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 Just a note before i begin:  All references to Master, are meant to include Mistress, also... as all references to slave or her are meant to include both genders.  Since i am a female slave with a Master and since most of my conversations over the years have been with Masters and male Mentors, it is easiest for me to use those references, as i write this.
 And another note:  It would be too easy to start this very serious commentary by explaining what a Master is 'not'.  However, i will leave that until the end of this piece.

     A True Master in our Lifestyle is a very rare and unique Individual, almost always of very high intelligence.  He is a vitally precious commodity in the Lifestyle, whose talents, hopefully, are being utilized by those around Him, as Guide, Mentor, Teacher and Friend to both Dominants and submissives.  He is a person who begins by believing in this intense loving Lifestyle of ours, because it explains the primal feelings that He has experienced since a young age and because it resonates, as being the "right way" of living, to the very depths of His being. 

     After discovering Others in the Life, and learning that there is a name for His type of personality, "Dominant", He is not content to stop there.  He becomes dedicated to learning all that He can about every little aspect of the Life (a pursuit He will follow to the very end of His life - for the learning experience is continuous and He never allows Himself to feel that He knows all that there is to know).  In the beginning, this learning process may entail self-learning:  reading all that He can find;  speaking with others in the Lifestyle;  and experiencing the various aspects of the Lifestyle.  But, for One destined to be a Master, that simply can not be enough.  He is driven to the point, that He must put aside His pride and seek training either from an established Group, or if fortunate, from a Master who Mentors those few Dominants with the unique inner quality that it takes to become a Master. 

     This training is usually a very long process (minimally 'months', more often 'years'),  where similar to the Knights of Old, the Dominant is trained to live a life of Honor, Integrity, Honesty, and Trust.  These are attributes that the Mentor/Group have determined the Dominant already has within Himself.  The training just magnifies the intensity of them in His life -- burnishes them to a high shine, you might say.  The other areas of training, for a Potential Master, are probably too numerous to recount - and vary by the Ones who are doing the training.  But some of the more consistent training areas included are:  Self-Awareness;  Self-Control;  Psychology of Behavior;  Behavior Modification;  the complete Physiology of both men and women;  and the thorough knowledge and usage of the Implements (sometimes referred to as 'toys') of the Lifestyle. 

     The training is not easy, it requires the price of swallowing One's pride and learning to accept correction while working towards the Goal of achieving the status of becoming the best that One can be... to become a True Lifestyle Master.  It, also, must be stated here, that wanting to become a Master simply isn't enough -- there are those whose training is halted - either temporarily, until the Dominant masters a particular part of the training - or completely, if the Mentor/Group determine that an error had been made initially, when believing that a certain Dominant had the right qualities to become a Master. 

     In certain older Groups (often with old European roots), after the Mentor/Group determines that a Dominant has completed all phases of His training in an exemplary manner, in addition to awarding Him the right to use the title "Master", they will confer upon Him "Colors of Mastery" as His own.  These specific Master's Colors - which have significant meaning to the Group and to certain Others in the Life - will be His until the time He dies or until He passes them on to Another (who He believes is trained to His level of Mastery and deserving of the privilege to wear them).  When He attends certain Lifestyle functions His Colors will identify Him as a Master, the Master of those specific Colors, to Others.  If a Master places His Colors upon a submissive or slave, they show His Protection or Possession of same, and as such will be honored and respected by All, who are familiar with this custom. 

     A Master is usually a person of quiet, but awesome, power (power over Himself, power over others, and power over His condition in life).  While One could be proud of what was accomplished in His years of training for Masterhood, you will find most True Masters to be soft-spoken, mild-mannered and quietly self-assured in any social situation.  These Masters have nothing to prove to the outside world - they have passed the tests required of them in becoming the best that they could be within the Life, far surpassing any standards of the vanilla world. 

     A True Master, by virtue of the training He has experienced and the Life He is living, first and foremost, is a Master of Himself, and then, is a Guide, Teacher, Advisor and Mentor to O/others.  He will not turn away when His Mastery is sought in those capacities, either from those who are sincere in their desire to live within the Life and in their desire to be the best that they can be, or from those who simply seek His help.  As a Master, He can always be counted on to freely give heart-felt and honest advice to the best of His knowledge and ability. 

     There can be no truer Friend, no better Mentor nor Advisor, no more wonderful Person to serve, than One who is a True Master within this loving Lifestyle of ours.  He is One to seek out, if you wish to find a Guide into this Lifestyle.  It will be a decision you will never regret. 

• A Master is 'not' one who thinks he just happened to be born into Mastery.

• A Master is 'not' one who arbitrarily chose to add the title "Master" before His name or nick -- rather:   He had to earn the right to use it - and have it conferred upon Him by Others - as a student has had to earn his PhD before he is entitled to be called "Doctor".

