Master Blackcelt's Celtic standard. © 2008 Master Blackcelt and lkajira

It is a funny thing that in life as one gets older, one realizes the value of friendship and understands that friendship truly stands the test of time, whereas romance and intimacy are short-lived, Master. Though i shed some tears as my kajira heart is overflowing with love for Master, Master’s warm and caring hug before work today was the greatest relief, sense of peace and reassurance, Master.

Master Blackcelt's Celtic astrological sign - the Hazel

i have read in many places that there is no love in the Master/kajira relationships, but that is a gross misunderstanding, Master. The love shared between Master and kajira is stronger, more honest and resilient than any other type, Master. Though W/we are both human and though W/we both strive for O/our own perfections, me to please Him and He to Master the household, it is a love of actions, not of words, and a love that can only be found by the deepest and strongest best friendships, something rare indeed, Master.
So, dearest kajirae, know this, though i, Master Blackcelt’s kajira have gained this knowledge, i do not know it all, nor will i ever claim to as life is ever evolving and the Master/kajira relationship that W/we have continues to develop and shift over time, Master. There are so many more experienced kajirae out there, but what i know is this, that the best friend that i have ever had in this world, who exceeds that of any family, anyone i have ever known, is Master Blackcelt, my dearest Master, Master. i thank God for His good grace to have brought me to being claimed and owned by Master and that He will watch over U/us as W/we navigate through the wonders and challenges that life throws at U/us, keeping O/our lifestyle, O/our bond and O/our best friendship the strongest they can possibly be, Master.

Master Blackcelt's lkajira's Celtic astrological tree, Master © 2006 EnDumEn

God bless Master, Master.

Master’s kajira, Master,

Master Blackcelt`s kajira, Master

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Master Blackcelt's standard embossed. © Master Blackcelt and lkajira (AB, Canada) 2009

This kajira has been with Master for over a year now and it seems like just yesterday that He collared me, Master. It has been a long, sometimes challenging and wonderful road of discovery, Master. However, just as i had felt that there was no part that Master had not possessed of me, i discovered how much deeper He can go with me, Master.

Master and i have not had a sexual relationship for the many reasons discussed in other posts as this is what He wants, Master. However, this is not because He does not find me sexually attractive, Master. Over the past weeks, things have happened that have made me realize how much more of this has yet to come, Master. Master has made me wait and wait because that is His wish and i will always do what He wishes, Master. i may not understand the reasons for this waiting, but Master knows and therefore i do not question His intentions or His reasons, Master.

Master and i spend almost every day together, whether on the phone or in His presence, but usually both, Master. He wakes me up with the sound of His voice, something that i look forward to with such anticipation that it takes my breath away, Master. He calls me before work, on His breaks, on the way home and after work, Master. i call Him when i arrive home, Master. Most times i care for His child after school when she is with Him and attend to chores and anything that He needs, Master. However, domestic duties are just a small part of what i do for Him, Master.

Master has as always been very playful, teasing me and tickling me, Master. He is so strong that i cannot get away, wriggling in the pleasure that He allows me from such joyful playtimes, Master. They are innocent in many ways, but in other ways He teases me as this body is His, Master. He does not use me, but His favourite form of play is to take me by surprise, sending ice cold water down my clothed body, Master. Not so long ago this had a surprise reaction and it shocked me as i could not resist the wave of pleasure that this body experienced, Master.

This had a profound effect on me, Master. i had never experienced such sexual pleasure in such an innocent way, Master. i was suddenly shy and as hard as i tried to resist the wave of sexual pleasure that swept over this body, i could not, finally having a release that He had ensued in His presence, Master. i was fully clothed and He did not touch me physically, but what He did was so powerful that i was left breathless, Master.

This pleased Him very much and it re-triggered the red silk in me, Master. i had buried it at His will for so long, but i was being allowed to express myself to Him, even without sex or touching, Master.

