Race Play. Slavery.

People love saying “24/7” like it’s a tattoo—permanent, loud, no take-backs. Then they hide it under a suit for the boss, the spouse, the HOA. That’s not 24/7. That’s a weekend trip with extra lube.

I get discretion. Some people have real shit to lose—judges, politicians, high-clearance types who know one leaked photo can nuke their life. Masks and aliases at play parties? That’s survival, not shame.

The crack shows when they still want the crown. They want the community to call them “true 24/7,” but they just fly in Friday, slap a collar on someone, play till Sunday, then crawl back into their day job like nothing happened. That’s not 24/7; that’s cosplay with benefits.

Me? I don’t split myself. My house looks like a dungeon—cuffs on the coffee table, rope in the kitchen drawer. Neighbor knocks, they see bruises, gear, all of it. I paid for that openness. In the Army, I played with a Dom about to ship out. He left marks, I kept quiet. New duty station saw the bruises, demanded names. I refused, and they processed me out—labeled me “mentally impaired,” like I’d destroyed myself instead of had consensual fun.

The same Army that shoves you into gas chambers and waterboarding-style “training”—choking, puking, burning lungs—and calls it “building toughness,” can’t handle you choosing pain in your own bed. They worship sadists in uniform but treat masochists like defects. Hypocrisy in camo.

I didn’t lose friends. I lost a career. And I still don’t regret it. Hiding would’ve cost me more. I lived in a BDSM household—real 24/7, real business.  My Master (now deceased) ran a dungeon-for-hire.  Execs, teachers, “respectable” people came through, paid cash, played hard, disappeared before sunrise. No photos, no names, just release. I was there almost daily, opening doors, cleaning gear, not hiding. That’s 24/7.

That’s why I respect Travis Wilson. Long-time attorney, deep in the Leather/BDSM lifestyle, helping build Houston’s kink scene. He didn’t sit on the fence. He showed up, taught, organized, lived it out in the open as much as his world allowed. That’s walking the walk.

Meanwhile, some Doms want “Master” on my tongue while they’re still hiding behind burner emails and fake pics. They brag about being “slave owners,” but don’t even own their own freedom. My Black ancestors dealt with real slave owners—chains, whips, no hiding, no scene breaks. Those “owners” claimed what they were, out loud, in the open. These dudes? They’re just LARPing with better Wi‑Fi.

You want 24/7? Earn it. Stop pretending the mask is part of the dynamic when it’s really just fear dressed as “caution.” Real 24/7 doesn’t need secret handshakes or burner accounts. It needs you to stop lying to the mirror.

If you’re hiding because you truly have to, I understand. But if you’re hiding because it’s comfortable? You’re not living the life. You’re just renting it by the hour.

When checking myself on striving to be a loyal & faithful slave for a future Master, sometimes I visit slave monuments where the deeds of a slave’s loyalty are memorialized.  Unfortunately, while in South Carolina to honor southern slaves, I did not get chance to visit slave Burrel’s monument in Chester County.

Burrel was slave to Robert Hemphill during American Civil War.  Master Hemphill’s silverware & other valuables were hidden from Union soldiers who raided plantations.  Master placed his trust in slave Burrel, and he left the place in slave’s care as he went to war.  Sadly, the Master was killed in battle.  Union soldiers showed up to raid his place.  They confronted slave Burrel who they tortured to make him reveal where his Master’s valuables were buried.  Rather betray his Master’s trust, the slave sacrificed his life.  He never uttered a word.  Union soldiers killed slave Burrel.

What did Master Hemphill do to get this kind of loyalty & faithfulness from his slave ?  He placed his TRUST in his slave.  This meant the world to the slave.   

 

Reportedly, the world’s 1st Masochist on record was named Chevalier Leopold von Sacher-Masoch.   The word “masochism” was named after him.   He was born in Lemberg (Austrian empire), which is now Lviv, Ukraine.  So a statue in his honor of him was erected there.  

