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Lifetime In A Box (part 4) The journal was of soft brown leather, spiral bound, perhaps two inches thick with gold embossed lettering on the front. There was places along the edges that were slightly worn that indicated the book had been handled often.Running her hand over the cover, Carol felt a small shudder run through her. They were about to step into the private thoughts written by the hand of the older woman. She wondered if they should? Did they have the right to do such a thing? To invade the privacy of this woman they had never truly known? Sharing Carol's thoughts, Lynn suggested they should return the book to the box, but for some reason Carol felt a strong compulsion to read what Dorothy had written. Taking the book, she sat back down, as Lynn moved the other items aside and joined her. Opening the book they saw written in a bold hand writing on the inside front cover was a dedication. To: Dorothy Goodson May the words you write upon these pages help us both in the adventure we are about to take. It is my hope and desire that this will help you to discover the person within yourself that I know lies hidden. It is my deepest dream to help you discover that inner self, courage and strength that is there, then to emerge the totally beautiful and confident woman I know you are. Wade Henderson November 1962 The first entries in the book, Dorothy had written a short biography of her past. Listing her date of birth, the place where she had been born, grew up and gone to school. She had written about her parents, her brother, childhood friends, and the early days of her life before she had met Wade.From what she had written, her life had not been a hard one, but there had been times that had not been easy either. She had felt the pangs of first love, several crushes, and one special love that had its bitter end. Before Wade, Dorothy had come close to marriage a few times, but fate had played its hand and those relationships had ended.Dorothy had been in her late twenties when she had discovered the D/s lifestyle. There had been trainers, mentors, and Doms, but none had touch her deep inside. In mid August of 62, through a mutual friend Wade and Dorothy had met. At first she had been a little put off by his stern ways, but for a reason she herself couldn't quite understand had decided to get to know him. It hadn't taken to long for Dorothy to realize that under the facade was a caring, gentle and loving man.Although he could be very stern, and indeed had his sadistic moments he took pleasure in, she had found that he never allowed for safety to be ignored.By November of 62 Wade and Dorothy had decided to move in together. Wade had given her the journal to write her thoughts in, and at times Wade would read through it. Dorothy had confided in the journal how at first it had bothered her, but Wade had talked with her and assured her of its importance in his coming to understand her.As Dorothy begin to grow closer to Wade, she begin to understand him better. His demands on her never let up nor his expectations and encouragement's of her to expand herself both personally or professionally. With his guidance by February of 63 Dorothy had enrolled in a junior collage.In June of that year she and Wade had experienced there first real differences of opinion. While she had wanted to distance herself from her family, Wade had been livid about her wanting to. Dorothy had written that all she wanted or needed was Wade, but he had been firm in the decision that for her to cut herself off from everyone was unhealthy and unnatural. We need our ties with family and friends, he had said to her. They are what keep us grounded to the realities of life. They are what complete us and help to shape the person we are and become. Without them we become like a beautiful peace of music that no one ever hears. Our life, like music should be shared so the music never dies and goes on for ever.With that Dorothy had contacted her parents, and in early July gone to visit renewing the ties with them and her brother. Wade had gone with her, and she had marveled at how his presence seemed to bind them all closer.In August of 63 she and Wade had agreered upon her total commitment to him as his slave. He had arranged for a formal collaring to take place with there friend present. During the ceremony Wade had her nipples pierced, and toward the end of the ceremony they exchanged wedding vowels. Two weeks later before her family and his they again exchanged vowels. (end part 4) Lifetime In A Box (part 5) Dorothy continued to write daily about her new life as both Wades wife and slave. She would sometimes vent the frustration of combining the roles, or the need to be just his wife at times rather then his slave. It wasn't that she wanted to be less slave and more wife, but had more to do with the conflict within herself of what she had been taught growing up a wife's roll should be. As the time begin to pass her writings reveled a slow mingling of the two into one. It was in February of 1964 that Dorothy had first written her suspicions that she was pregnant. She was excited, yet she