When Master Dies

[kittykateater]

I lifted Odetha's chin and peered deeply into her soft and sad eyes, my soul-penetrating gaze letting her know that, although I am definitely in charge and will brook no disobedience from her or any of her Sisters, I am also a loving, compassionate, and empathetic Master.

LaToya informed us that lunch is ready.

Come, Odetha. Cease thy crying now, dear one. Thou hast no reason to cry, for thou has already served thy new Master most exceedingly well. Come, join us in our noonday feast, come fill thy belly with more than just thy Master's protein. Come, let us all welcome thee into our home, into our family. Now we do not cry. Now we dine. Now we feast. Now we celebrate. Now we rejoice that thou hast returned to us, sweet Odetha. Now we honor how most excellently and skillfuly thou hast just served thy new Master, as the thick white cream now dripping from thy sweet face and smearing thy beauteous cleavage so clearly proclaims and attests now.

And after we dine, we shall all make of each other, a most excellently sweet dessert. So come, Odetha. COME!

And as for thee, LaToya. Thou hast violated thy promise to leave Odetha and myself undisturbed for 48 hours. After we dine, thou shalt meet me in the punishment room for a proper spanking.

LaToya quickly flashed me a delighted smile, knowing that my spankings are always administered out of love, not out of anger. That my spankings always hurt so GOOD, and always end with me kissing and tongue-kissing away the red soreness on her ass. Remembering her place now, LaToya then respectfully cast her eyes downward, and she properly and humbly replied, "Yes, Master...sir!" as she retreated to the dining room, shuffling her feet subserviently, but when she thought I wasn't watching, skipping joyously liike a little girl, at the prospect of the sweet and sexy spanking my strong right hand would administer to her luscious round booty in about two hours.

 

[katra_tyr_b]

It was certain that our new Master reflected many new words in our lives too. The one that caught my attention was protein. I recalled that word used with peanut butter when LaToya had been expecting her second child. A fond thought came over me as I thought about Tristen.

Just then my belly rumbled so I was not able to refuse to eat as I would have done any other time. Even LaToya giggled and then looked at Master Joe with a smile. I was horrified that she welcomed her punishment as that was a sign of she rule over our Master. That was plainly sinful.

Walking into the dining room I beheld many of my favorite dishes. Many of them Turkish delights and wept with joy as this lunch was more then I had ever hoped for.

 

[takesa2ndtaste]

I noticed the way that LaToya was acting and found out that she was in trouble. I laughed because as the weilder of punishment , she was the one in the receiving seat.

Her dirty look was just the icing on my cake. I smirked at her displeased frown and had my moment that I was getting to my dear sister.

 

[kittykateater]

LaVonda, thou art being sinfully wicked for taking pleasure in the impending punishment of thy sister LaToya. Now that we have all supped, I shall spank LaToya now. Then I shall expect thee to report to the punishment room in exactly one hour. There to receive thine own spanking for thy wickedness.

 

[landiek]

I sat very quietly, I wasn't about to say anything. It seemed that being related by blood was making LaToya and LaVonda ver naughty to one another.

 

[takesa2ndtaste]

"As you wish my Master"

I still had my moment that was good enough.

 

[kittykateater]

LaToya had violated her promise not to disturb Odetha and me for 48 hours. True, it had been for a good cause, to invite us both to a sumptuous feast. But by the strict Gaian laws, she had to be punished for violating her promise.

I bent her luscious round ass over my knee. She had come prepared for the punishment, wearing a skimpy little nothing of a skirt, and (rare for her) tiny, sexy panties. I made quite a show out of pulling her panties down, and she sobbed and carried on as if she didn't already know from personal experience that I would never seriously hurt her, just redden her behing a little. I think all her hystrionics were mostly for Odetha's benefit, for we all knew that Odetha did not consider me strict enough.

I spit into LaToya's anus and rubbed it around a little. I then slid a finger into her butt. "Oh, Master!" she cooed delightedly. "Umm, I mean..." Then she shrieked, "Ow! Mas-TER!" as if in pain. Her ass cheeks tightened and she actually farted.

But she also wriggled in my lap, her pussy against my cock, and she came instantly. "Mmmm, Master!" she whispered so Odetha could not hear.

"You do not fart at your Master!" I shouted, and swatted her cute, tight ass a little harder, I think, than I ever have before. Even I could not tell for sure now, whether her groan was in pain or in pleasure.

After I swatted her ass 50 times, I kissed away the redness and the sting, as was my habit, and as had been Timothy Squirshire's habit before me.

LaToya sniffled a little, but she was happy to have had such pleasurable punishment.

I heard a "harumph" from Odetha listening at the door. I remembered Odetha had been upset that LaToya had been skipping merrily, actually looking FORWARD to the playful type of punishment I give her.

"For taking pleasure in being punished, I will have to spank even more of your wickedness out of you now." I let her wriggle around on my lap a little, brushing her pussy lips up against my raging hard-on. "Comfy, LaToya?" I whispered.

"You know there's only one thing makes me comfotrtable n your lap," she smiled.

"OK, I whisperd. "But For Gaia's sake, be quiet, so Odetha doesn't suspect." LaToya did as I bid her, slipping her dripping-wet pussy down over my hard cock very slowly and quietly, until I was in her up to my balls. "Mmmm!" she whispered very quietly. "That is VERY comfortable, Master." Then louder, for Odetha's benefit, she started wailing in anguish. "Oh, Master...forgive my wicked ways!"

"This shall be THY forgiveness!" I shouted in mock-anger, swatting her sexy ass, even as I thrust my cock even higher up into her hot, wet love tunnel.

"Let me come in thy sweet pussy," I whispered, "and your sins shall be forgiven". I thrust and squirmed into her even more forcefully now, as I swatted her ass hard. "Oh, Master!" she wailed in a mixture of extreme pain and extreme pleasure. I griunted loudly, and to cover my enjoyment of this moment, I shouted "Wicked, WICKED LaToya!"

"Oh, yes," she gigled softly in my ear, "I am so NAUGHTY with my Master!"

That did it. I shot off deep inside of her, three times in quick succession, each blast more powerful than the last. I swatted her ass one last time, and as I kissed away the redness and the sting, I could taste her come...and mine...endlessly streaming down out of her freshly-fucked pussy and seeping down onto her ass. "You're too messy to put your panties back on. But use them to wipe up a bit, so Odetha doesn't see the come drooling down your thigh. And then go send in your sister LaVonda, for her punishment."

"Yes, Master!" LaToya sobbed, her tears more for having to leave me now, than for having been punished until it hurt so GOOD!

LaVonda entered the room. "Oh, Master, I have been so WICKED!" she sobbed. "Taking pleasure in my sister's misfortune."

"You shall have to apologize to your Sister after I am through with you."

"Oh, YES, Master!" she sobbed, grinning at me.

LaVonda began to skim her panties down off her thighs. I growled at her, for now I was genuinely mad at her. "Removing your panties is your Master's privelege!" I shouted. "Not yours. Maybe Odetha is right, I really HAVE been too lax with you girls. Just because I punish you from love and not from cruelty, you forget your place sometimes."

LaVonda was genuinely sobbing now. "Oh, I have displeased my Master!" she sank to her knees, and then bent forward from the waist to lay prostate at my feet.

I cupped her chin in my hand and gently lifted her face, so her eyes could look into mine. "I still love you, LaVonda. I shall always love you. And I shall always punish your transgressions with love, not with anger. But how do I teach you your place, after I have spoiled you so?"

"I'm on my knees begging your humble forgivenss, oh, Master."

