The Rules of the Game: A lesson in Submission
‘Slavery for Dummies’
Every week I receive emails from men asking to be My live in slave. These men whom I have never met and know absolutely nothing about write Me long emails asking to move in with Me, be chained/chastised/caged… and be treated like dirt and forced into hard labour (see here). I feel that it is My duty to educate all you wank happy idiots on how all this works, because far too many of you have ABSOLUTELY NO GOD DAMN IDEA of how any of this works.
Therefore, I have decided to write a little (or maybe long, we’ll have to see how it develops as I write it) F.A.Q on servitude, submission and slavery for all you brain dead wank-masters out there.
Addendum: From now on, anyone who sends Me one of those awful emails will receive a link to this blog post and a photo of TubGirl in response.
Can I move in with you to become your slave?
Do I know you? Have we ever met? Why would I move someone whom I know absolutely nothing about into My home and personal life? Why on earth would you think that receiving an email from a total stranger would move Me to accept them into My life as a significant other for a long term basis? I am NOT a mail order bride! Are you planning on paying the rent, council tax and bills? Of course you aren’t. You want to give up all responsibilities and push them all over in My direction. You want to be a little child with no worries except whether Mistress wants a foot massage. ~That isn’t how it works.
Why are you asking for money? If you are really into this, you’ll do it all for free.
My house costs over 3K a month before bills. My playspace costs over 1.5K. Add onto that vet bills for the cats, clothes, food, income tax, hair dressers, travel, nail salons, home maintenance etc, and the pounds pile up. And on top of it, you want Me to take someone into My home whom I will have to feed, clothe etc? NO! The ENTIRE point of servitude is to support your Mistress’s lifestyle. The #1 way to do this is financially. I enjoy what I do, and I do love having personal D/s relationships, but every hour spent with a personal slave is an hour during which I am not earning a living. If you want to be in My life, I expect to be supported financially by you, no discussions.
Can you keep me caged like an animal?
No, no and NO! Have you ever in your life read an article about people who have been imprisoned on a long term basis? Muscles start to atrophy, rendering them unable to walk, mental illness sets in, and all sorts of other ailments… blood pools in the extremities etc. Also, My guess is you would piss and shit in a pot. And you would of course expect Me to clean that up for you. If you really think this is a viable option, I recommend checking yourself into a mental health facility because your brain needs some serious rewiring.
Can I eat your shit every day? I want to be your full time toilet.
As much as I love human toilets, and I actively encourage anybody with this fetish to pursue it, living off of poo is completely unviable. Poo is predigested food. DI-GES-TED means all the nutrition has been sucked out of it and what comes out of the body is the waste that the gastro-intestinal system was unable to process. Living off shit would not only put a huge strain on your digestive system, it would also be about as nutritious as living off paper towels soaked in water.
Can we go for a date and if we get along I become your slave?
I am more than happy to go to dinner with you. However, I will expect to be tributed for My time (see above). Deciding during a dinner date if you are to move into My home and be My live in slave… well that is never going to happen. A meal is no way to see if two people match up well in play, or in life.
Ok, I get it. So how do I become your slave then?
If you approach Me speaking of slavery, that is already a direct disqualification. You have an end game in mind and will always be looking towards that and be dissatisfied until you have reached it. I am a big believer in living in the here and now. As long as you are looking at an end goal, you are drawing your attention away from the present and completely missing out on the most important part: the natural building of a relationship.
If you like the look and sound of Me, book a session. Come and play with Me. Session with Me regularly and a bond will grow naturally. Eventually, once I trust you, I might start asking you to serve Me personally. We might even go out and do things together… let things happen naturally. Don’t rush them. After all, a D/s relationship is as involved as a marriage. would you pick a woman on okcupid and write to Her saying you want to move into her house, get married, buy a dog and have children together? OF COURSE NOT! Why? Because that makes you look like a madman who needs to be locked up. Same circus, different monkey. Leave things the space to happen naturally. Don’t even talk of D/s. Let it come if a bond grows between us. Be patient and stop thinking with your cock like a complete fucktard. Oh and one other thing, if you read femdom erotica etc. (which is presumably where you got all these outlandish ideas) remember that IT IS FICTION! That stuff doesn’t work in real life. It’s like reading Cinderella and believing that Prince Harry is going to find your shoe after you drove to Buckingham palace in a magic pumpkin and thing “Eureka! I’ve found my one and only love!”. Things don’t happen like that.