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A Slave's Diary
- Thread starter Praefectus Praetorio
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then she'll at least get a birthday wish from me!
A rare perspective indeed. Perhaps further than even I would admit to a slave's face, even if I thought it. Of course, this Dina seems a rather different sort of slave...
Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
Ooooh I really loved this episode. Mental sex is sometimes denigrated because people commonly forget the brain is the biggest sex organ we have. And tis why online Erotic RolePlay can work so very well…
Totally believable, so well written, PrPr, are you sure you didn’t use a Scottish lass as Ghostwriter?
im so invested in Dina, your character development is excellent!
Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
Very nice, thanks again PrPr. You cover so many aspects of consensual slavery here beautifully with a well written sympathetic character in dina/Evie/Ivy.
I’m sure each such relationship has individual nuances but we are given a broad spectrum to understand the attraction of consensual M/s relationships from the slave’s perspective. Wonderful.
I think the best part of all was dina setting up the dungeon session to mourn her father. This is very personal and something we rarely see here in CF yet very well explained. This is exactly how I grieved my father too. Being a typical Aussie bloke on the outside I find it extremely difficult to access deep emotions and especially grief and it’s accompanying guilt.
It was over a year after he’d passed but I hadn’t yet shed a tear, yet knew I needed to. I deeply needed to howl, but couldn’t, God knows I tried.
One day I read of such a session on fet, and I knew. It would take a session like this, with my Mistress/wife beating me senseless with the whip to finally break me to tears. I would never use a safe word that day, yet took far more than I would normally consent to. I didn’t even keep count. The subsequent aftercare was, of course, essential. It is by far the most marked and painful session I have ever had, and there was nothing sexual about it at all. And, imho, was the greatest act of love she’s ever shared with me… it was extremely cathartic and I love her more for gifting me such a moment of atonement and release…
Was that over sharing? Sorry not sorry. Your tale has brought me back to one of the toughest moments of my life, I identify a lot with dina’s experience. Consensual slavery, even if we confine it to our bedroom, is a deeply emotional experience that is more than just sexual. Some of us need this, this slave is one such…
Thank you.
I’m sure each such relationship has individual nuances but we are given a broad spectrum to understand the attraction of consensual M/s relationships from the slave’s perspective. Wonderful.
I think the best part of all was dina setting up the dungeon session to mourn her father. This is very personal and something we rarely see here in CF yet very well explained. This is exactly how I grieved my father too. Being a typical Aussie bloke on the outside I find it extremely difficult to access deep emotions and especially grief and it’s accompanying guilt.
It was over a year after he’d passed but I hadn’t yet shed a tear, yet knew I needed to. I deeply needed to howl, but couldn’t, God knows I tried.
One day I read of such a session on fet, and I knew. It would take a session like this, with my Mistress/wife beating me senseless with the whip to finally break me to tears. I would never use a safe word that day, yet took far more than I would normally consent to. I didn’t even keep count. The subsequent aftercare was, of course, essential. It is by far the most marked and painful session I have ever had, and there was nothing sexual about it at all. And, imho, was the greatest act of love she’s ever shared with me… it was extremely cathartic and I love her more for gifting me such a moment of atonement and release…
Was that over sharing? Sorry not sorry. Your tale has brought me back to one of the toughest moments of my life, I identify a lot with dina’s experience. Consensual slavery, even if we confine it to our bedroom, is a deeply emotional experience that is more than just sexual. Some of us need this, this slave is one such…
Thank you.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Not at all oversharing. Very much appreciated.
I am so glad you enjoyed my story and especially like Dina (I love her so much!) As I've said, this was 100% made up. I have never had any M/s experience (besides some chats here on CF). To hear it touch and move someone who knows the experience touches me deeply. Your comments here are just what an author longs to hear! Thank you!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
@Loinclothslave's kind remarks caused me to reach out for the first time in over a year to Master and Dina. To my astonishment, they shared with me this announcement (redacted per their request):
I'm sure you all join me in wishing them a long and blessed union!
Evie [redacted]
&
Geoff [redacted]
Request the honour of your Presence
at the celebration of their marriage
on Saturday
February 29, 2020
at 12:00 o'clock pm
St. [redacted]s Church
[redacted]
Reception to Follow
at the [redacted] Community Centre
Well! You could have knocked me over with a feather!! I am so happy for them. I gather it took a lot to convince Master to attempt a second marriage, but Dina can be very persistent. And, in the end, he can deny her nothing!&
Geoff [redacted]
Request the honour of your Presence
at the celebration of their marriage
on Saturday
February 29, 2020
at 12:00 o'clock pm
St. [redacted]s Church
[redacted]
Reception to Follow
at the [redacted] Community Centre
I'm sure you all join me in wishing them a long and blessed union!
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I must apologize for the year plus delay in this information, but the happy couple insisted on an embargo of the news. The Covid times have put a strain on their beginning marriage as it has on many others. But I gather all is well. And they recently gave permission to release the news. I am trying to gently persuade them to resume a diary. The usual response is "Ar ye daft? Who'd ever want ta hear the daily tedium of an old married couple?"
