For the record...

And to address that burning question of whether one small slave is a reflection of Him... 'cos some of you are probably dying of curiosity... or not. Either way that is the topic of this bit of musing and it sort of goes like this...

On the simple face of it of course one is a reflection of Him. The trouble is that most people seem to confuse being a reflection of and reflecting upon someone. They also seem to think of a reflection as some mirror image, forgetting that most mirrors have some element of distort in them. Rather like a pond can have some small ripple or slight murkiness that stops it being perfectly crisp, so one small slave is a reflection of Him and how much he cares about the item at hand.

Take one's behaviour online for example...

He acts as a breaking system in many ways. If it wasn't for His long standing gag order that has precluded one from joining many groups and threads, mostly on Fet these days, one small slave would have had many a pleasurable hour engaging the criminally illogical and stupid. And probably had a damn fine time doing it...

Now His care factor about how one reflected on him in the eyes of some domly dom would be marginally low, but that time factor he would care about because...

It would be time that would have been better spent in His service.

Damn Him and his needs  :(

It's not just time spent online that the distorted reflection comes out though. How one dresses, wears the hair, the favourite colour (which is red for the record... contrary to popular misconception), body shape and personal style are all a reflection of His preferences. It's not to say that one's own personality doesn't exhibit itself, it's more that it has been incorporated in an overall arch of His influence.

Now people looking at one may think her skirts are too short, her heels too high (no argument there on occasion), her lipstick too red (no such animal this season it would seem) and her tops too tight. And frankly there is the odd occasion that one would heartily agree with them all. But... you could just feel that coming... the point of this relationship is not how other's perceive one, or even how one regards oneself, but whether or not one is pleasing to Him.

Whispers and it's a work in progress, but that is not what this is about

In that vein one would have about the same amount of regard for how others perceived one in an online medium as He does for how other people regard one's appearance. 'Cos ultimately... and here is the bit that so many domly doms seem to miss when engaging with the surly and the rudely un-servile... He is the boss of one small slave, not the court of public opinion. The importance of that opinion comes way behind that most important of considerations...

Yeah you are starting to see why that gag order is in place aren't you...

It's His service to the community :D

Don't think!

Lying on the bed with an upturned arse one quietly pursued the art of eyebrow grooming. He slid in the room and stood there quietly for a moment before he started to fossick around.

What are you looking for?

I'm trying to decide which of these implements to use on your arse He replied

Turning slightly one saw Him perusing and fondling the contents of the whack rack in a rather alarming manner

For gods sake why?

Well I don't have a shirt and I thought that it was a cry for help He replied, as though it was the most logical conclusion

The cat hasn't been fed either. It's not personal and it sure as hell isn't an indicator that one needs to be beaten

Well He said, sound unsure

Look, going to get your shirt...

Love you He said in that saccharine tone

No, no you don't and that word doesn't mean what you think it does

Regulating behaviour

Waking up feeling more than a little rugged, one scampered to the computer clutching coffee to find out if one was actually a reflection of Him. We all know that the opinion of some random dude on the internet is more important than His. After all He is heavily engaged in avoiding one small shrew... 'cos you know not really in charge.

Sighs think where we go wrong is that we are not an active part of some mythical community who have all these exacting training standards to judge us by.

Feeling very disappointed one painted the nails a screaming shade of coral, donned a similarly coloured lippy, hauled on a very conservative orange dress and some shoes and tottered out to a training night for a well known cosmetics house. 

Where, some of you will be relieved to know, one managed to pass the evening in scintillating small talk with real people. There wasn't a faux pas in sight; no lewd behaviour, no drunk and disorderly, no falling on one's arse...

No doubt He will be relieved 'cos one is sure that a great fear of his is that one will socially embarrass him in a room full of strangers.

Oh that's right... 

He doesn't give an obese rodents bottom

Inconsequential things

Today we played hooky and went up the coast for lunch... there might have been a small pair of shoes that followed us home. Bad, bad shoes

Oh and one small slave is heavily engrossed with trying to find out if one's behaviour is a reflection of Him...

It seems to be a burning issue on Fet at the moment.

Whispers one suspects that it will take days to be none the wiser... but that is the nature of wasting time :D

Mounting a defence

As one stood at the washing machine adding steaming wet running clothes, He was there supposedly taking off his work clothes to add to the enormous pile of black washing. What He was actually doing was taking time out of his morning to torture his slave. A hand would reach out to caress or poke or tweak as one tried to get out of His reach while still completing the job at hand. Now you are probably wondering why this petty annoyance counts as torture aren't you.

Well it's very simple... one small slave was standing there also steaming and dripping from that run and He has hot hands. It leaves trails of fire on slick skin that sets the teeth on edge. And He knows this. So out would come that hand...

Poke

Please don't do that

Stroke

FFS that feels disgusting

Rub

Oh for the love off gods stop that

Tweak

M##%f##*#***!

You are getting the idea

Suddenly it stopped...

And then there was a stinging crack that landed on the arse. It was followed by a couple more...

I'm not touching He declared with childish glee as the belt from his work pants landed on more unprotected skin

See people this is what one has to deal with...

Continual provocation

Mutters if someone get limb lopped it won't be one small slave...

Manipulation down the hole

Would Master like his shirt?

Oh, if it's not too much bother He replied blithely

Sitting there one contemplated His answer. So if it is too much bother one doesn't have to get it?

No He said

The tone was slightly worrying so one probed further. And there will be no repercussions?

He sighed gently and explained in a slightly mournful tone...

Look I understand that some slaves get off on pushing their masters because they feel that they aren't getting the attention they deserve. They push until they get punished because of that need.

Sitting there one wondered if He would actually be that obliging to anyone... 'cos it's not really in his nature. He's far more likely to do the polar opposite in fact.

Now I understand that need to be beaten He continued.

Sitting there one contemplated those needs and found them altogether quite missing.

In fact I am willing to flog you. I'll even use some of those nastier ones that we haven't used yet...

The rest of that sentence was lost as one slammed into His body in an attempt to brush past and gain the door

He tried to body block one small determined slave in the execution of her duties

Bastard!