Like a virgin.....

Sometimes, when we Master, we must trust the subs training. He is a fool who does not allow the submissive the freedoms to correct her own course with the tools that she has been taught to use. The old saying "smooth seas never made skillful sailors" is just as true for the submissive as it was for the sailors. When one holds the leash too close or too tight, micromanaging all she does or her every response, how will the one know if she has learned anything? No, I see the need to let her have some rope, run a bit, even piddle on the floor (metaphorically speaking) because that is the only way she will learn to practice what I have taught her.

There are those times, however, that at the end of her leash she gets lost. she forgets her training and starts to panic. she begins to spin out of control and is in danger of falling off her pillow (her place of balance). It is then that the Master must make the rope a lifeline and bring her back to His side where He can instruct, teach, and even smack some good old fashioned sense into her. This is what happened here.


I saw she was not going to correct herself, she was scared and she was spinning out of control. I sent her an email, firm and clear. Love, said I, is a Master giving what she needs, not always what she wants. she was to bow every hour at the same time all day, bow her head to the floor and whisper "Thank You Master, i don't deserve You." Of course with her vision blurry she felt that this was punishment, not correction and I allowed that to continue for a bit. But, as she progressed through her day, she came to see she had been a whiny brat in truth. she started to see the truth of the whisper, that when she is at her best, and in her place, I do not deserve her either.


The result of this simple gesture allowed her to be reminded that she is loved, she is protected, and she also saw how she was behaving lately. she took to the assignment like it was the only source of fresh water for miles in the desert. she bowed at her desk at work, bowed at the corner of her cubicle, and even (because of poor timing) bowed in the middle of Subway. I literally watched her melt away into the assignment and find that place of balance. she came back into focus. This following statement, by Me, was the praise I gave her for an assignment well done.

I sit and watch My flower bloom, the joy I have towards each pedal is unmistakable. I sit and behold with loving care as she stretches her wings and soars. I observe her bowing and loving and serving, her tail wagging playing safely in Master's back yard. I see her boldness her joy her delight as she pushes herself all the way to the fence and sticks her tongue out at the ones walking on the outside. 

See that one, on her knees whispering......oh yes, that one is Mine.

Never have I been more proud to be your King than right at this very moment.

I love you My sub, My dirty slut, My girl.

King