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Thursday, March 14, 2019

Ok - cleaning in overdrive. Leaf arrives tomorrow! Master came over at 9 and we rearranged things in the “playroom” where Leaf will sleep on the couch. We boxed up the toys and Master will take them to his house. How I wanted some reading time with Master whipping my body! But no time. We did go out after to a Pub in KXX for a quick bite. Nothing posh, but they serve well tidy scran and I had a poke o’ chips. Master and I just sat and blethered. It was braw. But too soon I had to get back and do more cleaning. I filled the bucket twice.

I guess you’re still curious about what I saw. I don’t have much time to write, the cludgie needs scrubbing, but I’ll tell you some.

It wasn’t that I was upset, I was just confused and flustered. Even after a while at home, I was still flustered. I just kept thinking of what I’d seen. I only slept a little that night, my mind racing. By the time I woke up I knew what I would say to Master.

What did I see? A magazine, not a modern glossy, but what seemed an old cheap mag. The cover was a full color painting of some kind of dungeon. A beautiful blonde (why do they have all the fun) had been stripped to her undies with a few torn pieces of skirt still hanging on. She was chained to a wall and a Nazi officer was coming at her with a red-hot swastika branding iron and an evil smile! He was getting ready to burn her horribly somewhere on her torso. Well that just ignited my fantasies tidy.

When I looked inside, I found several stories about women in peril or being tortured with more art (black and white) of semi-naked girls. I had never dreamed that such a magazine existed! I got wet looking at it in his bedroom. That was why I had to leave and run home. I jumped in bed when I got home and pumped my fud over and over! I don’t really remember how many times I came! It was pure barry!
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
I had never dreamed that such a magazine existed!
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Well thought out, those of us maturing in an earlier era well remember that period between this 'thing' dancing round our brains and the realisation that if you know where to look and can afford it, others publish about the same 'thing'.
With t'internet, they now probably get the message before the feeling.
 
old slave said:
Well thought out, those of us maturing in an earlier era well remember that period between this 'thing' dancing round our brains and the realisation that if you know where to look and can afford it, others publish about the same 'thing'.
With t'internet, they now probably get the message before the feeling.
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Thank you. Thanks also go to an unnamed slave who helped come up with the way that Dina and Master learned their mutual interest.
 
Friday, March 15, 2019

Leaf arrived today. It has been two years since he moved to Dublin and I’ve missed him so much. When the car dropped him off and he started up the path to my door, I almost jumped out of my skin! He is SO tall and handsome! I flung open the door and ran and jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around him and kissing all over his face. He laughed a fit and eventually got me to climb down.

“It’s so good to see you, Ivy. You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”

“Not as much as I’ve missed you, Leaf!”

We got his things into the playroom and I heated up some coffee and we sat in the parlour and for the next two hours we wur tearin’ the tartan!

I asked about the hens in Dublin and he said he’d dated some but no one was special yet.

“But what about you, Ivy? I’ve never seen you looking so pure tidy! This XXX you told me about seems to wear well on you.”

Well, that got me started! I must have blethered on for fifteen minutes of praise for [Master]; how smart, how kind, how wise, how considerate, how sweet. Finally, I noticed a grin on Leaf’s face watching me go crazy on [Master]. I put on a real beamer from embarrassment!

“It’s OK, Ivy. I’m just so happy for you.”

“And I am SO happy, Leaf! Really I am!”

Soon it was time to get ready for our dinner out with [Master]. I put on my new black dress and as much make-up as Master allows (maybe even a little more) and Leaf appeared from the playroom looking tidy handsome in a well-tailored suit. He took one look at me and whistled.

“Ivy, when did you become so beautiful and posh? Wow!” I knew he was just being nice because he’s my brother and loves me, but it was just braw to hear!

When [Master] pulled up in front with his car, I had Leaf help me on with my coat. He was surprised at it and asked where I’d got it. I said it was a Valentines present from [Master]. He whistled again.



Sorry I’m going on so long, but I’m so happy to have my brar here. I’ll tell you the rest of the evening happenings tomorrow.
 
Saturday, March 16, 2019

It was cold and rained auld wives and pike staves. I had a cozy, quiet day with my brar at home. It was Braw!

Our dinner out last night.

We went to a newer, very trendy restaurant near GXXX. When we got to the table, Leaf and Master both tried to hold my chair for me! Master deferred to my brar and we all three had a laugh.