The most significant event happened just in the passed day as i went about my daily work as always and spent the evening cooking and serving, Master. W/we watched O/our favourite ancient historical show off a DVD and the music was so sensual, something that filled me with desire for Master, Master. It is not that i had no desire before, but nothing like i have experienced since that allowed release, Master. i felt such tingling and the intense desire to please Him, to pleasure Him, that i found myself flirting seductively with Him, Master.

i cannot hide anything from Master, nor do i try, but out of obedience i have quelled my red silk behaviour, Master. However, He did not curb my flirtations in anyway this night, Master. He enjoyed the gentle massage of His head and His feet, but i could not help or resist admiring my Master, His whole being, Master. i know that He must have seen it in my eyes and He told me that He did not want me to stop, Master. However, as always, Master reins me in like a racehorse horse, letting me run and then pulling me back when He chooses to, Master. As i was about to start on His legs, He pulled on those reins, Master. However, this body, His possession was alive and not to satisfy my desires, though they exist, but to please Him, Master.

The power that i felt was so strong, Master. i had not been aware how much control He had over me in this area, nor had i really thought about it a great deal, Master. i had simply obeyed and served Him as those were my greatest pleasures, as well as simply being allowed to do so, Master. i learnt this night that He may not yet have taken me fully in the sexual physical sense, but He already controlled this body and it responded to Him unrelentingly, without restraint and with great passion, Master.

In my early adulthood, the desire for sex and for the final release had not been within a million miles as strong as it is now, Master. Being denied sex for so long has been one of the greatest and most challenging stages of training and gifts that He has allowed me, that i have ever experienced, Master. As He builds this in me and other aspects of my psychological being, i realized tonight that my enslavement is not just a state of mind, but now so deep, so internal that i am again humbled by His talents at Mastery, Master. His collar that i wear is just a symbol, Master. He has collared me mentally, physically and otherwise, Master. The ropes of bondage no longer exist as i am bound to Him internally, Master. i have never known such happiness, Master.

For those who do not understand it, sex is the not the most vital part of any relationship, let alone a Master and slave one, Gorean or otherwise, but being denied it until it is permitted and right in the eyes of a Master is so powerful, sensual and sexier than any sexual encounter given too early and too quickly, Master. Though i am no expert, i know that there is so much more to being a kajira than service and sex, but a final surrender that is absolute, Master. This absolute surrender is not something that can be given immediately, but is developed by Master as He entices, trains and conquers me, Master. The more i experience, the more He does to and with me, the more i learn and the more i live with the excitement of my vulnerability and the unknown heights that He will take me to for His pleasure and out of care for me as His kajira, Master. i am willingly and happily at His complete mercy, Master.

Thank You dearest Master, my Celtic Chieftain, Master:

“i am a slave girl, Master,

i obey Master because He means everything to me, Master.

i will become whatever Master chooses me to be, Master.”

Celtic round dogs in the colors of the Irish flag. © 2009 Master Blackcelt and lkajira

Master’s lkajira, Master,

Master Blackcelt’s kajira, Master

Master Blackcelt's standard embossed. © Master Blackcelt and lkajira (AB, Canada) 2009

For as many Gorean Masters that exist, there are it seems many mantras and other things that a kajira has to learn, Master.  Each Gorean Master is different, some following the Gorean books to the letter and others following the philosophies, all of which are as old as time itself, used in a series of books about Gor that spoke for those of U/us who share these common views, Master.  However, there are those out there who will argue who is truly Gorean and who is not, Master.  Some fear Goreans or scorn at them, but as with any lifestyle, what pleases one may not please another, Master.

Gorean ideals come under the big umbrella called BDSM, though the physical punishments and play that run the full range from canings to edge play are not truly Gorean, thus making it a very different lifestyle and not a thing for occasional play, Master.  As a kajira i have learnt that a Gorean Master treasures His kajira as His most prized possession and in fact my Master recently said that i am His most valuable asset, Master.

