I love the variety of people I’m meeting lately.
In the past month, I’ve met four couples in master/slave
relationships – each in a different gender combination. Over the holidays I met
a male master with a female slave, a lesbian couple in a M/s relationship and a
male couple with the same. A few weeks later I met a couple in their early twenties
in which the female was the master and the male was more submissive. Actually,
I don’t think the last two are master/slave per se, but they are in their roles
in the relationship.
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The Male/female
relationship seemed loving. I spent a
day at their house over the holidays. The master was a sort of goofy white guy
who says, “They’re the ones that tell me what to do. I just live here.” Who can tell how true that is. From what I
observed, the master does not do any work.
When he heads downstairs he rings a bell in the kitchen to alert the
slave, A, where he is going. If he is downstairs
and wants his coffee, he gets up and rings another bell. When he rang the bell, slave A was up in the kitchen
working on the evening meal. I heard her
footsteps immediately, and in a second or two she was down the stairs.
“Yes, Master” she said.
“May I have some coffee?”
he asked.
She replied, “Sure, with cream or black?”
“Black.”
“Right away, Sir.”
At dinner slave A and the other slaves (there were three
total at this gathering of 15 or so), sat at small tv dinner tables slightly behind
their masters. The food was delicious. I
appreciate the hospitality they showed me that day.
