Taming of the Wild Mustang

October 8, 2012 in Slave Training by slave-e

I write this under the direc­tion of my Mas­ter. It was in a con­ver­sa­tion we had today dis­cussing how I have grown, where I have come from, and where I am today that I am instructed to write this post. I do not sub­mit that I know every­thing, or know it all, because that is far from the case, in this or any other mat­ter. How­ever, I speak from expe­ri­ence, insight, gut wrench­ing intu­ition and an under­stand­ing of my slavery

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slave table — tam­ing a slave — Image by Derek Bowden

Two years ago (or in that vicin­ity of time) I sent an email to Mas­ter out­lin­ing my heart, my life, my fears, and my night­mares.   I was always expected to be the strong, inde­pen­dent, capa­ble woman, and although I do that with ease in my day to day life, I knew there was a part of me that was not com­plete. And it was in that first email that I shared those thoughts and feelings.

Key to BEST slave Training

It was at that time, two years ago, that Mas­ter took me under His care and began train­ing me—although I will say—I had no idea He was train­ing and by the time I real­ized what He was doing and the path I was walk­ing on—He had my sub­mis­sion com­plete and true.

And, this, is where I believe lies the KEY to BEST Slave Train­ing. I was brand new to under­stand­ing myself, I was inex­pe­ri­enced to BDSM. A poorer Mas­ter could have done exceed­ingly great harm to me, if he him­self was ‘new’, inex­pe­ri­enced, or did not know how to han­dle a ‘wild mustang’.

In my first email two years ago I spoke of the sto­ries I’ve writ­ten, the night­mares’ I’ve had and the spirit of a wild mus­tang. And, it was in those begin­ning writ­ings that Mas­ter took infor­ma­tion and began my training.

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Image by Derek Bowden

It is in my train­ing that I learnt that although my slav­ery to my Mas­ter needs to be of my own free will, His duty to my care, my mind, body, soul, spirit and heart, far out­weigh any respon­si­bil­ity I will ever carry. Why do I say that? Simple—as a slave—I put my trust whole and com­pletely into the hands of my Mas­ter. He holds the core of “me” in the palm of His hands to mold at His will. If He does not know me, the core of me, what makes me feel, what makes me cry, what makes me happy, what makes me sub­mit, what dri­ves me to peace, what brings upon the fear, He will not know how to Master.

In the Master/slave rela­tion­ship there is one head. One ruler and one who con­trols. Gen­er­ally, in this instance, we’d assume that is Mas­ter. A Mas­ter can­not Mas­ter if a slave is not sub­mis­sive. And, a slave can­not sub­mit if a Mas­ter can­not Mas­ter. My Mas­ter has con­trol because He claims me, He takes me, He owns me. When I fight, He fights back—harder. When I resist—He pushes back—harder. Truly, there is only going to be one ‘win­ner’, unless you con­sider that my sub­mis­sion and slav­ery is the biggest win of all. Slav­ery is a gift, in its purest form. A true slave’s desire is to serve, please and obey her Mas­ter. It is a Master’s duty to bring her to that place and to show her the direc­tion in which she needs to go in order to accom­plish the end goal—to serve, please and obey. Truth be told, it is not the slaves’ duty to ask and answer ques­tions, and try to guess the direc­tion Mas­ter wishes to go. It is the Master’s duty to know the ques­tions to ask and expect an answer and to keep draw­ing from her until the slave’s responses sat­isfy Him. (In all of that being said, some­times a good beat­ing is the best solu­tion  :-)

In my train­ing Mas­ter has taken those things that I’ve writ­ten to Him about in my reports, those things that I’ve writ­ten about in sto­ries, those things that I’ve spo­ken to Him about in open­ness where my heart has been cut open with His knife, and has used them to His advan­tage. It is His duty and His right as my Mas­ter to use those things for His advan­tage. Now and again, it stings, but in all things I grow.

Tam­ing of the Wild Mus­tang, was this slave, is this slave. Tam­ing of the Wild Mus­tang is me. In one of my writ­ings I sent to Mas­ter I told Him I felt as though I were a wild mus­tang. And, over a period of day’s and weeks He had me caged, and when He removed me from that cage, He had me sad­dled, bri­dled, spurred and rid­den. I was rid­den hard but with care and love. And I was taken to places I did not want to go, but I went because I was being rid­den and forced to go. Ahh, but in so doing, Mas­ter never wanted to break my spirit, He never wanted to dam­age me. Mas­ter has always said—what good is a dam­aged slave—would I take my truck and ram it into the barn—of course not—therefore I will not take a slave and dam­age her—I want to use her over and over and over again. And, it is because of that, that my desire to serve, please, and obey my Mas­ter is so strong and grows with each and every day.

There is a time in everyone’s life where they want to run and hide.  Where doubt and fear take over.  I am not an unusual slave, I suf­fer, strug­gled and fought for the longest time my call­ing as a slave.  I must con­fess, that there was a time where I ran, and tried to buck off my Mas­ter and jump the fence.  Mas­ter held on to the ‘wild mus­tang’ with strength and power.  He knew how to hold the beast within and keep it from likely hurt­ing itself.  And, it was dur­ing that time that I felt the spurs dig­ging so deep that they forced me back to the pen where I knew I would be safe.

Train­ing of a slave has no end­ing. The wild mus­tang will always poke its head out now and again. It is not a bad slave who has a wild side—what Mas­ter wants bor­ing. But train­ing is day by day, step by step, hour by hour. Patience, virtue and trust –for all. It takes time, lots of time. Mas­ter has been train­ing me for two years and in that time I have learnt much about myself, who I am, and where I belong. I am owned by Him. I am His slave and am proud to be ‘slave e’ to Cuff­s­mas­ter. That is my call­ing, that is where I belong and He takes my ‘wild mus­tang’ and all to the deep­est part of the dark­est part of my soul and opens me up to see the light and beauty of my slav­ery to Him.

I am proud to be His slave. I am proud to be ‘slave e’. I am proud of where this jour­ney began and where it con­tin­ues to go. It is in the strength and power of Mas­ter that I move for­ward and con­tinue to rely on His knowl­edge and skill in train­ing me day by day and hour by hour. I still have fears, I still have obsta­cles. I am female and a wild mus­tang, after all. But I face these things lean­ing on my Mas­ter and trust­ing His direc­tion at every turn. Surely He will con­tinue to ride the wild mus­tang and keep her close to Him, for that is the call­ing of a slave.

In the palm of her master’s hand

You see, I feel, at the end of the day, a Master’s duty is pow­er­ful and strong. He holds the key that unlocks all the doors, win­dows and hid­ing places of his slave. He holds his slave in the palm of His hands. How he uses that (to his advan­tage or not) is up to him. It is not the fault of the slave if she is not being asked the right ques­tions, or he does not know how to dig into her soul deep enough to find her deep­est fear. It is the respon­si­bil­ity of the Mas­ter to know. It is the respon­si­bil­ity of the Mas­ter to ask, learn, observe, lis­ten and hear.

To feel her, to see her core, to give her the room to grow and at the same time, know when and how to pull her close to Him. That takes tal­ent.  The meth­ods of BEST Slave Train­ing were unknown to me two years ago. Since that time, how­ever, I have watched, learned and have been a will­ing par­tic­i­pant of BEST. I am at peace with this tech­nique and find it (as a slave) a use­ful tool for both Mas­ter and slave.

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