering her? she now knows the answer. Ignorance. The lack of knowledge and information about what you were offering. she was in such a hurry to become that slave that she overlooked the true knowledge and the true answers. she would never become Your slave until she realised that she did not hold the power to decide rather or not she was the slave You craved. That decision, to title her "slave", rested in Your hands. To give the submission, power, and devotion laid in her heart, and was her choice to give, but she would only become *Your* slave when You claimed that submission as Your's.
From darkness a candle was lit upon a windowsill. It's flame burned through the night and day, to keep the pathway to Oour palace lit up. she would never lose her way again. That tiny flame that shone through the fog and passing storms, has never failed.
Upon the day which You decided that she was ready to become Your slave, You would dust away the cobwebs in that dark and confusing room to transform it into a bright palace. The room that once hid her deepest secrets became one that Wwe could share Ttogether as Oone, shared openly. she would no longer hide. This new place held no room for secrets or fears. No locked doors or hidden passageways. This became Oour place.
Through the window, looking from the outside in, one might gaze upon the bookshelf and overlook the true writings between the lines. They may overlook the beauty of the pages of Oour life. Oour memories. They might look to the reflection of the fire place's fire upon the floorboards and see nothing but shadows. Please do not blame them Master, they may not understand the fire that rages in Oour hearts. The need for Oone another. Thier eyes may delight upon the couch and see only a blanket tossed neatly over the back. Of course they wouldnt not know the warmth that she feels each time You embrace her. The way that warmth washes through her.
In this place, the once dark and dismal room, another transformation took place. Upon these floorboards she has knelt many times. Both for pain and pleasure. To be instructed or for the sweet pleasure of her Owner's gaze upon her flesh. she has learned many lessons upon this floor. The floor that has become her proper place. her knees have ached and tear drops have stained the wood, but from this room, the shadow of herself formed. she was no longer invisible in darkness. The walls that once craved to be a blank canvas for life, finally got thier wish. These walls have heard the pain of Your whip, seen the strikes upon bare flesh. The windows have reflected her every move as she danced, and her Master's hand as it rose and fell upon her skin.
So now as a feminine hand extends forward, reaching for the door knob, her mind takes her back to a time in her past when she struggled with herself and submission. When it was the hand of her Master reaching to the doorknob on the other side of the door, to teach her a lesson, letting her mind wander before He finally showed His true intentions and turned the lock. As a tear fell upon the ground she turned her thoughts and attention back to the present, her feet cold as the marble stones touch her bare flesh, and as she steps through, into a safe haven, smiling as the warmth of the familiar hard floor consumes her, even as she pads her way across the room, her own gaze stolen briefly by the flicker of candle light. When she kneels at Your feet, her eyes lowered respectfully, thighs pulling apart to display the body You Own. The body of a girl that once held little confidence in herself and the form of the same girl that found that confidence and found enough confidence in herself that she can recognize when her fellow slaves and submissives look up to her. A girl that at one point in time was labeled and categorized as not even a submissive but a brat, has improved so much that she has been asked to help fellow slaves and submissives. Some may watch through the window, and see this scene and not understand, but her ignorance is gone. she is no longer in amongst the crowd of viewers. she is the girl kneeling proudly at Your heel.
she walks through each day with Your pleasure and best interest first in her mind. The question "what may His slave do to make Him happier today?" one of the first questions that she asks herself each morning. she will always strive to be pleasing in all things to You Master. This strip of warmed leather around her neck may cause those that dont understand to judge Your possession incorrectly but she does not let this change her service to You Master.
So though the reflection in the mirror has changed in the past, it will not change again. she has found her true self and will never look back longingly into the past. For she is Your slave. she is Your jaelina.
Written by: Master William`s slave, jaelina.
It is difficult to believe that the reflection of Your slave in the mirror, is the same of the girl You claimed as Your's, almost a year-and-a-half ago. Though the outside appearance may look familiar, the inner image has changed drastically. From a frieghtened yet stubborn girl that seeked a Man to make the decisions that she believed she could not make, to now, a girl who strives to please her Owner and has the capability of making any decision, but has made the choice to give that control over to the Man she calls Master. she has gone from wanting to needing, from submissive to slave.