"Hmm, on your knees is an excellent place to start asking my forgiveness," I laughed.

"Would that please thee, Master. Would that return me to thy good graces, Sir? To have me pleasure thee from upon mine knees?"

"Hmm. Well, that would be a pretty good start."

She bent forward at the waist again, touching her forehead to the floor in a genuine and heartfelt sign of subservience and respect. Then she sat up on her knees, facing me.

She wore her blouse tied below her full, round breasts. She gave one simple, swift tug at the knot, letting her blouse fall to the floor and exposing the tastiest set of 40DDs my eyes could ever have wished for.

"Thy trouser ridge tells me that mine bereasts do please thee, Master!"

"That's an UNDER-statement!" I whistled apprciatively.

"What's an under-under-undertaker?"

"Understatement," I laughed. I forget sometimes how little sschooling Squireshire gave these girls. "Never mind now, LaVonda. You asked if thy breasts delight me, and my answer is YES!" I shouted enthusiastically.

She reached up and skillfuly, gracefully unhitched my belt, a move she had obviously been carefully taught and frequently rehearsed. "Do my hands please thee as well, Master."

"Mmm, YES!" I softly moaned.

She bit the handle of my zipper between her teeth and tugged downward. "Do my teeth please thee, Master?"

"Mmmmmm!" was about the only reply my over-excited condition permitted me to make right now.

When my fly opened fully, my cock just kind of plopped out heavily. LaVonda's eyes lit up. "Oh, MAS-ter!" she grinned.

She placed a sweet, but hungry and passionate kiss, right on the very tip of my cock-head. "Do my warm, red lips please thee, Oh Master?"

My cock throbbed hard, and brushed eagerly against her lips. "Is that a 'Yes' then, Master?"

I groaned and nodded my head Yes.

Her tongue caught the edge of my balls, flickering there intensely before beginning one long, slow, continuous lick up my shaft. "Doth my tongue please thee too, Master?"

"Thy tongue gets thee in trouble for what tou sayest. Like when thou took great and wicked pleasure in they Sister's pleasure. At such times, thy tongue doth NOT please me at all! But if thou wouldst only use thy tongue like this more often, and less often for speech, I think I would need to punish thee far less than I do."

Her lips closed around my cock, her cheeks holowed, and she began sucking on me with a voracious hunger. I was moaning non-stop by now. "Doth the warmth of my mouth please thee also, my handsome Master?" In reply, I simply moaned even louder.

My cock-head brushed the back of her throat now. "Dost my velvet-smooth throat also delight thee, Master?"

"Ohhhhhh!" I replied, feeling my balls contract and my cock expand inside her mouth.

"Am I earning thy forgiveness NOW, Master?" she sucked even harder. As I fired off shot after shot of my thick, sticky man-milk down her throat now, part of me wanted to forgive all her sins and transgressions, past, presnt, and future. But I am a sensible Master, despite what Odetha may think, and LaVonda would have to pleasure me with a lot more than just one blowjob--highly skilled though it is--to earn my forgiveness.

"Lie down, my love," I told her. "For thou and thy sisters are all my loves. And prepare to take all of my cock, some of my seed, and a little of my forgiveness, deep into thee now."

 

[jubileeslave]

When the dining hour came about I merely tapped at the door and left a huge platter of meats, veggies, and fruit along with a bottle of fruit juice. They would find it waiting and I would not be in trouble for bothering them.

After the law made us responsible to see that he was well fed and even if he had gone in seclusion with one of us... we had to obey the duties of the law.. Serve Man!

 

[Master1stgirl]

I bent my luscious round ass over his knee. I had come prepared for the punishment, by wearing a skimpy little nothing of a skirt, and tiny, sexy panties. He made quite a show out of pulling my panties down, and I sobbed and carried on as if I didn't already know from personal experience that Master Joe would never seriously hurt me. But the hystricswere mostly for Odetha's benefit, for we all knew that Odetha did not consider Master Joe for being strict enough.

"Oh, Master!" I cooed delightedly as his finger invaded my ass . "Umm, I mean..." Then shrieked, "Ow! Please.. please MY Mas-TER!" as if in pain. My ass cheeks tightened and then I actually farted. I was very embarassed. But I also wriggled on his lap, pussy against his cock, and I came instantly. "Mmmm, Master!" I whispered so Odetha could not hear my moans of pleasure..

"You do not fart at your Master!" Master Joe shouted, and swatted my ass a little harder, than he ever had before. Even he could not tell for sure now, whether my groans were from pain or in pleasure. After swatting my ass 50 times, he kissed away the redness and the sting, as was his habit, and as had been a rarity among Timothy Squirshire's habits before Master Joe.

I sniffled a little, but was happy to have had such pleasurable punishment.

We heard a "harumph" from Odetha listening at the door. Odetha had been upset that I had been skipping merrily, actually looking FORWARD to the playful type of punishment Master promised to give me.

"For taking pleasure in being punished, I will have to spank even more of your wickedness out of you now." He let me wriggle around on his lap a little, brushing my pussy lips up against his raging hard-on. "Comfy, LaToya?" He whispered.

"You know there's only one thing makes me comfotrtable in your lap," I smiled softly.

"OK," He whisperd. "But For Gaia's sake, be quiet, so Odetha doesn't suspect." I was slipping my dripping-wet pussy down over his hard cock very slowly and quietly, until he was in me up to his balls. "Mmmm!" I whispered very quietly. "That is VERY comfortable, Master." Then louder, for Odetha's benefit, I started wailing in anguish. "Oh, Master...forgive my wicked ways!" Shedding tears in my act to hide from my Sister of Passion the true ways of our Master.

"This shall be THY forgiveness!"He shouted in mock-anger, swatting my ass, even as he thrust his cock even higher up into my hot, wet love tunnel.
"Let me come in thy sweet pussy," He whispered, "and your sins shall be forgiven." He thrusted more forcefully now, as he swatted my ass hard.

"Oh, Master!" I wailed in a mixture of extreme pain and extreme pleasure. He grunted loudly, and to cover his avid enjoyment of this moment, Master Joe shouted "Wicked, WICKED LaToya!"

"Oh, yes," I giggled softly in his ear, "I am so NAUGHTY with my Master!"

That did it. He shot off deep inside of me, three times in quick succession, each blast more powerful than the last. He swatted my ass one last time, and as he kissed away the redness and the sting, He could taste my come...and his...endlessly streaming down out of my freshly-fucked pussy and seeping down onto my ass. "You're too messy to put your panties back on. But use them to wipe up a bit, so Odetha doesn't see the come drooling down your thigh. And then go send in your sister LaVonda, for her punishment."

"Yes, Master!" I sobbed as my tears more for having to leave him now, than for having been punished until it hurt so GOOD!

I wiped my bottom with my undies and then moaned as the scent was making my hornies even worse. Gaia only knows how we would endure til Christmas day without our Master's touch!

I searched out my sister and shoved her into the room while my face was still tear stained and the redness was visible Odetha just shook her at me and then rebuttled, "Tis you who thrust such lavishness upon me."

"Did you not deserve the reunion to the Master of this house? Is that not part of the law? Did not Gaia give us the right to seek each time alone with Man?"

She nodded.

"I paid for my misdeeds and shall pray that Gaia guide me from repeating to such behavoir again. Forgive me my sister?"

Odetha just smiled and hugged me. I felt better already.

 

[takesa2ndtaste]

I entered the room from LaToya's shove. "Oh, Master, I have been so WICKED! Taking pleasure in my sister's misfortune."

"You shall have to apologize to your Sister after I am through with you."

