The Portrait of a Master

The Portrait of a Master

He is intelligent, has the gift of foresight and possesses admirable analytical skills. His mind is brilliant, and yet is balanced by a deep understanding of emotion and human nature. He is strong, authoritative and dominant which is balanced by His charming, caring and softly spoken nature.

He always knows what to do, how to solve a problem and what will or will not benefit a person. He is truth, no situation will ever cause him to waiver from His beliefs or path, and yet He has the ability to listen to and reflect on other's experiences and opinions.

He is honesty, His choices are made with thought and alignment to His beliefs and He has nothing to hide in thought or action, yet He understands where a person is at, what they are ready to hear and He balances His honesty with empathy and understanding.

He is honour, it is the foundation from which He acts and it was laid by facing Himself in the mirror with clarity and acceptance and deciding who He truly wanted to be.

He is inspiration. He inspires me to grow, to give, to love, to worship, to serve Him, to honour Him, to reward Him for being so beautiful. I admire Him, for all the ways that He is, for all He chooses to be and it inspires me every day to give more, to reach deeper, to lay my life at His feet and use it to serve, support and celebrate such a magnificent Master.

He is love. He walks the path of love with such commitment and awareness. His every action is filtered through love, big or small. It takes my breath away. When I surrender to Master, I surrender to love. When I worship Master, I worship love. When I devote my being to Master, I devote it to love. For love is who He is and His guidance is shaping me to be the same.

He is my Teacher. He patiently guides me down His path, He teaches me how to change my thoughts and beliefs, He teaches me how to look deeply in the mirror, how to surrender all of myself. His every action, every word and every characteristic teach me how to be beautiful, how to be love.

He is my Master. He has learned to Master Himself. I live in awe of His abilities. And so I have given myself to Him to live as His slave, to be mastered by Him.  To become a part of Him, an extension of Him.

Self-mastery, balance, intelligence, dominance, empathy, logic, inspiration, patience, understanding, honesty, honour, self-reflection, love. The portrait of a Master.

The Journey Continues

It has been a very long time since I have written. Life became very busy and seldom do I find myself with a moment to use the internet. Shortly after my last post, Master took me on a vacation, a few provinces away and it was a wonderful experience. I spent time bonding with His family, most of them know I am His slave.

Work became very busy after that, requiring overtime and a lot of energy to deal with being in such a toxic environment.

In the summer, Master again took me on a vacation with Him, out to a two week Medieval Camping event He has been attending for many years. It is a very magical, ethereal, entertaining, captivating experience. I am openly Master's slave while there, on my chain in front of hundreds and nobody has issue with it. I get to spend my days serving Master, serving His household, cooking all of their meals, setting Him a Medieval Table, keeping His pavilion clean and welcoming, helping Him entertain the many guests that come to call on Him, dressing Him, napping with Him, pouring His drinks, sitting on my slave stool beside His throne.

At night I dress in a more formal medieval dress or a skirt and corset and either accompany Master as He visits other camps or prepare His camp for the evening's entertainment and crowds. Master had me sing to Him this year, in front of guests, under the stars by the fire and I adored it - it was pure magic.There are bards who come and entertain, a harem of belly dancers who stay with Master and His household that dance  by His fire each night. There are fire breathers and sword fighters. And Master hosts and is part of the Tribal drumming circle that the dancers dance to.

Master makes Meade to bring out each year and it is a deliciously warming drink to sip on through the night's festivities. This year I learned to play the drum and was able to sit with Master and accompany His beat on my own drum, which was a really thrill being a part of the rhythm like that. Looking up at the star filled sky, watching Master drum with the fire flickering off His face lighting up the spirit in His eyes, blending in and supporting Him on my drum while feeling the unison of our combined beat pulsing through me is a moment I will never forget. When the festivities die down, sometimes Master takes me for a walk or out to the field by the Castle that is there and uses me for His pleasure under the stars. That field is a magical place for me. One night when all the guests had left Master bent me over his throne, pulled up my long skirt and used me there. Deliciously thrilling!

I love when He leads me at night in the dark to His tent, to undress Him, to worship Him, to strip in the freezing cold of night, to warm His bed for Him and snuggle with Him, to pleasure Him when He desires or to drift off to sleep on my chain beside Him listening to Him breath.

I never want to leave that place when the event is over. It is perfection to have no work, no clocks, no role other then Master's slave. Direct service to His immediate needs and desires and the obvious joy and thrill the event brings to Master. Ahhh!

When we did return home, work once again became very consuming, and I was promoted to top management taking on even more responsibility. It has been a challenge to sustain both worlds and for awhile the scales were tipped too far in one direction, but that is a whole separate subject.

Time to go serve my Master His dinner.

Psalms of a Slave - I Give to You

i give to You a child

a little girl inside,

i give to You her eagerness

i give to You her pride.

her never ending wonder

of things still left untold,

a spark of gentle innocence

a heart for You to mold.

i give to You her visions

of rainbows shining bright,

i give to You her youthfulness

i give to You her light.

her never ending promise

to brighten up Your day,

a soul that's touched with fairy dust

to drink in all You say.

i give to You a woman

mature in her desire,

i give to You her faithfulness

i give to You her fire.

her endless need to comfort

the things that cut You deep,

a caring soul to reach for You

a love for You to keep.

i give to You her softness

to see You through the night,

i give to You her gentleness

i give to You her fight.

her never ending passion

for all You say and do,

a soul that's touched with elegance

someone to strengthen You.

i give to You a servant

a whore in sweet disguise,

i give to You her wantonness

i give to You a prize.

her deep and pure devotion

to fall upon her knees,

and offer flesh for Your desire

living just to please.

i give to You her freedom

her every breath to own,

i give to You her whimpered cries

i give to You her moan.

her never ending longing

to give all You pursue,

a soul that's touched with servitude

someone to worship You.

i give to You Your slave......

~kaleera~