Why do you want to be a Master?

Why do I want to be a Master?  This question has been asked in many different ways, for many different reasons on every forum I have been to.  And the reasons are as varied as the Men that are on the boards.  But, here is my reasoning, and the thoughts behind it.

Being a Master has been something that I was building to for many years, without knowing it.  I started down the path on the other side of the whip, not know why things just didn’t feel right.  But, in the end, I saw the light, thanks to bina, who first got me to read the Gorean books.  Of course, she warned me not to think about the sex in the books, but that was something different entirely.

Yes, I enjoy being the one in charge, but then I could simply call my self a Dom, and be over it.  Even following the Gorean pathos, doesn’t mean that I have to be a Master, just a Man.  But, there is just something about having a girl at my beck and call that gets to me.  Having the ability to tell her to do something, and know that she will, even if it is something that normally she would never do, just to please me.  And that, my friends, is key one.

Key two is simple.  I just enjoy it.  That fucking simple.  If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be in the lifestyle at all, now would I?  Maybe in five or six years I would find my way to it, or I could be like the 60 and 70 year old Doms that are messaging my 18 year old slave, looking for a night on the town.  But that is nothing that I want to do.  At that point, I might as well just curl up and die.

I really don’t have much more to say on this issue, at least that I can think of with a stuffy head, but I may add more in the future.

What does being a Master mean to you?

As I said, I would be taking some time to, in a way, reply to something that was posted on the girls page.  It, obviously, about being a slave, but I am not one, so I had to change one letter.  So, here we go.

Being a Master is different than being a Dom.  In truth, being a Dom is easy, all you have to be is bossy.  That’s it.  Being a Master brings out much more then that.  It brings out the want to protect that which you own, with your life if need be.  It also means loving in some way the slaves that you have in your possion. It also means taking care of those slaves, even if you are wanting something different.

Generally, I’m not over protective.  I fully believe in Darwinism.  That does not mean that I will not protect that which is mine.  If the girls are in danger from something, being it physical, or emotional, it is my responsiblity to take care of the issues.  And that may not always be the most fun thing that I had planned.  It may mean less sex, or I stay in for a day, or that I just sit still and listen, even when I have other plans for the day.  But that is less important then the health of the girls that have given themselves to me.

There are many that ignore that, that will allow their property to get sick, and still think that the girl/boy can serve them with the same gusto that they did a few weeks ago.  And those are the ones that will have a broken toy in a few weeks.  It’s that simple.  When a person is sick, they are not able to do a fifth of the stuff they normally can, let alone with grace and cunning.

Luckily, I have yet to have to defend the girls in a physical sense.  No, that does not mean kicking the shit out of anyone that looks at them, or even touches them.  I mean more that they have not been attacked.  And that is good.  However, it’s also my job to defend them against that.  Well, if I can.

As for love.  There are many out there that do not “love” the people that have given themselves over to the person they call Master.  I do not mean love as in the classical sense, but just a general love of the slave.  If you do not in some way love the person, you are not going to look out for them in the same way you would a girl/boyfriend, or such.  And that can cause emotional harm.

That does not mean that you have to be “in-love” with them, just that you have to have love for your property.  I have been lucky, and found two girls that I can really love, fully, and have it returned.  Many will not be able to find something similar.  However, if I did not love them, I would have bina up cleaning now, even though she has caught the plauge, and I will punish rana for missing class, even though she caught the plague.  (Doesn’t mean they won’t be punished for not being pleasing, but it’ll be something like saying “I’m Punished” for it).

Both of the above points really tie into this one.  Taking care of the property.  A Master must take care of his property, even if there are other things that he would like to do.  That includes feeding, clothing, a roof over their head, and entertainment.  I include knoweldge into the pile, as I enjoy a thought out debate.  Taking a girl that has fallen and hurt herself into your arms for comfort may be enough, or rushing her to the ER may be what is order, but you are still taking care of them.

Emotionally, it may be harder.  Neither in person, or online, have I met a person that calls themselves slave that do not have some emotional issues.  Normally, it stems from previous relationships (either a bad Master, or a person that would not allow themselves to be what they wished to be.)  And that can be rough for everyone involved, but it is something that must be worked through.

The Glass Breaks

Another emo poem.

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Wondering

A friend called me when she was on the way back from the northern part of the state, and said that the roads were icy.  BUT, she would call me when she got home.  Didn’t hear from her till the next day, and this came out of it.

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sub to Master

This was me exploring the mindset of the other half, the Submissive.  Still came out really nice, I think.

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Collar

Even on my DA account, I stated this was far from my best work, and I was right.  But, I wrote it, and I like it.  About an old pet of mine, and someone I still talk to on a semi-regular basis.

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Pain and Longing

Everyone has felt this way at one point or another. I was dwealing on my own pain and longing, and this came to the paper

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