The way we're preparing for the Master/slave lifestyle is by having a trial period where brat voluntarily consents to my command, having some time formally collared and enslaved every day, being permanently (except when in vanilla company) referred to as slave, toy, brat or princess (her petslave name!) and generally having a taster of what it's like to be a slave.
At the same time, I am getting used to taking responsibiity for someone in a more complete manner than I've ever experienced in a fellow adult. Not only am I having to get used to expecting my orders to be obeyed, I'm having to get used to the strange situation of setting standards and enforcing discipline. Yesterday I had to administer brat's first punishment - When I came to make the family meal (I've always done the cooking - it's a bit of a hobby), I found she'd washed the teatowels and not left one dry for me to use. As it annoyed me, I decided she should get a single stroke with the cane, just as an encouragement.
As I expected, with the prospect of her punishment hanging over her, she spent a couple of hours variously in dread or complaining about the injustice, or dissappointed with herself for forgetting something simple on a day which had, admittedly gone rather well. My original plan was to give her the stroke just before collaring her, but it was threatening to spoil what could be a nice night winding down in front of the TV, I offered her an early punishment. To my surprise, she took the offer and actually took her whack rather well. It wasn't a light stroke - the cane actually broke across her bum, but we could then move on and enjoy the rest of the evening.
Yesterday was an interesting experience as the playscene didn't go too well. We'd agreed to try a bit of pet slavery. brat had previously expressed an interest in being required to feed from a pet bowl, so yesterday I dressed her in the pinkest, girliest, cutest stuff we have, made her a new, belled, cute pink collar and instruced her she wasn't to talk with it on. She made a beautiful sight on her knees, eyes down, with her collar on. I decided to finish her introductory spanking with a few swift ones, but unfortunately it was a little too much for her to take and she lost it for a few seconds. So it was a pissed off slave who got commanded to follow on her lead and eat and drink out of her bowl, still in silence.
She actually performed her requirements in exmemplary form, despite not being able to get properly into her usual headspace. It was quite a revelation to me in that it showed me quite vividy that she really was committed to serving me and her slavery. She really didn't like the scene last night and as she wasn't allowed to talk, wasn't given a safeword and therefore had no way out of it, it wouldn't have surprised me if she just broke the rules, took the punishment and stopped the scene. But she didn't, she took whatever I gave out until I couldn't bear it anymore. The second part of the scene was for her to be tied to the bed to recieve a good caning as she hasn't had one this week yet - and as she mentions in her post below, if she doesn't get a good caning regularly, she gets into a bit of a funk. Unfortunately, as it turns out, a combination of lack of sleep and tension about vanilla world worries stopped her getting into the right mental state and after a few strokes had her sobbing, I gave her a safeword an she stopped the scene.
I figured that would be an end to the day-to-day submission for a few days, but this morning she seems to be none the worse for the experience, looking forward to whatever it is I have planned for her collared session tonight and actually requesting that she recieve the spanking I was going to forego.
She's surprised me a little by passing what turned out to be quite a significant test of her slavery. Turns out she - so far - really does mean it.
I love her so much. She makes me so proud.
I'll share a text message she sent me on the way to her work this morning:
"...I love hearin u call me slave..."
Who can argue with that?
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