July 2021
UPRISE | July 11 - Participated in Social Justice panel
MAsT Tampa | July 14 - Butler Books

June 2021
SELF Mayhem | June 18 - Participated in the Men of SELF panel
CAPEX | June 19 - Presented "Overcoming MI in an M/s Dynamic*"
MAsT Towson | June 20 - Presented "Atonement"
MAsT Raleigh | June 27 - Participated in discussion

May 2021
Be the Difference Munch | May 13 - Participated in the How We Trans Panel
MTTA Community Voices | May 15 - Participated in the panel
Pragmatically Kinking | May 22 - Presented "On the Edge of Consent"

April 2021
Pragmatically Kinking | Apr. 9 - Presented "Protocols & Rituals"
IMsL/IMsBB | Apr. 16 - Presented "Overcoming MI in an M/s Dynamic"
Pragmatically Kinking | Apr. 16 - Presented "Butler Books & Household Management"
THRIVE Conference | Apr. 24 - Presented "Overcoming MI in an M/s Dynamic" & Led Power/Authority Dynamics and Mental Illness Discussion

March 2021
Pragmatically Kinking | Mar. 19 - Presented "Effectively on the Left"
Pragmatically Kinking | Mar. 26 - Presented "Nothing Less Than Everything"

February 2021
Black to Leather Recording
Pragmatically Kinking | Feb. 8 - Presented "Writing a Formal Petition"
MAsT Greensville, SC | Feb. 14 - Presented "On the Edge of Consent"
FLAME Conference | Feb. 20 - Presented "On the Edge of Consent"
MAsT Clifton | Feb. 28 - Presented "The Distinction Between Ease & Easy"

January 2021
MTJAF Podcast: Mental Health & Wellness

December 2020
MAsT Tampa | Dec. 14 - Particpated in M/s Panel
FROST 2020 | Awarded Certificate of Gratitude

November 2020
Leather Reign | Nov. 13 - 15 - Presented "Atonement"
Woodshed Orlando Kink Basics | Nov. 7 - Participated in Protocol Panel

October 2020
MAsT Kissimmee | Oct. 15 - Presented "Atonement"
House of Decorum | Oct. 25 - Discussed M/s Titleholding

July 2020
Pragmatically Kinking | July 31 - Participated in the Mental Health & Power Dynamics Panel

June 2020
Wicked Grounds | Various Dates - Presented "Everything to do with Boots," "Nothing Less Than Everything," & "Let's Play Follow the Leader"

May 2020
Pacific Rim Power Exchange | May 22 - 24 - Presenting "On the Edge of Consent," & "Nothing Less Than Everything"
Wicked Grounds | Various Dates - Presented "Overcoming MI in an M/s Dynamic," "On the Edge of Consent," & "Follow the Leader"

April 2020
MAsT Atlanta | Apr. 19 - Presented "Overcoming MI in an M/s Dynamic"

March 2020
Latinos in Leather | Mar. 26 - Presented "Leathercare 101"

January 2020
AnonM/s Con | Jan. 24 - 26 - Presenting "On the Edge of Consent," "Making the Mundane Magic: Protocols and Rituals," &
"Overcoming MI in an M/s Dynamic"
Sin in the City | Jan. 30 - Feb. 2 - Presenting "Everything to do with Boots" & Participating on the Gender Panel

December 2019
Woodshed Holiday Extravaganza | Dec. 7 - Fireplay & Fire Cupping Demo
TNG Beacon Skillshare | Dec. 22 - Presenting "Playing with Fire"
Living in Leather @ Tampa Bay Pheonix Club | Dec. 28 - Presenting

November 2019
Jax Start Here Leather & Cigar Social | Nov. 9 - Attending
The Rack Room | Nov. 16 - Presenting "Protocols and Rituals" & "Consensual Nonconsent"
MAsT Raleigh | Nov. 24 - Presenting "Overcoming Mental Illness in a Master/slave Dynamic"

