Depression

11/22/2010 7:36:55 AM

'That is a depression I can understand (I said to a slave, who is depressed over never being able to find what he wants in life).  Don't worry, however, about keeping me up. If I want to leave, I will leave and if I want to stay, I will stay. All I want is real slaves who really live by my lifestyle, not only their own.  I am willing to accommodate fetishes which do not offend me, and none which do.  I don't know why this is such a hard concept for people to grasp. They want me to reel out a big fantasy for them. I want the slave where being owned, being told to do this, do that, and knowing that they have done it well and that I am pleased with them, is their fantasy. I don't understand why it is so hard to find. When I was a slave, I was enormously happy to be of use, to help someone accomplish their goals, ease their body and soul after a hard day - and I'm not talking about sex. I'm talking about massage, aromatherapy, reading to them, good conversation. removing their coat when they came home, helping them out of their frozen boots and into some nice, warm wool-silk blend socks and slippers; preparing hot meals that were both tasty and served on time. I loved to wake up in the morning and walk down the long, cold hall, getting the fires started (or getting the slaves who did such things started), running the bath water, laying out the clothes, making sure the meal was ready, and whether I was allowed to sit with them and eat or I ate somewhere else, if I slept beside them or at their feet, or on the floor, or in the kitchen, or in a bed in a room with other slaves, or in a modest bedroom, or in a bedroom fit for a queen made no difference to my service. Except, of course, it is a little easier, when one is a little less stiff and a little less cold. That's all I want. Good work slaves, who go out and earn money, or stay in and earn money, and do chores, and are companionable. If I had the funds to do so, I would take the good work slaves who did not work for money, but, alas, I am not there, not yet. If I had slaves, though, I think, in a year or two, I could be. Maybe five, tops. Assuming the world does not fall down around our ears, in the meantime. Hey, this is rather good. I think I shall post it in my journal.  lol' And, then, I did, with minor alterations.