Trust me - I haven't stopped trying.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Some very tentative news. I don't want to get your hopes up, but I may have made progress in convincing the old married couple to do a little diary posting. Master is still opposed, but Dina seems to be coming around.
The hook that seems to have taken hold is the story of their wedding and honeymoon. Dina said, "Aye, that were a braw mishanter! T'wood gie thaim a gaffaw." Whatever that means, she seems on board. Now we have to convince Master.
Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
My imagination is running wild with the possibilities of a Master/slave wedding!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
A first little teaser. I'm hoping Dina keeps it up
Planning oor weddin’ was right simple. All the decisions were made by Master.
Noo, I can hear many oot there, especially you women, geing words o doubt. But it's the truth. Master made every decision. All I deed was make some suggestions. Wisely, Master decided some were guid. I've told you many a time that he is way smart!
We knew it would be small. Ma family made up two persons and one I’d have been glad not ta invite (but Master wouldn’t hear o it.) On Master's side, his only brother and his wife and a cousin from South Carolina, USA.
And the, o course, everyone in the village – it simply isn't done to leave any off the invites. Most came; in the end, there were thirty-eight packed into Saint C******t’s Kirk and forty-seven at the cèilidh.
In one thing, ye could almost say I made the decision. I wanted Master in high formal style dress, like an English Gentleman. At first, he insisted one o his business suits was good enough. But I would not let it go. De I ever tell you I can be stubborn? I never demanded – a slave may never demand. But I pleaded as sweetly and often as I dared. At last, I came to Master while he was reading in his chair and sipping his Brandy. I wore nothing but ma slave collar and a chain leash. I kneeled carefully before him, head bowed, and held up in both hands toward him, the Spanish Leather Cat wi the knotted ends. One stroke o that hurts worse than four strokes o the worst other whip Master owns. I spoke in ma sexiest, most submission voice,
“Please whip me, Master. Anywhere you wish. As much as you wish. And please dress in formal wear for the wedding.”
Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
Fantastic method of persuasion there and one of my favourite positions! It’s wonderful to be on one’s knees, offering the whip, beautiful anticipation, and great test of patience when my owner decides to wait as I hold my position…
And a fine choice of whip, a good slave knows it can only pay for any request with it’s pain - so choose the most painful option in this situation is correct!
And a fine choice of whip, a good slave knows it can only pay for any request with it’s pain - so choose the most painful option in this situation is correct!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Another update! Please don't make any rude comments about her figure or she might not post again.
Weel, with Master’s formal dress decided, it remained for choosing a wedding dress for me. At first, I suggested we go tae the shops on High Street. Master would hear nae of that. He planned a trip tae a dressmaking shop in the Capital! I say that was daft! But he wonna pay nae heed. So off we went for a weekend there. I had never been tae that grand city, so we did much sightseeing around the castle an such. Also some very braw eating at posh restaurants.
When we entered the shop ya could have knocked me over with a feather. It was so Grand and so Posh! Beautiful gowns, like a Princess, would wear tae a grand ball! A dead stylish lady came over and welcomed us back tae a private room! She served us wine and took me to the changing room where I undressed tae ma undies and she took ma measures. I apologized for being fat, and she laughed, “You have the cutest figure, Evie. Just like a real girl your age should have. You will look wonderful in one of our dresses.”
A won’t bore you all with the next two hours o trying on one fabulous gown after another. Master (and A) decided eventually on an off-the-shoulder, brocade and embroidered gown that was drop-deid gorgeous. The lady wonna tell me the price, Master had forbid it. Whatever it was, it must a been ten times what Dina is worth wearing! But it was so beautiful. When I glimpsed myself in the big mirror, I almost cried.
Weel, with Master’s formal dress decided, it remained for choosing a wedding dress for me. At first, I suggested we go tae the shops on High Street. Master would hear nae of that. He planned a trip tae a dressmaking shop in the Capital! I say that was daft! But he wonna pay nae heed. So off we went for a weekend there. I had never been tae that grand city, so we did much sightseeing around the castle an such. Also some very braw eating at posh restaurants.
When we entered the shop ya could have knocked me over with a feather. It was so Grand and so Posh! Beautiful gowns, like a Princess, would wear tae a grand ball! A dead stylish lady came over and welcomed us back tae a private room! She served us wine and took me to the changing room where I undressed tae ma undies and she took ma measures. I apologized for being fat, and she laughed, “You have the cutest figure, Evie. Just like a real girl your age should have. You will look wonderful in one of our dresses.”
A won’t bore you all with the next two hours o trying on one fabulous gown after another. Master (and A) decided eventually on an off-the-shoulder, brocade and embroidered gown that was drop-deid gorgeous. The lady wonna tell me the price, Master had forbid it. Whatever it was, it must a been ten times what Dina is worth wearing! But it was so beautiful. When I glimpsed myself in the big mirror, I almost cried.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
{M} Go head, Dina.
[D] Master has insisted that A apologize for a inaccuracy...
{M} Ahem!
