My slave calls it “ripping
off the band aid” it is when I am dead
set against taking care of myself or pampering myself and she bulldozes right
through me to do
what is best.
Before you get all smug or up in arms about topping from
below, pulling rank, being insubordinate, or refusing to obey- just remove the stick from your ass and listen:
When I started school I knew that I needed three ring
binders, money was a little tight because we had just moved and so I was doing what I could
to stay organized. We were at the store
and I was looking at the binders- I needed three of them- and she said “Master, you need these.” And I
said “No, we cant really afford them.”
At that point she stepped forward and said “Come on-
rip off the band aid, how many do you need?”
I tried to say no but she was already putting them into
the cart- and she was right- I needed them.
This happened again
just recently. After we moved into the new house the bathroom needed to
be re done. So I set her on
it. I didn’t want to have anything to do with the decision
making. I just wanted it handled, and boy did she. We made payments for
a while and this week they are gutting the bathroom and re doing it.
Within budget and paid up front, becasue that is how she knows I need things to be handled.
she calls it phase one. I stopped asking how many other phases there are
because as she runs into new ideas that
changes.
The point is that the other day we were at the store and I
saw it. Batman bathroom stuff! The soap dispenser
was AMAZING, and the shower curtain
rings! EPIC! So we went to
buy it and---
WHOOPS!! We ran
out of money and had to put it
back!!!
Ultimately I was OK with that- we had
enough to get through
for the week, but Batman would
have to wait.
So when we went back
to the store a week later and it
was still there- I was SHOCKED! I really
wanted them. I knew it would make us short on money so I said no. And again she stepped right up and said “Off with the band aid!” and she put the Goodies in the cart!
It is rough when she does those things. I get agitated, but I know
that she is right. The honest feeling is
that I feel so cared for. Like she sees past my words and right in to my heart.
I feel that this is a good example of one of the ways that
people would
say- it is not her place to override my decisions. You are the Master- AREN'T you?
But isn’t the heart of service to care for and provide for the Master?
Where then
does one stop and the other begin? Where
does service over ride servitude?
Some of that is easy- when
the Master is asking for something illegal that puts the slave at risk, when
the Master is inebriated or under the influence, when the Master is under extreme duress.
OK I get that part-
but what about the subtlety of the concept that is less extreme and more
- gray? Those “in between” parts where the majority of life is lived, where
the details lay.
Is the slave disobedient if they push the Master to drink on a hot day when the Master isn’t thirsty?
Is the slave disobedient if they make a meal that is appropriate for the Masters disease process,
but the Master wants what they shouldn’t have?
Is the slave disobedient if they are told to buy clothes but know the rent is over due and pay the
rent instead?
Where does the line cross from service and into
disobedience?
This is something that every Master has to answer for themselves- and I already know my answer:
Here it is!
BATMAN MANIA!!!! Will go up as soon as they are done with the renovation!
My backpack and school binders complete with colored inserts.
I am so LUCKY to have the service of my heart and not just my words!
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