October 2019
Come Out with Pride Orlando | Oct. 14 - Marching in the Parade with Orlando Kinksters
The Orlando Munch | Oct. 26 - Presenting “Beyond the Binary”

September 2019
Florida Power Exchange | Sept. 19 – 22 - Presenting “Writing a Formal Petition” & “Erotic Leathercare”, Participating in the Mentor Room

August 2019
Woodhull Sexual Freedom Summit | Aug. 15 – 18 - Presenting “Queer Leathersex”
Rocky Mountain Rebellion | Aug. 22 – 25 - Presenting “Queer Leathersex” & “Overcoming MI in an M/s Dynamic”
Master/slave Conference | Aug. 29 – Sept. 2 - Attending

July 2019
MAsT Kissimmee | July 7- Presenting “Nixing the Stigma”
MAsT Ft. Lauderdale | July 17 - Attending
FLSb/FCBB Leather Cruise | July 19 - Attending

June 2019
MAsT Kissimmee | June 20 - Attending
Southeast Leatherfest | June 13 - 16 - Competing at Southeast Master/slave Contest

May 2019
Power eXchange Summit | May 10 - 12 - Presenting "Power Exchange Primer," "Power of Choice," & "Bringing Home the Bacon: Butler Books"
Beyond Leather | May 16 - 19 - Presenting "Queer Leathersex"

April 2019
Shenanigans | Apr. 12 - 14 - Presenting "Beyond the Binary"

March 2019
LLC | Mar. 15 - 17 - Presented "Beyond the Binary","Intersectionality or Get the Fuck Out," & Sir Luke joined board of directors
Kinky Campout | Mar. 29 - 31 - Presented "Everything to do with Boots"

February 2019
Sin in the City | Feb. 1 - 3 - Presented "Erotic Leathercare", & "Overcoming MI in an M/s Dynamic"
MAsT Kissimmee | Feb. 21 - Presented "Beyond the Binary"
Critter Camp | Feb. 23 - Presented "The Human Animal"

January 2019
Gainesville Beacon | Jan. 19 - Presented "Overcoming MI in an M/s Dynamic"

Master Luke and his victor enact their Master/slave dynamic with a consensual nonconsent structure. They have discovered divine purpose in their exploration of leathersex, sacred S&M, and elevated service. When victor’s petition reached Sir Luke's hands in 2013, they took a leap of faith together, overcoming fear and shame, and have built the most intense, passionate expression of love and authenticity they've known ever since. Their blood is shared on the collar victor now wears permanently.

They have presented internationally on eroticism in leathercare, deepening devotion and surrender, and the healing aspects of structured lifestyles. As a second generation Leatherman, Sir Luke has a strong connection to Leather history and strives to carry his uncle's legacy by building a brighter future for the queer Leather community. slave victor is a devoted slave who speaks against the stigmas surrounding mental health, expression of gender, and fragility in slavery. Together, they stand behind the phrase, "Be authentically you."

Sir Luke and his victor earned the Florida Power Exchange title of 2016/2017. Sir Luke currently serves on the board for the Leather Leadership Conference. When they're not doing work in the community, they enjoy their home sanctuary, where victor can sit at Sir Luke's feet in their dungeon and they can simply exist as Master and slave.

Has it really only been two weeks? Sir and i really hit the ground running. We attended a meeting with MAsT Kissimmee as well as video called into the MAsT Ft. Lauderdale meeting. We had some great discussions about butler books and what it takes to travel as power exchange and M/s partners. Did you know that we almost always travel with plastic zip top bags, or that the index for our butler book is three pages long? It’s always such a pleasure to participate in these group discussions and really see how, in all our differences, we all want to be successful and seen in our chosen flavor of relationship.

Master/slave is such a particular segment among the widely diverse spectrum of BDSM, Kink, and Leather lifestyles. Add into that the further diversities of the LGBTQIA+ and neurodivergent communities, finding peers and partners can seem like a mind-boggling undertaking.

Even when i first met Sir and we both had a desire to enter this dynamic, things weren’t at the right place and time for either of us. It took two more years of growing and learning for us to really find that ideal space of being ready to lay out all our cards, be transparent, and take a leap of faith together. We both knew what we wanted and in what order our priorities fell, and as soon as we found that critical compatibility, we were off!

