Going to work today was dif­fer­ent, because I had a chance to use my new road bicycle. Apart from hav­ing spent a gra­tu­it­ous amount of money on the actual bike and the access­ory needed to ride it safely, I also inves­ted some thought into why I would bother doing this.

While being almost ran over, keep­ing to the left side of the road I came to the con­clu­sion that I have a lot of expect­a­tions from my slave on how to improve her­self. Those do not only span the phys­ical but a lot of beha­vi­oural changes which are even harder to achieve.

To be delib­er­ately con­tro­ver­sial I will simply con­tend that Dom­in­ants are lazier than slaves when it comes to self improv­ing actions. Let us face it, we like to be served and not only in mind, we also enjoy to be served phys­ic­ally. I know more than one Dom­in­ant that does not do a thing at home, because domestic ser­vice is a part of the Master/salve dynamic they enjoy.

Most of us do not have a phys­ic­ally demand­ing job any­more, so between get­ting a cramp in your thumb from twit­ter­ing too much and hav­ing back pain because your chair is not setup to be ergo­nom­ic­ally cor­rect there is little chal­lenged posed to our bod­ies. The body is a machine and if you do not use it, hone it and train it, it becomes not only lazy, but parts start to slowly deteriorate.

I believe it is time for us to start serving ourselves, because it will enable the Dom­in­ant within us to much bet­ter enjoy the slavery of the one we are with. If I am fit­ter and in bet­ter shape, if I take care of myself and life longer I have a chance to enjoy my slave a lot longer and with much more vigour.  Not only will I be ale to spank her, whip her, lift her, chase her…you get the picture…much bet­ter, but I will also serve myself by being able to demand the same off her.

Whether we like it or not even Master/slave rela­tion­ships are gov­erned by the simple mech­an­ics the human psyche bestows upon us. If only one part con­stantly gives and does not have the feel­ing of get­ting some­thing in return, than sooner or later that part will burn out, wither and die. That does not neces­sar­ily have to be a phys­ical death, but one in spirit much more. As much as my slave loves to suck my cock and derives pleas­ure from me being pleased there is a limit to the amount of sat­is­fac­tion she can garner from it and a limit to the amount times I can repeat that. Our brain is funny like that, built as a huge pre­dic­tion engine it actu­ally thrives on things it can­not pre­dict. As soon as the pre­dic­tion is always true, our brain gets bored and our sub­con­scious shuts off.

If I offer her brain a stim­u­lus through change that bene­fits me than we have arrived at a win-win situ­ation. Some­thing we are sup­posed to strive for accord­ing to all those busi­ness books I have been read­ing over the last few years.

Dom­in­ants need to do more and I am not tak­ing about the few, muscle packed excep­tions that I see now and then when we go to munches and events. In gen­eral I find myself sur­roun­ded by fat packed slobs and at the moment I will hap­pily count myself to be one of them. I think every soci­ety, every sub­cul­ture has its own beauty and I would wish that the beauty our sub­cul­ture is healthy, kinky indi­vidu­als. I am not the weight police, there are always those who have psy­cho­lo­gical and physiolo­gical issue and those need to be resolved first, but for all of us that choose to not work out or eat right we should con­sider change. Not to serve our slaves or the magazines but to serve ourselves, so that we can be selfish and enjoy the ones that serve us much better.

My con­clu­sion is a simple one. Ride your bike to become health­ier, then ride it harder to build up your stam­ina and after that fuck, beat and tor­ture the shit out of your slave. Too bad for her if she can­not keep up with me then. Pre­dict that slave brain!