"Oh, YES, Master!" I sobbed, grinning at him. I began to skim off the panties down to my thighs.

Master Joe growled at me, for now he was genuinely mad at me. "Removing your panties is your Master's privelege!" He shouted. "Not yours. Maybe Odetha is right, I really HAVE been too lax with you girls. Just because I punish you from love and not from cruelty, you forget your place sometimes."

I was genuinely sobbing now as fear raised thur my being. "Oh, I have displeased my Master!" sinking to my knees, and then bent forward from the waist to lay prostate at his feet.

Master Joe cupped my chin in his hand and gently lifted my face, so my eyes could look into his. "I still love you, LaVonda. I shall always love you. And I shall always punish your transgressions with love, not with anger. But how do I teach you your place, after I have spoiled you so?"

"I'm on my knees begging your humble forgivenss, oh, Master."

"Hmm, on your knees is an excellent place to start asking my forgiveness," Master had laughed.

"Would that please thee, Master. Would that return me to thy good graces, Sir? To have me pleasure thee from upon mine knees?"

"Hmm. Well, that would be a pretty good start."

I bent forward at the waist again, touching my forehead to the floor in a genuine and heartfelt sign of subservience and respect. As I sat up on my knees, facing him. I wore a blouse tied below my full, round breasts. I gave one simple, swift tug at the knot, letting the blouse fall to the floor and exposing the tastiest set of 40DDs his eyes could ever have wished for. "Those pants ridging tells me that my breasts do please thee, Master!"

"That's an UNDER-statement!" He whistled apprciatively.

"What's an under-under-undertaker?" Not being familiar with that term

"Understatement," Master Joe laughed forgetting how little amount of schooling Squireshire gave us girls. "Never mind now, LaVonda. You asked if thy breasts delight me, and my answer is YES!" He shouted very enthusiastically.

I reached up and skillfuly, gracefully unhitched the belt, a move I had been carefully taught and frequently rehearsed. "Do my hands please thee as well, Master."

"Mmm, YES!" He softly moaned.

I bit the handle of the zipper between my teeth and tugged downward. "Do my teeth please thee, Master?"

"Mmmmmm!" His mind was running out of control

When the fly opened fully, his cock just kind of plopped out heavily. My eyes lit up. "Oh, MAS-ter!" I placed a sweet, but hungry and passionate kiss, right on the very tip of the cock-head. "Do my warm, red lips please thee, Oh Master?" His cock throbbed hard, and brushed eagerly against my lips. "Is that a 'Yes' then, Master?"

He groaned and nodded Yes.

My tongue caught the edge of the balls, flickering there intensely before beginning one long, slow, continuous lick up his shaft. "Doth my tongue please thee too, Master?"

"Thy tongue gets thee in trouble for what you said. Like when thou took great and wicked pleasure in they Sister's pleasure. At such times, thy tongue doth NOT please me at all! But if thou wouldst only use thy tongue like this more often, and less often for speech, I think I would need to punish thee far less than I do."

Closing my lips around his cock, cheeks hollowed, and sucking on him with a voracious hunger. He was moaning non-stop now. "Doth the warmth of my mouth please thee also, my handsome Master?"

Replying with a moan. He was driven into delights.

His cock-head brushed the back of my throat now. "Dost my velvet-smooth throat also delight thee, Master?"

"Ohhhhhh!" He replied his balls contract and his cock expand inside my mouth.

"Am I earning thy forgiveness NOW, Master?" Sucking even harder. He fired off shot after shot of thick, sticky man-milk down my throat now.

"Lie down, my love," He told me. "For you and your sisters are all my loves. And prepare to take all of my cock, some of my seed, and a little of my forgiveness, deep into thee now."

I lied back and kept the feet under my body. Thrusting my pussy upwards to receive his cock. To serve him as Gaia deems and lovingly.

His cock speared deeply into my cunt as I wriggled under his force. His passion of anger was pouring from the way that he was taking my offering. I cried with joy as he was rough in reaching the final release. Which I delighted in his fury, cumming many times for him and praying and thanking Gaia for that moment.

 

[kittykateater]

Bump!

(OOC: Hope you had a good Christmas, jubileeslave, Master1stGirl, landiek, and taskesa2ndtaste. My sweetie and I have been busy reconnecting romantically these past 4 days, since business takes her away from me so much lately---I won't see her again until Wednesday night now. But I haven't forgotten our story, and I hope to find time to post on it again tomorrow).

 

[kittykateater]

Seeing how LaVonda and LaToya were being punished, Jubilee set out a meal without disturbing us, so as not to get her own ass spanked...for now. There would be plenty of time for my hand and her luscious round derriere to play together later.

I was pleased to see Odetha and LaToya hug and make up, accepting each other as true Sisters in Gaia now. And I was pleased that Odetha was beginning to accept my ways of punishing, from love rather than from anger. It was not Skylar's way, not the way she was raised, but she could see now that I am serious about discpline in my own way. And I think, although she was not yet ready to admit it, Odetha actually felt good about how much I truly love her.

And now I was lovingly discipling LaVonda. Oh, the sexy way she tucked her feet under her lithe body and pushed her sweet love cavern higher and higher toward my face. "I shall--SLURP--teach thee--kiss, lick!--how properly to serve -- SLUUUURRRPP! -- thy Master's every desire. And what I desire most now -- SUCK! -- is thy sweet taste. Feed thy Master thy sweet feminine wine, and thus show how much you love your Master, how much you desire to serve and to please thy Master. For nothing pleasures me more than a mouthful of sweet feminine nectars. Come...and I do mean COME...and let me drink happily of the spiced wine of thy juicy pomegranate.

"I am glad to delight of thy tongue, oh Master. For thy tongue delights me more than thou shalt ever knowest. And yet, I thrust my pussy upwards, not for thy tongue's sake now, but to receive thy divine cock. To serve you as Gaia deems and lovingly."

This sounded like an excellent suggestion to me, as my hard, throbbing cock speared deeply into her moist, tight cunt as she wriggled under my pounding force. My passion of anger was pouring from the way that I was taking her servile and sexy offering. Mine ears delighted as she cried with joy as I was rough in reaching the final release. Which she delighted in my fury, cumming many times for me and praying and thanking Gaia for that moment.

"Thou hast served thy Master most excellently well. I am well pleased. Now go and make up with thy sisters LaToya and Odetha, in the kind and loving way that I have just shown thee should pass betwixt those who love each other, as I know that thou and thy sisters truly love each other. I shall take great pleasure in watching the three of you showing love and forgiveness to each other in a most intimate way. Go, lie with thy sisters now, and let me observe close at hand, that all is well, that all is love, betwixt the three of thee now. Let thy tongues not bring thee trouble by speaking, but let thy tongues bring thee all joy and peace and love by pleasuring and loving, as mine eyes delight in watdching thou three love each other so specially. Do now as thy Master has commanded of thee!"

 

[katra_tyr_b]

I nearly flipped when LaVonda relayed our Master's orders.

I shall take great pleasure in watching the three of you showing love and forgiveness to each other in a most intimate way. Go, lie with thy sisters now, and let me observe close at hand, that all is well, that all is love, betwixt the three of thee now. Let thy tongues not bring thee trouble by speaking, but let thy tongues bring thee all joy and peace and love by pleasuring and loving, as mine eyes delight in watching thou three love each other so specially. Do now as thy Master has commanded of thee!"

I hugged her and walked away and secluded my self in the prayer room. LaVonda and LaToya both looked at each other in confusion. Yet went to our Master to inform him what happened.

"Master Joe," LaVonda began openly. "What would happen if we were unable to do as you have bid?"

