This Master’s left earlobe was pierced this morning by another brother Master. Master Steve Sampson. We were sitting outside his kitchen on the patio in the sunlight having coffee and toast. It was early. The wind was blowing easily and the rest of the household was barely stirring.

Steve offered to read my astrological chart as well as my that of my slaveboi. Master Panman of Collars Magazine had provided them for us a few months ago and we had carried them with us in our album. Steve pulled out things like I’ve never heard before... like that I experience the world first with my mouth - that I go into a new situation with my mouth open. And I always thought I was a butt man. Well, perhaps sexually.... But it’s true. I do, do this.

Just as we were about to start my boi arrived and I had him stand in front of me as I meditated deeply in anticipation of the needle in the skilled hands of the piercer. He, Steve, explained that the hole in my body would allow negative energy to leave and good Spirit to enter. There was no doubt - no fear.

Master Steve is half Cherokee - a holy man - a Buddhist and a Shaman. We are visiting this ‘Land’s End’ acre on the outskirts of the city just below the Arial Tramway. There is Steve’s home, a sprawling three bedroom plus den and office with three car garage, surrounded by patios and landscape including a new lap-pool. But far out across the back of the land is the BUTCHMANN"S ACADEMY building housing a barracks, dungeon and over-seer’s quarters. It’s huge with high ceilings and roll-up doors for shipping and receiving of various ‘properties’. Totally functional - equipped for training, torture, incarceration and good old fashioned SM sex. No imagination, no desire need be left yearning. This is a hub of the global Master/slave tribe.

As I said earlier, this is my first piercing -ever. It’s not something I felt compelled to do or not do. It’s more that a fellow Master simple asked me if I would like my ear pierced. I unhesitatingly said, "Yes". It’s true he had no idea it would be my first or that I had talked it over with myself from time to time. He opened his medical case and offered a selection of jewelry. Immediately I pointed to a 12ga. Titanium gray ring w/a Hematite barbell...

Did it hurt? On a scale from 1-10, it was seven -painful. I breathed deep, closed my eyes and went with it. When my eyes opened there was my boi’s face smiling with his septum piercing shining in the sunshine. It was an immediate new bonding amongst all of us - especially this Master and his slaveboi. When I looked in the mirror I saw a whole frame, not just a man with a hoop. Not necessarily more, but a new, masculinity. Writing this just a few hours later, it’s too soon to tell all the meanings. Reactions will help. A female house guest saw a pirate. Like I said, I sense it more than I see it. The pain is gone; the itching too But there is a lasting presence. I think it symbolizes an arrival upon a plateau long yearned for which falls easily under a personal code of outrageous. Yes, a belongingness in a way that can only be achieved by doing.

Perhaps even an epiphany coming on. I see myself upon a mesa which looks empty of population or development to the distant eye. Yet we live here in the quite Spirit of the wind. Yes, "WindSpirit" is my name for this experience. I don’t know if I claim this name or it claims me: "WindSpirit". The last time this happened to me was when I was walking in the San Bernardino Mountains. I reached down and picked up a piece of pine bark which I held above my left wrist as a bracelet with an elastic taken from my pony tail. It called to me: "SnowDance", and that became the name of the cabin I would soon build at Big Bear Lake.

I said to Master Steve, "For a long long time I have mused about a global network of Masters and slaves - something ‘beyond’ - mysterious - remote - foreign - like a Bedouin Tribe or a secret fraternity of super rich barons with harems of boys, girls, men, women - slaves. Suddenly I realize that we are an Inner Circle - perhaps more. Corporations own their executives. Armies own their generals. Political power brokers own their governments. But more in the sense of Spirit/Heart, we are those who recognize and realize the trilogy of Spirit/Heart/Sexuality through radical role and sex practices - most especially Master/slave without regard to gender, race or culture. We are the "WindSpirit People" of the universe.