(An essay I wrote a short time ago)
I began this trip some time back. Unlike many people I have met (ok, not
met, but seen online), I can not claim that at 44 years old I’ve been a
Master for 30 years. No, my first relationships and two marriages were as
Vanilla as Vanilla can be. It wasn’t until 2000 that I started a
relationship that had a power exchange element to it from the get go, and
not until 2001 that a collar became a permanent part of someones neck in my
charge. That is the point I went from bedroom dom, to Dom, to Master.
I did not earn my leathers at that point. I did not get a cool scene name
after serving under a powerful mentor. Instead, I claimed a slave, and the
responsibilites of that, on a 24/7 full time basis. That is what defines a
Master – claiming responsiblity for the training, well being, *and *actions
of a slave.
My slave and I created a Ds support group, and after some time, created
another. We hosted over a dozen formal events and taught an occasion class
on Ds/Ms relationships.
Other slaves came and went into the life of my first slave and mine (“There
have been others, to be sure. There are always others, are there not?”)*.
But I have never been one to have more than two (ok, a very brief instance
of three) at a time as my style of training is not suited to more than a few
at a time. And my needs are not so extravagant to need 5 or 6 slaves.
Each slave that came into my life brought honor and benifit to me and our
House. I believe that they gained something from their association with us
as well.
At a point, I stripped my first slave of her collar, and we tried to be
not-Ms. Over time, more and more Ms came into our life regardless. No
collar, no formal contract, no titles. But a slaves heart serving, a Masters
desire…it naturally flowed back to us.
And as important events happen in our lives, we came to realize that a
position of strength for us is that bond, that Ms relationship we created
and nutured for so many years. We have let it live subtle within us, but now
we are ready to once more acknowledge and claim it.
You see, I think I had forgotten that I am a Master. I had forgotten that
nearly all of my healthy relationships have been Ms ones. I fell in love
with a vanilla girl (well, vanilla twist), Karen, and although my relationship with
first slave continued with a subtle Ds heart beat, I began to do well in a
non Ms relationship as well, as a non Ms person. And fortunately, Karen and my relationship
continued to grow, and faced with new challenges, I feel back and
back until I found my seat of power. My center, my seat of power, my
balance, is that I am a Master. And it does not change the relationship with
“vanilla twist” – I have no desire to be her Master nor to change who she is
or who we are. Our relationship is in balance as is – as long as I do not
reject who I am, or try to live in a style I don’t have the tools for. There
are perhaps a 1000 ways to do poly, we are finding our path.
And this Master bows to his first slave.
I bow to you, dansarani, for I know how you have suffered before we became
who we are. I know how you struggled to become what you viewed where you
should be. I know how you have flown free – sometimes with success, sometime
with anguish. And here you are, waiting for me to claim you once more. When
you no longer need to be claim, but just want it. Waiting, even though now
you know me better than ever, and know I will not protect you from pain, but
will do what I can to prevent harm.
When will you come to your senses and beg for that collar?
When will I remember my honor and demand you take it?