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I am His. I am complete. My words. My voice. His permission.

Obeying. Simply for the sake of being obedient. »« Voice protocol. Choosing to embrace it, rather than fear it.

Just one of the reasons why the kink “community” often makes me ponder the “lifestyle”.

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There appears to be a very com­mon pho­to­graph cir­cu­lat­ing through­out the numer­ous fet­life pro­files as well as kink online journ­als and whenever I come across it, I can not help but cringe. I under­stand that every per­son has a dif­fer­ent point of view, a dif­fer­ent sense of humour; how­ever, what is not okay to me, is any­thing that may encour­age any level of abuse. I will not post the pho­to­graph simply because I do not wish to pro­mote it; how­ever, the basis of the pho­to­graph is a pic­ture of a woman who looks sad, genu­inely sad. She is wear­ing a car­digan sweater, her hair is pulled from her face but wisps still linger around her very bruised left eye. The look behind her brown pools is pain, fear and uncer­tainty and as her hand lightly tucks under her chin it is almost as though she is using her fin­gers as a crutch to keep her head held up. The cap­tion under the pho­to­graph reads: “She should have listened the first time”.

I respect that every­one in this “life­style” has dif­fer­ent per­spect­ives and that due to such a large range of desires, fet­ishes, lusts and wants there are vary­ing degrees of play, phys­ical inter­ac­tion and com­mu­nic­a­tion. I also believe that abuse is every­where, includ­ing within the kink com­munit­ies and I can not help but won­der if such a poster, such a com­ment is appro­pri­ate. Personally, I do not. I find such advert­ise­ment to debase the life I lead and the rela­tion­ship I share with my Master. I do not have an abus­ive exchange with my Master, it is one of con­sent, appre­ci­ation, love and obed­i­ence. With that said though, if I were not kinky and I came upon such an ad which was linked to a BDSM site I believe I would have to ques­tion whether the “life­style” was abus­ive or not.

My friend Lauren and I have con­versed at great lengths the choices we make, the lives we lead and whether or not what we engage in is actu­ally a form of abuse. After numer­ous debates, I have dis­covered that I do not believe my life is an abus­ive or abused one; how­ever, I can under­stand how someone on the out­side look­ing in could think oth­er­wise.  Lauren and I have pondered the many aspects as to what con­sti­tutes abuse and after much delib­er­a­tion and the help of Lauren’s help­ful words, I would say that abuse is about both intent and reac­tions.  I base more weight on intent; how­ever, I would be neg­li­gent if I did not take into con­sid­er­a­tion a per­sons reac­tions.  I have worked with many moth­ers who have beat their chil­dren because they thought it would keep their chil­dren safe; how­ever, those beat­ings left both phys­ical as well as emo­tional scars and those chil­dren most cer­tainly looked at the beat­ings as abuse.  A person’s per­cep­tion often comes into play when speak­ing of abuse, I can recall my grand­father call­ing my grand­mother awful, hurt­ful names and yet no one in my fam­ily con­sidered it abuse, it simply was, “their way”.

When I exam­ine both of those examples I see abuse. I do not believe any child should ever be beaten and I also believe that name call­ing in a degrad­ing man­ner which is not wel­comed, which does not bring arousal, instead it brings tears and self loath­ing, that is abuse.  And when I looked at the pho­to­graph of the woman with the sad eyes, with the dark purple and yel­low hues cas­cad­ing across her cheekbone, I saw abuse. I did not see a healthy exchange between two people who loved each other. The cap­tion did not evoke love or com­fort or safety or secur­ity or lust or pas­sion or desire or want­ing or dom­in­ance or sub­mis­sion. What I saw was a per­son who had been beaten, who had been silenced without con­sent and that by no means is an accur­ate depic­tion of the life I lead, of the rela­tion­ship I share with my Master, of how I view my place as a slave, as a sub­missive woman, his property.

My life with Master was a choice and it is a choice I make every­day.  I am happy to be in this rela­tion­ship, to share all which I do; how­ever, I do not wish for any­one to asso­ci­ate the life I lead with that of an abus­ive one.  This “life­style” has so many per­se­cutors, so many pitch forks thrown at it, why would any­one want to bring more fuel to the fire?

For every action their is a reac­tion.  I believe it is time for people to be respons­ible, to be account­able for the marks they leave.

