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Once you are made REAL

I, like the velveteen rabbit, have been made REAL. I have gone through the process of seeing my own truest self and nature. I know WHO I am, and that can never be taken from me.
I am a slave hearted submissive with a heart the size of the ocean and an emotional capacity wider than the sky.
I am a woman of Faith, though a believer of the truth and validity many religions.
I am a singer, a trained chef, and an amateur artist of no remarkable talent ^__^.
I am above all else; myself, the velveteen slave.
The Man who "made me Real" has moved on from the chapter of my life, however I will always remain with the deep and abiding understanding of who I am; for "once you are made real you can never be made unreal again."

This blog is a catalogue of my journey. It includes the lessons that I've learned while walking down my path. It serves to help me remember those lessons that I might retain them. It is my hope that it can provide insight to others as well, perhaps spark an understanding or a feeling of camaraderie.

~The Velveteen slave; Faith; His Mikayla{MstrJ}

*The girl accepted MstrJ's collar on 2/10/22 and her new name; Mikayla <3
6 months ago. Wednesday, July 9, 2025 at 7:46 PM

This lifestyle can be all about the kinky fuckery, but 90% of the time it's about the pills, bills, and everything in between. 

Life has come up swinging at Uus this season... and Wwe are still standing. A few days before I got on a plane I had to have one of those very real pills bills and everything in between conversations... I have a looonnnggggg family history of breast cancer. He has been aware of this from minute 1. We have long planned to have a reduction and reconstruction as a safety precaution. This was recommended for me 10 years ago and denied by my ex husband. 

A few days before I got on a plane I was checking and just went "oh.... so THAT's what that feels like." I have dense tissue and fibrous tissue so I've always wondered if I was just "missing it"... no. No  I was not. No, now I know exactly that there is no mistaking it. So I cried for a day and then brought it to Him and asked if I should stay where I was and seek treatment or if I should get on a plane. His answer was: "come home. I've got you." 

I put it in a box for two weeks to finish the year and get home... we had a huge family event to do as soon as I landed. On the way home from the family event I let the jack in the box out and I fell apart. Wwe made an appointment for tomorrow at 9:00 am. 

 

I do not think this is a bullet I'm going to dodge. I do not know what it means. I do not know where anything stands. The only thing I know is that He's got me and I've never been more grateful for that in my life. 

 

Last week He was running a 5K beside me, jogging when I could, walking when I needed. Always behind me on the obstacles, his cousin who I pick as my family in front of me, the two of them supporting me all the way... this week is a very different race, but He is beside me all the same. 

 

Prayers are appreciated. I'll check in when I'm capable of it. My mom had breast cancer 3x before it metastasized to her thyroid. She had her first lumpectomy at 16... her first BC diagnosis was 35. Every maternal aunt and female cousin.... so I really don't think this is a bullet I'm going to dodge. He needs every bit as much support as I do, and He is due every freaking respect for standing up and standing beside me. 

 

Thank You for being the man You are. Today I don't have words further than "Thank You." 

 

 

 

His slaveMikayla

 

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