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
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.
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.