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The story was deleted at my slave's request
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Christian escorted slave into town today. I had no idea why.
They were gone for about an hour. slave ran into his studio carrying a large white plastic bag. I never allowed him to spend money without knowing what he was spending it on so I wondered where he got the cash to buy whatever it was that he bought. Christian asked me to leave him to his surprise.
He emerged from his studio a few moments later and asked me to come with to see a painting he had just started and finished earlier today. It is a fairly large canvas. It must measure five feet wide and about eight feet high. The painting is a portrait of him in his heavy chains with me standing in the foreground looking stern and menacing. I am holding a baseball bat and wearing bleachers, which I haven't worn in ages.
In the front of us there are these words painted in transparent letters;
THIS IS NOT A ROLE.
THIS REAL!
IT IS NOT A GAME.
THIS IS LIFE!
There are no "Timeouts, "Safe words" or Limits.
I am Master and you are my slave.
You belong to me 24 hours a day.
My word is final, My control absolute.
This is OUR life.
He had black steel hangers attached to the bottom stretchers of the canvas that hold an aluminum baseball bat.
I asked, "Why the baseball bat?"
"You are protecting me and you keep me in line with it."
I understood the metaphor. I got so wound up by it that I didn't know how to respond. My slave dropped to his knees in rigid strict slave posture and said "Thank You, MASTER" until I wrapped my hands around his head, picked him up and hugged him.
What more could you ask for.
ReplyDeleteThe painting is now on display I take it, prominently.
The space between the danger of an unknown meeting and the excitement or thrill it gives you is very narrow isn't it. That's where the head/cock relationship really has to be important. Generally it works out ok, but there's always that chance. I've sometimes been told "but what if....." after a cold meeting. All I could say was "no harm done" and always thought "this time."