Over the years, we have had all sorts of ups and downs. Amazing moments, sad days, and even times where we just held tight to each other and waited out the storms.

After our speeches Saturday night at SELF, all we could do was wait. We had done what we came to do. We said what we wanted to say and were authentic to ourselves. Months and months of planning, preparing, and practicing came down to this heart pounding, breath-holding moment. Would we win? Would we lose? If we lost, would we regret or question what we did or how i looked?

Sir took me into His arms, and we took a moment to breathe. We reminded each other that we were deliberate, vulnerable. That no matter what, we were proud of one another. i told Him how amazing it was that He didn’t falter in His speech, knowing that He was so nervous beforehand. He told me how proud He was that i was able to overcome my fears and be who i have become.

Just backstage, as they called our classmates to the stage to take their mantles, we held each other and knew that, no matter what happened in that moment, we would go home together, that we would still hit the road, and talk about the things that impassion us, that drive us to be vocal and visible, that we would not give in to the fears and pressures of the violent world at large.

This feeling of standing at the edge, with our breath held tight in our chest, has always been a part of who we are together. The waiting for the moments that life would take us, the leaping into play and sex with wild abandon, the knowing that every single moment is all the more precious when the things outside of our control might tear us apart.

So we intertwine, take on the forces together, as a single unit. i am an extension of Him, and He is the soul that drives us both. With that tempered, indivisible strength, we move forward, no matter what. We did not falter when i fell into my mental illness, we did not break when we faced the realities of home security or job security, we did not surrender when we felt the heavy weight of too much grief.

Here we were, at another precipice. Waiting to see what would happen next. But we knew that whatever happened, it would be us together, always.

And then, in that wonderful moment, we were called to stage, and given the chance to rise up and accept the gravity and joy of the Southeast Master and slave titles.

There was a sort of hum in my ears: stunned, delighted, and overjoyed that we were able to connect not just with the judges, but members of the community there. That we would move forward with an incredible opportunity to carry our message even further.

We want to encourage and further people’s right to sexual liberation, empowerment in diversity, recognition of intersections, and education surrounding mental health and neurodivergence. We plan to do this by having earnest conversations about our experiences, histories, and endeavors as Master and slave, as well as teaching as much as we are able and making genuine connections that help strengthen the bonds between broad spaces of the community.

You can find us presenting at or attending the following events in the next few months:

July
MAsT Kissimmee | July 7
• Presenting “Nixing the Stigma”
FLSb/FCBB Leather Cruise | July 19
• Attending

August
Woodhull Sexual Freedom Summit | Aug. 15 - 18
• Presenting “Queer Leathersex”
Rocky Mountain Rebellion | Aug. 22 - 25
• Presenting “Queer Leathersex”
• Presenting “Overcoming MI in an M/s Dynamic”
Master/slave Conference | Aug. 29 – Sept. 2
• Attending

September
Florida Power Exchange | Sept. 19 - 22
• Presenting “Writing a Formal Petition”
• Presenting “Erotic Leathercare”
Great Lakes Leather Alliance | Sept. 26 - 29
• Presenting “Sex Toys: What to Choose, How to Use”

October
The Orlando Munch | Oct. 26
• Presenting “Beyond the Binary”

We’ll also be attending some other awesome socials, get-togethers, and events here and there. See y’all out there on the road!

From Washington, D.C., to Salt Lake City, Utah, and back to Washington, D.C, all within a month’s time, and then to Atlanta and all over Florida. That just barely touches the surface of how steeped in community my slave and I have been these past few months. I’ve been getting back to work for the new school year, and my slave has been keeping the house together throughout my busy schedule as we travel back and forth. The events we’ve gone to have been new, wonderful experiences that have given us a renewed appreciation and hope for our future.

