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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
1 month ago. May 13, 2024 at 6:42 PM



44 days!!!


One of the things MstrJ and I spent time discussing early in O/our relationship was the concept of micro-rituals... 

W/we both like the idea of small elements of everyday life which serve to remind U/us and ground U/us in O/our foundation of power dynamic. W/we have many micro-rituals, but one of the most important revolves around His shoes. 


Every time W/we meet the trip itself is a process, a ritual, a negotiation. The whole time W/we are apart MstrJ keeps a notebook. There are many things in the notebook (there have been 3 going on 4 notebooks now)... but one part of it is plans. He jots down ideas about O/our relationship, scenes, ideas for the dynamic, hopes, aspirations... whatever. Then, when the girl gets on a plane He gives me the premise of the trip. He gives me the expectations, the mentality, and sometimes sets up the mentality behind a scene. It's also when W/we negotiate. Before that moment I never know what the premise of that trip will be... I never know the expectations. Questions are encouraged. Negotiation for my own wants, needs, hopes, and desires is encouraged. 

The very first time I got on a plane the negotiations were SERIOUS man. W/we negotiated through every layover... some people have written out contracts, W/we do not. W/we do not use a pen to sign on the dotted line... instead W/we have shoes. I thought this was such a moment of brilliance. In the last minutes between when I got off my plane and He got off of His I read the last round of negotiations... "if you agree to this trial, and agree to this dynamic when you see Me, my shoe will be untied. Tying my shoe signifies your acceptance." So I found the place I was to wait and in the dead center next to the fountain at Orlando International Airport I sat in kneel and waited for shoes to show up in my line of sight. Eyes down, palms up... *wait* for one untied shoe. An old man who I SWEAR gave me a knowing smile asked if it was alright to occupy the bench nearest... I was alright with that. And I waited. Apparently MstrJ walked right past me at one point. I was doing discreet really well apparently (or He misjudged exactly how tiny and inconspicuous I'd be in that bustle)... eventually He found me, and I found the shoe. ... no, I did not tie it right away, actually I took His offered hand and sat to ask a few clarifying questions... and THEN I knelt back down to tie His shoe. 


Every single time that MstrJ leaves the house I am the one to put His shoes on. First the right, then the left. make sure the tongue is straight and the back is in the right place. I know how tightly to pull the laces. Then, I wait with my hands on the tops of His shoes in a moment of recognition until He offers His hand. ... When He returns from work He finds me in kneel waiting on the mat He provides by the door. I wait to untie His shoes and remove them, then I place my head on His toes and take a moment for U/us both to recenter O/ourselves in that moment. He will wiggle His toes to signal me to kneel up and take His hand and then W/we hug *tight*. 


YES that includes if W/we are out... now there is a variant of that which is far more discreet... though I'm sure it turns some heads or at least garners a scratch or two... even at His parents house, YES I tie His shoes. It's my priveledge... and it has nothing at all to do with the shoes and everything to do with U/us. 


Over the years this tradition has added some new steps... at this point every pair of shoes that MstrJ wears aside from His work boots have been purchased by myself... and likewise all of my shoes have been purchased by Him. He is with me every step of the way, and I'm with Him. 


Thank You for the gift of Your guidance. Thank You for intention. Thank You for all the ways You provide for me and allow me to be a partner to You. 

I can't wait to be home to tie Your shoes.


His slaveMikayla

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