Thunderlair

A Slave's Journey  She was a young woman who came to me unbidden, asking for only a few minutes of my time. She was dressed very simply in flowing white, yet was carefully prepared to show herself at her best. She was very lovely, but her youth was especially attractive to me, for she could have been my youngest daughter.  There was no chair for her to sit before me, and this disconcerted her. I motioned for her to sit on the cushions at my feet. Then she smiled at me and did as I bade.  She spoke to me very directly in a low and melodious voice. "Thank you for seeing me, sir. I have come to you to learn of the Way of Submission. I have been told you are a Master of great wisdom, and I wish to learn the truth. I understand that you are now retired, but truly I need your help, and I beg for your indulgence, kind sir." She looked up at me, her face shining with hope.  "It is true that I no longer teach," I replied. "I have left the bustle of the world behind, and these days I often sit alone in contemplation and remember the past."  "Please, sir, help me!" she begged. "I gladly will pay you very well. You only need ask and anything that I can provide will be yours."  "What is it that you wish to learn?" I asked, intrigued. "Do you wish to become a slave or to create one?" My directness seemed to disturb her, for I could see she was struggling to reply.  "Ahh!" I continued. "Does the word 'slave' disturb you? I know it is not a 'nice' word in these times, and yet slavery has been part of human society from its very roots. Today most slaves do not acknowledge their bondage ? they call themselves free yet they are enslaved by one means or other. Many are slaves to their work. Of course, our governments also deceive us and try to hold us in its bondage as well. These are accepted as normal, but none dare label them truthfully as the bondage they are."  She was silent, and I continued, "Do you wish to hear of the history of slavery in human society? Or of the day-to-day slavery of life in our times? Or, perhaps, the slavery in which some mating couples bind themselves together?" I could sense her desire by her subtle movements while I spoke, but she needed to acknowledge it out loud. I quietly waited.  "Yes, please, tell me of mate slavery," finally came her very soft reply.  I smiled at her.? The 'mate-slave' is someone who has willingly taken a vow of submission and obedience to their mate. Their slavery is not coerced, nor are they held forcibly by an oppressive social or legal system. Indeed, the world around them guarantees their freedom to turn away from their mate and seek another life -- and yet they choose to live in a private world in which they are truly a slave to their mate."  She settled herself and listened very attentively as I spoke. Then I gently asked her, "Have you felt the urge to experience the submissiveness of your female nature? Or, perhaps your mate has asked for your submission?"  She raised her eyes to mine and answered calmly. "I am not a slave by nature, but I have thought about it recently. My last lover asked me to fully submit to him. I did not. I felt threatened by what he said, so I rejected and ridiculed him. He left me vowing that he would never speak to me again. I soon came to regret my hasty words. I have tried to reach him, but he will not answer me. My love is much stronger than I realized then, and I cannot forget him. I know it is too late for me to win him back unless I can do as he wishes ? and yet I am afraid that I cannot. I need to learn more about what he wanted from me. I need your guidance to help me decide what to do."  I smiled at her sadly for her pain and said, "All of us, Masters and slaves, rejoice in our hearts with those who join us, and ache for the loss and despair of those who have not found their way but need to. I hope my words will help you find your way."  I continued, "All relationships are different because all people are different, but underlying our individual differences we share many things. In mate-slavery both partners are reaching beyond ordinary social facades and striving to meet their needs through the other in a way 'normal' relationships cannot. Does this make mate-slavery better? Perhaps, but not necessarily. There is much potential power there, and if used wisely it can forge a bond of great strength between two people."  She asked with doubt clear in her voice, "You think being a slave can be better than just being a wife?"  I could hear the skepticism in her voice. I had to quash it now, firmly. "Yes. It can. Does being a slave make you in any way less than a 'normal' wife? Indeed not. Rather, we know that within you are far more. You have opened yourself to new possibilities. You have committed yourself to your mate with more confidence and enthusiasm. Your intensity and passion can fire your relationship far longer than a normal wife's. Few wives have a man with the power and passion that slaves do."  My speaking of passion caused a brief look of remorse and longing to pass across her face, but she remained silent, listening.  "Your lover's desire to fully possess you was not unusual. Many men desire this, and many women desire to be possessed as well, but still, few dare to bring it to reality. However, our sexuality and emotional needs are very complex, and there are many patterns and variations. For example, there are also men who desire to submit and emerge themselves in their love for a woman, and there are women who desire to possess men. All of these relationships can work given the right circumstances."  "Your reasons for submitting as a slave to your mate must be your own. Most slaves prefer to be the property of one Master, much as a wife literally belonged to her husband in ages past. For a few slaves, however, their adventurous spirit requires the pleasure and excitement of serving more than one Master. It does not matter which type you become, since all can find happiness in this world, and in turn bring happiness to their Masters. The most important thing for you is which lifestyle will bring happiness to you. Women usually find that by bringing more happiness to their men they in turn bring more happiness to their feminine souls."  Here she looked up at me with some fire.? I pleased him in other ways, many other ways," she cried. "I shared with him. I compromised and tried to make plans with him. I was a good lover, too! I don't think I did fail him!"  "Then," I asked, " why did he ask you to submit to him? Didn't he want MORE from you? And then, in response, didn't you refuse and thus force him to leave you?"  Her mouth opened, but she had no words to say. She shook her head, in anger perhaps, and then two tears silently rolled down her cheeks.  Relentlessly, raising my voice, I went on, "How can a Master not value his slave's commitment? When he is fully involved with her slavery, he will ensure that she is given an opportunity to prove her love and dedication! Becoming a slave is not an end ? it is more aptly a new beginning."  I continued more quietly, "Nothing in life is without risks, but mate-slavery is especially rewarding in these days of separate incomes, easy divorces, and separate lifestyles. Slavery can bring a greater level of support and security to the woman, more rewards to the man, and a higher level of excitement to the relationship."  I repeated, "Nothing is without risks, but mate-slavery can bring great rewards ? if you risk it." She looked at me silently, her pretty face graven, perhaps now beginning to understand.  "You did not follow his lead towards enriching your relationship. So, yes, you did fail him."  I had thrown her worst fears back at her, and misery showed in her face.  "A mate-slave couple is indeed blessed. Of course, what I have said are idealizations, and we know the reality in our lives falls short of the ideals which guide it. Still, a woman living as a slave enjoys a rare opportunity. One which you have missed."  She stared at me, her face now a picture of grief. Such saddness in the face of one so young and pretty tore at my heart.  Very gently I said, "However, you believe you may have one last chance to reach your lover. Do you care enough to try for it? You must be very sure. Only if you are very sure will I instruct you in the Way of Submission."  She sat silently, gathering her courage perhaps. Then she spoke. "Yes, please," she said in a quiet voice. "I can see your great wisdom and the value of your guidance. I understand now that I can learn a great deal from you. And I am very, very sure. I want my lover back. Please, teach me."  "I will take no money, but you will pay by serving me here in the evenings. We will begin each lesson with study and discussion, but talk means little where the soul is concerned ? only actions count."  "You mean, Sir, " she whispered, "that I would have to serve as your slave?"  I nodded. "When I teach you about the Way of Submission, as a serious student you will become a slave-in-training. If you are receptive to the lessons there is no doubt that you would truly be enslaved by the end."  "Oh!" she said looking somewhat uncomfortable. "I know I'm certainly not ready to agree to being a slave now, and even more I'm not sure if I believe you. I don't think it would be very easy for me to become a slave, after all, I've been pretty independent my whole life."  I smiled. "Trust me, young lady. The potential indeed lies within you. I can see it myself. It only needs the proper nurturing and development. It will happen as I say if you are truly serious in your desire and conscientious in your study. You will be reborn as a lovely slave girl."  She was silent and stared down at the ground for a few moments, thinking, then she looked deeply into my eyes as she spoke,"If I become a 'slave-in-training' expecting that your training will enslave me, I require one promise from you." She looked at me expectantly.  I nodded. "State your request."  Her words tumbled out, "That I be given as a slave to the man I love."  I smiled at her. "Blessed are you, my dear. I would do that in any case. Then, we are agreed that you will enter my training?"  She nodded her head and whispered, "Yes, sir."  I found I was very pleased. I then gave her detailed instructions for her next visit and sent her on her way. I watched her leave, examining her body. She would make a very lovely slave.  Each day she would come to me, at the time and in the manner I specified. I would instruct her in the Way of Submission. Each day she would study and then would experience what I demanded for her training.  I turned to my book, 'The Way of Submission,' which I had spent so many years in writing, and I opened it to muse on its mysterious ways.  In the end, it would be as I said. There was no doubt that she would succumb to the yearnings of submission in her heart. Her longing for her lost lover was strong, and she understood that she could not bridge the barrier between them as a free woman, but after I had enslaved her she would be sent to him, and she would at last belong to him. She would make them both very happy.