Note: (Below is a post that was on a yahoo group by one of the mem­bers. I enjoyed read­ing the post so much that I asked the author’s per­mis­sion to include it on this site. Mas­ter Robert granted me per­mis­sion and his email address is shown below if you would like to respond directly to him.)

Bon­sai Theory

I am always asked why I enjoy being a Mas­ter, or more directly being asked why I enjoy abus­ing women by those who do not under­stand the lifestyle. I’m sure many of you that are read­ing this have been faced with the same sort of ques­tions. Vary­ing from “Why do you like being abused” to “How do you let some­one “rule” over you like that?” I have tried many times to explain this to some­one until a pre­vi­ous 24/7 slave denise and I were tend­ing to my sec­ond love, teaching/ training/keeping rais­ing Bon­sai Trees. After a lot of con­vers­ing W/we came up with this metaphor that seems to answer those ques­tions, and some that seem to stir in all of our minds.

When I go look­ing for a poten­tial Bon­sai prospect, I go for a walk in the woods or my local nurs­ery look­ing for a bush with par­tic­u­lar qual­i­ties. Inspect­ing the branch and root struc­ture, see­ing if I can envi­sion the Bon­sai I desire. (Inter­view­ing the slave, see­ing if her needs and mine are com­pat­i­ble.) Once I find a bush that fits my cri­te­ria, I bring it home and I inspect it fur­ther, observ­ing the bush, con­firm­ing my vision of the form this Bon­sai wants to become. (dis­cov­er­ing her lim­its, mak­ing sure that she has a true slave heart, and not some­one in it for the kicks of it.) Once I note the things I can, and can­not change, and my vision is con­firmed, train­ing starts. (30 day trail period)

At first, the train­ing is very dras­tic, and very severe. I remove the bush from its con­tainer, and break the soil from its roots; (remov­ing them from their home envi­ron­ment, undo­ing the train­ing of another Mas­ter, or the pre­con­ceived beliefs she may have picked up along the way.) I trim the root sys­tem and re-pot the Bon­sai in my own spe­cial con­tainer. (Set­ting lim­its get­ting them used to my ways.)

Then I start trim­ming the branches that have been allowed to grow wild and care­free for years. (Rebel­lion, self pride, dis­re­spect) Branches that have been rub­bing against each other, caus­ing open wounds and infec­tions. (Inter­nal con­flict, strug­gling with them­selves, strug­gling with society’s ide­ol­ogy and acceptance.)

Once this ini­tial train­ing is com­plete, the Bon­sai needs time to heal, (to come to terms with what is hap­pen­ing) and let it re-establish its root­ing sys­tem. (Learn­ing to trust me). Dur­ing this time, I water, fer­til­ize, and take spe­cial care of the tree. (Nur­ture and love) Once these wounds are healed, it’s time to pro­ceed with the training.

I break out my cop­per wire, and I bend the branches in pur­suit of the Bon­sai I envi­sioned. Now some branches are too big to do much with; there maybe some­thing there I had not seen before and I will have to make adjust­ments and incor­po­rate that into my over­all design. (Respect­ing lim­its, and respect­ing the per­son­al­ity of the slave) But the smaller branches I bend and twist into the shape of my design. These wires stay in place for a long time, forc­ing the Tree to nat­u­rally grow into my desired shape. (Set rules, train­ing etc.) When I am sure the Bon­sai has taken on the desired shape, I remove the wire and re-examine the tree. If a desired twist or bend did not take, I reset the branch to the desired shape. (Enforc­ing my posi­tion over her, mak­ing sure she basi­cally knows I’m the Mas­ter, and I won’t tol­er­ate her defiance)

All this time, I’m always water­ing, and fer­til­iz­ing the Tree, ten­derly mold­ing it into the Tree I know it can be. (Express­ing my love towards her, ensur­ing that I will pro­tect, and take care of her) Then, over a period of time, the wires are removed; the branches are flow­ing and well posi­tioned. Train­ing a Bon­sai, and a slave doesn’t hap­pen overnight, it takes years to estab­lish a good flow­ing design, and a slave that is will­ing to sur­ren­der her­self to her Mas­ter. What had once been a wild bush, is now a beau­ti­ful Bon­sai. There will be more trim­ming, and bend­ing to keep its form, and the Tree needs more nur­tur­ing and water­ing and fer­til­iz­ing than a nor­mal Plant, but noth­ing comes close to its beauty.

So in short, I enjoy watch­ing a “wild bush” become a lovely “Tree” under my teach­ings. To watch a slave dis­cover her­self, and comes to term with the yearn­ing that’s been in her heart but didn’t know what they were, or what to do with it. That’s what I per­son­ally get out of being a Master.

Mas­ter Robert

rfmather61@yahoo.com