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Those of you who read my slave’s wonderful web-site will be quite aware that she has been progressing nicely and that we have had a lovely time together in Toronto. Not all of it was spent doing things that she cherishes or actually craves in the first place, but all of them seem to have brought our relationship forward.

I am confronted with a sentence that goes a little bit like this more often than less:

That is not fair, Master!

Looking at the situations in hindsight in which that sentence was used, I would say that was a fair (ha ha ha) assessment of the situation.

The relationship that we lead is not about me being fair, about me balancing my slave’s wishes and needs perfectly, our relationship is about what I want, what I need, what I allow to happen and sometimes that does not need to be fair. Before all of the slightly feministicly tinged readers of my blog now go into anaphylactic shock let me add that I am not an abusive male on a power trip. I will never let harm come to my slave, be that physical or mental. I work hard to create an environment in which she can feel safe, in which she can grow, unfortunately that means I demand payment as well.

I expect my slave to support me by trusting me enough to surrender her wishes to me, so that I can make them my own. I might choose not to make them my own, I might choose to discard them or I might choose to generate a situation where only my wishes win out and yet I will always have her best interest just as much in mind as I have mine.

I own everything that my slave is, down to the very last fibre of her body, just as much as I own such privileges as sleeping, eating, drinking even breathing. That might sound a little bit harsh to those not necessarily into total power exchange, but that is how we choose to lead our lives.

That does not work always and sometimes my slave gets scared, which then creates those little bumps in the road, where she growls a little bit, stomps her foot, gets mad at me and then finally realises that she is safe and that there is no harm in me having that additional bit of control. Those can be little things like the mantra she mentioned or slightly bigger things like the rectal dilator kit. She knows it will do no damage to her, she knows I will never allow her flesh to take permanent damage, but in her mind she never wanted to own one of those vicious things and now I made her do it. How dare I? I dare, because I can.

We have a well established pattern to our relationship and I am used to meeting resistance when it comes to the bigger things that need to be embraced, such as her liking to be my little girl, my pretty doll. I have invested enough time into our relationship though so that I now may discard the little fears, the little bumps. When it comes to buying toys, completing simple tasks, I will not accept no anymore than I have in the past. I think my slave knows that and in general she obeys very well, however that little bastard in me needs to be present now and then. That is one aspect of being a Master to me, that it is about what I want, not her. That my wishes do come first and that her gift of servitude allows her to accept that, because no other woman would and I accept that as a true gift to me.

I am quite capable of separating the two entities of loving my partner with all my heart and owning my slave. I will not let love come between me and my slave when it comes to giving her the best possible Master. I do believe that being harsh, unforgiving, downright cruel and unfair sometimes can convince a human being to go the extra mile, to push through it, to hate for a moment and simply do it. Hopefully it is simply about finding the right balance.

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