Servitude
It’s been a long time since I questioned my life. When I first got into this relationship with Master, I would question it often. I would be kneeling there, accepting a vicious beating – by some form of torturous implement…tears streaming down my pretty face, and I would ask myself silently in my head “Why am I doing this?”. Slowly but surely, the questions went away. The more Master abused me, used me, and most importantly – loved me. It may seem like Master is always harsh with me…and, well – he is with me, quite a bit – but he is also very loving. He rarely abuses me, just to abuse me. Like I wrote about in this post – sometime I’m so good of a slave that he can go quite a while without beating me, or torturing me, or punishing me, that I do things to inflict it upon myself.
It’s been a long time since I questioned my life. Last night – I kneeled in front of Master with a cup of coffee (hence the picture I found) and I found myself questioning my life for the first
time in a long time. I asked “Why am I doing this? He is all comfortable in his couch, while I kneel here – my knees hurting, simply because he hasn’t felt the need to take his coffee yet, so I must suffer kneeling here. Why am I doing this?” And the remarkable part was that I had the answer…for the first time in my life, when I questioned my life – I had the answer. Maybe it just took all this to get here, to have that answer.
Follow me after the break to find out what my answer was. (more…)




