The Master's Touch
The old dom lay upon his deathbed, his body worn and grey.
His sons, his students, and submissives gathered about him, though long had they dreaded to see this day.
He knew that his long journey was almost done and that now then it would end
He looked into the eyes of those he loved and knew of no better way this time to spend.
"My sons...my students", he said to them, "My time is growing short".
"I ask for no tears upon my grave...I never was that sort."
"I need have no memorial, save what I have given unto you."
"let not the lesson that I have taught you vanish like unto the mornings 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 or 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 bittersweet 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 front of his stool.
For with that title, there comes a trust, that no 'nilla can understand.
To take her mind, her heart, and soul and mold it with the Master's hand.
To protect her against all the world, be she right or wrong.
To love her enough to discipline her into the cold and lonely night regardless of the cost.
To bring forth from her the beauty that in truth was always there had any the eyes with 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 through his heart and knew the time had come.
It was time to leave this mortal Earth, his time allotted, run.
And as the darkness closed in around him, for but a moment he bid it stay.
And gasped a last quick message unto his sons, his students and his mate.
In leather have I lived my life, and in leather do I die.
The leather that bonds us each unto the other....a bond as true as the summer sky.
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 I once did for you.
Be their shelter against the storm that would destroy them without care or thought.
And from where ever I am, be it heaven or hell, I will be proud of the fruit that my teachings have brought.
With a tug upon his arm, he could say no more, and Death did claim him that day as it's own.
And he cast off the old and weary flesh and looked back upon what his words had sown.
And he saw them standing there, tall and proud, or kneeling without shame.
Both Dom and sub, each in their place, and both proud to bear the name.
He looked into the dark-clad angel's 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 that I can do here, I see nothing left I have left undone.
The journey now is over, the battle fought, the final race is run.
And as he left this lowly Earth, he looked back one last time.
And bid a silent and soft farewell to those he left behind.
And as he turned and left them there, he knew with all his heart.
That what he had created would never tarnish.....and never rust.
For within each of them he had left
"The Loving Master's Touch."
On a personal note......
If this is not every dominants cry I don't know why you want this lifestyle.
Please.....cherish your time here. Seize it. Grasp with both hands what you have before you and own that which is yours.