If I am not happy..

I meant to write this right after the trigger for this blog happened.. but then life got in the way.

If I am not happy, you are damn well not going to be happy.   That’s just the way its going to work with this Master.

Right now I am lying in bed with my slave after a very slow and delicious morning of using my slave and I would say we are both quite happy right now.  But its not  always this way.

Some days my slave forgets that I think, she thinks, her world revolves around me.  Does her world revolve around me?  Most days.  But other days not so much.  We went out for pizza last night and I ordered her a draft.  I prefer a bottle she said… I got no “thank you”.  With anyone else, this might not be an infraction, but I expect to be appreciated..even when I am trying to get it right, but not quite there.

There will be consequences for snits, and moments of pouting.  I have no problem giving you something to really be unhappy about.  In fact, I think I really enjoy it when I get to make your bad day worse.  There is something infinitely pleasing to me when the sadist in me is unleashed and a slightly rebellious slave suddenly re-finds their submissive side.

My ultimate goal, as odd as this may sound, is a happy slave.  NOT a happy girl friend or some other nilla goal.  My desire is to have and keep a slave.  I want her to be happy but more importantly I want her to be happy in and because of that role.  You can’t live that, if you aren’t willing to take control.  You have to put aside your political correctness and embrace the fact that you wont care if you are making another person unhappy. You might even begin to enjoy those moments.  If you are unhappy, then damit, you have to be able to make your slave share that unhappiness until you are happy again.

I am not talking about abuse.  The Master and slave relationship is based on consent.  What I am talking about is more like tough love.  The love that lets a person fall down so that they can learn.  Its about taking away happiness based on self indulgences and replacing them with happiness based an a selfless giving.  Well, maybe not all self indulgences… I know my slave needs chocolate from time to time, and maybe a glass of wine.

I can’t tell you all you need to know is a few brief paragraphs but I can tell you that at first it may be hard as a new Master to suck up your discomfort and be a hard taskmaster.  It may be difficult as a new slave to find your pleasure in the pleasure of someone else.. even when your heart isn’t in it.  These are the challenges, but also the rewards.  When we DO put aside these fears and concerns, when we do dedicate ourselves to our sacred roles, we find a place of great peace and pleasure.

Relations like life have their ups and downs.  The Ds life though should be a constant.  And one constant you can count on, at least from me is,  if I’m not happy then I am going to provide the opportunity to change that.. and if that doesn’t work… there will be more unhappiness.

Losing my slave

Busy, busy, busy…  Started this quite some time ago.  New deck, new deck furniture, 40 tons of driveway gravel, cutting blocks for a water garden, new bird feeding area… The House of X project doesn’t leave a lot of time for my electronic life… That being said..


So Izrina has been my “beck and call” girl  ( to borrow a line from pretty woman ) for a a very long time now, but I am losing her to that old ball and chain.. money.  She started a new job today.  When she wasn’t working, it was pretty sweet.

IF you read my last Blog, you know how I feel about her having to remove her “necklace”.  Collars are a very big thing with me.  They can be a very emotional thing for many Masters and slaves.

I remember being at a convention some eight years ago and being in line at the food court where a slave kept touching her neck.  She looked at me and said in a sad voice, I miss it.  She was wearing a teairra crown that her Master had given to her.. there was some kind of issue which kept her from wearing the collar.  In her mind, it was still there..it had to be there..

Then there was the Master who removed a slaves collar as punishment for bad behavior…. not good.  There is an almost mystical connection between a slave and talisman of that ownership.  Some punishments are just cruel and inhuman.

So it is that when after cutting the lock from my slave collar so she could work in this new job, I gave her an ankle collar as a backup.  NOW,  when she gets to work, she can unfasten the collar and place it on her car seat, but still have a backup on her person that acts as a constant reminder of her commitment to love and serve the Master she has offered herself to.



Very pretty…  Yeah, that works.


A tale of two…. Masters

Everyone and I do mean everyone has someone or something they are subservient to.  I have said it many times, we live in a web of various power systems and in these systems we seek to find our place of comfort.  I won’t however go off on that point, as it detracts from my main focus… my slave.

My slave has been wearing her collar now for quite some time.  It never comes off.. ever.  It goes in the shower and on the beach, and well.. everywhere.  When she was going to get surgery, we took out her nipple rings, but the lock to her collar wouldn’t budge.  The key snapped trying to open it.  Guess the insides just froze solid.

So off she went to surgery with the fact that it could not be removed, and that was accepted.  But now..

Izrina is taking a job working with food, and in addition to a stylish hairnet.. ha!  there is a firm rule, no jewelry.  What to do?

On one side of the isle is the Master who will have no other Master before me.  That collar is a symbol of that Mastery.   It doesn’t get removed.. end of story.  And then there is that other Master, the need to make money..

In the course of making money we all accept another Master into our lives, our boss.  It is a simple thing really, the natural order of things.  For a business to thrive and be profitable, tasks which lead to those profits must be managed.  We accept these things as one of the structures of power we enter into when we take a job.

It is both reasonable for me to accept the removal of her collar as a condition of work, and it is equally reasonable for me put down my Master’s foot and say no to this line of of work that would intrude upon our cherished sacred symbol.

I prepared today for the time when she might have to remove her collar, herself.  I wasn’t going touch the collar though.  It was the lock that had to go.  I took a towel, covered her hair,  and skin, and then with a dremel tool, cut the lock free.  I replaced it with a clasp.  What a sad, melancholy moment.  Sometimes you have to compromise.

I think I will give her an ankle collar that she can wear out of sight, so that she is never without a symbol of my ownership.   I don’t like making compromises with my Mastery.