The submissive that she once was could not understand completely the person that kept herself locked away inside of her. The frieghtened woman that needed to turn her control over, into hands that she could trust. To a Man that could handle and understand her desires and needs. she could not find the courage to overcome the fears that placed a blindfold over her needs, until one relationship was created. A relationship that in the beginning she both feared and craved. And He stripped away the old, and polished the new. He took her fears and turned them into light. Illuminating the locked room of her heart. And through that light emerged a beautiful and confident woman. And from that woman; His slave.
she remembers her fear of certain words and actions when she first came under Your care. The way she struggled with her dislike of Your calling her "girl". Today she would answer to any name that You chose to call or give her. At times she looks back upon Oour earlier days and questions, why did she feel so frieghtened and intimidated by You? By the life that You were offering her? she now knows the answer. Ignorance. The lack of knowledge and information about what you were offering. she was in such a hurry to become that slave that she overlooked the true knowledge and the true answers. she would never become Your slave until she realised that she did not hold the power to decide rather or not she was the slave You craved. That decision, to title her "slave", rested in Your hands. To give the submission, power, and devotion laid in her heart, and was her choice to give, but she would only become *Your* slave when You claimed that submission as Your's.
From darkness a candle was lit upon a windowsill. It's flame burned through the night and day, to keep the pathway to Oour palace lit up. she would never lose her way again. That tiny flame that shone through the fog and passing storms, has never failed.
Upon the day which You decided that she was ready to become Your slave, You would dust away the cobwebs in that dark and confusing room to transform it into a bright palace. The room that once hid her deepest secrets became one that Wwe could share Ttogether as Oone, shared openly. she would no longer hide. This new place held no room for secrets or fears. No locked doors or hidden passageways. This became Oour place.
Through the window, looking from the outside in, one might gaze upon the bookshelf and overlook the true writings between the lines. They may overlook the beauty of the pages of Oour life. Oour memories. They might look to the reflection of the fire place's fire upon the floorboards and see nothing but shadows. Please do not blame them Master, they may not understand the fire that rages in Oour hearts. The need for Oone another. Thier eyes may delight upon the couch and see only a blanket tossed neatly over the back. Of course they wouldnt not know the warmth that she feels each time You embrace her. The way that warmth washes through her.
In this place, the once dark and dismal room, another transformation took place. Upon these floorboards she has knelt many times. Both for pain and pleasure. To be instructed or for the sweet pleasure of her Owner's gaze upon her flesh. she has learned many lessons upon this floor. The floor that has become her proper place. her knees have ached and tear drops have stained the wood, but from this room, the shadow of herself formed. she was no longer invisible in darkness. The walls that once craved to be a blank canvas for life, finally got thier wish. These walls have heard the pain of Your whip, seen the strikes upon bare flesh. The windows have reflected her every move as she danced, and her Master's hand as it rose and fell upon her skin.
So now as a feminine hand extends forward, reaching for the door knob, her mind takes her back to a time in her past when she struggled with herself and submission. When it was the hand of her Master reaching to the doorknob on the other side of the door, to teach her a lesson, letting her mind wander before He finally showed His true intentions and turned the lock. As a tear fell upon the ground she turned her thoughts and attention back to the present, her feet cold as the marble stones touch her bare flesh, and as she steps through, into a safe haven, smiling as the warmth of the familiar hard floor consumes her, even as she pads her way across the room, her own gaze stolen briefly by the flicker of candle light. When she kneels at Your feet, her eyes lowered respectfully, thighs pulling apart to display the body You Own. The body of a girl that once held little confidence in herself and the form of the same girl that found that confidence and found enough confidence in herself that she can recognize when her fellow slaves and submissives look up to her. A girl that at one point in time was labeled and categorized as not even a submissive but a brat, has improved so much that she has been asked to help fellow slaves and submissives. Some may watch through the window, and see this scene and not understand, but her ignorance is gone. she is no longer in amongst the crowd of viewers. she is the girl kneeling proudly at Your heel.
she walks through each day with Your pleasure and best interest first in her mind. The question "what may His slave do to make Him happier today?" one of the first questions that she asks herself each morning. she will always strive to be pleasing in all things to You Master. This strip of warmed leather around her neck may cause those that dont understand to judge Your possession incorrectly but she does not let this change her service to You Master.
