Gotta have stuff!

We've been shopping again, folks.

Careful readers will note that we appear to have spent a lot of money lately. Even more careful readers will have noted that neither of us work fulltime. So how do we suddenly have this seemingly endless purchasing power?

The explanation is this:

We view our current relationship as being far more of a commitment than a marriage. Slavery can never be legally binding, and rightly so, but the contract that we will be signing represents a total abandonment of the self into the hands of another human being. What freedoms brat will have from the moment her collar is fixed around her neck will be granted by Me.

No wedding vow can have the same impact as a consensual agreement to be enslaved.

Bearing this in mind, and bearing in mind that the average wedding in the UK costs around £10,000 ($18,500), spending something like £300 ($550) on a quality, permanent, handmade, custom fitted collar and various other high quality pieces of equipment is - in my mind - a sound investment.

It's also the most we're ever likely to spend on the subject.

Here's a list of everything we've bought in preparation for brat's collaring:

- Many pairs of frilly and/or girly knickers so that brat will feel more feminine and so she can stop stealing mine.
- The equestrian riding crop that strikes lustfear into the hearts of spanko's everywhere
- A rubber paddle
- A fucking huge leather paddle, furry on one side, evil on the other
- A pair of very opulent fur-lined, padlockable cuffs
- A trainer butt plug
- A tiny set of Thai Beads
- A Hitachi Magic Wand. Orgasm torture, for the use of
- A ballgag that might actually shut her up
- A gorgeous cane with a leather handle that I am in total love with
- A new maids' outfit (Yes yes, HNT photoshoot on the cards, maybe not this week though)
- Ten meters of lovely royal purple rope
- A new roll of bondage tape
- And of course, the custom made Turian collar


I'm sure there's more, but I forget what else is in our toy bag now.

Now, about My philosophy of slave Ownership:

It's time to utter the word that srikes groans of recognition into the hearts of sci-fi geek spankos everywhere: Gor.

For the blissfully unaware, Gor is the subject of a cycle of 25 or so novels by Sci-fi author John Norman. It sits in orbit directly opposite the Earth and is run and protected by long-lived spider-like aliens known as Priest Kings.

It is a planet where men are all-powerful, vastly over muscled and in the words of the book - Real Men. Every woman on Gor is a potential slave. Most are actual slaves. They are traded, auctioned, trained in the same sense as you would train an animal. Their purpose and learned desire is to please and serve men. Occasionally, the Priest Kings will send spaceships to Earth tacquirere beautiful women for slavery, as the women of Earth are regarded as particularly exotic, easily trainable slaves.

Slaves on Gor are a highly prized commodity, therefore they are taken especial care of. Their Masters take great interest in their appearance and training, ensuring that the slaves in theipossessionon are an asset to the Master and a point of honour to other men.

Over the course of the books, Norman weaves an intricate account of a philosophy that is proving more and more attractive in M/s circles.

I read some of the books a long time before SM became a regular part of our lives and always liked the ideas Norman put forward. When brat began asking to wear my collar and for me to become her Master, the Gorean way seemed a natural one to follow. The major benefit being that I'd already given a lot of thought to how I'd go about being a Master in the Gorean tradition, so in that sense, could pick up the reins and run with them immediately.

My brat is treated as a prizepossessionon. Her training consists of obedience, the stimulation of her intellect and a redirection of her masochistic nature from the self-destructive depression and tempers of her past to erotic pain & pleasure.

It's already going quite well, as this blog will testify to. She is becoming more obedient day by day, she's managing to kerb her temper and learning to be more patient. Just lately I've become somewhat aware of a little more neediness than I'd like her to have, so we'll work on her feelings of security soon, too.

The pain and pleasure training has yielded very palpable and desirable results. Our readers may well recall the last heavy spanking session I wrote about where she found it increasingly easy to cum on a dildo whilst being worked with hand and cane.

The training has worked a little better than either of uanticipateded to be honest. She's not been too well for the last two weeks or so, so I've been very lenient with her. She's only earned four demerits over the whole two weeks. I've let maybe as many go unpunished.

Unfortunately, though, it has become more and more evident that she's been sinking into a bit of a mood. The turning point came today before she left for work. We sat and chatted about how she was feeling and my worries that the lifestyle wasn't suiting her and the treat of punishments was making her ill.

It was decided, though, that maybe the opposite is true. She hasn't been sleeping well at night, she's bogged down with panibecauseue she feels she's overstretching herself at college and she's panicking about Christmas.

I hate how Christmas starts in September and I hate even more how brat invariably begins panic buying with four months to go. But that is perhaps a subject for another post.

We talked things through, tackled issues that we haven't spoken about for a few weeks and came to a few conclusions. We've agreed that she's not clearly communicating the level of discomfort, illness and pain she's feeling. In the past, she's had an excellent line in psychosomatic illness that has helped her get out of many many things that she didn't want to do. Consequently, I have learned to assume that every mention of pain or discomfort is to be taken as somewhat morextrememe or intense than is actually the case. This is something new that we'll be tackling over the next few weeks.

We also agreed that daily spankings will recommence. We tried it once before for a couple of weeks, but lethargy set in and it became untenableMostst of the problem there was that the spanking was just the beginning of a formal training session, which became harder and harder to regulate and in the end became just too psychologically wearing - as good girl and Griz are apparently finding out, by the way.

This time around, I'm planning on simply giving her a nice, yummy red ass before bed each night.

The most startling thing that came out of our chat is that I've let brat wear her chains waaay too loose. She asked for me to put her at my feet in chains. She asked to have some time off from being her and tomorrow she just wants to be under my complete control.

I think I just had a glimpse of heaven.