Many in the lifestyle don’t really know how to define this word ‘slave’, let alone even know what one is. To many think we have no brain, no thoughts of our own, that we jump when Master snaps His fingers. We are agreeable to the point that it’s abusive or because we are needy, no self esteem. That slaves chose this because we are not strong, we need to be led, no confidence in ourselves. You couldn’t be more wrong. Im one of the strongest women you will ever meet, but i have weak areas, things Master works on the make sure I’m balanced and strong .
Who is a slave? Anyone. Male or female, has this desire to serve. It’s actually with us from birth. I have thoughts, opinions, and ideas. I have to be in charge in parts my life, but i hate being in charge. My Master will even ask for my thoughts on any given subject, sometimes I don’t give it readily, which His next statement to me will be something like, ” I know I could tell you how to think/ feel but I honestly want your thoughts”. I will usually share them once I know I’ve been given the freedom to do so. To share my own thoughts without asking first or just to say them can come at a cost. I fully expect it, it hits me afterwards. I need a filter. A slave gives respect and love and gets even more in return. We like knowing what our dominant partner/spouse wants, we live to serve. Serving grounds us, it’s healing, it warms the slave heart and we do all we do with a smile, not out of fear of retribution. Oh my, that’s a big word, wonder if I used it correctly. Lol. I do have a brain!!
I think people don’t get to see this side of M/s. They forget that there’s a real couple in there. A real Master, a real slave. My Master makes sure I’m doing good emotionally/physically/ spiritually, He’s busy often but always makes time to balance me back out, that’s real love. I am allowed my own opinions, except for football (kidding) , my Master values me. He doesn’t require me to only like His likes, only think how He wants me to think. When Master wanted to start a new chapter in His life/our life, He actually sat me down laid it all out there for me, wanted/encouraged me to ask questions. He wanted to know if I could serve/please Him in His new endeavors. Does this sound like I’m some lost sheep, not on your life. Master makes sure I can talk to Him about anything, happy stuff, things I need His input on, things I’m dealing with, things I can’t control, things that piss me off. He can tell when my mood changes and asks what’s up, I’m given time to process so I can put it into words even though that part drives Him batshit crazy. He has never once said to me, “slave, stop having feelings, opinions, and stop talking to me like I care about your life, just suck my dick”
Master makes me feel like I contribute to our lives. His is on a much bigger scale, but I’m by His side each day. I work my ass off too. He makes me feel as I matter. I feel loved or I wouldn’t stay. Master is putting our lives together, He always has the plan, I just need to follow. But each time His plan is complete and ready He will tell me the plan, ask what I think. I matter! See, not mindless.not brainless.
From a child we are taught to be strong, don’t show weakness. For women a little weakness is ok, crying ok, not for males. Women are shown how to care for children, make meals, serve the man, serve the family this will be your pride and joy. The world just described a slave, but we must never use that word. It has a negative connotation and stigma. But for me to be truly happy, I need to serve.
Looking for balance and acceptance. That comes with strength. Master accepts me as I am. The children accept me as I am. Do I accept myself? Does the world? This can get tricky. To be a good slave, one must clear out all teachings from others that go against the grain. Remember we’ve had a lifetime of picking up others teachings on who we should be. But make known that ‘I want to be His slave’, and everybody flips the fuck out. I’ve lost many friends with the thought that they will accept me as I am, not so, even lifestyle friends. My married friends, I used to think ‘they will get it’. Married friend ,Jenn, I said you serve your hubby, I serve my boyfriend I just choose to call Him Master, she’s angry. I point out all the ways slaves and wives are similar now there’s a heated argument, no more friendship.
I don’t usually lead conversations with new people like, ” Hi, I’m so and so, I’m a slave to my Master. I serve Him in any capacity He should desire. I feel whole and compete when doing so. The world thinks I have no brain, no rights, no opinions, no thoughts of my own. I do. Some think it’s abusive.Some think my Master is like a mad scientist in a lab wanting to make the perfect slave. Here I am, I was awakened by Master draining my brain of knowledge to only out in thoughts such as, ‘ Yes Master, whatever you want Master, your wish is my command Master .” Yeah, That almost never happens, lol.
Granted my Master knows the lifestyle, and I am agreeable to His wants and desires. But I was asked first. My Master asked me if I knew about being a slave, He could tell I had. But Could I serve Him, Him only. Could I put Him first in thought and deed. Could I say ‘Yes Master’ when He gives a command. And could I serve Him all my days and be happy. Masters know we slaves have free will, it’s a choice we make. I was given time to think on such things, ask any questions. I already knew my answer, my heart skipped a beat when Master wanted me to serve Him. He could have picked anyone, but He chose me to serve. What an honor!
Does anyone even understand what an honor it is to a slave to be asked to serve? No. We slaves wander ,looking for a Master who can be all we need, let us serve with a hearts desire.
Slaves cry, feel pain, are happy, work, are mothers/fathers, have friends, accomplish goals, have needs of our own. It’s like we are real people.
Master let’s me have friends, healthy friends. We go have fun together. He always knows where I am. I can shop, but He knows what I spend. I can take care of my life, with His permission . I can do for the kids, as in the parameters He sets. I work, He’s in charge of where I am/what I do. I am in Masters world , when allowed and always follow my rules/ structure He has set up for me. I feel His care and love in every facet of my life. I don’t see any problem, especially since I’m happy. I chose my life of my own free will. And I would choose it again. I find vanilla people, some subs, baby girls just don’t get it, nor want to .
Oh yeah, Master requires me to write on this blog. About anything I want. He reads it all. 1. So He knows how I feel/see things. 2. It’s like a journal so He can see how I’m doing. 3. Sometimes I can say things here ,in writing, that I can’t say in real life.
I’m also thankful for a new slave friend’phoenix’! She gets it! Happy slave!!!
-babygirl, His slave first and foremost