So though the reflection in the mirror has changed in the past, it will not change again. she has found her true self and will never look back longingly into the past. For she is Your slave. she is Your jaelina.
Isolation
Written by Master William’s jaelina[SL]
It’s true. The thought of being isolated thrills me to the very core of my soul, and in truth, it always has. Because I am isolated (by my Master’s will) I find myself better focused on my Owner’s expectations and desires. In this state, I have no outside influences to distract me or interfere with any training or discipline that Master might be putting me through.
When I am not isolated, I find that it’s hard for me to function properly. It’s hard for me to make my own decisions, for myself. So much pressure makes me easily convincible. Yet, with Master, with Him having me in an isolated way of living, I feel free to be who I want to be. Which works perfectly, because who I want to be is exactly who He wants me to be.
Let me give you an example; In the last two months I have begun volunteering at a nearby corner store, (with my Owner’s knowledge and permission) that has kept me out of Master’s home for three to four hours each night. In such little time, I have noticed such a large amount of pressuring influences, that before I had not to worry about. It has been hard, focusing on staying true to myself. True to being my Master’s slave, when there are so many influences. When the outside world gets even the slightest bit of a glimpse of the life that I live with Master, it is so easy for them to jump to conclusions and to try and convince me that this life is wrong.
The truth is that I dislike the outside world. Not because I have been brainwashed or convinced that “the world is bad” or that I cannot leave, because in reality, I could choose to walk out the door and never look back, and Master would let me. I am here by will, not by force. I dislike the outside world because there, you cannot be your own person. There are so many influences that push you to be a certain person, to act a certain way, simply because “that is what the world expects now”.
Every time I ask permission to go out of the room, to use the telephone or computer, to eat, to sleep; my heart pounds even harder. My breath quickens. Because I have found extreme freedom, in isolation.
Written by Master William’s jaelina[SL]
It’s true. The thought of being isolated thrills me to the very core of my soul, and in truth, it always has. Because I am isolated (by my Master’s will) I find myself better focused on my Owner’s expectations and desires. In this state, I have no outside influences to distract me or interfere with any training or discipline that Master might be putting me through.
When I am not isolated, I find that it’s hard for me to function properly. It’s hard for me to make my own decisions, for myself. So much pressure makes me easily convincible. Yet, with Master, with Him having me in an isolated way of living, I feel free to be who I want to be. Which works perfectly, because who I want to be is exactly who He wants me to be.
Let me give you an example; In the last two months I have begun volunteering at a nearby corner store, (with my Owner’s knowledge and permission) that has kept me out of Master’s home for three to four hours each night. In such little time, I have noticed such a large amount of pressuring influences, that before I had not to worry about. It has been hard, focusing on staying true to myself. True to being my Master’s slave, when there are so many influences. When the outside world gets even the slightest bit of a glimpse of the life that I live with Master, it is so easy for them to jump to conclusions and to try and convince me that this life is wrong.
The truth is that I dislike the outside world. Not because I have been brainwashed or convinced that “the world is bad” or that I cannot leave, because in reality, I could choose to walk out the door and never look back, and Master would let me. I am here by will, not by force. I dislike the outside world because there, you cannot be your own person. There are so many influences that push you to be a certain person, to act a certain way, simply because “that is what the world expects now”.
Every time I ask permission to go out of the room, to use the telephone or computer, to eat, to sleep; my heart pounds even harder. My breath quickens. Because I have found extreme freedom, in isolation.
Consensual Slavery in the Eye of the Public
Written by Master William`s jaelina
Slavery in the public eye for some can be very intimidating. When I moved here to Master, I remember my first experiences with Master at the mall. I was so nervous because I thought that everything I did even closely relating to my service to Master would be seen by everyone around us. And yes, that intimidated me.
What I did not realize is that when I set His food down in front of Him, opened His drink for Him, or when I asked for permission to eat and drink freely, there was no little bug device under my chair that broadcasted my every move and word to some television set somewhere. The people around us were calmly enjoying their lunch, paying no attention to my Master and myself. And if they were paying that close of attention, then they deserved to hear everything that was being said.