He looked at them and frowned.

"Odetha gave us hugs and has gone into the prayer room. I beleive that she is not ready for that step again..my Master."

Mynia came in and joined me in prayers. I looked over at her and wet in her arms.

"What ever is wrong with you, Odetha? Are you not happy to have such a good Master? Is not Master Joe kind?"

"It isn't that, my sister.. I just do not understand his ways... to treat my sister as my Mistress.. it just is not done.. and I pray that Gaia grant me solice from his anger when he finds out that I have disobeyed."

Mynia had no words of comfort then, she understood that my teachings were more then hers. I had the lineage to uphold and there were more rules on my brow then my sisters of Passion. My worries were on the punishment that I would receive for my willful disobedience.

 

[kittykateater]

I called Odetha into the punishment room for a serious talk. From her training under the brutal and vicious Lord Skylar, she trembled in fear at what rage and brutality I might hurl at her for her continued disloyalty to me, as her new Master. But I did not brutalize her. I simply spoke sternly and frankly, openly and honestly to her.

I understand you want to hold to ancient traditions that modern society has long since passed by. I understand that is what you are familiar with and comfortable with. Traditions can be wonderful and precious in their proper perspective, and I admire that more immensely than you will ever know.

But I have worked hard to make the other Daughters of Passion in this house loyal and respectful to me. To show them that I love them and they can love me and love each other. Your constantly questioning my authority risks undermining my authority and respect with the others, and I cannot let you do that.

When I found these girls, they were unwashed, uneducated, and scared to death of just about everything. I have turned all of that around with a great deal of love and patience. Many of them have high school diplomas now, and Catherine is even attending college. They are good mothers now, having learned how to take proper medical care of themselves and their babies.

I have taught them all good nutrition habits, and proper hygiene. I have been nothing but good and kind to them. And yet I have also taught them their proper and respectful place in the Master-Daughter relationship. I have disciplined them with love, but I have disciplined them nonentheless, and they all know where the lines are that they cannot and must not cross with me. These are my lines, not Skylar's, and I know that greatly displeases you.

You have shown nothing but sour discontent since the day you returned here. You have tried to undermine everything I have worked so hard to achieve here. If you are not happy here, not happy with my liberal and reformed ways, you are free to leave, and I would strongly suggest that you do.

You are upset that I am not like your precious Lord Skylar. Well, I should bloody well hope that I am NOTHING like Skylar! Hmm, let me see. Skylar raped you, brutally beat you, gouged out your eye, and then sold you into slavery. He punished you from anger and viciousness, while I discipline from love and a desire to make all of you better, more normal, more well-adjusted women. Yet his brutal way is so right in your eyes, and my loving yet firm and strict way displeases you immensely. I have asked you to serve me lovingly, and I have shown you a great deal of love, patience, and tenderness, shown you that it is OK for a woman to enjoy the pleasures that her body is capable of. After all, did not the mother earth of Gaia bequeath those pleasures upon you when She made you? Yet you reject such pleasures and invoke the Gaia traditions to justify that rejection, which strikes me as such stubborn and wrong-headed nonsense. I have shown all of your sisters the wonders of loving intimacy, of achieving orgasmic ecstasy not only from me but from their own bodies, enjoying love and lust and sex not only with me, but among themselves. You reject that too now.

So the choice is yours. Either get with the program or find a new Master who will have you beaten, bloody, and cowering in constant fear as Skylar had you. But I cannot and will not accept you continuing to live here and trying to undermine all the good I've tried to do here. I cannot and wil not have a poisonous snake lying in lair in this house.

Either way, I'm afraid this is goodbye, Odetha. Either goodbye to the old grumpy and stubborn Odetha and hello to a new, more cooperative Odetha. Or else if you cannot bring yourself to accept my ways, my love, my kindness, my gentleness, my tenderness, then goodbye to you all-together, Odetha!

 

[landiek]

I had walked too close to the punishment room and heard our Master speak with Odetha and had caught his words that were spoken.

So the choice is yours. Either get with the program or find a new Master who will have you beaten, bloody, and cowering in constant fear as Skylar had you. But I cannot and will not accept you continuing to live here and trying to undermine all the good I've tried to do here. I cannot and wil not have a poisonous snake lying in lair in this house.

I was in tears. Our Master was saying that Odetha was to leave our home after she had returned. I rushed into the prayer room and begged Gaia to lead our sweet Master Joe to give my sister another chance. I lite candles and ignored chores and meals as I stayed in my prayer. Gaia had to answer me, she just had to.

 

[kittykateater]

My sweet beloved Katra was in tears over the harsh ultimatum that Odetha's continued beligenrence had forced me to issue to her.

I hated to hurt my Katra. It nearly broke my heart to see her so upset, so groef-stricken. Hell, I even hated to hurt Odetha. But things had been forced to such a pass that I felt I had no choice to speak so to Odetha.

Perhaps Katra was right, perhaps her prayers to Gaia would guide us and enlighten us all out of the awkward pass that Odetha's and my very different ways had forced us all to.

We were at a difficult cross-roads, and I didn't know the answer. I certainly did not want Odetha to have to leave and go back to a life of brutality and shame. But things simply could not go on for one day longer, the way they have been going.

Only time and prayer would tell where this all would lead and how this would resiolve itself. Certainly some of it was in Odetha's hands, if she would just try to be more accepting of my liberal ways. But my own prayers gave me a new insight, too: perhaps I would have the harder job, trying to understand how and why Odetha continued to insist that the brutal violence of a Lord Skykllar was somehow preferable to my letting my Daughters of Passion retain their dignity and humanity while serving me. Hers was a philosophy that I simply could not undestand, but I knew that if things were ever to get better, I would have to try to understand her viewpoint. I knew now, that understanding her would have to be the first step to gaining her cooperation.

Perhaps I should ask her to explain herself? But would she be willing to listen to my viewpoint in return? As a former cop, I have seen far too much brutaility in this world, and I for one would not be a a party to inflicting any more brutality on anyone. Would she, could she, understand and accept that?

 

[Master1stgirl]

I spoke with Odetha and insisted that she spend time with our new Master and perhaps she might gain insight to him

I thanked Gaia when she agreed

 

[kittykateater]

My ultimatum to Odetha to shape up or ship out had evidently scared her more than she had let on, and more than I had suspected.

For she came to me now, humbly, meekly, with none of her stubborn pride about being more knowledgable in the ways and traditions of Gaia than I am, which admittedly she is. She told me that LaToya had advised her to meet with me, and to listen to me as well as talk to me.

Odetha sat patiently, uncharacteristically not interrupting me, as I explained how I had been a police officer, and had met the Daughters of Passion on an emergency call to the house. I had been exposed a little bit to Gaian ways by a previous girlfriend, and Catherine had been the first to suggest I become the new Master, an idea her Sisters in Passion one by one came to endorse as well.

I explained to Odetha that my police experience had exposed me to far more cruelty than any human being should ever have to witness in a lifetime. I knew that discipline and obedience to a Master is an important part of Gaian traditions. But I had found a way to achieve those aims without the brutality of a Lord Skylar. I disciplined from love, not from anger. And I felt strongly that, while these women can still serve me as their Master, and have my protection from the evils of the outside world, that did not mean their lives should be misery and drudgery. I had taught them to read and to do basic math. I had taught them how to interact with the outside world on a basic level needed for survival, such as grocery stores, laundry shops, and doctors. I had restored their human dignity to them.

I taught them about hygiene, nutrition, medical care of themselves and their children.

