Vanilla-Xtract

My slave is such a good girl. I’ve had nothing but a wonderful experience training her. She’s very receptive to anything I teach, and it sometimes is a challenge to stay two or three steps ahead of her. These days, I search for challenges. But when we met, I had already learned many things from my exploration of the world of BDSM or D/s. In particular, I was fascinated with how I felt when the slave would speak of herself in the third person. Of the many things I found to be arousing, I knew that this was something that would be a reminder of her position as a slave/sub, and my own as a Master/Dom. And it was something that she could be trained to do. I wanted her to do this all the time, but more importantly, I wanted her to do this naturally, without thinking. It would create a mindset, and I would know whether or not she was in “slave mode” just by listening to her. It was a speech protocol that could be used to measure her sense of submission to me at any given moment. I never reprimanded her for lack of use. Instead, I told her how arousing it is to me. I suggested that it might be arousing to her as well. She was surprised to hear this, when first introduced to the concept.

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The following is written by My precious slave, July 8, 2009:

Safe words have a place in the BDSM community. They are there to protect primarily the submissive/slave and also the Master. Ensuring that safety comes first. However, this girl and her Master have strong views about safe words in T/their relationship. Quite simply, T/they don’t have a requirement or need to use them.

This may seem foolish or unnecessary. After all, it’s just a word, a fail safe. What harm can there be in having a safe word? Well, in a Master/slave relationship, where the very foundation is built upon trust and control, the use of a safe word surely just erodes any element of trust that has ever been built up. In a Dom/sub relationship, where some sort of rules of engagement or codes of conduct and contract may exist, a safe word seems to be acceptable. However, when a girl has become a slave and totally submitted herself to her Master, become collared, then surely she is giving over all of her control and trust to Him. Because retaining a safe-word is retaining some element of control on the part of the slave, it gives her ‘an out’. When, or if things become too hard or tough she can just shout out the word and everything stops. Then there is the other side to this, that the Dom/Master comes to rely on hearing the safe word as a way of reducing His responsibility and threshold, He can just let go because at the back of His mind He will have the thought that, “well, she can tolerate this because she always can use the safe word” – whereas, in fact, the Master should always be in control and totally aware of his girl’s body’s limits and capabilities.

Therefore, this girl and Master have made a very conscious decision that no safe word will be used or required. She trusts Him totally. He knows her like no other. She feels safe, yet she knows He will push her as far as He can. He will inflict pain. He will humiliate her, demean her, make her feel like an object, and use her, but throughout it all He will always be aware of her thresholds, and of the need to “bring her back” safely and carefully. She has no worry or doubt about this.

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/// (c) Master Zoomer 2010
/// “against safe words”
/// May 5, 2010
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It’s a necessary annoyance.  She had the steel ring in her duffel under the seat in front of her. She touched her neck mindlessly as she stared at the black bag next to her feet, as if trying to see through the canvas at her precious Turian collar. One of the saddest things to do was to remove the collar before going through airport security. She tucked it in her bag, and clutched it tightly through the turnstile and didn’t loosen her grasp until she found her seat on the plane. Now her eyes had a virtual grasp of the collar, though it was out of plain sight. Her fingers rubbed high on her shoulder where the heavy metal usually touched her neck, wrapping securely there. Annoyance, indeed.

She wouldn’t see the collar again until Los Angeles.  The trip from England was pleasant, but long. It was as if time slowed down. Please, please, how fast does this plane go? She yearned for the descent to begin, when she could count down by minutes to the moment she would see her Master for the first time. Until then, it was a countdown by hours. Hours passed like days. Pleasant, but long. She stared at the bag by her feet.

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I just got an idea for how I’m going to treat you when you’re here.

There are times when I need to chill, or think, or do something that might look like I don’t want you around.  Sad? Not at all. Look at it this way: I am very comfortable keeping your cam up while you sleep, because it’s peaceful to watch you like that. It calms me.  When you get here in July, I will enjoy you for every moment that I get to have you with me. That means always.  I don’t have a desire to do anything without you. However, there are things I do alone when you’re there, like chill or think or write, or something. And the same goes for when you’re here.

What will I do with you when it’s time for me to have my alone time?  I will put you in the cage, wherever it is. It’s a foldable cage, large enough inside to sit or lie down. This makes it easy for it to be carried and moved to anywhere in the house where there’s room.  The best example I can think of is right here in the living room.  I am drafting this piece of writing right now from my couch. I think I’ll put you in your cage on the floor right in front of the big window with the curtains closed.  If you’re noisy or disturb me in some way, I might need to open the curtains to make you keep quiet and still in your nakedness, so that you don’t get noticed from outside the house where they can see directly into this room.

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