When Master and I step out of our door, no switch turns off. We don’t put on the costume of “regular old vanilla people”. I do not have a public and private collar that we switch back and forth from. I am jaelina, Master`s slave rather in the privacy of our own home, or in public. All of these things in the beginning were, admittedly, intimidating for me as a new slave.
Of course, we do not throw my slavery and His Mastery in anyone’s face. I do not kneel and serve Master His food unless we are at a BDSM event where this is permitted. I am however, on occasion, leashed. Normally this is the case when we go to the park together. I have never (as of yet) gone into a store with my leash attached. I do call Master, “Master” in public, and yes we do sometimes get funny looks and comments. But we don’t take offense. We understand that our lifestyle may not be “normal” to some, but we also do not apologize or change who we are because of that fact.
Most of our protocols remain in place when we are in public. I walk to Master`s left, sit to Master`s left and I still make sure that Master`s needs and desires are taken care of to the best of my ability. My demeanor and behaviors do not change simply because others are watching. No matter where I am, I am Master`s slave. And He, is my Master.
Written by Master William`s jaelina
Slavery in the public eye for some can be very intimidating. When I moved here to Master, I remember my first experiences with Master at the mall. I was so nervous because I thought that everything I did even closely relating to my service to Master would be seen by everyone around us. And yes, that intimidated me.
What I did not realize is that when I set His food down in front of Him, opened His drink for Him, or when I asked for permission to eat and drink freely, there was no little bug device under my chair that broadcasted my every move and word to some television set somewhere. The people around us were calmly enjoying their lunch, paying no attention to my Master and myself. And if they were paying that close of attention, then they deserved to hear everything that was being said.
When Master and I step out of our door, no switch turns off. We don’t put on the costume of “regular old vanilla people”. I do not have a public and private collar that we switch back and forth from. I am jaelina, Master`s slave rather in the privacy of our own home, or in public. All of these things in the beginning were, admittedly, intimidating for me as a new slave.
Of course, we do not throw my slavery and His Mastery in anyone’s face. I do not kneel and serve Master His food unless we are at a BDSM event where this is permitted. I am however, on occasion, leashed. Normally this is the case when we go to the park together. I have never (as of yet) gone into a store with my leash attached. I do call Master, “Master” in public, and yes we do sometimes get funny looks and comments. But we don’t take offense. We understand that our lifestyle may not be “normal” to some, but we also do not apologize or change who we are because of that fact.
Most of our protocols remain in place when we are in public. I walk to Master`s left, sit to Master`s left and I still make sure that Master`s needs and desires are taken care of to the best of my ability. My demeanor and behaviors do not change simply because others are watching. No matter where I am, I am Master`s slave. And He, is my Master.
Body Language
Written by Master William`s jaelina
i recently asked Master if He thought that i could go through a full day without permission to use words. The idea at first had intrigued me because i thought that going through a full day with having only my body language to use to express myself, would show a large amount of self control and creativity. Master`s answer was not what i had expected, but it was very much true, and i understood it once He discussed it a bit further with me.
i am a very verbal slave. Words are a big part of my service because i express myself better through verbal and written communication than i do through my body language. He told me that because i am such a verbal slave, i would probably not do well going a full day without words. i would want to giggle, and squeal because i like to have fun. i like to laugh with Master and make Him smile.
In school, English and Journalism were my favorite subjects because they allowed me to use words to express myself. In my service to my Master i seem to excel in written assignments and parts of my service that involve creativity with words and description. When i say that i do well with words, i do not mean that i can manipulate my Master, or that i can use words to persuade Master a certain way to get what i want. i use my “talent” to be pleasing to my Master. It is never my intent to use words to “top from the bottom” per say.
I think my love for description and expression helps me to also do well with my body language and the way that I convey myself through my movements, demeanor and actions. Though it is only one factor out of many others, any slave`s body language can show their emotions. i feel that my body language gives my Master a glimpse into my inner soul. i want to give Him as much of a glimpse as i can, for my soul belongs to Him.
