After that busy weekend was over, I had a chance to reflect on my answer and with to continue to reply to the question. There is of course, much more to ownership that just beating your property every other week. As with the slave, every act that you take influences your relationship with your property. You do have latitude, but you must carry the responsibility of two lives with you, not just your own. You must communicate with your slave in an open and truthful manner. The owner must take care that in dealing with others in the lifestyle, the highest protocol is followed. In other words, I am a firm believer in leadership by example. I can not expect my slave to behave in a way with others that I do not expect of myself.


On to the beating part, yes, a good beating does wonders for the slave. The beating works on several levels to keep the slave in the right “head space”. First, it gives the slave a big endorphin rush, cleansing the mind of the petty concerns and frustrations of the past week. If you are capable, you can send her into sub space, giving her a little vacation from this world and showing her the realms that abound in our minds.


Second, it is a physical demonstration of your Dominance and ownership of the property that is before you. Like with any other mental conditioning, re-enforcement is necessary to continue with the program that you have set up for the slave. Remember that the slave needs this just as much as the Master does. She wants you to show how and why you are the Master, so that she may never forget it.


The last reason is that the Master should not allow his skill to wither on the vine. He needs to keep his methods in good stead so that public play he shows his skill and devotion to his peers. I prefer to start slow with light weight floggers to warm up my property so that she is not injured in the play that we do. Swinging to the music, the beat continues to the beat. Watching carefully to gauge what the blows are doing to my property. I read her to find out where she is and how to continue the flogging. Looking at the muscle groups of the back and how she grips the cuffs that hold her to the cross show me what to do next. The leather floggers come next, working the tempo and the sensation up. Building chemicals in the body, forcing her deeper into her mind. The big thudders come out, made of roofing membrane and custom made for me. They bring her quickly to what she calls the Darkness. She starts to sob at this point, I continue the relentless beat and drive the floggers in to her flesh as she cries out her pain and rage at the world of her past. I give her a short pause and bring out the last tool I will use. The “Preacher” is snapped like a gunshot next to her head. She stands up and gives a little shudder. I begin slowly, using the single tail like a brush on her reddened flesh. Not marking her, but letting her know that more is to come. The black leather in my hand becomes a living thing that feeds on the skin of my slave as bites deeper. Now marks begin to appear flare like red vines growing from her skin. Small snaps are heard as the tip of the whip goes supersonic before it feeds some more on the flesh of my slave. She describes the touch of the Preacher as ice cold razor blades cutting her skin. I bring her to the point of entering sub space. Letting the whip fall to my side and moving to my slave’s side. Releasing her cuffs, she falls into my arms and I gently bring her down to the floor. She has gone in to that other world, sub space, her eyes rolled back in her head. I sit beside her watching her carefully. For minutes, she is frozen on the floor, eyes looking in other places, seeing other things. My slave moves with a groan and then arches her back slipping into a full body orgasm. Her eyes meet mine and I see into her soul. She shows me what she is, my slave.


Reposted from my 360 page.