The obedient servant

Imagine for a moment if you will a most obedient and faithful servant.  He or She strives with all that they are to submit to the will of the one.  Imagine this person, in what ever gender or age comes to mind, on bent knee, striving to understand as completely as possible the behavior that is desired and expected of them.  You know this mindset, the one that always seeks to please and be obedient in all things.

Now imagine this person doing something they know is wrong, something not allowed.  You know how they will react.  Such a person will feel terrible shame in the weakness that lead to this failure.  Of course they will confess their failure with a truly repentant heart and beg to receive release from their guilt with penance.  But here is the million dollar question.. Am I describing a Master and slave or a Christian confessional?

Through the millenniums the motivations and behaviors of men has not changed.  What motivated a person to serve another a thousand years ago is true today.  Something to chew on my friends….  Carpe Diem

The warmth of Ds

I was speaking with a new Dominant regarding the joy of Domination and a few things struck me.  As I was speaking of all the things we must UNlearn, I learned something myself.

I know that my slave constantly seeks to please me.  I know this.  I also know that I am a sadist bastard that takes pleasure in watching her squirm as I put obstacles in her path, as I question her understanding, as I play sadistic little mind fucks with her.  Here is my epiphany:

Nillas say “I Love you”.   I need to  watch my slave overcoming any sadist mind fuck or obstacle I place in her path to pleasing me because it proves to me who we are, and how much we care for each other.


 

If this was not consensual, all this mind fuckery would be abuse.  New couples need to UNlearn that doing this shit is abuse.

But once we come to grips with who and what you are, seeing someone strive so hard to please the Master they serve, to show their love and devotion, when it is being made really hard to do, just proves how deep that love really runs.

When I do something to Izrina that nillas might think is cruel, say like trying to make her cry.. and she rises to the occasion and stays by my side, still loving and obedient, what more proof do you need that this is a relationship of value?

The words “I love you” are just words.  My slave proves her love constantly, even when I make it damn near impossible to do so.  We go way past saying it.  We take it to the next level.  She proves her love every fucking day.  Yes. fucking.  This observation needs the gravity of a curse word to underscore it.

What a lovely day to be a Master or slave.. Carpe Diem my friends!

 

Powerful men

Last night was the Hudson Valley Love of Leather munch.  I sat with a pair of gentlemen who clearly had some power and prestige at work.  I listened as they discussed 150 million dollar projects and politicians that were personable in a face to face, but not that smart.  Here were two men, clearly with the means to live an affluent life, with power over projects that would involve hundreds of lives.. and they were both submissive.

I asked if they thought that women had an easier time coming out as a submissive than men.  One gentlemen showed his “executive side”.  He laid out the structures of power at work, making it clear that people are only equality at the various levels.. the workers were equal, the supervisors were equal, the manager were equal.  His tone took on the persona of a Dominant, that deadly serious, “don’t fuck me because I am not on the same level as you”, tone.

Me, I never tire of being Dominant. at work or at home.  It’s difficult for me to relate to wanting to be Dominant in one part of my life, and not in another.  Its a failure really.  By understanding this need, we are better prepared to be a Dominant to someone who needs that kind of duality in their life.

Well, maybe not failure.  Since my slave does not have these conditions, I don’t need to understand them to manage her mind.  I am sure if she was a high placed executive, I would manage just fine because I would have direct access to a mind that thought along these lines, and I would find the keys that unlock her happiness.  I am if nothing, supremely confident.

My question though remained.  Suffrage for women started nearly a century ago.  In the sixties women’s liberation picked up a lot of momentum.  I personally feel that the move to equality has made great strides.  If a woman wants to come out as submissive, that may appear as a betrayal of the equality movement, but I think it will be better tolerated than a man doing it.

There have always been men who pretended to be macho, but then went home and were a happy little door mouse.  In the bars with their friends, they could boast about managing the ball and chain, but at home they quietly and happily let their wife run the show.

Being “a man’s man” is a thing.  Men take tremendous pride in being the top dog.  To reveal what might be considered a weakness can be devastating.  Its like when a woman at a munch says, I’m a slave and then a Dominant treats them like a slave.. and the woman has to remind the idiot that I am not YOUR slave.  Like the idiot, many men might not understand that a man who is a slave to his wife, is NOT a slave to anyone else.  This applies to all genders and situations but especially I think with men.

And why exactly are men slaves so fucking demanding?  Not all of them, but many are just plain ballsy about demanding that someone beat them.  But I digress.  It was another pleasant day, living with X.   It is a stimulating life, full of things to discover, discuss, and explore.   Carpe Diem my friends.   Go be someones great day!

 

Oh.. and regarding Izrina’s loss that I mentioned in the last blog.  In spite of my best efforts to make her have a nice cathartic cry on my shoulder, she has not.  It might be that I’ve underestimated the level my training has sunk in.  I handed the phone to my daughter so they could talk, and when it was handed back to me, she scolded me for trying to make Izrina cry.  I laughed.. quite a bit.. Izrina who could not hear wanted to know what was so funny.  So I explained I had been scolded by an eighteen year old.  I am closer to my slave than anyone and I’ll decide what she does and doesn’t need.    Time heals all wounds. We all just need some time and support to be able to move on.  I’m on it…

A friend and a partner

I don’t have a lot of time to go into this today.  A friend and a partner has passed away.  A much beloved horse, who was dear to Izrina died in the early am yesterday.

I could go into the spiritual side, that all living things are connect on another level, that every blade of grass, every tree, every insect, every small furry thing, every human, yes ever creature large and small is just the fingers of God poking into our world, and that we are all connected in ways we barely perceive.

Or I could go  into the side that sees this body and mind as the real us, and grieves for the loss of companionship and joy that another life, human or animal, can bring.

I could talk about how, when we grieve, we grieve for our own loss, but if we truly understand and believe in our eternal selves then we should be happy for those who graduate, who get to go to the next great adventure of their spiritual life.

But I haven’t got time right now.   Life is good. Carpe Diem my friends.