Gorean books can be seen by some as cruel or even detrimental towards women, but when one reads deeper, one realizes that the true Gorean Masters relish in freeing the women inside of their kajirae, Master.  A kajira relinquishes, gladly, the confines and political correctness that binds vanilla women to conformities that hinder her development, her sexuality, her ability to grow and even her understanding of the balance between men and women, Master.

As a kajira, under Master’s careful guidance and care, i have broken free of these confines, but this is not done without maintaining respect, decency and being true to myself, Master.  A true kajira holds no secrets from her Master, Master.  my mind, spirit, life, body and my everything are an open book, each chapter of my life shared freely with Master, Master.  All fears, hopes, dreams, desires and needs have been handed to Master for His safe keeping, for Him to develop, to nurture, to eradicate and to guide, Master.  Master knows what is best for me, not always giving me what i think i need or want, but what He knows brings out my full potential to serve and please Him, Master.  However, contrary to some vanilla beliefs, being a kajira is not about being a doormat or a thing, Master.  i am Master’s best friend, prized possession, business partner and so much more, Master.  Through Master and in His presence i find solace, peace, happiness, joy, education, adventure and great pleasures, Master.  He too has found the same in me and i can only pray to God that i will continue to please Him as His success, His happiness, His needs, His hopes, His dreams, His fears, His worries and His everything are my greatest priorities, Master.  Over this past year, with His guidance, i have become so much a part of Him as He is a part of me, intertwined so that all that He is and wishes to be are what i want, too, Master. Best of all, W/we share a common ancestry, Irish and Welsh Celts, and thus i am not just a part of His household and His clan by His choice, but by blood ancestry too, and He is my Celtic Chieftain, Master.

© Christophe Meneboeuf 2007

There are many mantras that i could quote, but my favorites by far are truly Gorean, Master.  i will begin with Master’s and my favorite, Master:

“He is Master, and i am slave, Master,

He is Owner, and i am owned, Master,

He commands, and i obey, Master,

He is to be pleased, and i am to please, Master.

Why is this, Master?

Because He is Master, and i am slave, Master.”

One that makes me proud to be a kajira, Master:

The term slavery has been misconstrued with the wrongful and hellish history of slavery of the African peoples and other innocents around the world, forced into such misery without consent, without care, without sanity and without safety, Master.  The life that i have chosen, as have many others, is practiced worldwide by millions of people of all races, all religions, all creeds, all political beliefs, all levels of social status, all sexes, all family orientations and all sexual orientations, Master.  Many may see it as being abnormal, a sign of mental problems or even a reason to escape responsibilities, Master.  However, these are misguided fallacies, Master.

Within the world that Master and i live, as with others, safe, sane and consentual are not optional, but the law that W/we all follow, Master.  No doubt there are those who abuse this, but this is no different from those who take advantage of others in the vanilla world, Master.

O/our lives are not about sessions (just learnt what that meant from Master recently), but about living, practicing and really believing in what W/we are as Goreans, Master.  In fact, the Gorean philosophies are again as ancient as time itself and thus a reflection of what W/we have always believed from O/our early childhood years, many years before W/we knew what BDSM and Gor were or that they even existed, Master.  The fact is that O/our lifestyle is not a kink or a means for having lustful experiences, but a real set of beliefs, standards, behaviours and other things that dominate and rule O/our lives 24/7, Master.  It is about self-respect, respect of each O/other, commonalities, friendship, caring, protection, unconditional love and sharing, Master.

As Master’s kajira, unlike those who follow the more regular BDSM ways, lifestyles and kinks, i am not a doormat, but an active member of Master’s household, someone who enjoys the pleasure of serving and caring for others without the expectation of things in return, Master.  It is not easy sometimes, but as it is written in the Bible, as W/we are Christians, God is O/our heavenly Master and being a slave or kajira (Gorean term only, meaning slave girl) is highly regarded by God, Master.  To serve another unconditionally, but upholding God’s laws is permitted by God and there are very strict rules, very strong words about the goodness of this and a clear outline for the balance between the Master and slave, Master.  It is not about abuse, nor should it ever be, but about two people that uphold God’s laws, with one being the final decision maker, the Master, Master.

