BDSM Socialism and Trickle Down Slavery

I have seen this more times than I can count.  Being told that my M/s relationship involuntarily subjects me to some form of socialism.  Sure, it isn't stated that way.  Mostly because those making this baseless assertion are usually not the type to fully think through, or often even fully comprehend, the wide ranging effects of their assertion, 

The thinking seems to be centered around that all slaves/submissives/bottoms owe deference to all masters/dominants/tops.  This seems to be a primarily online phenomenon.  Likely because even the most socially retarded of folks have learned that walking up to a total stranger and demanding deference because you have arbitrarily assigned yourself a position of authority based on their relationship to a third party, will simply get you laughed at.

In an online medium, the socially retarded become brave.  No more intelligent or worthy... simply more demanding.

My owner put hard work into mastering me.  He did not do that so that a so called community/lifestyle of random strangers can reap the benefits of his hard work.  He is not a socialist.  The Marxist concept of "From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs." doesn't apply to my M/s relationship.  


His ability to master me was not applied to meet the need of those that are unqualified and fundamentally incapable of doing so.


The ability of one spectacular man to bend me to his will does not trickle down to others.


The default position of everyone that isn't my owner is an equal one.  However, evidence of rampant idiocy will lower that equal position to an inferior one, regardless of the self-styled position those inferiors have arbitrarily assigned to themselves.  


There also seems to be a pervasive inability to describe the circumstance which would compel my deference beyond the sophomoric "Cause I say so."


One I have been "threatened" with is physical compulsion.  Let's ignore the laughability of this in an online environment for argument's sake.  And the all too often fundamental physical inability of many making said threats.  (I am, after all, a mean amazon who learned to fight from skinheads, and an ass whuppin is not completely out of the question.)  Given my stated "not a slave to all" philosophy, physical compulsion would be a crime, temporary and illusory.  A gun to the head does not a Master make.  

I can't be sexually compelled.  I am monogamous.  I don't actually have a compelling sexual interest in anyone except my owner.  So seducing me is a dead end.


As stated, this is primarily an online phenomenon.  An intellectual medium.  Not a situation which would incline me to deference to my inferiors.  As a purely statistical fact, that would be .06 of the global population.  From that .06 of the global population, we narrow it to that portion that speaks the same languages I do.  Then further narrow it to being members of the same online websites.  Then further narrowed to those I come across.  


What are the chances?


Even given that statistical impossibility, the fact that my M/s life is not an M/s lifestyle (I am privately owned property) if one was the rare unicorn, it STILL wouldn't sway me to a position of automatic deference, because there is still that "I am not a BDSM socialist" hurdle.  One would have to put in the same level of hard work as Master, and as he does not share, that isn't going to happen. 

It Is What It Is

I'm happy with my M/s relationship. But I don't need to make it more. I don't need to have it be spiritual.  I don't need to say M/s makes my relationship deeper, more meaningful, better than vanilla ones. Its deep, meaningful and best for me.  It is what it is. I'm happy with that.

Rehab of a Screamer

I'm loud in bed. This is a problem for parents. Bring on the gags!  But this still requires a bit of stifling and concentration on my part.

But I'm sure in the end it will be possible. Retraining to ask first worked. I'm improving.

And I'm always up for more "practice".

The First Amendment

It would seem that the focus of the Freedom of Speech has undergone a radical change in America. Right now there are 1st Amendment violations going on in our country. The erosion of free speech is a big deal. Not that most people seem to care. Or even have noticed. I don't really agree with the Occupy Wall Street movement. I am, however, deeply disturbed by the government actions against it.  You don't see a lot of people standing up to say "That's not right!"

Where are those people?  Home, online, complaining in chatrooms and the like that their 1st Amendment right to post unmoderated and uncriticize on 3rd party sites. On the radio, complaining they lost employment when they spewed racist crap on their boss' airwaves. 

Not protesting Veterans getting brain damage and old lady's getting a face full of pepper spray.

I wish every idiot who spewed some ignorant idiocy about the 1st Amendment were forced to take a Constitutional knowledge class. But mandating ignorant people learn because they said something stupid would violate the 1st Amendment.

Sigh.

Mental Notes

1.  It hurts to carry a box to the car with sore nipples.

That is all.

Bond... James Bond

I remember a LONG time ago my friend B describing making a woman orgasm as making you feel like looking in the mirror and saying "Bond, James Bond".  I can relate.  My owner had some pretty varied experiences by the time I was collared.  Scores of women.  I will admit - I have a certain degree of "Bond, James Bond" being at the top of the list.  Master has actually been with women where he could simply stop having sex, without bothering to get off.  That has never happened with me and, all these years later, it still doesn't. 

I love being the only one who has ever been able to consistently get him off orally.  I love that pat on the head "You are SO good at that" sense of accomplishment.  But most of all, I love being able to give him with that same legs shaking "DAMN!" orgasms that he gives me.   

I love to make him happy.  There are a lot of little things, day to day.  But sex is a part of that.  Our unflagging sexual energy, the better part of the way into a decade, the ongoing to ability to catch and hold each others' interest without feeling that 7 year itch... I have a very happy life.

Holy Fuck, Are You Fucking Kidding Me?

The only way Jerry Sandusky could be creepier is if he spent the next interview rubbing a stuffed animal against his crotch.