Written by Master William`s jaelina
i recently asked Master if He thought that i could go through a full day without permission to use words. The idea at first had intrigued me because i thought that going through a full day with having only my body language to use to express myself, would show a large amount of self control and creativity. Master`s answer was not what i had expected, but it was very much true, and i understood it once He discussed it a bit further with me.
i am a very verbal slave. Words are a big part of my service because i express myself better through verbal and written communication than i do through my body language. He told me that because i am such a verbal slave, i would probably not do well going a full day without words. i would want to giggle, and squeal because i like to have fun. i like to laugh with Master and make Him smile.
In school, English and Journalism were my favorite subjects because they allowed me to use words to express myself. In my service to my Master i seem to excel in written assignments and parts of my service that involve creativity with words and description. When i say that i do well with words, i do not mean that i can manipulate my Master, or that i can use words to persuade Master a certain way to get what i want. i use my “talent” to be pleasing to my Master. It is never my intent to use words to “top from the bottom” per say.
I think my love for description and expression helps me to also do well with my body language and the way that I convey myself through my movements, demeanor and actions. Though it is only one factor out of many others, any slave`s body language can show their emotions. i feel that my body language gives my Master a glimpse into my inner soul. i want to give Him as much of a glimpse as i can, for my soul belongs to Him.
Young slaves
Written By: Master William`s jaelina
i recently read a discussion about young slaves. And this discussion made me think about the legitimacy of young slaves. But honestly, what constitutes a “young slave”? Age or experience?
i know from personal experience that many young slaves in the terms of age do not honestly know exactly what they are looking for when they begin their journey in BDSM. But we have to ask ourselves. Does a beginner, no matter what age, know exactly what they want when they start out in BDSM? The truthful answer to this question is no. In fact, experience is the only thing that can allow that slave to understand what it is that they will want in a Master/slave relationship.
This type of relationship takes a strong will to succeed, as well as patience and knowledge of what exactly you are getting yourself into. Many question, does a slave so young (in age) have the true knowledge that they will need to be a successful slave? The question, if thought about, actually is one to be answered about any beginning slave, no matter their age. Again, the answer to both questions is no, not at first. There are two different ways of entering into a Master and slave dynamic. One, already being in a relationship where both partners have agreed that they wish to take the step to becoming Master and slave. In this case, it is not just one person entering into this journey alone without guidance. When the slave enters into the relationship with a partner, already having experience as Dominant and submissive, or even entering with a vanilla partner. That slave has already (hopefully) developed a certain level of respect and trust. Therefore, the beginning Master and slave have each other, also understand each other’s likes and dislikes, and can gain experience earlier on, yet still, and always for beginners, with caution.
The second case would be the slave (or even the Master) entering into this dynamic without a partner. Exploring not for herself and her partner, but only for herself, in the goal to one day wear the collar of the Master that she will wish to serve. In this second case, one would hope that the slave would not enter into a relationship simply for experience. That time will come. First, the beginner should read, watch and listen to others. First hand experience comes when you have a true understanding of what it is you will be agreeing to. In both cases, patience is, as they say, a virtue.
So what exactly is a young slave? In my opinion, the term “young slave” refers to a slave that has little or no experience serving a Master. A slave that has just begun their journey and/or has not determined exactly what they want from both herself and the Master that she wishes to one day serve.
Now the question, how legitimate is a young slave? How serious are they? Like most questions, this answer depends upon the person at hand. There are many young slaves out there that have at least a minimal understanding and wish to learn what it is to be a slave. They have their head in the right place. Just as with any dynamic of BDSM, there are many types of slaves. There are sex slaves, service slaves, 24/7 slaves, and even more. Each slave has different needs and wants, and any slave wishing to be successful has taken the time to understand herself.
However, just as there are many young slaves out there that are serious, there are those that enter this lifestyle for the image. For how it might make them look. And sadly, some even enter the lifestyle simply for their pleasure, without the want to understand that a slave pleases the Master, and from His pleasure becomes her own.
i for one understand the frustration that comes with the judgment of a young slave. Being young (in years) has gotten me many comments about the strength and seriousness of my service to my Owner. However, i try not to let such judgment bother me as i understand exactly who i am. i and my Master know my heart. We both know my genuine desire to serve and to please my Master. Beginning this lifestyle, i started out as a submissive. i had been blessed with bad experience before Master and myself met. i say “blessed with bad experience” because this gave me an idea of what i did not want in a relationship. When Master and i first began our relationship, we began as Dominant and submissive. At this time i knew that Master had many years of experience, and i knew that most of those years had been as a Master. i educated myself (with Master’s help) on what would be expected of me as a slave. i entered into slavery of my own free will, with caution as well as enthusiasm. In other words, i entered into my service to Master with the knowledge of what He expected of me and what i expected of myself. i have found complete happiness in my service to Master.
my personal experience as well as slaves that i have been blessed to be acquainted with, shows me that young slaves (both in age and experience) can be both successful and legitimate in their service.