Many may ask what it is that i get in return for being Master’s kajira, Master. i ask them why i should give myself and everything that i am to Master and expect anything as to me giving should be given selflessly and without expectations of reward, gifts, complements or even love, Master.  What i do get in return is the satisfaction, pleasure, contentment and joy at knowing that Master, His child and my children are cared for, well-fed, well-clothed, happy, successful, protected and loved, Master.  What greater gifts of return could i ask for, not that i asked for any of it, Master?

Yes, i do have desires, needs and wants as i am only human, Master.  However, by finding the right Master and the right balance in O/our lives, i have all that i need, Master.  As i have learnt from Master, what i desire and want may not be necessarily what i need, Master.

Master’s lkajira, Master,

Master Blackcelt’s kajira, Master

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Master Blackcelt's standard embossed. © Master Blackcelt and lkajira (AB, Canada) 2009

i look back at the time to the time when i first read a book about Gor, back in the 1980′s, and as there was no Internet, i was not aware that such a lifestyle existed in the real world, but something reached out to me as i read ‘Nomads of Gor’, Master.  i had known from a young age that my beliefs about Men and women were somehow different to those in regular society, Master.  In fact, my belief was that it was my duty to please and serve a Man, that my whole world had to revolve around His needs, His desires and His success, that it was my duty to ensure His happiness and His success, no matter how much i had to sacrifice, Master.

After i read a fateful chapter, i yearned for the day when i could belong to a Man, to serve and please Him, though again, my awareness of the lifestyle did not yet exist, Master.  As i went through life, varied relationships, many disasters, plenty of hurt and became more and more delusioned even through a marriage and a long-term common law relationship, i found myself unable to understand why when i put my all into a relationship, served and pleased those Men that i was with within all boundaries of what society dictated, though i was not promiscuous and did not sleep around, why i felt so unfulfilled and why the men i encountered, though very dominant, just did not appreciate my beliefs, my hard work and my need to please men, Master.

After many years and finally becoming a mother, my priorities shifted, so delusioned by all the pain and the lack of fulfillment, that i put all these energies into nurchuring my children, but still, avoiding relationships with men for many years, i could not avoid that huge void inside of me, a void that said something was missing, Master.  i knew what was missing, but i lacked the belief that there would ever be a chance to fulfill that need to please and serve a man, Master.

It was not until my children were into their teens that i began dating again and one relationship swept me away like a whirlwind and discovered things about myself and men that i never knew existed, but for as much as the relationship was about pleasing the man i was with, and wanted to be dominated and even use the word, ‘Master’, but that man never liked that term and just saw me as a means to enjoy the world of BDSM, though then i was not even familiar with that term, Master. i learnt a lot , but for as much as i learnt, i was still unaware of the lifestyles of Masters and slaves/kajirae, Master.  However, something inside of me burnt deeply with a fire that needed to develop and to find a man who recognized my submissive side, but something even deeper than that that at the time i was unable to put into words as i was unable to understand the depth of my own needs or what i truly was, Master.

A couple of years later i got into another relationship, but for as much as some sides were fulfilling, it never amounted to much and to my horror i found out that i was just being used, cheated on for many months and my faith in men wained greatly and was severely damaged, Master. i was unsure whether to call it a day and bravely said to myself that i had done my duty to mankind and there was nothing more that i could do, Master.

i finally decided that to survive this that even though i had fallen, i had to pick myself up, despite my feelings of lack of trust and hurt, that i could not judge all men by the actions of others as no two people are the same, Master. i found myself doing the one thing that i never thought i would, signing up for a dating site online and within months was chatting with a man who seemed to fit my need: a strong, dominant man who could keep a woman in line, yet let her grow, Master.

