power exchange,  slave life


Last night I realized I am not ready to be His.   The collar was in front of me, like a crown of jewels and thorns, tempting me.  I am not yet a thoroughbred slave.

It takes a great deal of self-awareness to recognize when you are not ready, especially when we really want something.  I knew I hadn’t quite achieved yet the skills necessary to serve him properly.   I am grateful to Him for His guidance and true Mastery skills in allowing me to reach that decision on my own.

We are taught from the time we are knee-high to focus on the positive and not dwell on the negative, to focus on success and not failure.  I challenge an aspect of that. What is wrong with talking about failure?  Isn’t that how learn and grow?  Is feeling pain and sacrifice so bad when we know there is a great lesson to be learned?

Thoroughbreds aren’t just born into a best in class place, molded into it through practice and discipline.

I am a thoroughbred and it is just a matter of time before I wear His mark of ownership.

Yours truly,

your kinky courtesan xx

I'm a writer and a lover not a fighter, except if I really want something.

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