When you are the proud owner of a consensual slave, you will find yourself at some point dealing with a person who has suffered a tragic loss. Now tragedies come in all sizes, large and small. When a person loses a loved one, this is one of those large tragedies. Even if we have a spiritual perspective on these things: that eternal life is ours and that we can not be separated forever by death, there is still the loss of your loved ones comforting voice, their laugh, and their warm embrace. It brings into focus the question – what is real? Too often, pain seems more real than joy.
The single most important thing I teach, is how to be happy. I insist on speaking of this to those close around me. I desire that those in close proximity to me, be pleasant, happy, and fulfilled. The two greatest things you can learn are “How to be happy”, and “How to make good decisions”. Nothing else you learn is as important as these. You would think every formal education system would include this in their curriculum. Happiness no doubt eludes even you, my dear reader, from time to time. For all my wisdom, it eludes me as well, when I lose my way. As fulfilled as I am, there are times I lose my way, forget what I know, and what I have learned.
Happiness is always just a change in perspective away. Saying this is much easier than being this. I keep a sports car, a convertible, for pleasant drives on summer days. One particularly bad winter, the shelter in which it is kept partially collapsed. My daughter was greatly concerned for how I would handle this. I like to think that I rose to the challenge, and demonstrated back to those around me, what I preach. Granted, losing a beloved possession is not the same as losing a loved one, but neither is it a simple thing to find our happiness when faced with these kinds of things. It helps to think of these things as a challenge to prove that we can walk the walk. Hmmm – losing a beloved possession. That phrase takes on special meaning when you are a slave owner – but I digress.
My slave has had losses recently. She is a person who values her privacy. She doesn’t like when I share tidbits from her life, but I do it anyway. I reason, that if I own her, I own it all.. I own her body, her mind, and her will. All are mine to do with as I please, and we need to get past any point where this is contested. It needs to be accepted with trust and simple humility. But this slavery is also consensual and mutual happiness is the goal, so I balance her desire for privacy – to some degree – with my desire to share with others what I have learned. Having said all that, I will tell you now that my slave has suffered both large and small tragedies in recent months. You need to know that much, for me to explain how I dealt with it, and how the lessons learned might apply to you if you have a similar situation arise.
Immediately after her loss, her life was thrown into disarray. I saw two ways to bring her through this valley of darkness. One way was to impose greater structure and control onto her life. This way would be appropriate if she needed to bury her pain, and shelve it for moments when she could deal with it by herself, in small doses, at appropriate times. Much like returning to work right after a funeral, busy hands and minds are often the best medicine for grief.
The other way was to loosen the control and structure over her life, allowing her to be less of a slave and more of person who could come to me seeking understanding and comfort. The latter choice, to walk away from my dynamic, troubles me deeply but I also recognize that no one plan fits all slaves. Inside the complex mix of desires, needs, wants, philosophies, understandings, beliefs, and all the other things that makes up a personality, each slave has their own perfect buttons that unlocks who and what they are.
I will tell you that some protocols slipped. Sometimes she was irritable with me. These are things I would normally never tolerate. Yet I knew, deep inside that she was in that valley of the shadow of death, and I knew what she needed, and when. This is all rather vague instruction on how to fix the problem, I will grant you, but as I observe often, you must direct the mind of a slave not the body. You must Master the tools of observation, of patience, and of calculated and artistic manipulations that bring about in your property, your canvas, your great achievement: The creation of a slave who is perfect for you, and who in turn is as mutually happy with the result.
In time, the protocols all came back stronger than before, the slave at my feet more sure of who and what she was, and what she wanted. I like to think that two faced as one, this challenge.
Why now? Why do I suddenly want to write of this now? Because a minor tragedy is faced. A small trinket of great sentimental value was lost. I will use this loss as yet an opportunity, to speak of being pleasant, and of being responsible for our own happiness. I will use this as a chance to teach that which is easy to say and hard to do.. that happiness is always just a change in perspective away.
Life is not static, there are no dependable constants in all of the things around us that most consider to be real and valuable. But when we consider that things that CAN be constant, we touch on things that are harder to hold up as real. When we place our trust in uncommon currencies, like the exchange of love for example, or the value of satisfaction in honest labor, these are things that ARE constant. We can always have them. When we pour out love into the world, it comes back to us in surprising ways.
Because life is not static, neither is blind devotion to an inflexible dynamic a good thing. This needs to be a flexible thing. Yes, your protocols need to be consistent, and you will need to be an irresistible force, but the times in which you bring to bear the full force of that indomitable spirit, must be flexible. I have spoken on this many times before. No matter where your slave’s mindset is at the moment, there needs to be knowledge that while Master may be gentle, Master is always there waiting to take possession, to control what is his through consent.
I can not tell you exactly how to bring YOUR slave back from a tragedy, but I can tell you that if they truly consent to giving all that they are to you, and desire this deeply, and if you stay in your sacred role, and have the intelligence, patience and compassion to deal with their needs, you can not only help them through, but also make stronger your slave’s understanding that they have chosen wisely, the Master to serve.