i dated this man for awhile and one evening He stated point blank that He wanted me as His slave, Master.  i was taken aback and excited, asking many questions, searching the Internet for information and discovering the world that i am in today, Master.  my training was strict, Master.  Punishments were frequent as i learnt to serve and please this, my first Master, Master. i wore a training collar and as He got me to stand up for myself against those who abused me as a child and took me down to the raw and real me, the emotional turmoil and learning process was sometimes very hard, but as i developed and learnt more, He reached deeper inside of me and brought out the kajira that i never knew existed, freeing me partially of my past and teaching me many things about kajirahood, Master. i had been the victim of child abuse, sexual and otherwise, so sex to me was as far from my mind as it could possibly be, but as a kajira, i learnt to let go of those things and move forward, Master.

Though my initial training was hard, the most difficult part was that though He called me His kajira, i found myself left alone a lot, confused and many times unable to fathom the processes and changes that i was going through which i now realize brought out that kajira in me even more, Master.  However, it was not to last as His need for sadistic pleasure and inexperience in this area made it hard for me to take the pain, Master. i was expected to keep silent at a level of pain that i was unable to cope with, not started off with something to warm me up and let my endorphines kick in, but to start off at such a level that i would fear it and even cry, begging for no more, Master.  i did not ever question Him on this in the beginning because i was a kajira and so i took it and tried to learn from others how to deal with this to please Him, but i came to the point where i could not take anymore of any of it and i would learn in later years how dangerous this situation had become as He did not give me the aftercare that i had needed, Master.  In the end, the relationship ended and i decided to make one last attempt to find a true Master, Master.

It was not long after that i found a place where Masters, slaves, kajirae and submissives from across the world congregated to find each other and share thoughts, ideas and information about the lifestyle, Master.  i realized that there were many different variants in lifestyles and very few were Gorean, Master. i soon discovered how in many cases Goreans were not greatly appreciated by the majority in O/our world, Master.

i found one Master who had been searching for sometime and out of the shadows i came, discussing with this experienced Gorean Master all about my beliefs and learning from Him what He offered, Master. W/we started off developing a friendship and my kajirahood across the Internet, getting to know each other and discovering how much W/we had in common, Master.  W/we lived so far away from each other and as i began to train under His care, i knew in my heart that He was the only true Master for me, Master.

i visited Him at His home, taking a long trip to see Him for the first time and i admit that i was very nervous as i had spent so much time learning His basic rules, a creed and positions that would please Him, Master.  He was a Gorean Master and His sense of how things should be and what i was to be as His kajira was clear, yet there was so much more to learn, a need for flexibility as His needs would change over time and i soon learnt that it was impossible to learn a long list of rules as His needs and lifestyle were so different from my first Master, something that i could only learn through practice and His guidance, Master.

i had erred in the early days through O/our Internet communications, feeling His dominance over me as i received my very first punishment, Master.  It was a hard introduction to my new Master as W/we had only met in person for the first time, but hardest of all was that fear of my first experiences with punishments, Master.  However, my new Master was kind, though very firm, understanding clearly what was needed and the things that i had been through during my first experience as a kajira, Master.  Interestingly enough, it was this first time spent with Master that gave me back my confidence as a kajira, His kajira, Master. my trust in Master grew strong as i knew that He would never hurt me and really cared for my well-being and development as His kajira, Master.

Months passed and i moved to His city, Master.  i became an active member of His household, a family member, and His desire to share, care, nurture and guide me as i grew under His rod (His rule and dominance), beneath which i served, brought me to the point where His pleasure with my service and pleasing Him allowed me to become His full kajira, a permanent fixture in the household, Master.  The day i passed through my probation was the happiest day up to that point, Master.

