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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. May 6, 2024 at 6:37 PM

One of the threads that has run through our relationship has been dancing. 

Lots of D types have ways of guaging potential partner's comfort levels. I've had a D type ask me to watch a video that was the most boring thing I've ever seen IN MY LIFE and give me a literal test on it. I think the point was to guage intelligence and willingness to obey? I did it, but that particular video turned into a favorite punishment of his....

I've had someone else give a questionaire... and then he annotated my answers. (I did kinda love that one)

But MstrJ wanted to dance. So one of the first things He did was get comfortable and throw on some music. A couple of days later He sent me a video that I still cherish. Covid lockdown was full swing, but he and some "buddies" were not having it put a damper on their favorite annual event. So they threw a socially distanced neighborhood block party. They came up with games and a rotation that kept folks within their "bubbles" but still allowed some fun... and then He sent me a video of Him dancing in the middle of the street. Not a care in the world. I think the thing that pulled at my heart strings was He called me by name, after having barely known me. Nothing hidden. No Ego... no games... just *Him*. 

What He didn't know was that was a move I myself consider a favorite of mine. 

 

My favorite memory of dancing comes from O/our first trip together. W/we were visiting my home town and there is a beautiful bakery on Front Street right next to the lake. W/we were sitting eating macarons and coffee on our last morning there when a lovely song came over the sound system. He decided to put out His hand right then and there and ask me to dance. <3 

Nothing fancy, just a little slow dance in a corner... but once again, it's the way He makes me feel so special when W/we are together. It's like nothing and no one else matters. No Ego... just U/us. 

So now there is a sign in O/our kitchen: "In this Kitchen W/we Dance" .... 

 

Thank You for dancing with me Master. Thank You for all of the times and ways You dance with me. 

 

~His slaveMikayla. 

^what I want for U/us

^how I hope You see me

 

^how I see You. 

 

Sweet Ginger​(sub female){} - I loved this..thanks so much for sharing 💕
6 months ago
SirsBabyDoll​(sub female){Pizza+☕} - 😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭
6 months ago

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