I am most usually in complete control of
my environment. I am actually quite blessed in that many people I
encounter naturally seem to enjoy being of service to me.
However often when a submissive or slave initially communicates with
me online. They seem to be put off that I am not demanding, domineering
or abusive enough in my words.
I actually received an email yesterday by a very young slave seeking
a new Master, her question was "I read some of your blog. I don't
understand why you can consider yourself a Master when it's clear your
a submissive." Her question was a sincere one so I made-up a short
story to explain it to her. I decided to share it with all of you as
well.
There was once a Drill Instructor (DI) that was unlike any other at
the boot camp. He always had a smile, and very rarely needed to raise
his voice let alone scream or physically punish his recruits. Now this
didn’t sit well with the other instructors which regularly made
comments about him behind his back, and often in the presence of their
own recruits.
One day shortly before graduation at the mess hall a group of
recruits were speaking with each other. They began to swap horror
stories about boot camp, and how they hated there Drill Instructors
(DIs). That is when the “happy” DI was mentioned.
They began laughing about him, and repeating the stories they heard
from there own DIs. About him being weak, and perhaps even gay (which
is why he was always so happy to be around fit young men). It was at
that point that one of the recruits spoke up. “He is nothing like
that!”. “Oh how do you know?” another said. “Because he IS my DI” the
recruit replied.
You guys don’t have a clue. He is a combat veteran and has been awarded for bravery.
On the first day of boot camp when we met him. He walked into our
barracks and started screaming at us! Before we knew it he had us
aching and exhausted from all the things he had us doing. Then he just
left. The next day when he arrived we were all scared of this crazy
bastard! There wasn’t one of us that didn’t already hate him. But
something was different, he walked in with a smile on his face, and
spoke calmly not yelling once. He told us to be at easy and gather
around.
This is what he said to us. “You can train a dog to obey you out of
fear. Yet that dog will abandon or attack you when given the chance.
How many of you by a show of hands understand how that dog may feel?”
(almost everyone raised there hands)
“Good! When I came in here yesterday I gave you a lesson in fear.
But you can also train a dog with love, discipline, and patience. That
dog will die before it is disloyal or stops attempting to please you.
Now each of you willingly chose to be here. So the desire to succeed is
already within you. The conditioning and lessons you learn here are to
prepare you for service.”
“One day each of you may be faced with being killed or worse, and
the only support you will have are those wearing the same uniform as
you. The only reason I am able to be here today is because of another
soldier, who would not abandon me even though at the time he knew it
could cost him his life. I promise each of you here and now. If you
follow my orders unconditionally. I will prepare and empower each of
you (as those that have come before you , and shall after you) to
succeed and thrive. So when that day comes, and you look to the person
next to you. You can be safe in knowing you can trust your life to
them, and them to you.”
From that moment on he never had to yell at us. Training is hard
sure, and he expects 110% in everything we do. But each of us want to
give him 120%, because we know we can count on him, and each other no
matter what comes our way. You guys want to kill you die DIs. While we
would die for ours ....