Inquiry:   Considering the war in Ukraine, I want to know if his statue is still intact in Lviv?  I’ve heard that Lviv, Ukraine got hit.  If Masoch’s statue survived, then is it now safe to go into Lviv to see it?

In hindsight, I should had visited Lviv Ukraine when I had the opportunity to see this statue before the war started.  

Evidently the word “Master” used by some in this lifestyle on the Cage, means something different than what it means to me.  When ever I use the word “Master”, it means the same to me, as it has always meant to my family and my ancestors - or to most in America who are descendants of black American slaves.  MASTER obviously means SLAVE OWNER.  Master owns property.  Slave is property.  Slave renders service to Master.  Slave is meant to be asset and a benefit to Master.  Considering how and where I was raised, I can not see it any other way.   Keep in mind that my frame of reference on this is not based on other foreign nations’ history of Slavery.  It’s based on my own heritage in America.   

 

If a Dom in these times, insist I call him “Master” when I know he does not own me as his slave, then I get confused as to what he wants from me.  The only exception to the rule is if I’m doing “Race Play” — and the man role playing as Master must to be “Slave Owner” minded to his very natural core in a real way.   Race play is sacred to me.  And I hate using the word “play”, because being slave is real. But it’s gotten to the point that I decided to only do race play with certain and the very select few who knows and appreciates slave & Master heritage from a southern perspective. This activity is not for everyone.  

I hope this clears up confusion so that Doms on the Cage know that I’m really saying “Slave 
Owner”, when I say the word “Master”. 

 

Yes, the doctors came up with medication for unmanageable masochism.  Some time ago and somehow my masochistic gears ⚙️ got shifted pretty hard.  The problems I had was playing too often and too hard in between sessions, constantly needing a “fix”, and the needs were becoming troublesome that it disrupted sleep patterns.  Primal instincts made me feel almost un-human like.  It began to consume me.  Now I got bruises on knee.  The need caused problem in possible future relations that affect my physical ability to be faithful.  And I’ve been accused of capable of being a cheater.  So I decided to tone it down to be more normal.  My masochism got so bad that I actually ordered a scourge for self flagellate.  And I do not like inflicting on myself, no more than getting my own tree switch for my grandmother to whip my ass with.  

So the Dr gives me these pills to tone down my masochism.  Problem with this medication is that it restricts or lessen my masochistic urges in a weird uncomfortable way.  I can’t move forward, backward, left or right in my mind — I get stuck in a frozen state.  I still get urges, but the pills makes it hard for me to act on it.  It’s like my body is under forcible arrest.  And I can not play anybody in that kind of condition.  I ain’t liking this at all!!!!!  I’m going to stop this medication TODAY!  

Just beware if you get this prescribed to manage your masochism.   It don’t feel good. 

NOTICE:  Content is controversial to woke folks.  If discussion about slavery offends you, then please STEP AWAY.

 

Master and slave exists and so does the institution of slavery —- which I do support and perpetuate the protection thereof.  Otherwise I would not be slave to a Master as a permanent life style.  Emancipation Proclamation be damed on the worthless paper it was written on, as the institution of slavery is still alive and well.  However, there’s a pesky issue of Ownership rights being interfered with.  

 I do not recall any Master of mine being a fan of Abe Lincoln; and most certainly neither were Masters of my black enslaved ancestors — who hated Abe.   Every Master of my ancestors owned them with every intent of keeping them for LIFE, with few exceptions.  And majority of my ancestors wanted to remain with their Masters.  This includes the Masters who kept some of my female ancestors as slaves, even after 1865.   And they refused to leave their lover Masters even after the law was passed.  They clung to their Masters until the last breath! 

I do not confuse indentured servitude with slavery.   Meaning that servitude under the promise to someday be free, is not slavery.  Indentured servants are not property.  Slave is PROPERTY.  It would be a living contradiction for me to submit myself to be slave for life (which I did), but still celebrate abolishment of slavery act, or Juneteenth.  If I am going to be slave ( which I am), then that’s what I shall be — devoted & asset to my Master, and not just be sub who pretends to be a play-like slave.  Slavery is my heritage & legacy. 

