Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
A sort of "Dying Will?"Perhaps we sign a document
Instead of "Life Support?"
A sort of "Dying Will?"Perhaps we sign a document
Perhaps their is a society like the RSPCA except it’s the RSPECS - Royal Society for the Prevention of Excessive Cruelty to Slaves?
Are slaves permitted to dream of a path to crucifixion? Perhaps when we are too old and our cost risks being a burden to Master we might be permitted crucifixion as a final homage to our enslavement? Perhaps we sign a document and undergo truth testing (under torture - for this is the best way to extract truth from slaves) to prove we understand the finality and our desire to complete our devotion to Master in our final sacrifice?
Oh this story truly fires my imagination and kink, thank you- again!
A direct comparison to how we would treat animals today really does bring the story into perspective. For instance, would/could there also be a "Slave's Trust" (as opposed to Dog's Trust) where unwanted or confiscated, mistreated slaves could be housed until a new Master claims them? Who would be the governing body? Or would/could a slave's life become hell on earth with no right to any proper protection at all ... very interesting for sure ...That line certainly puts things in proper perspective
If we can submit to fully owned slavery, without a safe word or a term of contract, will not some of us also be permitted to explore the deeply depraved darkness of our kink? Is it cruelty if I have committed to complete slavery under brutal torture? Is it possible to consent to brutal torture and be held accountable even as I scream and beg for mercy? Part of me deeply hopes so!A direct comparison to how we would treat animals today really does bring the story into perspective. For instance, would/could there also be a "Slave's Trust" (as opposed to Dog's Trust) where unwanted or confiscated, mistreated slaves could be housed until a new Master claims them? Who would be the governing body? Or would/could a slave's life become hell on earth with no right to any proper protection at all ... very interesting for sure ...
Actually, that already exists, operated by the chapters of the cMs Community and funded by a portion of slave sales and contributions of caring members. No slave will ever be neglected (at least until the end of the thirty-year term - more on that later)A direct comparison to how we would treat animals today really does bring the story into perspective. For instance, would/could there also be a "Slave's Trust" (as opposed to Dog's Trust) where unwanted or confiscated, mistreated slaves could be housed until a new Master claims them? Who would be the governing body? Or would/could a slave's life become hell on earth with no right to any proper protection at all ... very interesting for sure ...
Who would be the governing body?
Here in the States, I believe such organizations are commonly known as “humane societies”. I’m not sure they have any statuary authority though. They function as animal shelters for the mistreated or abandoned.Actually, that already exists, operated by the chapters of the cMs Community and funded by a portion of slave sales and contributions of caring members. No slave will ever be neglected (at least until the end of the thirty-year term - more on that later)
In the UK, the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals has some powers, so there is a precedent:Here in the States, I believe such organizations are commonly known as “humane societies”. I’m not sure they have any statuary authority though. They function as animal shelters for the mistreated or abandoned.
The role of the monastic rules and offices comes principally from my co-author, @Eulalia. She will have to explain why it fascinates her so much.
If we can submit to fully owned slavery, without a safe word or a term of contract, will not some of us also be permitted to explore the deeply depraved darkness of our kink? Is it cruelty if I have committed to complete slavery under brutal torture? Is it possible to consent to brutal torture and be held accountable even as I scream and beg for mercy? Part of me deeply hopes so!
She uses 'I' a lot. Does this girl really have that kind of status. At what point does she have to earn reference to herself as a subjective person?Chapter Two - The Seasoned Slave
In the ongoing life of a slave, Vigilia is when she is the most on her own. She rises early, cleans herself, exercises, meditates, does all her personal chores, and prepares for her Master. The rest of the day, there will be only fleeting moments when she can attend to herself.
10. My Rising
My life as a voluntary slavegirl is ruled by the hours – hours in the old, Roman sense, equal subdivisions of the night and the day, varying in actual length according to the season. The hours of the night – 'vigils' – where I am they are long in winter, short in summer. It will seem strange to most outwith our special reserve, our world within yet not in the world, to believe that I love those night hours, the quietest, most meditative, though physically and mentally demanding, part of my daily routine.