[D] A lie. A told a fib in yesterday's post. A said that A almost cried when A saw meself in that beautiful dress. Actually, I did cry. I blubbered like a wee bairn! It was just so terribly braw ta see meself in such a beautiful dress and ta think A'm marrying Master!!
But A ken A shouldna lied. A'm most sorry!
{M} And?
[D] And Master wants ye to ken that A'll be punished - with the cane! Who says old married Masters and Slaves can't have a wee bit o fun?
{M} Such a lovely wedding dress and a more lovely girl
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
En case ye was worried, after denner time last night, Master laid into me bum, right nasty, wi' the cane. In the end he had me cryin' guid!
Noo to planning the ceremony itself, A just left most ta Master. He kens so much and has such braw ideas fra history. Master figured that he wanted to use the Book of Common Prayer from the 1597 version! I dinna ken the difference, but whan I saw the text, I worried wether I could follow it. But, as I read more, the language seemed more like modern Scots than Modern English, and I managed to puzzle out the words (wi a wee help from Master).
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
However, you should have heerd the reaction o the Reverend Ms. Thomas, Meenister o our kirk.
“You can’t be serious, Evie, Geoff! Do you know how the vows read? It is archaic!”
“Do you mean, ‘Wilt thou have this man to thy wedded housband, to lyve together after Goddes ordynaunce in the holy estate of matrimony? wilt thou obey hym and serve him, love, honour, and kepe him,’?” [Dinna A tell ye that Master has a memory like none other?]
“Yes, Geoff. You can’t expect Evie to say "obey and serve" in this day and age. It’s insulting to women!” Ms. Thomas, who's a wee bit heavy, was turning red in the face, and beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead.
Usually, when learned women an men lik the Meenister and Master are talking such stuff, I keep quiet. But I canna the noo. So I brust out, “Aye, Meenister, A could say yon words. A want to obey and serve Mas… I mean, Geoff!”
Weel. Noo, dinna the Meenister luik like a fish ootta water, with her eyes bugged oot aat me an her mouth open and nae words?
“You can’t be serious, Evie, Geoff! Do you know how the vows read? It is archaic!”
“Do you mean, ‘Wilt thou have this man to thy wedded housband, to lyve together after Goddes ordynaunce in the holy estate of matrimony? wilt thou obey hym and serve him, love, honour, and kepe him,’?” [Dinna A tell ye that Master has a memory like none other?]
“Yes, Geoff. You can’t expect Evie to say "obey and serve" in this day and age. It’s insulting to women!” Ms. Thomas, who's a wee bit heavy, was turning red in the face, and beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead.
Usually, when learned women an men lik the Meenister and Master are talking such stuff, I keep quiet. But I canna the noo. So I brust out, “Aye, Meenister, A could say yon words. A want to obey and serve Mas… I mean, Geoff!”
Weel. Noo, dinna the Meenister luik like a fish ootta water, with her eyes bugged oot aat me an her mouth open and nae words?
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Stay tuned all. It looks like Dina is going to tell the whole story of the wedding. Soon the various family members arrive. (Ever see the movies "Meet the Parents," and "Meet the Fockers"?)
A couple of wee footnotes - PrPr's last post in the story has been tweaked a bit to bring it into the 21st century, so if you read it soon after it appeared, you might take another look 
Also, strictly speaking I think the official word for the parson in the Scottish Episcopalian Church is 'Presbyter' - but no-one ever calls them that. And to confuse everyone, the preacher in the Presbyterian Church of Scotland is a Minister. But a simple Scottie slavegirl is unlikely to be troubled by such niceties, Meenister's the word she kens.
Also, strictly speaking I think the official word for the parson in the Scottish Episcopalian Church is 'Presbyter' - but no-one ever calls them that. And to confuse everyone, the preacher in the Presbyterian Church of Scotland is a Minister. But a simple Scottie slavegirl is unlikely to be troubled by such niceties, Meenister's the word she kens.
I prefer reading your
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Well, you won't have to. Those families were normal compared to these.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
It took a wee more expleening, but, in the end, Ms. Thomas gave tae oor wisses. Then Master mentioned the verse from Ephesians he wanted,
“Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.”
I truly thocht the puir Meenister was gonna faint deid awa! Master hurrit with the next part:
“Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her.” “Reverend Thomas,” Master conteenaed. “I believe that with my whole heart. If I had to die tomorrow for Evie, I would so without hesitation. I shall rule in our home, but it will be love, not selfish ego that rules.”
I gae a wee yelp and jumped tae his arms and kisst him haird. I ken it isna proper in the Meenister’s study, but I coudna help meself!
At that, puir Reverand Ms. Thomas gae up and greed ta aw we asked.
“Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.”
I truly thocht the puir Meenister was gonna faint deid awa! Master hurrit with the next part:
“Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her.” “Reverend Thomas,” Master conteenaed. “I believe that with my whole heart. If I had to die tomorrow for Evie, I would so without hesitation. I shall rule in our home, but it will be love, not selfish ego that rules.”
I gae a wee yelp and jumped tae his arms and kisst him haird. I ken it isna proper in the Meenister’s study, but I coudna help meself!
At that, puir Reverand Ms. Thomas gae up and greed ta aw we asked.