At the beginning of August, we attended Woodhull Sexual Freedom Summit and met a whole new demographic of folks in lines of work parallel to what we do in the lifestyle and equally as important. We made so many connections, and attended classes that were truly enlightening. Our class, “Queer Leathersex,” went well and was well received by attendees.

Rocky Mountain Rebellion felt like the family reunion we didn’t know we needed. We saw so many folks from our Sin family (Sin in the City in Las Vegas!), met folks from the Salt Lake City MAsT chapter, and had great conversations surrounding mental health, leathersex, behavior modification, and total surrender in power dynamics.

At the end of August, we attended the Master/slave Conference for our first time. What an experience. My slave and I were able to express ourselves without question, without withholding parts of ourselves we sometimes do to assimilate. It felt so natural and free to have him serve without him being interrupted, and we reveled in the opportunity to do so.

But with all light, there must be dark. Alongside the beautiful experiences we’ve had during our travel, sadness and pain have been prevalent undercurrents, both in smaller communities and the community at large. Regardless of where you stand in the current affairs, I am guiding us as we learn to answer a simple, but ever prevalent, question: What can we do to make change?
We started our official personal fundraiser for our title year to be able to afford suicidality educator certification courses. We sold shirts, and within a day of releasing them, sold all 100 of our first batch of pins. If you would like to support our mission and goals, we will have pins on us at all of our travels for $10 each. We have been able to afford for one of us to take the course, and we are so grateful to all who purchased to show their support.

Just this past weekend, we hosted a live video on our Facebook page regarding how we overcome the barriers of mental illness in our dynamic and work with them instead of working against them. Over two hundred people have watched our video, and about fifteen were watching consistently throughout and chatting with us, asking questions and having the moments we all love: the “ah-ha!” moments that gives a spark that someone can use to enrich their own dynamic.
My slave and I always talk about the story with the kid and the starfish, the one where the older folk tell them to stop trying to save them because it doesn’t matter. Still, they keep throwing starfish after starfish back into the ocean to save their lives. So how do we make change? It isn’t about how many we save, or about how big the beach is, or how hot the sun is, or how little time there is in the day. It isn’t about the people who tell us we are wasting our time or that our efforts are unnoticed. It’s about the one person whose life we changed for the better.

If we can, through living authentically and truly to who we are as Master and slave, by telling our story and not apologizing for what we are and how deeply our desires for control, dependency, and surrender go, show a person that what we do is possible, healthy, and can be safe and liberating, then what greater joy is there? And further, if we can encourage people to live their truth, without shame or silence, by including people different from ourselves but not other, then how much more diverse and rich would our community be?

In Leather,
Sir Luke
Southeast Master 2019

Hello dear readers,
victor here! So much has happened since our last column. What we thought might be a quiet season for us turned out to be quite bursting with opportunities to connect and forge relationships with folks from all over the region.

In November, we spent some time in Jacksonville, FL to raise money for the Leather Heart Foundation and share a late-night meal with great friends. We road tripped up to Milton, FL and shared two classes: “Protocols and Rituals: Making the Mundane Magic,” and, “On the Edge of Consent.” We shared some of the functionality of how protocols and rituals enrich our lives as well as how we thrive within consensual nonconsent as a structure of our dynamic.

The following week, right before Thanksgiving, we flew to Raleigh, NC to speak with the MAsT: Raleigh chapter about mental health and the tools and perspectives that keep us strong. We spent much needed time with our title grandparents, Master IceDog and slave ravyn (Southeast Master/slave 2017). They were wonderful hosts and we are grateful to have had more conversations with them and exist freely in the same space.

December started off with an all-day string of fire play demos at the Woodshed in Orlando, FL. Sir and i both lost count of how many folks were willing to let us show them what fire play means to us as a medium and are humbled by that trust. Later in the month, we had a wonderful evening eating Pho with MAsT Kissimmee, sharing in holiday joy. We began our winter holiday break with a hike up to Gainesville for a close contact, extended fire workshop for their TNG.

Dotted among all these wonderful days on the road were some amazing and intimate conversations with friends and acquaintances. Zoom calls and meetings have become an excellent route to reach folks outside of social media and have what feel like more face to face discussions.

