Questions from slaves

12/14/2010 12:11:14 PM

Question (just sent me): Dear Mistress Sarletta, I have contacted you before to tell you how much I enjoy your journal entries. Even though we are miles apart in distance, age, and what we seek in a relationship, I use your thoughts, ideas, and wants as a sort of Rosetta Stone to decipher my own views towards this life style. I can well imagine that the plethora of idiots on this site keeps you busy answering emails, but I wonder if you might answer a question that I have? Since we live in an age and country where forced slavery is outlawed, what we have on CM is consensual slavery. You, as a potential slave holder, can not go down to slave market and purchase a male to serve you in the manner which you describe. So you are forced to find a consensual slave to serve you. But if you prohibit that slave from possessing any romantic notions toward you and certainly no sexual contact (and in fact state that the idea of an amorous relationship with your slave, because he is your slave, is repulsive to you) what is the motivation that would bind a slave to you? I am not taking about these idiots who get there jollies fantasizing about being under your whip. If you have the time and the inclination, I would cherish your response.   Answer:   It is Mistress Arletta, (name removed)What is it that keeps people being in awe of Buddha even though he is long dead and was really just some guy who walked around and thought things?  What is it that makes a student love that one teacher, even though they are teaching a hard subject that the student never wanted to learn before?Slaves are not for sex, they are not about sex. If anyone is looking for a sexual relationship out of it, then, they are not a slave. Slaves, consensual slaves, are persons who desire to do for, and give to, others. It is what makes them feel fulfilled. They want to be owned and cherished, having been accepted for what they are. And, believe you me, there are plenty of them out there. Unfortunately, most of them have been extremely abused by people who think it is all about sex and pain - which are fetishes, not components of slavery; and, many of them are not relocatable. To slave means to work, you know? There are many people, the world over, who want to work and to do what they work at well, and to be appreciated for that. Some of them would like to go a bit deeper than that, and, some of them would like to do it while wearing shackles. They are all lovely people, who should never be despised or abused. And, for those people, the relationship is set in these activities. It is their deepest fulfillment to serve, to be allowed to serve, without anyone trying to make them feel as if it is wrong, unwanted, or unappreciated.I was a slave to two men, whom, if they showed up, I would still do anything for. They were the only men in my life who did not try to force me into a sexual relationship. One of them beat me with his belt, once, and then he learned who I was, and more of who he was, and stopped doing that. I never had to give them money (but, sometimes I did anyway), nor did I expect money or other compensation (though, I got it, sometimes, anyway). I helped them with their work, and I was glad to be of use, to help someone further their own goals which I could respect, or to do their work better so that whatever was bad about it had less negative impact upon the world. What kept me there was mutual respect and love. Any sex we had was always with someone else. One does not need sex to feel love or respect, and, often, it causes the opposite reaction. If a woman is having sex with a man, and he is enjoying the sex, she never knows, after all, how he feels about her. I do know that most people who claim to be slaves would not serve me unless sex was a component of the relationship, so, I do know how they feel about me, and how that is, is that I should be serving their penis. Which is hardly a slave-like attitude for them to be having, so, at least we are all in agreement that they would not be good slaves for me. Pity, though, about the few really good, true slaves that are just too far away. (sigh)