The Slave Master Relationship

written by Softsighn ( Softsighn@aol.com
) as told to herby jeanie, slave to Master Vaughn

Irn and I begin our road of D/s many years back. At that time we had no terms for what our relationship was. Over time as we discovered the various terms for our particular lifestyle and embraced them realizing that this was exactly the life we have lead, I myself looked at the term slave. I could except submissive, I could except slut and cunt, but I found the single term SLAVE to be negative in my thinking.

Irn as well found the term to be offensive to him. Repeatedly he would say to me YOU ARE NOT A SLAVE, and he refused to even consider using the term.

Then three years ago we met a remarkable lady, and a lady she was in just about every way one can think of applying the title, (other then that given as a birthright through royalty or marriage). She carried herself with such pride, displayed such a total self love for the person she was that it made us realize that the term SLAVE was the person within and the person she/he represents, not what history has labeled it.

I came to realize that to me, the term SLAVE holds a deeper meaning of who I am and my feeling for Irn, and he has excepted the term as one filled with a deep love and compassion.

I know this may sound corny but let me describe it in these terms as it was described to me by this wonderful lady, jeanie, slave to Master Vaughn

MASTER He is the sun in the sky, the wind and the rain, the rock and the mighty oak. As the sun he warms me, lights my days and lights my path.

As the wind he blows away my fears, cools me on a summers day, is soothing or can be furious.

As the Rock he is what stables my life, holds together my mayhem.

As the mighty oak, he protects me, gives me shelter and embraces me with his limbs.

SLAVE I am the ground beneath the might oak, I am the birds in the sky, the flowers in the field and clear stream that runs in the valley.

As the ground I am at his feet, keeping him stable without binding, giving nourishment. Like the birds of the sky I seek shelter in his branches, yet am free to fly, though I seek not to. On the wind I can soar to great heights feeling his fingers of currents lifting me yet holding me tenderly. I am his flower to blossom at his touch, providing my beauty for him because of him. Because of him I can (as the flower) exist on the desert floor or the high mountain top. As the stream I am there to quench his thrust, and to flow through is life in the path he fashions for me. The sounds I make are soothing to him, yet he knows I have hidden depths and with one wrong step can be dangerous to those not prepared.

Together we make our world, separate neither can survive.

Together we have discovered the deeper beauty of the term Slave, now when I hear him call me HIS SLAVE, I have a feeling so deep inside that it squeezes at my heart like a velvet embrace and I want to cry from the sheer joy of it.

When he says the term slave, it is said with such affection and love. He once told me that the first time he really use the term My Slave (which was at our collaring) he felt like someone that had been gone from home along time and finally had returned.

Being a slave in a relationship is always going to have to be defined by the people in the relationship, it always has been that way and always will be that way. It doesn't take away from what a submissive is, or from anyone who cannot find it comfortable to call themselves slaves, or call others slaves, that term has to come from each individual desire and need. We, each of us, look for and find our own paths that are right for us, and only us.

Slave and Master relationships to me is as varied and individual as each person that walk this world, each special and unique.