And I had made even discipline fun for them. My stinging hand-swats on their bottoms corrected their errant behavior, and none of them ever exhibited the same type of bad behavior after one of my spankings. Yet my kissing away the redness and the sting, taught them that I love them, they can trust me and confide anything to me, and I will always treat them fairly and justly.

And I taught them that there is no shame in enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. Not just bringing me enjoyment, but enjoying the experience themselves. Our mother earth had endowed us all, male and female, with the ability for extreme sexual pleasure, and there was more sin in denying yourself such enjoyment than in surrendering yourself to the thrills. I taught them all that they can enjoy their own bodies, my body, and even their sisters's bodies, with open joy, for we are all part of the mothership called earth and we need one another. I taught them that there is far too little love, far too little joy, in this world, and we should take our love and our joy anywhere, with anyone, in any form that we can get it. As a tight, close-knit and very loving family, that meant we should be free to touch one another in a sensous, enjoybale, and pleasurable way. And to surrender oursleves when orgasm comes knocking at our doors.

Perhaps some of my teachings were at odds with ancient Gaian traditions, which tend to be far less liberal than my own feelings shaped by my own life experiences. But perhaps some of those strict and cruel traditions needed revising in our modern world. I did not want to change the core dynamic of the faith, the Master-Daughter relationship, just make some of its harshest traditions more reasonable for today. After all, traditions develop to fit the times when they originate; as times change, some traditions must adapt. All I knew was, every last one of my Daughters of Passion was cleaner, happier, more knowledgeable now, under my more liberal ways, than before I became their new Master.

Now I turned the floor over to Odetha, to let her explain her feelings, her philosophies to me. And why I should perhaps include some of her values in how I run this household...as long as they were not utterly in conflict with my own values, of doing no harm or violence, of promoting joy and personal welfare in this too-short, often too miserable, existence we call life.

 

[kittykateater]

BUMP!

katra_tyr_b, it's your turn to post again, as Odetha. Joe has reached out to you to form a truce, now it's your turn to reach out to him too.

KKE

 

[katra_tyr_b]

Odetha

I stared at him and listened to his words. I had wondered what this thing called diploma meant but would not ask.

I hung my head as he referred to Lord Skylar. I had always listened to the law.

"After all, did not the mother earth of Gaia bequeath those pleasures upon you when She made you? Yet you reject such pleasures and invoke the Gaia traditions to justify that rejection, which strikes me as such stubborn and wrong-headed nonsense. I have shown all of your sisters the wonders of loving intimacy, of achieving orgasmic ecstasy not only from me but from their own bodies, enjoying love and lust and sex not only with me, but among themselves. You reject that too now."

"The law says that woman was made for man to give pleasure to him always... yet you desire me to lie with my sister.. I was taught otherwise..." trying to justify my logic.

"So the choice is yours. Either get with the program or find a new Master who will have you beaten, bloody, and cowering in constant fear as Skylar had you. But I cannot and will not accept you continuing to live here and trying to undermine all the good I've tried to do here. I cannot and wil not have a poisonous snake lying in lair in this house.

Either way, I'm afraid this is goodbye, Odetha. Either goodbye to the old grumpy and stubborn Odetha and hello to a new, more cooperative Odetha. Or else if you cannot bring yourself to accept my ways, my love, my kindness, my gentleness, my tenderness, then goodbye to you all-together, Odetha!"

I was in tears. He meant to sent me away but to who? I fell to my knees and begged for forgiveness yet knew in my heart that it would be a hard road to travel as some of the things he preached over were beyond my understanding. Instead I was sent from the room and spent my time in prayer. Refusing meals for five days.

The sixth day I rose early and bathed in rose water, placing a gown of mint silk over my body and going to my Master. I tapped at the door and waited for his voice.

"Come in," It was a soft tone that gave me room to feel less frightened.

I entered the room slowly then knelt in humble position as my body pressed to the floor. "this woman desires to speak with you, My Master. thine daughter LaToya grant me and bade me to lie with thee again to find comfort in thy desires. for this woman's ears are opened and my heart longs to thine and ask thee to hold judgement as this woman makes peace with mine"

As he moved his hand and gave a smile, I crawled closer and sat at his feet, looking up into his eyes. Listening to his every word and understanding that he was not raised in a home of Gaian belief but made the choice to serve and how he came to our family.

" i was born in the house of Gaia law... i was taught the law as soon as i learned to read near six.... my father demanded that i learn to be a slave for Man.. and i am honored to do so. yet it was not taught to me to seek the pleasure of a sister of Passion for myself for that was intended for Man and Man alone.... my father showed me how to serve as Gaia deemed. A hard road for the child of the Royal Ones.. yet i was not Royal, i was a bastard child.. an honor for my father and a shame to his children. " Tears came freely as memories were drawn back to the surface after ten years of submerging. " in tradition my father chose my first mate. He beleived that perhaps a strong bloodline would come from being in union to Lord Skylar.. even though we bore the blood of fathers.... the school was harder for i had to uphold his honor by learning. i am not pleasing to his eye and thusly by his right i bare marks of my dishonor. The law allows a Husband to seek pleasure from another should his wife be unable to do so... and thus the beatings began.. a reminder that i am displeasing to the eye.. thus was the reason to the loss of one... i strived harder to serve.. even submitting to things that the law gives no creedance to... taking daily beatings thrice... as it was expected of me to show obedience .. i was a daughter of the law.. born within the temple.. raised in the way... until the day that Master Timothy saw me and took pity on me. Asking my husband for me... making me a slave in his home.. an honor for one so deceitful as i... one of bastard birth.... one that can not bring a blessing to my Master... for it was removed from me before growing to life.. and for that .... burnt from my flesh to bear another.. for Man longs to bring his fruit to his hearth...
an honor that i can not comply to... thus making me more in displeasure to Man... a thorn in the garden of Gaia's daughters. Yet you are much different and now i understand why you are so different... you are as Gaia deemed.. unruled by the old laws of the first Temple..."

 

[kittykateater]

Odetha told me, "The law says that woman was made for man to give pleasure to him always... yet you desire me to lie with my sister.. I was taught otherwise..."

"Odetha," I replied, "you are not being completely honest with me. You have fought my authority since the moment you returned to this house, claiming my ways spoil the Daughtrs of Passion too much. Now you act as if the only thing troubling you is my request that you lie with another woman. You ceratainly don't have to be with a woman in that way if you do not wish to. I just thought the experience might help you loosen up, help you enjoy the wonderful and mysterious pleasures of the flesh, instead of just serving a man without any pleasures for yourself."

"No," I contuinued, "there is a good deal more troubling you, my child, than just you not being ready to lie with and enjoy a woman. I am your new Master, I wish to help you every way I can, I certain;y do not want to lose you, but if I am to help you and to keep you, I need your honesty, and your copperation. Right now you are not showing me much of either."

On her knees, in tears, she begged my forgiveness. She then secluded herself in prayer for 5 days, not seeing or talking to anyone and even refusing food.

On the sixth day, she softly, hesitantly tapped at my door.

"Come in," I made my voice soft so she would feel less frightened.

She entered the room slowly, dressed in a gown of mint silk that hugged every curve of her delightful body. She then knelt in humble position as her body pressed to the floor. "This woman desires to speak with you, My Master. thine daughter LaToya grant me and bade me to lie with thee again to find comfort in thy desires. for this woman's ears are opened and my heart longs to thine and ask thee to hold judgement as this woman makes peace with mine"

I gently, lovingly placed my hand under her chin and smiled, raising her bowed head, silently inviting her eyes to gaze deeply into my eyes, to see the love for her that fills my soul. She crawled closer to me and sat humbly, adoringly at my feet, silently accepting my soft invitation to look up into my eyes.