• A Master is 'not' a Master, just because He has told a submissive, "you will always call me Master", or because He can easily say, "On your knees,  slave". 

• A Master is 'not' one who will ever put His own well-being before the well-being of those under His Control/Protection.

• A Master is 'not' one who will manipulate another, who is not under His Control, to achieve selfish goals.

• A Master is 'not' one who tries to prove His masculinity, or His importance, by the numbers of submissives or slaves that He can accumulate.

• A Master is 'not' one who thinks, believes, nor treats His slave as if she has no value, self-worth or importance -- rather:  Knowing that His light is reflected, from the actions of His valued slave, to Others' eyes, a Master encourages His slave to become the best that she can be in order that she may become even better in His service, while bringing Him credit.

• A Master is 'not' one who treats any commitment (whether vanilla or Life,  business or intimate) in a callous manner. 

• A Master is 'not' one who makes hasty decisions or commitments.

• A Master is 'not' one who will indulge in drugs, including alcohol, prior to (or during) any scening, teaching or disciplinary activities.

• A Master is 'not' one who will ever discipline in anger.

• A Master is 'not' one who will utilize a new implement/toy on His slave, thinking He has some automatic ability to use it, without sufficient practice to become expert in its use - FIRST.

• A Master is 'not' one who will ever think 'He knows it all' about any singular aspect of the Lifestyle.

• A Master is 'not' one who will seek financial profit for His advice or guidance.

• A Master is 'not' a player, who looks at relationships within the Life as being frivolous, temporary, or unimportant -- rather:  A Master is One who believes in permanence of relationships within the Life, thereby strengthening the integrity of the Lifestyle, whether the relationship be with F/friend, student or slave.

The snow, sleet and rain fell in a diabolical pattern against her windshield, as she slowed to where she felt she could maintain control over the car in most situations. Trying to concentrate on the road, her thoughts kept slipping forward to the coming meeting at the airport, then backwards to all that she and her Master had shared on the net and phone for almost a year.   A small smile crossed her face, when it struck her that despite the unexpected late spring, but oh so wintery, scenario she was driving through, which was ruining her timetable for her trip, she had an inner calm… an inner calm that came from just part of the training her Master had worked with her on for so long -- self-control. 

Her Master had taught her so much in their online time together, probably much more than even He realized.  Now soon, tonight, He would be guiding, teaching, taking her even further… further into the Lifestyle that He was trained and experienced in, into the Life that she had searched for for decades, and deeper into their rare love relationship - a relationship that she had once given up hope of ever finding.   Each slowly passing minute brought her closer to the airport, bringing her trans-state, 4-hour journey to a close.  Her heart sang with joy and anticipation as she thought of the precious week that lay before them. 

          The Master stepped off a very late airplane, at an airport.  He hastened to the 
          unfamiliar baggage claim, there to meet someone who said they would be 
          there to meet Him. That someone was His slave.  He went hoping to see her, 
          expecting to see her, yet fearing that He would not.  He continued to where His
          plane was to debark it's baggage.  Sitting there, recognizing Him about the same
          instant that He saw her, was His wonderful slave, His faithful slave - for the plane
          was quite late.   She had been sitting there since before the plane was originally
          scheduled to arrive, waiting patiently, loyally, dutifully for her Master's arrival. 

After hours of waiting, and quite honestly fearing the reason of the plane's delay, her spirits soared as the monitor above her suddenly showed the arrival of her Master's plane.  She forced herself to remain calm, as her eyes darted amongst the passengers coming down the escalator to the baggage claim area - and then she saw Him… smiling to herself, she realized had the crowd been 10,000 she would have found Him - because she felt it was her spirit which recognized His, before her eyes recognized His presence.  Her entire being glowed with peace, warmth and happiness, as her heart sang… her Master had come to claim her. 
 

He saw her, went to her, she rose, breathing deeply, her chest rising and falling
rhythmically.  He went to her, not caring whether His bag was in the carousel or

          not, gave her a hug, kissed her and told her He had recognized her and He was 
          so glad that she had been there to meet Him.  Seeing that she stood before Him, 
          arms slightly away from her sides (in a position He taught and she often 
          rehearsed in cyber), He placed His hands between her arms and her body and 
          embraced her, at her full length, holding her, pressing her close to Him, 
          reassuring her that her Master had indeed come to town. 

Her thoughts whirled through her mind… the same strength, self-assurance, confidence that she had felt emanating from Him in cyber, was now palpably real.  His Masterly aura was overwhelming to her.  An old doubt, self-fear, that He had worked so hard to remove from her, once again made it's presence known -- how could a Master of such experience, with such power, be interested in, much less love, a novice slave such as she?  Then, in the warmth of His arms, she relaxed and felt the doubts slip away.  His very presence assured her that it was not for her to question - her Master loved her, wanted her and was there to claim, to take and to protect her. 

