:: Edgeliving: Master Jim and slave marsha ::

:: Monday, June 09, 2003 ::

Knock, Knock, Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door….

Like Master Jim, i love the analogy of doors. i know i’ve faced many in this Master/slave relationship.

Some of the doors i’ve approached were grand and ornate, and as i passed through, i was greeted with fanfare. The night in 2001 that Master Jim and i were chosen as International Master and slave was one of those doors. It was a great night and the start of a memorable year.

But that grand and ornate door didn’t herald half of the change that i’ve experienced by stepping through other doors on my path of slavery. Plain, simple doors. No fanfare. But beyond the door…

Change. Real change.

One of those plain and simple doors was one of the earliest: the door i stepped through to become Master Jim’s slave. At the time, i had only the vaguest idea of what it would really be like. All i knew was that something inside of me called me to a different kind of life. Something inside me longed to be required to obey and to serve. Even when i didn’t want to.

There was no elaborate ceremony in a dungeon to herald the door to my life as a slave. No heavy SM “scene.” Nothing erotic. Only Master Jim and me, some candles, two leather roses – and words from the heart:

"Yes, Sir… this is what i want. To serve You. i consent."

"Yes, marsha… this is what I want. To own you. I consent."

Sometimes, the doors on our path are ornate and beautiful, or open wide so we can see the light and joy that await us on the other side. Sometimes we have to pound on the door until our knuckles bleed, fighting and clawing our way through. Sometimes the doors are simple and plain… but beyond the door, the path is dark… and to step through that door requires an act of faith and courage.

i followed Master Jim through that simple door and onto the unknown path beyond. Now, i find that door has closed behind me, and i can never go back to being who i was before. Thank god.

Oh yes… there are doors.

And so i close this entry as Master Jim did, with a thank you. Thank you, Mistress Dawn, for showing Him the first door. You would be proud of who He has become… and i hope that wherever your journey has taken you, you’ve found the door you were searching for.

--slave marsha

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