She paid rapt attention to my every word, and I could at last see, not condemantion now, but a true understanding that although I was not raised in a home of Gaian belief, I made the choice to serve, and how fate brought me to this house to share my bottomless love with these charming women.

"You may think me not understanding of Gaian ways," I told her. "And it is true, I lack the deep knowledge of ancient ways that you possess. But I had a transforming experience that you are not aware of. I joined Catherine and others in tearful prayer at the grave of Master Timothy Squireshire on a foggy, moonlit night shortly after I first came here. The mist seemd to grab my throat in a choking way and force my mouth open that night. Then a glowing green mist entered my mouth and slithered itself down my throat, as a booming voice bellowed in my ear, 'As thou art taking my place, thou shalt have me in thee from now on.'"

"When I turned to tell your sisters of what had just happened," I continued, "they cowered in fright. I asked Catherine why she hides from me, and she asked, 'Do you not know, Master? You are speaking in Master Squireshire's voice, not your own. We do not know how it is possible that a dead man's voice rolls from your living lips, and it afrights us all. It is as if our late Master's ghost has entered you, and we are frightened FOR you as much as frightened OF you now.'"

"But that is just it, sweet Catherine. Master Squireshire's ghost is in me, to guide and advise me, to carry on running this household for him, for all of you. Yet Squireshire has told me that I am to retain my own unique personality, to care for you ladies in my own way, not his way. He does not want me to become him, he just wants to guide me when I need his help and seek his help."

As I told this story, I could see a good deal of skepticism in Odetha's eyes. I told her to ask her sisters, they were there and saw and heard. But then I dropped it, I didn't want to make an issue of her lack of trust in me right now. I wanted to hear what Odetha had to say, to understand who she is and why she is as stubborn and prideful as she is.

" i was born in the house of Gaia law... i was taught the law as soon as i learned to read near six.... my father demanded that i learn to be a slave for Man.. and i am honored to do so. yet it was not taught to me to seek the pleasure of a sister of Passion for myself for that was intended for Man and Man alone...."

"I have already told thee, I do not require thee to sleep with your sisters in an intimate way. But I do believe that it would be a healthy experience for yout to do so, whenever you are ready to experience this unimaginable ecstasy." I paused. "Ah, I have just been a rude Masster. I interrupted. Please do continue. I know that female-to-female coupling is not the main thing troubling you, and I wish to hear what is troubloling you, to get to the root of your problem and help you overcome it. So, please do continue."

"my father showed me how to serve as Gaia deemed. A hard road for the child of the Royal Ones.. yet i was not Royal, i was a bastard child.. an honor for my father and a shame to his children. " Tears came freely as memories were drawn back to the surface after ten years of submerging.

"This is one of the reasons I want to help you move past the old ways, my child," I kissed away the teardrops from her lower eyelid. "You have been blamed and shamed all your life, for an act your parents committed, siring a child out of wedlock. You were not present at their illicit coupling, and the circumstances of your birth are NOT your fault. I know you don't believe that now, you have had a lifetrime of people drilling shame into you where the shame is not yours. But work with me, Odetha, trust in me, and in time I will help you overcome your shame, help you realize that your parents wronged you, you did nothing to wrong them by being born."

Odetha sniffled, softly and sweetly kissed my mouth in gratitude for my kind words, although I could tell she was not yet ready to believe their message. She then continued with her autobiographical narrative.

" in tradition my father chose my first mate. He beleived that perhaps a strong bloodline would come from being in union to Lord Skylar.. even though we bore the blood of fathers.... the school was harder for i had to uphold his honor by learning. i am not pleasing to his eye and thusly by his right i bare marks of my dishonor."

"I know you are not ready to believe this yet, either, Odetha. But you have been wronged all your life, being told that you are ugly and therefore deserved your disfigurement at the hands of teh brutal Lord Skylar. As your new Master, I can and do look beyond your scars, which again are no fault of yours. I look beyond the scars, beyond the cruel brutality with which they were undeservedly applied to you. And what I see is a beautiful soul, a woman who is learned in ancient ways, a woman who I want to hold and love and protect against any more of the world's cruelties ever touching you again."

"The law allows," she contiued, "a Husband to seek pleasure from another should his wife be unable to do so... " she continued, "and thus the beatings began.. a reminder that i am displeasing to the eye.. thus was the reason to the loss of one..."

"Ah, poor opressed one, even with all that has been done to disfigure you, you were never, and are not now, displeasing to the eye. If you will but stay in our house and learn to accept my new ways, in time you will come to disabuse yourself of the notion that you are ugly, and see yourself as the beautiful and desirable woman you truly are. For I do desire thee. Cast thine eyes downward, upon the ridge up the front of my trousers, and see for thyself how very much thy Master desires thee. But for right now, I desire even more to hear more of they life story, to understand you so I can help you."

"i strived harder to serve.. even submitting to things that the law gives no creedance to... taking daily beatings thrice... as it was expected of me to show obedience .. i was a daughter of the law.. born within the temple.. raised in the way... until the day that Master Timothy saw me and took pity on me. Asking my husband for me... making me a slave in his home.. an honor for one so deceitful as i... one of bastard birth...."

"Bastard birth was not thy deceit, it was the deceit of thy parents. This notion so repeatedly planted in thy brain, that you are responsible for how your parents made thee, is even worse abuse than the physical cruelties you have suffered. If you let me, I shall help you overcome this mental abuse as well as the physical abuses you have sufferd. Tell me more, tell me what has happened to you, my child. As painful as it is for you to say, as painful as it is for me to hear, talking openly like this is the first step in my helping you."

"one that can not bring a blessing to my Master... for it was removed from me before growing to life.. and for that .... burnt from my flesh to bear another.. for Man longs to bring his fruit to his hearth...an honor that i can not comply to..."

"You cannot bear children? That does not make you displeasing to me. For we have a houseful of children, and there are a plenty of your sisters can bring forth morechildren if and whwn I should wish it. And you can be a second mother to them all, if you wish. But what interests me most in thy female equipment, is not whether it can bring forth children, but whether it can bring forth a sweet wine to delight my tongue. If thou willst but do that, then I shall be delighted in thee a million times a millionfold."

"But my barrenness makes me more in displeasure to Man... a thorn in the garden of Gaia's daughters

"Like everything ekse yiu have told me so far, Odetha, having thy womb ripped out of you at an early age was also none of your fault. There is a term for what you are deascribing. It is called blaming the victim. There was a time in this country, not so very long ago, when the darker-hued half of this nation's population was blamed for the hatred that white men had for their black skin. In those times, black victims whom white men strung by ropes from trees, were blamed for the intense hatred and cruelty of those who victimized them, when the hatred and the cruelty were in no way the fault of these long-suffereing African-Americans. Much like what you have told me of ancient Gaian ways, these were the ancient and respected ways of our nation's past, and just because they were ancient ways did not make them moral ways. And the ancient ways that you have suffered, are not right, are not just, are not the ways of honorbale and moral humans of today. If you let me, I shall help you past the horros of these ancient ways, into a new light, into a new dawning, where your life is filled with unimaginable, unimagined, and unending delights, where pains and cruelties will fade to become distant memories for you."

"Yet you are much different," Odetha concluded her narrative, "and now i understand why you are so different... you are as Gaia deemed.. unruled by the old laws of the first Temple..."

