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AnelizeDarkEyes said:It bugs me that somehow, there's an impression out there that there's some sort of natural progression. Bottom. Submissive. Slave. Ummm. No. There's not a BDSM social ladder folks. M/s isn't the be-all and end-all of what we should be striving for in a relationship.
Take what you want and leave the rest--from everything you find out there. Ultimately, it's not about what anybody else does, or doesn't do. It's about what you and your Dom decide works for you.
~anelize
shy slave said:
I agree with you, every situation is different...
But its a pity you have said there is no handbook or social ladder, with the three stages clearly mapped out.
If there were, as He is caning my ass i could say..
"No, no, your doing it all wrong; thats for when I am a slave not a submissive!!!"
I am sure He would apreciate the humour
lassarina said:Thanks for the needed laugh today. i showed your comment to my Dom and it brought a laugh from Him also. my question would be-who decides what the three stages are and how we progress?
shy slave said:Glad to make you laugh
As for the three stages
Hmmm...answers on a postcard perhaps....
ownedsubgal said:as has been posted by others, the majority of Masters, to my knowledge, do not micrcomanage to such an extent as described in the article. it's the fact that they CAN, if they get the whim to do so, that makes the relationship a complete and total ownership situation.
my Master is an EXTREMELY busy man. if i could not make a single move without his direct say so, if i had to express to him every minute thought that crossed my mind, he would be driven insane, and we'd both be in the poorhouse as he could not possibly have any time to work. still, my life is strictly controlled and directed. we have also been together long enough that many things are expected of me on a day to day basis, naturally, without his expressly ordering it.
if i have a headache or stomachache, and i'm home alone, i can take some advil, without asking him first. but i can only take a certain amount and will be punished accordingly if i exceed that. as for privacy...because he is out and about so much due to his work, i have a lot of privacy. when he is home, i am not permitted to close any door in the house with two exceptions (and for these he DEMANDS the door be closed, hehe)....it is "that" time of the month, or am taking a number 2. as for just having quiet time or down time all by my lonesome, or going anywhere alone, i never have a desire for that anyway so it's a non-issue with us.
as he buys all my clothes, naturally i always wear what he likes. this took a bit of getting used to on my part as my personal style is quite a bit different than what he would like. in some cases, we have reached a sort of happy medium, but mostly, it's simply his way.
there truly is a gradual transistion into becoming a slave, it does not happen the instant the declaration is made by the Master or the second the collar is placed around the neck. i have made my fair share of little slips, you know, those moments where you almost forget your place a bit (or rather truly realize what your place is, and just how permanent it is). like the day, 2 years into our union, when Daddy and i were taking a picnic in the park (we take many of these). it was a very lovely park, and i was excited to be there, with him, to the point where i was a bit giddy even. without even thinking about it, i happily skipped down this steep path, passing my Master. i was about 100 feet in front of him before i realized, i wasn't hearing his footsteps. i turned around and there he was, standing at the same spot he'd been in when i had first passed him, giving me a very angry look. immediately i realized the foolishness of my actions, that i had forgotten my place as property. i quickly ran to him and then stepped into place behind him (after a sound smack or two, naturally). a slave cannot allow joy, or happiness, to make them forget what they are and always will be. a slave does not have the right to choose their own direction in life, literal or figurative. those can be hard realities to accept.
a slave has to accept the fact that what they desire, or do not desire, is really irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. there have been times when my Master has wished me to serve other men, sexually, and i did not want to do so. it may have been a period where i had been used in that way very often by many, and it had just become a mental and emotional strain on me. or it may have been a night where i simply only wanted to relax and be lovey dovey, in his arms only. it was a shock to my system when i realized that my Master knew and understood how i felt, understood i would suffer, and that he was going to have me used anyway. He has even used fur lined blindfolds on me for the sole purpose of it camoflauging my tears, so that whoever he was having me serve would not notice and therefore not be turned off or feel bad. and it's not that he does not care, it is just that as a slave i have a duty, a purpose in life, and i must fulfill that regardless of all else.
this is one of those topics which i could go on and on about, but will end here for now.