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Assume… Ass outta what?

July 10th, 2008

I decided to write my blog at work today. It’s a fairly slow day and I’m bored. But with J, A and S up my ass, it’s becoming increasingly impossible. I’ll make do, I guess.

I promised to make sure I got my tasks done and if, for whatever reason, I felt like I couldn’t get them finished, I’d make sure to ask permission to skip them. This works out great since Master is usually understanding. Just this past Tuesday He let me make up my writing on Wednesday. And the, since I have a serious amount of research to do (the novella I’m working on takes place in Los Angeles and I’ve never been off the east coast) He was nice enough to allow my research to count as writing. Speaking of Los Angeles, if we have any readers from around there or who have visited there at length who would be willing to share information about the area I’d be eternally grateful. Especially La Brea Tar Pits.

Something I’ve learned over the past week is that I really need to be more outspoken. I hear ya! “You? More outspoken?? Doesn’t that get you in enough trouble??!?” But I don’t mean with regard to standing up for myself or expressing my opinion. I mean with regard to things I should be asking for/about and don’t.

I mean, the getting permission to not do my tasks thing? Yeah, that was a no-brainer. And yet there I sat. Telling myself that Master checks His email every two seconds on a good day. If there was a problem with me not doing them on days I was crunched for time, certainly He would have said something. Right?

I worked on the belief that He is Master and I am slave and it’s not my place to decide what’s important and what’s not. I ignored the fact that by taking it upon myself to just skip my tasks I was making this decision for Him.

If I’m to be honest, I must admit that for a while, more often than not, I resented my tasks. Real slave-like attitude, I know. But I viewed them as busy work rather than things that would please Master to have His slave do. And it always bugged me that Master felt taking care of Him and the house and a full-time job wasn’t enough. I had to do these stupid tasks too! When do I get free time? (Disclaimer: I realize now how un-slavelike that attitude is but a while back I listened to a slave go on and on about how her master would never give her “busy work” when she has a full-time job and blah blah blah and… I felt justified.)

The simple answer is “When He allows it, if ever.”

I used to wonder if this really is my calling. Sometimes I still do. Because of the choices I’ve made for myself before I took His collar, it’s too late. But I still wonder if I should have triple? Quadruple? Fivetuple (Is that even a word?)? Thought it. Mainly because of stupid shit that should all be no-brainers but always seem to trip me up.

  • Asking before doing things out of character for me or that He’s never specifically allowed before.
  • Asking before disregarding orders that seem unimportant, no matter the reason.
  • Approaching anger or unhappiness the way a slave should (respectfully and following any protocol the relationship calls for).

Among other things.

People are always harping on the fact that a slave should be able to anticipate her master’s needs. And with regard to his empty glass or hard cock, I’d say yes! Absolutely! Anticipate his needs! You almost can’t go wrong! But instead of just filling it… ASK!

Assumptions are bad in any situation. What if you just filled his cup with Pepsi and he wanted lemonade? Or kalda when he wanted paga, for those who are serving online (That could get you killed with the right assassin! And I’m not poking fun. I enjoyed Gor while I was there… sometimes.). Or maybe he didn’t want anything to drink at all. And now you’ve just screwed up.

So whether it’s getting him a refill or changing your dinner reservations to his favorite restaurant, it’s always best to know his preference. But at the same time, don’t let finding that out get in the way of being proactive about your slavery. While it’s best to know, with somethings there are better ways of finding out than just asking *evil grin*

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