Btw, Abe did not free any slaves.  And I’m not a fan of John Brown or his sidekick Harriet Tubman, who threatened to kill black slaves who refused to leave their Masters.  And for damn sure, I do not celebrate traitorous Nat Turner who would had murdered my dear Master. 

BDSM lifestyle - specifically Sadomasochism can cost one their career, livelihood and cause family & societal isolation.  It’s the most misunderstood in the BDSM lifestyle.  That’s what happened to me many yrs ago before I knew what BDSM was, much less Masochism.  In the US Army, Sadomasochism was a certifiable mental illness and they can discharged a soldier for it.  One night another soldier (then boyfriend) & I played real hard before he shipped out overseas the next day.  The marks on my back he gifted so I would remember him.  When I got called in for a physical, I immediately knew I couldn’t pass it because the marks on my back were visibly fresh.  But I refused to rat “him” out in exchange for saving my career.  I fell on the sword.

Yrs later, in civilian life, I still thought I was a freak of nature until a real experienced Sadist - an almost 80 yr old Methodist pastor figured out what I was.  He “took me” hard & fast on my birthday.  And that was the beginning of me being transformed into a new creature.  For 6 months, my masochism grew with his Sadism. I became hopelessly ADDICTED to pain and he was the only one on earth I could get a “fix” from. One night we got caught by trustee while I was in restraints on church altar, being flogged.  I bled!  Days later UMC prepared a jury trial to convict him.  I begged the reverend to let me fall on the sword for him.  I wanted to lie for him.  He said NO.  He told me that he will take the fall.  The Result —> He was defrocked by UMC, lost his political standing, disrupted marriage, lost retirement, and lost social standing.  He fell on the Sword !

Marquis De Sade, the father of Sadomasochism, too fell on the sword -  but he was willing to DIE for his beliefs as a SADIST.  He refused to hide what he was.  He had no remorse for what he was.  Sade went to prison and died in an insane asylum for being Sadist.  Secretly every yr on Dec 2nd, I toast to Sadomasochism lifestyle — as so many have fell on the sword for it. 

Recently I participated in private dark play party, put on by a White Master who has 1 live-in White slave.  10 vetted people were there.  He plays with me, as we were the only ones playing.  Everybody else were gathered to bear witness of a “Race Play”.   When the scene got intense he announces that he’s about to drop “THE WORD”, and that if anyone present with sensitive ears then they best leave.  Everyone in the dungeon stayed.   While I was kneeling he pulls my head back & shouts real loud  “You gone be my ni****”.   He told me to verbally & loudly acknowledge with that word.  I complied.

Then all of sudden out the clear blue, his White sub (slave) kneels beside me and says “Master, I be your ni**** too”.

Master momentarily paused playing, and everybody gasps at her strange remark.  Her Master walks to her and says “No No No, you ain’t my ni****.  Ain’t but but 1 ni**** in this dungeon and it ain’t you”.

I just can’t unhear what that sub said.   She did this right when I was entering subspace.  After the play party she explained that she was trying to make me feel comfortable so I didn’t bear the humiliation alone.   But 2 weeks earlier, she was the same sub whose Master made her top me - and she did not pity me back then.   She was hitting me harder than her Master did.  And now suddenly she wants to help me by being the extra ni**** to a White Master ????

I don’t need any help in being the ni**** in a race play?   I don’t want to be Emancipated from this slavery.  And I don’t want to be saved.  In all my yrs in this lifestyle, this was the 1st time anyone interrupted a scene I was participating in.

“THE PLANTATION: THE MASTER'S WRATH ON A LITTLE SLAVE GIRL”, would make great night time short story for a slave to read to her Master.  Very arousing and stimulating.   No doubt Master would love this.  

I got this from Amazon and decided to read it to myself 1st.  And I was consumed and sexually aroused by it.  Moral of the story —> Do NOT provoke Master.  You will not win.  Master will always have his way.  I love it! 

link to book —> THE PLANTATION: THE MASTER'S WRATH ON A LITTLE SLAVE GIRL