How can one not respect a slave? To accept a gift is easy. To give is much harder, and yet mine gave themselves to me freely with nothing held back and continue to give with every breath that they take — 24/7 with no limits beyond my common sense and no way for them to quit with honour. I rule their lives!
I know AG has already heard this but, seven years ago, in pursuit of her dream of total enslavement, my alpha flew a third of the way around the planet to give herself to me sight-unseen. Not only that but we have had an ocean and a continent between us for the last four years.
Hell, alpha is a beautiful young woman, twenty years my junior, and surrounded by people telling her she’s crazy to stick with me. I couldn’t stop her running if I tried. And yet she remains and will remain, if not for love then for honour — as fiercely loyal, dutifully obedient and brave as any samurai.
I do more than respect her. I admire her strength. Anyone who sees nothing to respect in such courage and devotion, doesn’t know the meaning of the word!
And yet, I can see how easy it is to get confused when, by the standards of the vanilla world, what is demanded of a submissive may well indicate the very opposite of respect. I know my puddle suffered that confusion a while back and is, I suspect, having a little relapse right now.
I don’t want to gross anyone out with the details but the fact is, puddle is an emotional masochist and an humiliation-slut. Having quit my service once before, unable to accept kindness … Well, let’s just say that if I was to call it ‘pet’, I think alpha would have to call a doctor to help puddle over the shock of such praise.
But does treating puddle like shit mean that I don’t respect and admire it? Absolutely not! Less than three years ago, puddle was conservative middle America personified. Now, it considers no act of self-effacement too degrading to show its obedience and sincerity. That takes some special kind of determination. How could I not respect that?
What it comes down to, I guess, is that it is all a matter of perspective. No act is inherently degrading. No name is inherently humiliating. It is only our perceptions that make them so.
Change perceptions and suffering to be treated even worse than a dog can become, not a crushing of self-esteem, but a source of real pride — “In obedience, i have done what no ordinary woman would do which makes me not less but more!”
I think puddle gets that. I think, little by little, it has come to see each new humiliation heaped upon it for what it truly is — not something done out of malice to demean it, but a new opportunity offered to shine and take pride in achievement. It’s all in the mind!