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The Master's Loving Touch

A dear friend of mine, my mentor in a lifestyle as well as in life, on Friday suffered the loss of His first teacher in the ways of the Master. Saddened at His death, my Mentor wrote this to honor the man who lead Him, guided Him, and taught Him the ways of the Dominant.

It is a beautiful window into the life that is the Master and Mentor.

The old Dom lay upon his deathbed, his body worn and gray,
His sons, students and submissives gathered about him,
Though long they had dreaded this day.
He knew that his long journey was almost done,
And that now it would end.
He looked into the eyes of those he loved
And knew of no better way this time to spend.
"My sons, students” he said to them, "My time is growing short.
I ask of no tears on my grave.
I was never that sort.
I have no need for a memorial,
Save what i give unto you.
Let not the lesson that i have taught you vanish like the morning early dew,
For you my Brothers are Dominants....the ones to whom they bend their knee,
With downcast eyes and yearning souls and so brightly soaring needs,
For the submissive woman is like unto no other
In her mind, her body and soul.
For her the journey is rocky and harsh,
But she will have no other road.
That road is fraught with peril,
Their path at best a bitter sweet run,
A lonely, soaring, searching need to find the truly Dominant one
To cast away the wannabes, the abusers and the cruel.
To find the one that she can serve,
And not be seen as less when she calls him ‘Master’
As she kneels in from of his chair.
For with that title there come a trust that no 'nilla can understand,
To take her mind, her heart and soul and mold it with the Masters hand
To protect her against all the world, be she right or wrong,
To love her enough to discipline her into the cold and night regardless of the cost
To bring forth from her the beauty that the truth was always there,
Had any the eyes which to see,
To show unto her the hardest truths,
How a chain can make you free
And how a woman that is kneeling, can stand above the rest.
And how to have the strength to offer her submission can be the hardest test.”
He felt a chill pass thru his heart,
And knew his time had come.
It was time to leave this mortal Earth,
His allotted time over.
And as the darkness closed around him,
He bid it to stay a moment more
And gasped a last quick message unto his sons, his students and his mate.
“In leather have i lived my life and in leather i die.
The leather that bonds us unto the other...
A bond as true as the cycles of the earth.
For in leather we are a family...
A bond that none save us can break.
Dom and sub, we stand together as one,
Each with a thirst for the other to taste.
Learn and teach the rules my friends and forget not the old ways
As I have taught them unto you.
Welcome the newbie, gather them in.
Protect them as once I did you,
Be their shelter against the storm of the world
That would destroy them without a care for them.
And from wherever I am,
Be it heaven or hell,
I will be proud of the fruit that my teachings have brought.”
With a tug in his arm he could say no more,
And Death did claim him that day as its own.
He cast off the old and weary flesh
And looked back upon what his words had sown
And saw them standing there, tall and proud,
Or kneeling without shame.
Both Dom and sub, each in there place,
Both proud to bear the name.
He looked into the dark clad angels face and said,
"All is as it should be.
The Doms will protect them unto their last breath,
The subs are proud to bend their knee.
I have done all i can do here, I see nothing left undone.
The journey now is over, the battle fought, the final race done.”
And as he left the lowly earth, he looked back one last time
And bid a silent and soft farewell to those he left behind,
And he turned and left them there.
He knew with all his heart that what he had created
Would never tarnish or rust
For within each of them he had left
The Loving Master's Touch.