I am the Master of my property. This is a TPE or CNC relationship. A long time ago, I started to be amused when my slave’s behavior needed correction but that’s a blog for another time. On this particular day, while she was working she checked in as ordered. I announced I was thinking of going to a movie this evening.
There is a line of thinking that a slave is not a slave unless they do the things they are told but don’t like, as well as the things they do like, AND that you should test this once in a while. She was thinking that the movie might also include dinner too that evening, but I had decided that the movie would no longer please me.
Now in a vanilla relation, you would talk first, see how the other feels about this offer being taken back off the table. That’s not how we work. Our priorities go like this:
- Slave’s needs
- Master’s needs
- Master’s wants
- Slave’s wants
It’s not that I don’t consider her wants, I just won’t do it if it conflicts with what I want. By days end, I just wasn’t feeling like going out anymore. Events had made me more inclined for some Chinese food and a cultured evening in with my smoking jacket and my pipe.. yes I’m kidding but more on that later in this blog.
So after she had a shower and had dressed in something appealing to me, I announced that I had changed my mind and it would please me if she ordered Chinese, spicy for me, and ran out to get it. That matter was taken care of and she came back presently with the little containers of take out which she dutifully transferred to real china and served in the appropriate manner based on her protocols.. meaning she held the food for me in structured way, while waiting patiently for me to take it from her.
Since my change in plans had gone so smoothly, with absolutely no sign of regret or resistance I felt compelled to test her further that evening. As she stood there holding the food I took my time to acknowledge her presence and when I did, rather than take the food, I looked straight into her eyes. They were sparkling and a broad grin broke out on her face. The bitch not only saw I was provoking her, she was looking forward to what sadistic test I might torment her with next. This canvas on which I do my great creation of slave thought process has come so very far!
I took the food and motioned for her to join me. We then went through our little “dining protocol” . This is a matter in which she receives permission to start eating in such a way that is so subtle that I can and often do torture her with it in public. Partly for the psychological sadism of denying her permission to start, and partly for the amusement that we are doing this BDSM thing in plain sight of folks who have no clue as to the drama going one before them.
Afterward, satisfied and pleased beyond words with my canvas, my property, I settled in for a cultured evening with my smoking jacket and pipe. Or at least my version of it. She lay down with her head in my lap to read yet another chapter of the book we are sharing, while I got out the Xbox controller and listened with deep interest as I occupied a small part of my attention on some mindless fun. It is strange how these little moments, like that brief sparkle in her eye, or the simple joy of a book shared, bring such deep joy. Time for a quote:
It is strange to a Nilla, that in bondage, a slave finds freedom. But in keeping boundaries, these same people create a prison from which their hearts are never truly free. This is a sadness that pains and frustrates me. I wish they could see, what I see. ~Xtac quote