As the small talk from the car continued, I was holding my breath. It was SO important to me that they get along. By the time the soup came, the two of them wur tearin’ the tartan like a couple of old school chums! I was so happy, I drained my wine in one gulp and let the waiter refill the glass. I don’t usually drink much, but it was braw. These two handsome, sweet men that I loved were getting on famously! The talk quickly went to new technology and finance and trends. You might think I’d get bored or jealous for being left out, but I was in heaven, listening and learning from them.

The dinner was fabulous and I lost count of how many wine glasses I’d had. I wasn’t reeking, but when the time to leave came, I was lite right up! There was a brief argument over who would pay, but my brar can be very insistent and won when he said he would pay to thank Master for making his sister so happy! That made me even happier!!

I was a bit surprised when they both needed to help me out of my seat. Leaf let Master support me to the car, another nice sign of how he trusted my lover. On the way back I was not very awake, but I did hear Leaf tell Master about our private names (something we’ve never shared with an outsider).

I don’t really remember going to bed. When I woke up this morning, I had a bit of a headache, but I didn’t mind at all. I downed two fizzy juices and blethered all day with Leaf. My life is SO! good!
 
Sunday, March 17, 2019

This morning Leaf and I talked about our fouks before he went to spend a night with them. We are both worried about our Da. But he is too stubborn to admit anything is wrong. Leaf promised to look him over careful.

Sitting with my brother and feeling so happy that he and Master got along so braw, I felt a strong ‘ankering to tell him more. Would he still love me? Would he despise me? Looking at his sweet face and hearing his voice talk to me with such love, gave me courage.

I started to say that Master had filled more than just a need for a good man in my life. I began to tell him, kinda jokingly, about some of my childhood fantasies of being a damsel in distress. He chuckled along and I dared to go further. I recounted how it matured into sexuality, and how Master and I, VERY consensually engaged in bondage and discipline.

Leaf looked at me with a sort of queer expression. Then he said, “I’ve always known you needed a firm but loving hand in your life, Ivy. And I lived with you for almost twenty years, I saw when you daydreamed after some story of a girl in peril or even tortured. I’ve suspected something like this for a long time. But I never mentioned it. Not because I disapprove, but because I refused to jump to any conclusion about you. You are by far the sweetest, strongest person I have ever known; I don’t know how I would have survived with Ma and Pa all those years without you and your feisty talking back. It gave me the courage to be who I am.”

“Oh, Leaf, I’ve wanted so bad to tell you!” Then I told him about Master and Slave and our ceremony.

He listened wide-eyed. When I finished, he took me in his big strong arms and gave me a long hug. When he finished, I saw tears in his eyes.

“Ivy, I love you so much. This is a lot to digest! However, I know you were always meant to live out your life on your own terms. And now you’re doing it. And XXX seems a wonderful man and is clearly madly in love with you. You could easily just wrap him around your little finger if you wanted!”

“Oh Lord No! He must be the Master. All I want to do is serve him and please him!”

Leaf just stared at me for a little, thinking. He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead.

He looked at the clock and realized his ride would be there any minute. We got his things together and walked down the path to the waiting car. A big hug and he was gone.

I was SO sad at seeing him go; I was SO happy that we had talked!
 
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Monday, March 18, 2019

A day of rest after going non-stop all weekend with Leaf. Master and I went for a long walk (holding hands the whole way – Ya!). He just blethered on and on about how impressed he was by Leith. He said, “That young man is going to become something; you mark my words!”

I leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. He smiled very sweetly.

He also told me he had decided on my next training. I skipped in anticipation. He said we would learn Master and Slave 101 (like an introductory college course, he said). I would learn about how to be a proper slave – language, postures and positions and rights (what rights does a slave have, I thought?) and he would learn how to be a proper Master, the responsibility (I was sure he already knew that – to love his slave and beat her regularly).
 
Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Master’s traveling again. He says his clients are a bunch of nervous hens over Brexit. He says he heard a wise woman recommend keeping the wine cellar well stocked and riding it out on a sea of Claret. He’s going to pass on that advice.

I suppose you might like to know what happened after I discovered the magazine.