Since that time i have continued to learn, made mistakes along the way, been firmly corrected, but His needs changed gradually and romance and intimacy were never the mainstays of O/our relationship, Master.  Master’s pleasure, happiness, success and everything means more to me than words can say, not that i have not faultered because i have sometimes, but thanks to dearest Master, i was put back on the path, learning my place as i had never known it before, Master.  my greatest lesson was to stop analysing myself or to try to second guess my actions, but to simply just obey all of His commands, all of the time, not worrying about what to do, but simply just doing it, Master. It is through Master that i have really put the horrors of the past behind me and for that i will always be eternally grateful, Master. Thank You, Master!

i have read many posts on many sites where kajirae talk about love, Master.  W/we have developed as best friends as well as business partners and Master and kajira, Master.  W/we share so much and i spend most days in His castle, leaving my side of the castle to serve, please and share with Him in all aspects of His life, Master.  Even O/our children, though unaware of O/our lifestyle, have become a close part of O/our intertwined lives and my affection for His child (said with great affection and respect) is very strong, as His care for my children has become the same, Master.  In fact, W/we are a major part of His wonderful household, Master.

O/our interests together have grown, both passionate about music, reading, history and O/our shared ancestry, Master.  O/our children have become a part of this, sharing in learning O/our ancestral language, that of the Celts, Master.  Of course, W/we are still in the early stages of learning this very difficult language, but it is Master’s wish that all members of His household will learn the language, Irish Gaelic, to the point that one day it will be the main language that W/we all speak within the household, Master.

Master is a very busy man, working hard every day at His job, being one of the best and most instinctive Fathers to His child, being the most wonderful Master to me and still finding time to study things, write, read and show a level of care for His Friends and Family that make Him my hero, Master.  my admiration, affection and devotion to Master are so strong, Master.

i have read in many Gorean entries about the slave heart and Master has not just collared this body and all that it encompasses, but He has collared my heart, Master.  This kajira’s slave heart is unconditional and without expectations, so the question of whether or not Master will ever develop love for me never comes into play, something that is His right to give and not mine to ask for or expect, and though it has taken me sometime to get passed the fear of a possible other kajira entering O/our lives, i developed through His care to not feel insecure, to demand, to need for my own desires or to expect anything in return for my service and pleasing Him, Master.  In fact, this was a very difficult thing to learn sometimes as i am only human and something that though it is drilled into U/us all from childhood, i had almost let go of because of my kajira training, making me understand why there are so many divorces in this world, Master.

It has been a year now as Master’s kajira and though it has had its ups and downs, i have learnt so much thanks to You, Master, Master.  Master is always reminding me of my place, not because i necessarily forget it, but in His actions, His words and His needs, Master.  Though W/we have a business together and O/our relationship as Master and kajira are kept out of it, keeping that side of things on a more professional level, i still never forget my place and though i am still discovering the boundaries within the business environment i will always know Master as Master, but at the same time, as with O/our daily lives, never letting the world know of O/our private lifestyle and relationship as Master and kajira, Master.

For those who may wonder if i wear a collar, well in a sense i do, but my collar is only worn in Master’s presence and when W/we are in private, Master.  Otherwise, in public i am not permitted to wear it, but the collar is merely a symbol and Master’s will, happiness, needs, desires, joys, humor, care, protection, affections, my unconditional slave love for Him and so much more that i cannot find the words for yet form my real collar, Master.  i sleep, dream, eat and do everything as Master’s kajira, but though W/we do not live together per se, i am Master’s 24/7 kajira, hearing His voice sometimes several or more times a day, cooking, cleaning, laughing and doing almost everything together, Master.

God bless, keep, protect and watch over Master, His child, my children, His Parents and Siblings and O/our friends, Master.  Please also, God, help me to continue to be the best i can be as Master’s kajira, to please Him, serve Him, care for Him and share with Him, even as He so put it once, into O/our old age, Master.  Most of all dear God, thank You for such a good and kind Master, and please forgive me for anything that i may err on, Master.

Master’s lkajira, Master,

Master Blackcelt’s kajira, Master