Sometimes I see what other people want from a slave relationship. From the bottom side it is mostly sex. I didn’t have that much sex as a slave. Really that was part of the problem, I was always sexually frustrated. Instead what I did was clean and cook (I was not very good at cooking then–we are talking tater tots and chicken nuggets) and iron his clothes and lay them out. I cut his hair and finger nails and toe nails. I washed him in the shower. This was not all that sexy cause he wanted in and out. I handled his private life like a personal assistant. I answered emails and planned his social calendar based on how much work I knew he was doing. Most of my job was to be as invisible as possible. He took pictures of me in fetish wear so he could masturbate looking at the pictures. That was his preference for sexual release.

Yeah. It wasn’t the easiest relationship I’ve been in but I absolutely felt secure. It was the first time I really knew what someone else was expecting of me. In many ways it was almost certainly the best relationship I could have had in that phase of growing up. He was 13 years older than me and we met when I was 18. He kept me from doing a lot of very stupid things. I am actually pretty lucky. I mean, sure he broke a bone in my hand and gave me two forms of cancer but no one is perfect.

I see what other people want from slavery and I cock my head to the side a little. If you think what you want is just crazy, wild sex all the time then that is not a relationship with much longevity. Doing that stuff takes a lot out of a person. Those scenes are exhausting and draining. If I had to do all my normal stuff for myself but someone wanted that from me I’d be able to do it once or twice a year because I am fucking tired.

If I had a slave my house would be spotless. I would never wash a dish again. I wouldn’t have to carry all of my own bags of compost and dig my own holes. They would go with me to the bulk hippy store and carry a lot of weight on their bike so I didn’t have to do it all. My laundry would be washed to my preference and folded how I like. (Hey I’ve learned 6 different peoples exacting laundry preference. Laundry is no joke.) I would cook when I felt like it and otherwise food that is to my taste would appear like magic.

If all that happened I would probably have the energy to hurt someone very much 5 or 6 times a year.

Slavery (in my experience of consensual M/s relationship) isn’t something that is about the slave getting to have fun and be sexually serviced all the time. But when people want slavery that’s often most of what they think of.

Instead of being focused on what you want to get out of it, what are you going to give?

I would give someone a sense of purpose and words of affirmation and attention towards the details of their life that were outside my purview. I would push someone to make progress in their studies/work/outside social life. I would help them set targets for meeting people and figure out what kinds of social environments would help them have a well rounded life. I would happily teach them how to cook and clean (but it better not take too many lessons or it is not worth my time). I would teach them about soil biology and why I do what I do in my garden.

I would do my best to build a person up so that at some point they didn’t need me anymore and they could rise up on their wings and fly off to the next stage of their life more confident and happy. But I doubt it would ever turn into me sexually ravishing you for hours and hours every week. That sounds so exhausting and I am already tired.