The next morning, there was a tentative rap on my door. Opening it, I found [Master] standing somewhat tilted on a cane, his ankle wrapped in a thick bandage. He ever so shyly asked if he could come in. I, of course jumped to help him (I couldn’t believe he had made it all the way from his house on that cane) and got him in a chair. He declined any refreshment and insisted I sit opposite him. He said he needed to explain something to me and would I please allow him to complete it without interrupting (which I rarely did anyway, since I always enjoyed listening to him). I agreed and he began.

From my hasty flight and finding the magazine on the bed not the night table, he knew that I had seen it. He said it was important for him to explain.

Ever since he was a little boy, he had been fascinated with tortures and soft naked bodies being tortured. When he reached puberty, this focused more and more on girls and began to be tied to sex. He said he learned to live in his imagination for these things, since he knew they were wrong and others would disapprove.

He assembled a secret pornography and pulp magazine collection. His fantasy world actually helped him get ahead as he was willing to spend much time studying and doing calculations in his head.

He met his wife and got married at 28. They had a conventional sex life, but she was very conventional and wouldn’t try anything new and was very condemning of “sexual perversions.” Master kept his collections but tried very hard to make it work with his wife. Nevertheless, he was very frustrated. One day, six years into their marriage, she caught him masturbating at one of his pulps. She was outraged and disgusted. He tried to explain it was just his harmless fantasy and he’d never hurt anyone on real life. She wouldn’t listen and demanded a divorce.

He then finished with these words: (exact – you know my memory)

“XXX, I apologize from the depths of my heart for you having to see that magazine and being disturbed by it! I care for you more than for anyone in my life and would never mean to bring you grief. If you can forgive me, I will promise to destroy my collection and never see it again. However, if you are disgusted by me and my perversion, I’ll understand if you don’t want to see me again. I will respect your decision in this.” His voice was clear, but tears were running down his cheeks.
 
Wednesday, March 20, 2019

I had a nice talk on the phone with my brar. He’s back safe in Dublin. You know he stayed a night with our fouks after leaving here.
He said Ma went on and on about me being such a disappointment as she always does. Leaf usually just avoids it and lets her go. But, he told me, having just seen me and being so proud of me(!!), he couldn’t let it go. So he talked Ma’s ear off about how well I was doing and how proud he was of his big sister and how I had a very ‘proper’ gentleman friend. It made me feel so good to have him stand up for me!
Since I’m telling secrets and getting away with it, I’ll tell you why my brar calls me Ivy. My real name is Evie. My father’s people came from the town of Evie in the Orkneys and it’s a common name with his women fouk. Da says their name there was Halcro, descended from Norse Royalty – aye right! When Leaf was just a wean, he would pronounce my name like Ivy. I thought it was funny since he was Leaf, so I had him do it even when he knew better. Now don’t you go spraffing it across town!
 
Thursday, March 21, 2019

OMG! Shite! I just got terrible news! I can’t believe it.

My Ma called out of the blue.

She announced she was going to come and visit me tomorrow for the day! She wants to see what Leith told her about how well I’m doing and wants to meet my gentleman friend!

I was struck dumb on the phone. I almost lied and said [Master] would be away on a trip. Then, remembered Leaf being so brave and standing up to her about me. I couldn’t let him down and I needed to stand up. Master will be here and I arranged for us to go to lunch together.

But the rest of the day I’ve been a fecking tornado, with cleaning!!

You’ll be wanting to know what happened with Master after his “confession”. Sorry, I’m too busy cleaning. I’ll have to tell you later.
 
Friday, March 22, 2019

Ma’s visit!

She arrived at 10AM, exiting her ride very tentatively. I think she was afraid it was some dodgy neighborhood where she might get attacked. I went out to greet her and we hugged. It was strange, since we hadn’t seen each other in person for almost two years.
Inside, I got her some coffee as she looked around and commented. The polite complements were generously sprinkled with condescending remarks about the dump. I didn’t mind because it is a dump – just MY dump – and I’ll swear its clean!
We sat and talked over coffee and it was amazingly civil. We both raved about how wonderful Leaf is and how well he’s doing – that’s something we see eye-to-eye on. I asked about Da and why he didn’t come. I’m guessing he isn’t up to it. She talked around it and said he was doing as well as he deserved (ya see how downright mean she can be).
Before you knew it, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and there was Master, not in a suit but dressed very well none the less. I introduced them and he was very polite and proper. I thought I even saw Ma looking a little impressed. She was certainly impressed when she saw his car!
We went to one of the nicer restaurants in the next town over and Master was the perfect host. He did a wonderful job of conversing and showed great interest in Ma and my family. Ma had to go and ask, straight out, how old he was. He looked her straight in the eyes and answered honestly with no hesitation. I could tell Ma wanted to make a comment, but knew her own marriage to a much older man made that tough.
Try as she did, Ma didn’t fluster Master at all. He maintained a good, dignified posture.
We lingered over the dessert that Master insisted on (I’d told him Ma loves sweets, though she claims not) and then he paid the bill with his platinum(?) bank card.
It was late, so he drove right to the train station. Ma thanked him very politely for the meal and shook hands goodbye with me. Amazingly, the train was on time! I’ll never say a bad word about XXX Rail again (sitting for an hour or three with Ma waiting would have been pure hell!