Sir and i spent the last week or so at home snuggled together and ate more sweets and yummy food than we could stand. Baking and cooking are one of our favorite ways to spend time together. Well, at least, i’ll cook, and Sir sits with me as we have intentional conversations about where we are and where we’d like to go.

We together discovered a love of plum wine, added some wonderful books to our collection, and really dug into what the next year would look like for us.

It was the first time we really looked back at our 2019 in its totality and acknowledged that we have put our hearts into what we do so fully. Since January last year, we have been a part of over 50 events, discussions, and meetings.

We, in a moment, sighed, and allowed ourselves the liberty of feeling content over this winter break, and then together, with renewed passion, embraced our rituals for beginning the new year. We look forward to another exciting year with so much potential.

I woke up this morning, among tear-filled tissues and crumpled sheets.

The smell of grief clung to the paint on the walls.

It was all over me.

So I took a deep breath. Looked to my right. And saw him.

There were so many before. They laid in my bed, took space in my heart, and left me with nothing except this uncompromising will.

he kneels, and I see in his eyes what I never found before.

he says, "No matter what," without speaking.

he says, "i surrender," as he puts his lips to my leather gloves.

Wounds heal, yet he presses tenderness into the scars left by the past. Wounds heal, but I open him anew so that every scar on his body is mine and mine alone.

he is the one who makes my heart real. Softer. Kinder. Forgiving.

We stand, because there was no one to stand for us once.

We stand, so that no one feels alone.

Hey y'all, it's been a while! We've got so much to cover and i hope you'll stick with us through it all.

So much has happened since our last column, so let's get caught up.

As many of you already know, Sir and i weren't able to reach our goal of taking home the International Master/slave title. While we're intensely disappointed and working through the sadness, we are also profoundly proud.

Titleholder thoughts from your 2019/2020 Southeast slave, and one half of 2016/2017 Power Exchange.

The topic of power imbalance isn't new territory for either of us, and going into a situation where our fate is in the hands of others is something i think we've all experienced. Maybe it was that dream job or even something as profound as a collar.

To say that we desired the International M/s title is an immense understatement. In that desire, it would have been very easy to allow ourselves to slip into a caricature of who we are; to become easily digestible for just a few days; to memorize the "right" answers and put on enough boot polish to glamor folks into thinking we too are flawless, glossy, and smooth.

i admit that maybe i did use a metric ton of boot polish, but we went to International in all of our humanity. Flaws, rough edges, and authenticity were the forefront of what we wanted to bring to that stage.

We even went so far as to say we didn't need it, that we didn't need to win the title if it meant we couldn't be authentic or speak hard truths. It was one of those moments where i felt the air escape me. my immediate reaction was to panic. i looked to Sir in that moment and He reassured me that while He dreamed of, and wanted to be a part of, that legacy title, nothing was worth giving up parts of ourselves for.

It isn't easy to stand up. Radical self acceptance at any cost is daunting at best. It is something that we have both learned to do the hard way as trans men, as disabled, as body diverse, as Jewish, as other.

What we do isn't for everyone. What we do isn't safe.

We exist in a deep ocean of edges. We play in ways that would be unacceptable to some. We stand in positions of visibility, not to appeal to everyone, but to reach those who speak the same language that we do. We reach out to the folks who question their desires, who have been firmly set into categories at large of being deviant.

So, beyond our vanilla labels, we call out to you:
● The sanguine and lovers of blood.
● The ones who engage in violence as a radical act of reclamation.
● Those deemed broken for their neurodivergence.
● The folks who stand at the very edge of play, and then begin their dance.
● The avid practitioners of BDSM.
● Those who salivate at the smell of back alleys, leather, gasoline, piss, and rubber boot soles.
● Those who seek pleasure that defies the world at large and its expectations of pious vacancy.
● For those who are Master and slave, because nothing else will do.

 Sir and i have been out there, on the road, since 2016. Each year has become an exponential expansion of our efforts as titleholders and kink educators. Becoming SELF's Master and slave representatives was absolutely a launch into an even more robust travel schedule.

