Candles were lit across the metal bed adorned with hard points, and on the altar. The red & black collar had been resting there on top of the contract and next to statues of Aphrodite & Persephone.
The Persephone statue had been split in two across the center in our February 2nd ritual of initiation into 3rd Degree Priest & Priestess of Eros.
Persephone: The Dark Lady of compassionate rebirth eternally in service to her Dark Lord of Death.
SHE broke during our ritual of initiation as the invoked Hades (my Lord Tim) grasped the invoked Persephone (me) by the throat and pinned her to the ground at the Western Altar. He said "I will take your life," as he brought me down. All the altars shook but only one statue fell, traveling down the stairs to break and land one part on each side of the lion handled chair of the Dead Bard, Gwydion.
Now, 3 months in to our transformative relationship journey and a little over a month from our initiation, we have completed The Contract of Slave to Master, held our ritual, signed, and I am proudly wearing The Collar as I write.
It is a contract for the next 3 months. Revisable. Renewable. An ongoing to choice for me to be of sacred service, and devotion. An ongoing choice of my beloved Master to be of honor and protection.
I have known for years that I have been seeking to surrender. I have known that something in me was longing to be healed and to come forth. I have grown tired of being the sole Priestess, Guide, Controller, of each situation and every relationship. I didn't know that the Goddess would guide me on a Dark Path to fulfill my longings.
It is at times terrifying, and shattering to be on this path. Yet my Lord brings great tenderness and kindness interwoven with that which is fearsome. Each time I tune in to my soul, it says this path and this man is right for me. We are also cross training one another. I am expanding his training as a Priest of Sacred Eros. He is training me to surrender, to come on command, to expand my edges, and ultimately to weave new tools into being the Priestess/Domme.
The Collar is our Sacred Circle. It holds all that we perceive as precious & dear, including our love, our Eros, and our devotion to one another. In THIS sacred circle my beloved is preeminent. In our Magical Circles, I am often preeminent.
Ah dear hearts. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing, according to Helen Keller. I find that I agree. My entire being is inspired by a Good Challenge. THIS is that Good Challenge. I am becoming more. . .
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