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A Conversation About Fear and Spoiled Slaves

March 4th, 2014

CollarOn Saturday, we went for a drive.

Master was going to head out to Vischer Ferry so we could take pictures along the Old Erie Canal. I said, “I was going to bring my camera, and then I decided not to.”

“Well,” he said, “I was thinking about stopping at Walmart so we can pick up one of those binoculars-slash-digital-camera things we were talking about getting.”

“That’d be great. I forgot to bring tampons, and I have to pee.”

He glared at me, and launched his usual tirade about me forgetting something so crucial to our being able to stay out a while. In truth, my uterus is being a finicky bitch (as she is wont to do), and I only have my period every other twenty-four hours. Saturday was an other day, but you can never be too sure. I told him that, but he wanted those binoculars, so we went.

Naturally, Walmart was sold out. Heaven forbid they actually keep shit in stock.

We decided to drive to Saratoga, instead. We had a long overdue date with Boston Market, and Master’s back was too bad to walk along the Old Erie Canal. Plus, Master had been wanting to take me for a while because “you’ve been such a good girl these past few weeks,” and Boston Market is one of my favorite places to eat.

They had a new type of chicken, so of course we got that. You can’t visit Boston Market without having a serving of their creamed spinach, and I was jonesing for something sweet, so I got their sweet potato casserole even though it was way oranger than any sweet potatoes I’ve ever seen. I didn’t eat much for breakfast that morning, and we ate lunch late because it’s an hour drive to Boston Market (yes, we really drove an hour for lunch. It’s the closest one. Shut up), but by the time we left, I was so sated I could have curled up in the car and slept the whole way home.

I didn’t. The whole point of the day was for us to spend time together just us, so I struck up a conversation with my amazing Master instead.

“I hope you didn’t hurt your back too much.”

“Actually, I feel a lot better after resting it for a while. I’m thinking we might go to Vischer Ferry, after all.”

“I’d like that. I feel so spoiled right now.” I blushed, and peeked a sheepish glance at him.

“Shouldn’t you be a little spoiled when you’re being good?”

I know I looked confused. “What do you mean?”

I don’t know his exact words, but he started talking about how dominants who rule by fear are doing it wrong.

“I want you to serve me because you want to and because you enjoy serving me, not because you’re scared of what will happen if you don’t. While it’s great to be obeyed, it’s better to be obeyed by someone who’s happy to obey me. Service through fear is empty.

I’ve never felt so in tune with someone in my life, you guys. Seriously.

  1. March 4th, 2014 at 13:18 | #1

    Awwwww 🙂

  2. March 4th, 2014 at 13:26 | #2

    Oops. This was supposed to be scheduled for tomorrow. Apparently, I fail at WordPress. Lol.

  3. March 4th, 2014 at 13:33 | #3

    I love this so much! I can definitely agree that it is better to serve because you want to and enjoy it.

  4. Heaven
    March 4th, 2014 at 15:39 | #4

    Sometimes the best food is a long way away. Aww, now you see what I am looking for and I was in fear with that issue we spoke of. I don’t want to fear that everytime I do something I will get punished for it, it does not work that way.

  5. Camryn
    March 28th, 2014 at 12:34 | #5

    Aww <3 I love this. I totally agree. Obedience through fear is for dictators y'know? It's the people you love whole heartedly that you truly give the most to.
    Also, I will go 3 hours away for good food. Ryn no curr. Ryn likes to eat, and if Ryn is wrong for that, Ryn don't want to be right.

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