We drove back to Master’s place where we had a little wine, a little spank, and a good pumping! Take that, Ma!
 
Saturday, March 23, 2019

The day after my Ma’s visit. And I’m OK! I think I’ve gotten a lot stronger over the last year and a half of being a slave. I know it sounds silly, but its true. Nothing she did or said really phased me. Oh, she was constantly at her PA (Master’s code for Passive Aggressive.) But I could just ignore it. She made plenty of comments about my place, but I know it’s a dump but its all I can afford (and her place isn’t Edinburgh Palace!)
Ma had to say some nice things to and about Master (he is so impressive, even Ma was respectful). Of course, a few PA comments about his age. Even there, it wouldn't be shan, since Da is almost as much older as Master is. But then again, when has Ma ever been shan.

This afternoon, Master came over to start my formal slave-girl training. He said we would start easy with some basic slave-girl poses or positions, sort of like Yoga. That didn’t sound good since I sook at Yoga.
He took me through about a dozen poses, making sure I had the just right posture and position and hands and feet and all. That wasn’t bad, though my back and legs got a bit tired.
Then he would name the position and I’d have to assume it. If it wasn’t perfect, he’d crop my tits or belly or ass (or all three)! Shite! This is a lot harder than it looks! I got confused and got everyone wrong! Then as we kept going over them, my tits and belly and ass were hurting so bad, it was hard to concentrate.
Finally, I got one right! The one Master named Inspection. I was SO happy to get one right and to please him. And he gave me a nice hug and kiss which made me even happier.
Master said these will be part of every “session” we have until I get them right. Boy, are my tits and belly and ass going to be sore! (Ya!)
 
Sunday, March 24, 2019

Today Master entertained me for lunch! Being a bachelor, he doesn’t cook posh most of the time, but when he puts his mind to it, he can cook up a storm. We started with cold Senegalese soup. I had never heard of it either. It’s a pureed chicken soup with a creamy curry broth. Then radish and sprout sandwiches (thin sliced radishes and sprouts with course sea salt on buttered whole wheat crustless bread). Dessert was Master’s favorite (and one of my top), homemade oatmeal raisin cookies. It all was well tidy scran!
During and after lunch, Master talked to me about my slave training. He has really looked into it and has carefully assembled a program (so like Master – have I told you how smart and organized he is?). He said he wants my approval to go ahead since it will require a lot of me. That seemed silly, since he is Master and what he says goes.
He said that being Master depends on the consent of the slave to the relationship and he wants me to know what’s in store. He also said that it would require more of my time in pure training, and he would pay me for my time.
Well, I said no to that. A slave doesn’t get paid! But he corrected me and gave many examples from history of slaves being paid. And besides, I have to support myself and he isn’t giving me the ‘room and board’ that a slave usually has. As usual, he made such good arguments that I had to agree. I would only be paid for training time, not social, like today, or punishment sessions. Then he said how much - 15£ per hour! I said, “Aye right!” But he was serious. He laid out all his calculations for why it was fair (I could only follow some of them – when Master analyzes money – Lord!) and insisted. Well! Even if I have to cut back on my work some, I’ll still have a nice extra stash.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
We started with cold Senegalese soup. It’s a pureed chicken soup with a creamy curry broth. Then radish and sprout sandwiches (thin sliced radishes and sprouts with course sea salt on buttered whole wheat crustless bread). Dessert was homemade oatmeal raisin cookies.
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I'm in love with Master, as well.
Does he need a handyman-slave, I can garden, decorate, DIY, chauffeur? Check Dina does her exercises. Keep her out of trouble when Master's away.
Please?
 
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