Bridging the gap between myself and my slave in terms of dis­tance was a very import­ant event in my life. Import­ant on many levels and I have writ­ten about that in my Prox­im­ity entry. I would assert that nearly noth­ing has come of my phys­ical prox­im­ity to my slave but good things. There is one thing that has been on my mind for a while now and as my slave is on hol­i­days in Brit­ish Columbia I had some time to wrap my thoughts around it.

I love my girl and as much as I do not announce it on a daily basis it gov­erns some of my decisions. I am still get­ting used to her as well, her beha­viour in the envir­on­ment that is our home and some of the quirks we both exhibit. There is one fact that remains though which I do not get used to any­more, she is my slave. I own her and as such it is up to me to define an envir­on­ment where she can excel at being everything I want her to be.

Avid read­ers of this blog will remem­ber that I am not a fan of phys­ical pun­ish­ment. It is a type of pun­ish­ment that has no long term effect and as a teach­ing tool it is most inef­fect­ive. I have pondered whether that is true as well when you are try­ing to enforce some­thing that has already been learned.

I believe that my slave is well aware of her pos­i­tion in life with me. I trust her to under­stand that she is not my girl­friend and that I do not wish for her to become my part­ner or con­fid­ant. I believe that she knows all this and there­fore phys­ical pun­ish­ment might work well as a reminder where words are eas­ily for­got­ten or unin­ten­tion­ally ignored.

My fear is that we are slip­ping away into a com­fort zone we both do not wish to leave any­more because we are trapped in our routine.  Routine often val­id­ates beha­vi­our­ism and makes it tol­er­able no mat­ter how unac­cept­able it is to the rest of the parties involved. I loath the day I have allowed my slave to slip away into a cush­ion of com­fort and all of the same free­dom and priv­ileges that any vanilla rela­tion­ship has all of s sud­den apply to her. Not because I chose to give them to her, but because routine crept in, because I let some­thing slip once too often and because I did not tell her often enough.

I hate repeat­ing myself and while I am a patient man I admit to not being the most patient teacher. I will only request and repeat myself so often before I actu­ally stop request­ing it. That is a very bad trait of mine, because my inac­tion val­id­ates my slave’s action. Regard­less whether they are bad or good, it sets a pre­ced­ence of what is appro­pri­ate and what is not.

I have decided that I will setup clear rules around areas which I have not been too clear on lately. They will cover her appear­ance, the chores she has to com­plete, what she is allowed to do and what not. I will cre­ate a simple ticket sys­tem that is paid for in pain.
You for­get to take your epi­neph­rine pen as told, that is a fine of XX crop marks on the ass.

I think all of you under­stand the basic concept. There might be occa­sions where it is pos­sible to wind your­self out of a ticket but that will be a rare occur­rence from now on. There is a new sher­iff in town and he seems to be a bit of a hard ass.

I hope these changes will make it easier for my slave to focus as it will become appar­ent to her what is accept­able and what is not in a very black and white man­ner, some­thing I know that she will react well to.

I do this not because I feel that she has failed me in the past, but because I think I have failed her in the past two months. We went a little off course and it is time to bring this ship around.