          By and by, they parted. He picked up His bag quickly from the carousel and 
          walked with her, out of the airport, to her car.  Baggage stowed quickly in the
          trunk,  the Master sat in the passenger's side, the slave to chauffeur Him.  He 
          pulled her to Him and He kissed her,  not like in the airport, but more deeply, 
          more caringly, more passionately.  She responded with a quiet whimper, 
          pressing herself to Him, unafraid to show her honest unbridled desire for Him 
          and her joy in being with Him. 

          When He finished, He allowed His slave to start the vehicle and to commence 
          the drive to the motel that He had had her reserve.  There, baggage was taken
          from the car into the reserved room, and the desk clerk was asked about 
          places to eat.  The Master knew His slave would be hungry, as she had not 
          eaten since leaving her home for the long drive to the airport to pick Him up, 
          and then the waiting and waiting and waiting for Him to arrive, without so much
          as a snack.  The desk clerk told them of two places to go.  They walked hand-in
          -hand to the first, discovering that it was already closed by time they arrived. 
          Still hand-in-hand, and though the night was blustery and cold, both feeling quite
          warm, they returned to her car.  She then chauffeured the Master to another 
          restaurant, where He allowed her to eat, strengthening herself for what was to 
          come.  As if knowing each other  for years, their chat was easy, tender, caring, 
          and punctuated with soft laughter.  The slave ate lightly, not  wanting to be 
          overfull.  They returned, her chauffeuring Him again, back to the motel room. 
          Once inside with the door locked, Master directed His slave to prepare herself 
          for Him. 

Slipping from her clothes, she wondered at the ease of her preparations… wondering where the false modesty had gone… then realized there would be never be anything false between them.  There would always be truth between them - truth about feelings, desires, wants and needs - the life she had searched for, for so long, was about to become their reality.  She was not only willingly baring her body for her Master's pleasure, she was willingly giving her life to Him to use as He wished, so complete was her trust in Him.

          While she was readying herself, Master prepared Himself for her.  She entered
          His presence, clothed as a slave should be, only in her flesh.  She knelt before
          her Master, who wore a rich robe of tartan Red, Blue and Green, His Colours. 
          Master told her to recite, or read, her Statement of Submission to Him, the one
          she had sent Him nearly a year before.   With tear-filled eyes, she began to read
          the most beautiful Submission Statement, that the Master had ever read or seen,
          and now heard.   She swore to Him her undying love, submission, obedience,
          and devotion, asking only for His Dominance of her in return.   To this He 
          acceded, pressing her close to Him and opening His robe, enfolding her in it, so
          that they were both covered by the same Colours, of Red, Blue and Green.   He
          took her collar and fastened it securely around her neck.   Using it, He helped 
          her to rise and He again embraced her and kissed her, knowing that she was 
          His for pleasure, she was His for consolation, she was HIS! 

          Master and slave embraced together and then He laid her down and took her, 
          tenderly and gently, for it was as if it was the first time she had ever made love, 
          she being reborn in His Colours and in His Service.   As He took her that first 
          night, she showed her absolute pleasure in being asked to serve Him.  Her body
          responded to Him magnificently, pleasing Him greatly.   He began to learn of 
          the little places on her body that He could touch or press that would cause her to
          slide and slip deeper and deeper into passions.   She served Him well as a slave
          that night. 

          When He was through with her, He held her naked body close and allowed her
          to warm Him through the cool evening.   As they slept together, she sleeping
          less than He, He secure in the knowledge that He had a fine and good slave by
          His side, she a little in wonder that her Master lay beside her, she a little 
          worried, a little concerned that she might displease Him.   Restless, she dozed
          only lightly, never sleeping deeply.   Whilst her Master slept, she listened to His
          breathing, she felt His body rhythmically moving against hers as He breathed, 
          and she felt His touch on her breast.   Between her dozings, she thought about
          this being the beginning of her life, she thought about the rest of her days with
          this Master, she thought about wanting that number of days to be many, wanting 
          their time together to be often and long.   She thought about how nice it was to
          have her Master lying beside her, touching her, wanting her.   Then she would
          doze for awhile, only to wake for a few minutes and again begin to dream the
          same dreams.  Through the night until the morning they lay together, Him 
          deeply sleeping, her fitfully dozing, His hand caressing her body, on its own
          volition, her body responding to His hands, of hers. 

The slave cradled her Master's hand, holding it against her breast. The slave lay there realizing that even now, though she had commited herself in slavery to her Master for the rest of her life, she had never known such freedom, such joy, such love. 