"Then you shall stay, and gladden the heart of thy Master and thy Sisters with your presence? Oh, such joy you would bring to my heart if you say yes, you will serve me in the ways how I wish to be served, and that you will let me instruct you in the joys of today, and let me help you forget the sorrows of yesterday. Oh it would be unendnig joy for all in this household if you will but say yes, yes to life, yes to joy, yes to happiness, yes to ecstasy. Oh, but do say yes, now, Odetha!"

Plans for helping Odetha raced through my brain. I knew she is shamed by her eye scar. Oh it would bring me the greatest joy to take her to the finest surgeons, to erase the scar on her eye and in time also erase the scar that her cruelly disfigured eye has placed upon her very soul.

Oh and I shall bring her to the most renowned and respected psychologists, psychiatrists, counselors, and therapists, to help her see and understand that the circumstances of her birth, the crulties inflicted on her body and mind, are in no way her fault, are in no way her shame.

I could and would do so much for her, I would love her in every way, emotionally and especially sexually. I would help her learn the joys of having cunnilingus perfomed on her until she is going out of her mind with ecstay, until she is flowing endless streams of her wine onto my face. I would she her to serve and be served at teh samne time, in a 69. I would teach her the joys of coming from her clit and her G-spot at the same time. If she will but serve me in the ways I desire to be served, not in the ancient ways she was raised in, she would have a life, such a great life. Oh, she would be so much to all of us.

If she will only say yes now, agree to stay, agree to fight with me no more, agree to love me and let me love her. Embrace me and my ways.

Oh do say yes, Odetha. Say yes. yes, yes, and YES!

 

[Master1stgirl]

we knew that Odetha had been before our Master and we knew that she had locked herself in prayer.

Mynia had worried and fretted over her as much as the rest of us. We worried that she was going to be sent away.

LaVonda and I both decided that we had to do something so we did. We went back to Master's grave and prayed that he would give Odetha the wisdom to obey once more to a New Master.

 

[kittykateater]

(OOC: An experience last night so shook me and upset me that I am working it into the story line; I wish I had had the courage to stand up and say what my lone voice here says).

Mynia, LaVonda, LaToya, Katra, Catherine, and Odetha did not undertand what I meant when I had said about how ancient Gaian traditions that were brutal toward Daughters of Passsion needed revising, just as ancient American traditions that were brutal to people of darker complexions needed abolishing 40 years ago.

Today being Martin Luther King Junior's birthday, I took all of the Daughters of Passsion to hear a presentation about his life and work. Sadly, I took them to the wrong presentation, one at a very conventional Christian church.

Oh, they started out OK, but then they sidetracked. They claimed that King's struggle was not about the rights of humans, but the rights of God. The need God has to be worshipped and praised day and night. A chorus of hallelujahs and praise Jesuses filled the air.

"Your Christian God sounds like a frightened little child," LaToya observed (sorry LaToya, but I heard someone near me in the audience last night say this). "needing to be praised constantly. He even needs to be praised at a meeting that is supposed to be about praising somebody else, Doctor Martin Luther King Junior."

"Who could honor such a vain and egotistical God?" Catherine agreed.

I told them to shush lest we raise the ire of the devout Christians around us.

"Why?" Mynia wanted to know, "Are they so insecure in their faith, that they cannot tolerate anyone who disagrees with their viewpoint?" [I couldn't help wondering what this narrow-minded, hate-filled preacher would have thought of an atheist, son of a Jewish worker for black Civil Rights in the 1960s, and who has befriended Gaian women on a porn site, being in his audience.]

A woman in the row behind us said something about how my Daughters of Passion were the handmaidens of the devil for daring not to be of the Christian faith. [OK, not really, but it could have happened in that environment of hostile praise Jesus shouts].

Just then the preacher railed about jews being christ-killers, killers of the Dream that Doctor King preached. That only by honoring Christ do we honor Doctor King (as if Jews and Moslems hadn't fought side by side with King for Civil Rights). He then tried to equate Doctor King's dream of equality with the biblical Joseph's dream of tremendous power, completely missng the point of the I Have a Dream speech.

Oh yes, this meeting was so honoring the boundless love and compassion of Dr. King for all humanity. NOT!

Another preacher stepped up to the pulpit. "Today's Gay Rights movement claims a kinship with Dr. King's struggle. But gays were never called ugly names, or physically beaten, facing daily police brutality, as African-Americans have been."

"You, sir," a lone voice in the crowd shouted [this is what I wish I had stood up and said last night], "are either extremely ignorant, or shamefully denying history that you know to be true. Gays have been demeaned with words that start with F and Q as hateful as the deragotory names that start with N which southern whites used to spit and hiss at southern blacks. As for police brutality, have you never heard of Stonewall Inn, where police invaded and then brutally beat all of its patrons for the crime of being gay and wanting to have the SAME rights as everyone else. Not SUPERIOR rights to everyone else, like your biblical Joseph wanted, but the SAME rights, like King wanted! Yet they were beaten by police, just as Bull Conner's police in Birmingham brutally beat civil rights workers for the crime of being black and wishing to have THEIR equal rights! Do you not know that even today, gay bashers drag anyone who they even suspect is gay, into back alleys and beat them brutally? And that many employers still fire people for no worse offense than being gay?" [I'm not gay, but I grew up in a family acrtively involved in civil rights, and like King I honor ALL humanity, so this narrow-minded bigot of a preacher really got my ire up last night].

"But that is different," the preacher countered. "Being black is a condition of birth. Being gay is a choice to be what the Gospel clearly says is a sinner." [He actually said this!]

"Ahh," the lone voice continued. "I am glad to see that organized religion is being consistent. The victim deserves brutality for being different. 150 years ago, preachers stood at pulpits much like this one, and declared that African-Americans are less intelligent and less worthy than dogs, and that being chained and shackled in slavery is for the good of their own souls. 40 years ago, preachers stood at pulpits much like this, stating that civil rights workers like Doctor King deserved to be beaten and jailed for disturbing the status quo. And now in a meeting supposedly to honor the memory of Doctor King, you state that it is a biblical rightness that gays be denied the same rights as everyone else. Even Doctor King, in his Letter from Brirmingham Jail, blasted organized religion for not speaking out against brutal injustices, for being staunch supporters of the status quo. 40 years after Doctor King, 140 years after slavery, nothing has changed."

Another voice rang out now: "You say being gay is not a condition of birth. But genes and chromosones control your sexuality, your sexual preferences. The same genes and chromosomes that Christains say your God created. If you hate gays, you hate your own God who created them."

A third lone voice called out now: "And when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and hamlet, from every state and city, we will be able to speed up the day when ALL God's children, black men and white men, jews and gentiles, protestants and Catholics, gays and straights, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, 'Free at last, free at last, thank God allmighty, we are free at last!'" [I really, REALLY wish I had said that last night; I was definitely thinking it; but with a few thousand Christians screaming hallelujah for gay-bashing, I might not be alive today if I HAD said that last night].

"Your Martin Luther King sounds like he was a great and wise man," Odetha gazed questioningly, quizzically at me. She was unfamiliar with other religions, other traditons, except Gaia. But I was proud and happy to introduce her to the greatness of Doctor King, although I wish it had been under better circumstances.

"He was. And this so-called tribute greatly dishonors and disrespects him, his ideas, and his work. Shall we leave, ladies?"

(OOC: I am proud ro say that I did leave last night, among all the verbal gay-bashing. As I did, the preacher was still railing against gays, and the church was screaming hallelujah and praise Jesus. A shameful and disgraceful dishonor to Doctor King's memory that still has me upset today).

(I have been reading ML King's speeches all day, to honor today the great man who was so DIShonored at the supposed tribute to him last night).