confided her fear at having a child so late in life, after all she would soon be 38 and Wade was nearly 39. She wasn't even sure he would want a child at this time of his life. During the next several weeks Dorothy made no mention of her possible pregnancy. It was in the last week of March that Wade had confronted her about the possibility and expressed his concern. He had been very pleased at the prospect of becoming a father but was extremely concerned about her health and the chance of harm to either her or the baby, especially during any play they did. Wade had taken matters into his hands arranging for her to be seen by a friend of his that was in the medical profession. During the next several months, under close supervision, Dorothy had proceeded with her pregnancy. Early in the pregnancy it was detected that she had a problem. Her cervix was blocked by the ever growing placenta, which had brought about bed rest. There was concern also for Dorothy, she showed signs of anemia, and water retention. Her blood pressure was difficult to control. She experienced bouts of small hemorrhages, then later the doctor told them of the breach position the baby was in. Dorothy had small bouts of depression, that her family nor friends seemed to be able to help with. Wade himself had been worried about her. Dorothy confided in her journal her feelings of letting Wade down, of not being able serving him as she should. The last weeks of her pregnancy Dorothy had expressed concern. She was worried about the baby, she had felt no movement. Wade was often quiet and would change the subject should she say anything. She had noticed the way the doctor had been subtle in his conversations with her, yet would speak quietly with Wade with looks of concern in his expressions.Finally a week before her date to deliver, Dorothy had begin to hemorrhage and was rushed to the hospital, hours later with Wade holding to her, she had been told that their son had been still born.Dorothy had not written anything more into her journal during the year and a half that followed. When once again she had put pen to paper, Dorothy spoke of the grief and sorrow the loss had brought to her. Of the pain of knowing she would have no other children due to the complications during the pregnancy, and the hysterectomy that followed. She spoke of the weeks and months of recovery. The conflicts that sometimes occurred between Wade and herself, but mostly the support and love Wade had given to her. But above all was her renewed desire to once again give herself to serve the man that she held in her heart as her husband, but as her soul mate and Master. To once again serve him hole heatedly was now her primary goal that would once again bring back the meaning of joy and happiness to her life. (end part 5) Lifetime In A Box (part 6) While Dorothy did not make daily entries into her journal, she stayed fairly consistent. Through out 1966 and into 1967 she spoke or the retraining she under went at Wades hand bringing her back to her role as his slave. There would be days that she would spend wearing nothing but her collar and cuffs, kneeling beside Wades chair saying not a word without his permission. She wrote of the nights spent sleeping on the floor at the foot of his bed, the punishments for infractions of assignments given and not completed. Yet always there in her words was the love she held for him, and in turn his love and concern for her. Even when she was being punished there was always his tender touches as he would check her for any signs of bruising, the vitamins he made sure she took daily, and the blanket that always seemed to be over her come the morning light when she had been made sleep on the floor.Dorothy wrote in her journal about the single red rose that she found every Sunday morning lying beside her, each thorn carefully removed, with a thin black ribbon tied in a bow just below the bloom. Just as routinely upon finding the rose, Dorothy would remove two petals and the ribbon, she would then place them beside Wades breakfast plate then take her place kneeling beside his chair, remaining there until he had finished his meal, when he had left the table she would clear away the table, the petals and ribbon were always gone. In the fall of 1967 Dorothy wrote into her Journal about the upcoming wedding of her brother to his childhood girlfriend. Her excitement filled the pages as she wrote of the various shopping trips, and details of the arrangements. She was like a child filled with wonder as she told of the winters first snow fall on the day of the wedding and the many little hazards that befall the best plans made. Her feelings of happiness for the couple when they were presented to the family and friends as Mr. and Mrs., and the sadness of knowing in her heart that her little brother was indeed a grown man now. But of all the wonderful moments shared of that day, what stood out most was the warmth of the arms that surrounded her and the emotional words in her ear as Wade whisper to her, " my lil One, I do and will always love you, not even death will ever change that. (end part 6)
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