So. I hope you've read the most recent post in my pet's journal, otherwise this isn't gonna make a whole lot of sense.


I like to think of the purpose of training as finding all your sub's (metaphorical and literal) knobs, buttons, dials, switches, levers, gears, settings menus and command line interfaces. Put another way, while you only need a few notes to play twinkle twinkle little star, you need to have the whole damned organ if you're going to play Bach's Toccatta and Fugue in D minor. Of course, there's more to it than that, but that's the essence of what we're thrusting toward, here.

We're finally there. While there's always a little more to uncover, and new mysteries to reveal and bring to light, because people are infinitely complex like that, my pet has finally revealed enough buttons and the correct mindset to become an instrument worthy of my symphony. (please, there really is no need to point out how wanky this metaphor is becoming- I'm fully aware, I've just come too damed far to give up on it now.) The last two sessions, in all their intensity and the change of mentality that's allowed us to experience what we have, are simply remarkable.

And it all comes back to trust. My pet knows that she can trust me enough to completely let go, and I can trust her to give herself to me entirely. There are places we aren't ready to go yet, sure, but we've at last managed to open the door to true and complete submission.

Now to turn to a few questions.

In answer to yours, pet, all I did was wait, relax you and then start to slowly turn you on until there was nothing you could do about it. It's really not complicated.

To the anonymous wanker who felt so stridently that what I do with my pet is no different from abuse and domestic violence- first of all, get fucked. Second, here's the difference. Consent. An abuser or a rapist gives no thought or care for that, but consent is a fundamental principle of BDSM. I would never do, never dream of doing, never even consider doing something that my pet, being of a sound mind and with an honest heart, did not give her explicit and unreserved permission to participate in. What we do, we do because it is satisfying and enjoyable to both of us. Whilst I respect your right not to share in it or to find it unsettling, I neither deserve nor appreciate being lumped in with the perpetrators of domestic abuse by someone who claims to speak for 'all right thinking people' (a group you certainly have no right to claim to be part of). Also, if you're going to leave a belligerant and judgemental comment, then show some courage and commitment and sign your damn name to it.

WW out.