Saturday, April 24, 2010

Happiness in Servitude

One of my first questions about an FLR was: What about the man? Can a woman really expect to dominate a man consistently and have him still feel like a man? Is a man seeking this kind of relationship really a true man, or just another man with a sick fetish?

As I entered into the first stages of an FLR with my pet, it became very apparent to me that he was more of a real man than any man I'd ever known. His concern for me and insistence on making everything about me spoke of an achieved maturity and strength that only comes about once in a lifetime--especially in my lifetime. So, there I was trying to reconcile my preconceived notions of males in FLR's with the perfect relationship building between my pet and I.

It wasn't until I began doing research to study what worked for other FLR couples that I noticed an interesting phenomenon. All the males, the slaves, were exceedingly happy. These were men who started their days pleasuring their mates and then working on completing whatever tasks said mates set for them. Coming from a background where my father was the dominant one, I found this all rather odd, but intriguing.

It made me be on the lookout for a great little notebook I could create Pussy Slave To Do lists on. Of course, I'll need to find a matching pen for the complete ensemble first.

Tonight, after beating my slave due to a particularly awful day, it hit me why the sub-males are so happy in FLR's. They know what is expected of them. They are in a relationship structured to remove the guesswork of trying to decipher what a woman is really thinking or wants. There are no weeks, or sometimes years in the case of normal relationship, of subtle hints or games being played. Rules, directives and expectations are all laid out clearly, and males know how to avoid failure. Their energy can instead be spent on getting through their To Do lists (if they have one), offering themselves up as an outlet for aggression or their doms' need for a power trip, or the most important part, worshiping their doms' bodies.

A man's greatest needs are to feel desired, wanted, needed and appreciated. In this instant reward or punishment relationship, my slave knows that he is all of these things to me, including and especially loved. Why? Because I set the boundaries and care enough to hold him to them. He can give me exactly what I need because I tell him what that is. To my pet's absolute credit, he observes and pays attention to the point of anticipating my directives and needs before I am able to verbalize them.

When a person is given the expectations up front and then it is proven those will hold true, you remove a good deal of the fear and dishonesty that destroy relationships. In an FLR, or at least in mine, we find that we feed on one another's honesty. The innate trust built between us, something that happened so quickly it can only be described as destiny, allows for the love that removes all fear.

Unless my pet knows he's going to get beat and that it's going to be really bad. That tends to give him a small twinge of fear, and a large helping of respect for me. Under my control, he is pushed and encouraged to flourish as the amazing man he is, not nagged to death for failing to meet parameters he was never informed of.

Women, if you want your man to not only listen, but also do as you say, look into an FLR. It doesn't mean you have to install chains in your basement and leather straps on every wall surface, just that you are in control. Your number one priority is taking care of your slave, and his number one is to take care of your every want and need; to make you happy.

Tell me that does not sound like heaven.

-Alpha Pussy

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Goddess Realized

Pushed boundaries tested
Discipline disregarded
Control snatched back with a simple command
I count

Promises of pain
Pleasure anticipated
Dominance asserted with a sting of lash
I count

Echoed cries build
Power undiluted
Goddess realized within the quivering of flesh
I count

You whimper
I say harder
You beg
I say one more
You cry
I come