         In the morning, Master opened His eyes to see first her face, her eyes looking
         at Him, loving Him, devouring Him, as He looked at her.   Well-satisfied after
         the inspection that had preceded their love-making the night before, when His
         same eyes had been cast all over her body, her hair, her face, her tear-filled 
         eyes, her smile, her teeth, her lips, her neck, her breasts... her soft breasts, the
         swell of her buttocks, her tummy, her thighs, her calves, her feet, all that lay
         concealed in her womanly slit - all these things He had inspected.   Yet now 
         when He awoke, He was so pleased to see her looking at Him that He reached
         over and kissed her, then kissed her breasts. 

         Master and slave lay together for awhile that morning, again enjoying each 
         other, awake, cogent, sentient, passion there, love there.   When they rose to 
         face the day, to begin the journey to her village far away, they rose as one 
         and kissed, her standing, Him standing, pressing into each other.  He rubbed
         His hands over her, across her.   He fondled His slave's flesh possessively and 
         caressed it as He kissed her.   They lingered together sufficiently long that they
         were barely able to leave the motel before being charged for the next day's 
         rate.   In fact, had it not been for an understanding desk clerk, they would have
         been charged.  Bags and baggage stowed again in the slave's automobile, 
         slave again chauffeuring her Master, they set out for the slave's village. 

         All along the way, across the beautiful countryside, they often held hands while
         she drove, the Master rubbing her palm, she caressing the Master's fingers.  On
         a few occasions He would reach up, when traffic was clear, and caress her 
         breasts lightly with His hand, to which she would respond with a sharp intake of 
         breath as though wanting, really aching, to welcome His hands, His lips there.
         And so they spent the almost 4 hour drive, from the big city to her village, 
         touching, talking, getting to know each other even better, while building the 
         anticipation of their time together, when they would arrive at her abode. 

         Eventually after a very pleasant ride, during which they chatted, feeling each
         other's love and each other's bodies, they arrived at the slave's house.  The 
         Master entered with the slave and set about helping her to turn her house into
         His home.   He held her again to Him, repeated to her again, that He was her
         Master now, that she was in His protective grasp/clasp, that she was not to fear, 
         and not to worry because she was not, nor ever would be, alone.  Once again
         the Master took her and claimed her, this time not so tenderly, but certainly as
         lovingly, as He began to introduce to her His knowledge of the Lifestyle that she
         had chosen, of the Lifestyle that had brought them together, of the Lifestyle that
         she desired,  and that He knew so well. 

         She responded so beautifully to it, that He wondered indeed had she not been
         in the Lifestyle much longer than she claimed.   Yet, in His heart, He knew that
         her training had come from her own desire for the Life:  her study, her reading,
         her dreaming, her wanting, her imagining - and yes, also from her love of Him.
         She moved beneath Him, with Him, for Him, her breath coming in little gasps, 
         His as well, as He showed her the delights of the Lifestyle, as He showed her 
         His caring for her, His love for her, and His Dominance of her. 

She lay cuddled in His arms, a soft smile on her face… never had she known such contentment, such love, such joy.  She drowsily opened her warm brown eyes to gaze adoringly upon her Master's face, as her gentle hands tenderly caressed it.  She whispered huskily, "i love You, Master, with all my heart.  The years of searching for You have become as nothing.   A lifetime would not have been too long to have waited to come to You as slave.  You are my life - my heart sings when i say to You, 'i am Yours, Master'."   He returned her smile knowingly.   A week of pure heaven lay before them... only the first, of the rest of their lives together. 

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" i am a slave "
by kitte{AR}  11/15/99

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master owns my body, my mind, my will, my health, 
my well-being, my communications, 
my actions, even my very breath. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master allows my existence to continue in order that i may 
obey Him, serve Him, please Him, 
amuse Him, entertain Him, and care for Him. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master, also, allows my existence to continue in order that 
i may tend to His needs, to His wants, 
and to the multitude of duties He may assign me, 
regarding any and all aspects of His life. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master has absolute and total Ownership and Control 
of every facet of my life. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master values my gift of submission.  He cares for me and 
is proud of His ownership of me. 
He likewise requires that i take pride in myself 
and in my position as His slave. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master will dictate my appearance, public or private, 
with no regard for fashion or fad, 
solely determined by His desires and wants. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master demands from me Total Obedience to
His every wish, stated and unstated, 
up to and including my Obedience to Another 
(be it temporary or permanent), 
should that be Master's decision. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master can sell, give or transfer the Ownership and Control
of my life to Anyone at anytime, upon His whim, 
or upon His deliberated choice...
with temporary or total finality 
to my current existence with Him, 
as He wishes. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

Master's desire fulfillment, in all areas of His life, will be 
the never-ending goal  of my life 
until the last moment of His ownership of me, 
or until the moment of my last breath, 
whichever He chooses. 

slave is who and what i am -- i exist for my Master...

i yield my all to my Master...
i love my Master... 
i am His...

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