Written By: Master William`s jaelina
i recently read a discussion about young slaves. And this discussion made me think about the legitimacy of young slaves. But honestly, what constitutes a “young slave”? Age or experience?
i know from personal experience that many young slaves in the terms of age do not honestly know exactly what they are looking for when they begin their journey in BDSM. But we have to ask ourselves. Does a beginner, no matter what age, know exactly what they want when they start out in BDSM? The truthful answer to this question is no. In fact, experience is the only thing that can allow that slave to understand what it is that they will want in a Master/slave relationship.
This type of relationship takes a strong will to succeed, as well as patience and knowledge of what exactly you are getting yourself into. Many question, does a slave so young (in age) have the true knowledge that they will need to be a successful slave? The question, if thought about, actually is one to be answered about any beginning slave, no matter their age. Again, the answer to both questions is no, not at first. There are two different ways of entering into a Master and slave dynamic. One, already being in a relationship where both partners have agreed that they wish to take the step to becoming Master and slave. In this case, it is not just one person entering into this journey alone without guidance. When the slave enters into the relationship with a partner, already having experience as Dominant and submissive, or even entering with a vanilla partner. That slave has already (hopefully) developed a certain level of respect and trust. Therefore, the beginning Master and slave have each other, also understand each other’s likes and dislikes, and can gain experience earlier on, yet still, and always for beginners, with caution.
The second case would be the slave (or even the Master) entering into this dynamic without a partner. Exploring not for herself and her partner, but only for herself, in the goal to one day wear the collar of the Master that she will wish to serve. In this second case, one would hope that the slave would not enter into a relationship simply for experience. That time will come. First, the beginner should read, watch and listen to others. First hand experience comes when you have a true understanding of what it is you will be agreeing to. In both cases, patience is, as they say, a virtue.
So what exactly is a young slave? In my opinion, the term “young slave” refers to a slave that has little or no experience serving a Master. A slave that has just begun their journey and/or has not determined exactly what they want from both herself and the Master that she wishes to one day serve.
Now the question, how legitimate is a young slave? How serious are they? Like most questions, this answer depends upon the person at hand. There are many young slaves out there that have at least a minimal understanding and wish to learn what it is to be a slave. They have their head in the right place. Just as with any dynamic of BDSM, there are many types of slaves. There are sex slaves, service slaves, 24/7 slaves, and even more. Each slave has different needs and wants, and any slave wishing to be successful has taken the time to understand herself.
However, just as there are many young slaves out there that are serious, there are those that enter this lifestyle for the image. For how it might make them look. And sadly, some even enter the lifestyle simply for their pleasure, without the want to understand that a slave pleases the Master, and from His pleasure becomes her own.
i for one understand the frustration that comes with the judgment of a young slave. Being young (in years) has gotten me many comments about the strength and seriousness of my service to my Owner. However, i try not to let such judgment bother me as i understand exactly who i am. i and my Master know my heart. We both know my genuine desire to serve and to please my Master. Beginning this lifestyle, i started out as a submissive. i had been blessed with bad experience before Master and myself met. i say “blessed with bad experience” because this gave me an idea of what i did not want in a relationship. When Master and i first began our relationship, we began as Dominant and submissive. At this time i knew that Master had many years of experience, and i knew that most of those years had been as a Master. i educated myself (with Master’s help) on what would be expected of me as a slave. i entered into slavery of my own free will, with caution as well as enthusiasm. In other words, i entered into my service to Master with the knowledge of what He expected of me and what i expected of myself. i have found complete happiness in my service to Master.
my personal experience as well as slaves that i have been blessed to be acquainted with, shows me that young slaves (both in age and experience) can be both successful and legitimate in their service.