We cannot promise to be easily digestible or appeal to everyone. But what we can do is promise to hold space for those who need it. We can carry our title with pride until it is time to step aside for others who wish to step up and share their perspective and knowledge.

We will never teach those who come after us that diminishing who we are is the path to liberation.

We will not now, or ever, come quietly.

Let it be the darkness from which we emerge.
Let it be the night turned morning, the moon turned sun.
Let its heat warm my chest,
Bare in broad daylight,
Ten inch scars under each pectoral, daring the world to move.

This is not the end of the day.

It is the beginning of the road.

My ancestors didn't come here,
With fabric carrying everything they owned,
To be told that this is enough.

This is not enough.

This is the crumbs at the end of the table,
The scraps left over from the dog's bowl,
The half eaten, maggot infested burger left in the trash.
This is our penance for complacency:
Purgatory and shame.

Don't tell me to "smile, baby."
Don't tell me to be grateful.
My inherited oppression is more than one note, single issue policies can heal.
I will only stop when I'm the last one bleeding,
When the kid I passed on the street knows they are safe.

You can kill a person.
You can't kill an idea.

 As the ongoing SouthEast slave, i feel like it's important to be available/visible to those who may be looking for someone to relate to.

i won't go on about it, but this year had been difficult in many directions at once. my health hasn't been great (not covid related, thankfully), but, in brief summary, i've been dealing with several painful conditions, the duress of Sir dealing with various forms of discrimination at work, the sudden death of my father, my mother regurgitating certain dog whistles and continuing to refuse to accept my being her son. At one point, she told me my father never even wanted me in response to my grief...fun times.

Needless to say, it has affected my mental health to an extent. i'm finding communication with the outside world a bit overwhelming, and as an agoraphobic, i haven't left the house all that much.

But what does all of that mean in relation to my status as a slave?

Some might suggest taking a break from the demands of such a role, or go so far as to say that someone with debilitating schizophrenia should not be a slave at all. Afterall, i should be making Sir’s life easier, not harder, right?

Thankfully, more than one thing at a time is possible, even if they seem (or are) diametrically opposed. i am still making Sir's life easier, and also embracing being a slave while moving through difficulty.

Behind the relative silence on social media, i have done my utmost to submerge myself in service. i have been hard at work renovating our home, refining my Japanese tea skills, learning Chinese tea ceremony, working on language skills, discovering new recipes, hosting two new beehives, learning about plants, designing and building custom dungeon furniture, and other manner of things.

When things get hard, i fold into Sir. We've had many great talks about why certain activities get us barking at each other (e.g. moving large objects and how that relates to spacial understanding. Sir is linear and i am abstract.) We've started unpacking undesired responses by looking at old traumas...and many other things.

All of this awkward wordiness to simply say...

Lean in
If being a slave nourishes you like it does me - eat, drink, sleep it in every action, large and small.

Revel
In the catharsis and connection of communicating fears, inabilities, and shortcomings. Radical self-acceptance means all of you, today as you are, and still doing the work to be better every day.

Devote
Surrender and giving of the self is a deliberate, meditative practice that requires daily work. Your best may look different every day, but still do your best every day and fight off feeling discouraged.

There's something to be said about embracing silence as a practice, so i'll likely still be quite quiet for a while. But i'm still here, submerging myself into service, and i hope that's resonant for some of y'all.

of leather-
victor

i’ll never forget how it felt the first time He spit on my cock.

It wasn't the first or the last time i was degraded in sex, but it was certainly the first time i really understood what reclaiming something felt like. As He towered over me, using the friction of my body to draw pleasure from, i knew.

There have been countless times i was made to feel powerless. Things were very different before His influence.

i was made to feel that the holes i carried were my only worth. How much cock could i take? How many needs could i sacrifice? How much more could i give? This was my opus of being powerless, fragile, and timid. Every use and abuse was a lesson in why i had to become someone else: someone stronger, someone more aggressive.