As we left, Odetha surprised me by snuggling her curvy body under my arm as we walked. Perhaps seeing what the narrowness of religious extremism can lead to, compared to the generosity of spirit that was Doctor King, was starting to soften her own harsh, traditionalist Gaian stance toward me just a little bit now.

 

[katra_tyr_b]

"Then you shall stay, and gladden the heart of thy Master and thy Sisters with your presence? Oh, such joy you would bring to my heart if you say yes, you will serve me in the ways how I wish to be served, and that you will let me instruct you in the joys of today, and let me help you forget the sorrows of yesterday. Oh it would be unending joy for all in this household if you will but say yes, yes to life, yes to joy, yes to happiness, yes to ecstasy. Oh, but do say yes, now, Odetha!"

I paused and thought about it for some time before looking up at him. He seemed to be deep in thought as I replied, "Yes Master.. "

Somehow he didn't notice that I answered him. He must have been deeper in thought that I realized. But I returned to my normal chores.

Our Master announced we were going to visit a place and learn about a great American man called Martin Luther King Junior. LaToya and Lavonda seemed pleased to learn this since they are African also. I also learned from looking at one of Juju's books that African people were treated harshly during their lives. Something that lasted up until the sixties or so the book said.

I listened intently as the place began to fill with people. For us this was exciting as the Gaian Temple was never so packed. Things started to get very emotional as the speakers started talking. Voices raising in strange words that I had never heard before started to ring from around the room.

We all reflected an opinion of the reactions from the people around us and much to Master Joe's discomfort as we who were not taught much about the Christian God was not in tune to the reactions of the others around us.

Master Joe looked at us and "ssshhhhh"

That was somewhat confusing to us. As we were taught to be honest at all times. The debate continued and a lone man rallied against the sermonist. His words were ringing and then he spoke something that made us pause.

"I am glad to see that organized religion is being consistent. The victim deserves brutality for being different. 150 years ago, preachers stood at pulpits much like this one, and declared that African-Americans are less intelligent and less worthy than dogs, and that being chained and shackled in slavery is for the good of their own souls. 40 years ago, preachers stood at pulpits much like this, stating that civil rights workers like Doctor King deserved to be beaten and jailed for disturbing the status quo. And now in a meeting supposedly to honor the memory of Doctor King, you state that it is a biblical rightness that gays be denied the same rights as everyone else. Even Doctor King, in his Letter from Brirmingham Jail, blasted organized religion for not speaking out against brutal injustices, for being staunch supporters of the status quo. 40 years after Doctor King, 140 years after slavery, nothing has changed."

Then more talking went on and on. Finally I turned and looked at Master Joe. "Your Martin Luther King sounds like he was a great and wise man,"

"He was. And this so-called tribute greatly dishonors and disrespects him, his ideas, and his work. Shall we leave, ladies?" Master Joe sounded very upset but thankfully not at me or the rest of us.

I leaned closer and snuggled next to him as we walked to the van.

"Prehaps we can teach the future generations of our house to respect that man that they have forgotten what was trying to teach Man so long ago." I suggested.

We rode home and discussed how the people were getting excited for many reasons and then what it meant to us. Mynia remarked " I do not understand what that one woman meant Master Joe.. what is a handmaiden of the devil since we are daring not to be of the Christian faith as deemed by God Almighty?"

I listened to as did Jasmine as we also heard that woman's remark. Looking to our Master for the answer that we sought.

 

[kittykateater]

I liked Odetha's suggestion, that we in the former Squireshire house should live from now by the teachings of Martin Luther King, to be fair, just, magnamous to all humanity, those who are like us and those who are not. And that we teach this lesson to the children we are now raising, so they can teach Doctor King's dream to future generations. The preacher had obviously forgotten that message, but we of the Squiershire house would not and should not.

I now realized that Odetha is an intelligent woman with a good mind and kind instincts, a woman of quick wit and deep understanding, a true asset to our household, and I am glad now that we are starting to work out our differences. I am so glad now that she has agreed to stay with us, and to no longer fight all the good I have been doing and am continuing to do within our household.

I told Odetha about what Christianity was supposed to be about, such as "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you," and how sad it is that so many so-called Christians, like that preacher, mouth the words but don't live the message.

Odetha, smart lady that she is, corerctly observed that Christians do not have an exclusive on the idea of treating others as you want them to treat you. It was an idea that she instantly warmed to, took to heart, after a lifetime of being treated in cruel and brutal ways that she would never treat others, she understood and embraced this principle, yet she is no Christian and has no desire to become one.

Odetha asked me the meaning of that woman's remark about devil's handmaiden. How to answer her? After her lifetime of having cruelty and brutality aimed at her, I had vowed to shelter Odetha from any further pain for the rest of her life. And yet I knew the explanation would be a painful one to her.

"It is a sad fact of life, my sweet Odetha, that there are bad people in this world who do bad things. Who are not happy unless they spread misery and opression. She is one of them. Without knowing who you are, without knowing anything at all about you, she decided to hate you."

"Well, THAT"s unfair!" she sobbed into my chest.

"TERRIBLY unfair. But religious extremists are like that. They are deathly afraid of anyone who is not like them, and out of fear they lash out cruelly. She forgot another cornerstone of Christian tecahing: 'Judge not, that ye be not judged.'"

"Oh, Master!" she cried. "I fear I did that to you. I judged you harshly and cruelly, for not being of the first Gaian temple tradition, without knowing a thing about you!"

"Shh! Shh!" I held her close and stroked her soft, lustrous hair, "I forgive you. I love you, Odetha, as any true Master should love all of his Daughters. But unlike that woman who insulted you, you have learned the error of your ways and become a better person already for it."

"I pity that woman her fear and hatred," Odetha's one remaining eye sparkled with new-found wisdom. "How crushing and enslaving that must be for her!"

I told Odetha and the others something I have told nobody in many years. How my grandfather was locked up in a Nazi concentration camp for no crime than being Jewish. How on escaping to America, he was told in so many subtle and not so subtle ways, that Jews were not welcome in the small town where he settled. One example: there was a small-town code word in real estate ads in rural America in the 1940s: "churches nearby." Churches, no synagogues. The message was glaringly clear: Jews go away!

I also told how my mother took to heart the discrimination she had seen and felt on both sides of the Atlantic, and in the 1960s she fought tirelessly at a local level in the black Civil Rights movement. How she stood on the steps of the local city hall, amid hundreds of men and women of good will, and sang loudly, "We Shall Overcome" and shouted "Jim Crow Must Go" (referring to segregation laws) at the top of her lungs. I explained a lot to all my Daughters of Passsion, about the civil rights movement and my mother's admittedly minor role in it.

I told them of Martin Luther King's philosophy of non-violence, and his endless well of patience and tolerance. For he taught that though a man beat you for your beliefs, you meet his hatred with the redemptiive and healing power of love, not with hatred of your own. Meet hate always with love, and you will conquer that hate and win your goals. It morked for the Mahatma Gandhi in non-violently freeing India from British rule. And it worked for Doctor King in freeing America from segregation. I then spoke of how strongly my mom believed in that message, in those principles, and how tirelessly she fought for civil rights within our little town.

"You must be very proud of your mom," Odetha whispered.

"Immensely. More than you will ever know. But now that you know this about me, perhaps you will understand a little better, Odetha, where I am coming from philosophically, and why I discipline all of you out of love and respect and kindness, never out of meanness and cruelty as Lord Skylar did. And perhaps, unlike that vicious and narrow-minded lady who called you a devil's handmaiden, you can forgive me for being different than you are. Maybe in time, even come to love me, as I already love you."