I wake well before dawn, as early as 3.00 a.m. in summer, 5.00 even in the depth of winter, quickly get up from my sleeping bag, toilet, wash, take a quick drop of water – all 'we're allowed – and wrap my nakedness in the big towel that's my one 'luxury,' but a necessity too.
Fortunately, my Master's house is not far from the cMs community slave hall, a gaunt, functional building block in a dark corner of the town. Despite its lack of ornamentation, in a sense, it's the power-house of our slave-lives. It is here that novice slavegirls spend much of their season of increasingly harsh and rigorous preparation. It is during this time that they make the final decision if it's the life they were truly born to live. When she does, as most do, given the difficult process to even get here, she submits irrevocably – as this girl did, years ago. Yet those years seem to have passed so quickly now, and never with any regrets.
And for each night's vigil, I return to this place to prepare myself in body and mind for my day. I make my way swiftly through the dark streets and alleyways, keeping – as a slavegirl must, even when there's no Free person about – to the gutter between the roadway and the raised sidewalk. It can often be running with foul water in winter, even icy, but my legs are well used to that. Other girls are arriving as I reach the door, each wrapped like me in her towel. We keep our eyes lowered, again as we know we must, maybe a glance, a nod, a shy smile, but not a word may we pass between us.
That might be a matter for discipline later when she reports to her Master.She uses 'I' a lot. Does this girl really have that kind of status. At what point does she have to earn reference to herself as a subjective person?
Even when no one is around? No exceptions? That’s discipline!I make my way swiftly through the dark streets and alleyways, keeping – as a slavegirl must, even when there's no Free person about – to the gutter between the roadway and the raised sidewalk. It can often be running with foul water in winter, even icy, but my legs are well used to that.
You'd better! She wrote that. No way I could get that much into the mind of a slave, much less that of a girl!I'm sensing Eul's hand here.
Yep. That was quite obviousShe wrote that
A good point, this slave kneels naked to apologise.Does this girl really have that kind of status. At what point does she have to earn reference to herself as a subjective person?
The readers see here why I enjoy co-writing with @EulaliaA good point, this slave kneels naked to apologise.
This slave does love good protocol! Never uses personal pronouns in conversation with it’s OWNER… one does get used to the flow, and doesn’t sound so clunky after practice. Writing in such a way consistently remains challenging…A good point, this slave kneels naked to apologise.
In truth, we decided using phrases such as 'this slave' in passages where the creature is describing her own experiences, thoughts and feelings would make for a rather clunky narrative.
But if/ when she addresses her Master, or any Free person - or even any male (naturally even the lowest male slave is superior to any female one) - she will certainly not use any first-personal pronoun, or any words that imply she still possesses any part of her former self - body, soul, mind or will - except where appropriate 'her' followed by 'Master' (though of course she is 'His' possession)
And even in writing of her own inner life, she must only use the lower case 'i'.
A slavegirl does not make excuses, she simply confesses her thoughts and secret sins,
and accepts whatever punishment is due ...
The sights those walls must have seen by now! The tales they could tell! The image of reflections passing away into infinity recalls the countless generations of slave girls who have gone before - naked slave girls, terrible punishments, joyful submission! All pulsing to the ordered hours of the unending succession of days and weeks and months and years! The beautiful oxymoron of soft flesh submitting to the hard stones, the hard whips, and the hard rules.We're blinking in bright lights. It's a hall of mirrors. We can see ourselves vanishing away into infinity on every side as we begin our regular exercises.
Sounds perfect - this slave’s soft flesh is made to contrast hard stones and whips while it’s submissive nature leads naturally to obedience to hard rules with no control and complete surrenderThe beautiful oxymoron of soft flesh submitting to the hard stones, the hard whips, and the hard rules.