Ode to the subs.

Well, here we go. The first real post since the blog was deleted and moved back to the new server. I haven’t really done much with it yet as I haven’t had the time to just sit down and play with it and/or just haven’t wanted to when I did. Travel is back like pre-covid except it is 99% domestic, which is a bit less glamorous but so much more easy on me mentally and physically and allows for me to spend much more time at home which is so much more important to me than ever before.

I was thinking about this through the week and the need to write and realized, much like the great country song writers of all time, I don’t write much when I am happy. That doesn’t mean that every post I have written came from a sad place because, one, I rarely have sad places but, two, it’s usually from a place where I am trying to figure something out or to process. The writing helps that feeling but there are also the times I feel that things need to be shared as we did promise a transparent as possible glimpse into the world of our kinky trio, but specifically, the relationship of Master and slave, as many of you have watched this grow from day one and might be curious where things stand now on day eleven hundred and something. So, we continue.

This may be more philosophical than many posts, but I continue to be fascinated by my boy, my sub, my slave, my pet, my whipping boy, my valet, my maid and my best friend, otherwise known as jack. By fascinated, I mean that I watched this man, who is almost all testosterone fueled, go from a fireman/trauma nurse, single dad with an untapped kinky side that, he thought, was Dom top, into an owned slave. He did it so fast and so naturally that I blinked and missed the transformation. The most fascinating part of this to me is there was never a hesitation on his part (or mine really) and that goes against almost every single conversation I have ever had with a sub or a Master on recon or similar when sizing things up. Meaning, so many potential subs I talked to through the years or even now would bristle at the idea of many aspects of submission like chastity, plugging, bed times, etc by saying things like “what does that mean? how long would I have to adjust? you mean no orgasm for like, a whole week?” and the like when jack just said “yes Sir” and did it. Now by NO MEANS am I being critical of those prospects as I 110% understand why they’d ask or state those things as I was and am still am one of them. As you size up a potential BDSM opportunity, you HAVE to be on the same page. I am just saying that in this case, all of that just happened, on both sides and I am thankful as fuck that it did.

Aside from jack, I have watched many relationships, gay and straight, where one partner – usually the male since that is what attracts me which is what I watch – gives themself to the other and I just admire the fuck out of them. Of course, there are all kinds of aspects to how people “justify” or come into this – some feel they are no longer or never were men, some think it’s because their dick is small, some crave the appearance or feeling of degradation, where as some, like jack, just seem to find it to be the happiest place they have ever been and don’t care about the why. For me, regardless of how they label why and who they are, they have my full attention and respect because they have not only accepted who they are but what they are and the strength that takes is incredible. So, kudos to you, slaves, subs, dogs, objects, and whatever else I may have missed. You make our kink world so much more special.

Another example of watching the evolution, for me, is Thumper. Now you can’t read about it right now as he is still working on getting his blogs back too, but recently he posted and subsequently has a conversation with me about how he accepted that he is a fag and feels a pride in the fact that he feels this way. For me, that is not a work I like nor is it one I really used since calling names in 4th grade not really knowing what it meant, so I struggled with that a little bit, but, when he explained to me why he felt that way and why that word was the best for him, who was I to argue. Now, I freely call him that because I feel lucky to be in on his deepest feeling and know that very rarely will he get the opportunity to internally smile when someone addresses him that way. It’s funny as well, because, years and years ago when Thump and I were using the boyfriend word, Axel was considering dating someone who had the exact same first, middle initial and surname as Thumper and, through the years, we all became friends. And then, two years later, I worked with someone who had the same name so I had to get crafty in the way I listed my contacts in my phone. After the the fag revelation, I changed Thumper’s contact to say” _____ the fag ______” in my phone. It wasn’t a week later that I picked up a colleague from the airport right as Thump texted me and “____ the fag_____” popped up on the CarPlay screen. My colleague just said something like “you have some interesting labels” and I said “you have no idea though he did ask for that” and nothing more was ever said. I loved it and, of course, immediately texted Thump to say I had outed him. That led to his post I was mentioning, so I hope it comes back or that he can find it and link it in the comments. Anyway, that happened again this week with the service guy at my car dealership when they were looking at my car, but this is the same man who I have TWICE reacted with a “good boy” when he has said “we have your car ready, Sir” so I am sure he was not too shocked.

So, I wrap up this pride month post about slave pride with a message of thanks to all of you who own whatever role you play in the kink spectrum. Your pride in who and what you are truly is inspiriting to so so many.