Yet here i was, willing and wailing and begging for Him to use me. Because in this place, all the rules were bent and broken. How much more would i give Him, willingly? How much more will i take? The man above me was deemed a monster by the world for His proclivities. my polar opposite in every way. His edges made of broken glass cut deeply into my willing softness. i take all of Him.

This is how we were meant to be.

He fit into me, not in the way a hard cock forces into soft wet places, but in the manner of lava erupting through a crevice scarred closed. i have begged Him a thousand times to rip me apart, to know the places that no one else has ever seen or touched.

His violence reminds me of exactly who i am. small, frail, insignificant. And yet i rise, knowing i am the one He chose among billions. A single speck, empowered to change His entire world.

i purged so willingly all of the grief that resided in my heart, not to fill it with my own ambition, but to be a container for His own. It is afterall the least i can do, to give Him my entirety. He gave me the gift of truth. This truth exists manifested in a ring of steel, heavy and permanent around my neck.

The simple truth that He has claimed me, for always.

We fuck with, in, and around the power of pleasure. Standing at its apex. When blood spills on the streets, we find the cum in our sheets. Ours is not more right or less wrong, but it IS our gloriously violent reclamation of pleasure and power. Nothing will drive this hunger from me, and nothing can drive us apart. Fear holds no real power here. Not in our sanctuary. Every flame set is a lick of pleasure waiting to be reclaimed.

Our love and sex is molten rebellion. It redefines fear. It tears away archetypes and instills liberation. It is palm to cheek, cock to gag, pain to pleasure, and yes, Master and slave.

As the spring season turns to summer, change is ever abundant.

In this past year, we have seen events shift to remote and digital interfaces. Our family and home have experienced profound grief alongside a chaotic world. Our home itself has begun a massive renovation.

The only certainty in this life is change. As much as we, at our core, want to resist it and refuse it.

We want to believe that change in ourselves is only affected by major events. Weddings and funerals and traumas and joys that are benchmarks of human experiences. For us, as Master and slave, i could suggest that this was the day Sir put His permanent collar around my neck in the presence of beloved friends and family. Or perhaps each year when He cuts and renews His brand on my back.

The reality though, is that we are ever changing, and each moment i choose to comply with an order, or show integrity in my service. When Sir shaves me and cuts my hair, when we eat Korma curry and rice with the summer sun streaming in the bay windows, how we watch His garden flourish under hands of care and compassion, and even in the books placed on library shelves and cigars smoked in leather seats. These are the moments that create change over time that make this life profound and rich.

If you told me ten years ago that i would be completely content in my station as a slave, without authority, with a quiet life in a beautiful home, i would have laughed in disbelief. i've moved countless times, been homeless, experienced intense trauma and never in all those years of experiences would i have guessed or expected that fate would offer me this kindness and shelter from the harsh world.

Over the many years, i have grown intertwined with Sir’s life. my ambitions have evolved to be His ambitions, my goals are His as well. i think the only thing slow to catch up is my palate; fried foods are just so crunchy and yummy in comparison to broccoli!

As much as our exchange thrives on violence and brutality, it is also about deep contentedness. The agony of pain and catharsis are the means to which we as scarred people find healing and respite.

So we share that with those who would listen.

Recently, we tallied our adventures in the world at large and realized that since FPE 2016, Sir and i have taught at least 105 classes. We haven't ever been flashy or dropped new class titles for the glamor, but the content we offer grows and changes as we do. We often ask ourselves why we keep pressing forward as titleholders.

The answer is simple, really:
● because there is a need;
● because each time we teach, we’re able to offer a different perspective;
● because each time we reach out, someone reaches back and expresses relief that they know that they aren’t alone.

Our intertanglement is not static; it could not have survived this long if it were.

When life pushes Sir one way, if i were to resist, we could break apart. What we have could fracture. Rather, we move ahead, sinuous and flexible. We are like woven rope, each trial strengthens us, we grow and change, and twist tighter together.

The simple bliss of it is that Sir is the fiber, and i surrender to Him suspending in His desires.

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