~His

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  • Wednesday,February 3,2010 at 3:28 pmDan Vandeweert

    Hey, first I want to say awe­some blog. I don’t always agree with your opin­ion but it’s always a great read.
    Keep up the great blogging.

  • Thursday,January 7,2010 at 12:21 amslavey_m

    i’m in agree­ment with you, totally, His Only. There is noth­ing humor­ous in the pic­ture you have described. For a start, bruis­ing to the face means internal dam­age and near the eyes *should* be a no-no to any­one with half a brain. The pic­ture is of a battered woman. In the scene/lifestyle we have been try­ing for ages to make sure people don’t con­fuse the two — con­sen­sual BDSM and abuse.

    To my mind, abuse is not asked for by the vic­tim. It is given in intim­id­a­tion and fear. What we do is wel­come. For some of us who have no *right* to say no to their Master/Mistress, we still made that choice when we entered the rela­tion­ship, a battered part­ner did not.

    • Thursday,January 7,2010 at 9:32 amHis Only

      slavey_m,
      I appre­ci­ate your com­ment and look for­ward to more should you wish to share. I can not begin to express how scary it is to think that people can still view abuse as funny and yet it hap­pens all the time. I think it is import­ant, even more so in our “life­style” to be aware of the signs of abuse solely because we give up all our rights, we give up all con­trol and there­fore people can believe that abuse is simply part of the exchange.

      Thank you for your words.

      ~His

  • Wednesday,January 6,2010 at 7:47 pmHis Only

    Sir,
    I agree that the level of abuse within this “life­style” is far more pre­val­ent than many like to believe, simply because I think abuse in gen­eral hap­pens far more fre­quently than most wish to accept. What cre­ates a lack of trust though is that I con­tinue to find such advert­ise­ments and so few dis­agree, so few see abuse, they find humour instead.

    I real­ise that humour comes in all forms and there are times when I will not laugh while oth­ers do; how­ever, abuse, regard­less of a per­sons “life­style” will never be some­thing I will laugh at or take part in and it fright­ens me to know oth­ers will or worse, oth­ers will simply be quiet while it happens.

    Thank you for your sen­ti­ments, for provid­ing me with a little more faith.

    ~His

  • Wednesday,January 6,2010 at 11:14 amSir

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    I believe that men­tal mid­gets are abound in this world and our life­style (for lack of a bet­ter noun) is not immune to them. There are those out there who will com­pensate for their short­com­ings by using BDSM, M/s, D/s as a con­duit to phys­ic­ally or emo­tion­ally abuse another. It is not an excuse but I am sad to admit that it hap­pens more pre­val­ently then we know. It does how­ever cut both ways for those who are seek­ing abuse as form of affec­tion and for those I believe I am most sad. We hold faith in the know­ledge that the ones we choose to walk this path with are the ones that we know we can ulti­mately trust.
    Sir

  • Tuesday,January 5,2010 at 4:12 pmHisHandmaid

    I have enjoyed read­ing your com­ments. I am inter­ested that you say yours is a choice you make every day. I find the oppos­ite: the reason I knew I wished to be my Master’s slave was because I found it so immensely free­ing that I only ever made my choice once — to be in or not. Now I don’t feel I have any choices avail­able to me; they are all his, and I take what I am given, how­ever pain­ful or unwel­come, at his whim. God knows why I feel that way, or exult in his own­er­ship as I do, given that I am per­fectly strong and nor­mal in daily life. I do though.

    I’ll keep read­ing. Maybe I’ll find some under­stand­ing of this weird thing that has happened to me in your experiences.

    • Tuesday,January 5,2010 at 4:33 pmHis Only

      HisHandmaid
      Welcome to my journal and thank you for tak­ing time to com­ment. I believe I have come across slightly mis­lead­ing for I do not believe it is a choice to be who I am, to desire all in which I do with regards to being owned. Rather what I mean by choice is I could end the rela­tion­ship, I could remove con­trol by no longer being in a rela­tion­ship with Master. This of course is not some­thing I desire but the truth is I entered my rela­tion­ship with Master by choice, the choice to be his prop­erty and just as he could no longer desire own­ing me I could desire no longer being owned.

      I am Masters slave by choice. I choose to be owned by him. I think that is what I was try­ing to express. :) I believe I am innately sub­missive though, as much of my DNA as the col­our of my eyes.

      Wishing you and your Master all the best.

      ~His

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