Monday, August 11, 2008
Saturday, August 02, 2008
I'm waiting for the hammer to fall
My new boy visited me last weekend, as in "one week ago he was here serving me."
It was wonderful. I was completely comfortable around him. You'd think that masters would always feel comfortable around their slaves, but it's not often the case with new boys. They're scared, they're nervous, they don't know if they can handle what they want, and all that's on top of the normal new relationship problems. ("Can I handle Sir's snoring? Does he smell funny? Will I like what he eats, or think his place is ugly? Can I see myself serving him?")
OK, maybe that last one's not a normal relationship problem, but still.
He's not going to live around here for a long time, so it's going to be a long-distance ownership for the foreseeable future. I may play with other boys, though I am not "looking" in any chat sense of the word. (I'm more open to playtime with boys I've played with before, or at least talked with extensively before, than I am with complete strangers, in case you're wondering for some odd reason.) He can play with others with my permission.
I had a fantastic time even though I went fairly easy on him in several areas—not all the areas he was worried about, but in some. I'm omitting details because a certain local boy couldn't speed up his 22-week decision process to decide if he wanted to come out and meet the new slave, so he doesn't get to find out what happened for a while. The local boy has to be trained to move faster than global warming, and filling him in on all the details of things he missed does not serve this purpose.
(He knows who he is.)
It was a great weekend. Neither of us is swimming in what the financial channels call "resources," so if we're lucky, we'll see each other a maximum of two more times this year (and "one" may be more realistic, but I'm not giving in until the bitter end), but I already can't wait.
The odd part? Neither can he. That's a good feeling. I'm not used to things going well, so deep inside, I still expect everything to completely fall apart at any moment. I wonder if that feeling ever goes away.
It was wonderful. I was completely comfortable around him. You'd think that masters would always feel comfortable around their slaves, but it's not often the case with new boys. They're scared, they're nervous, they don't know if they can handle what they want, and all that's on top of the normal new relationship problems. ("Can I handle Sir's snoring? Does he smell funny? Will I like what he eats, or think his place is ugly? Can I see myself serving him?")
OK, maybe that last one's not a normal relationship problem, but still.
He's not going to live around here for a long time, so it's going to be a long-distance ownership for the foreseeable future. I may play with other boys, though I am not "looking" in any chat sense of the word. (I'm more open to playtime with boys I've played with before, or at least talked with extensively before, than I am with complete strangers, in case you're wondering for some odd reason.) He can play with others with my permission.
I had a fantastic time even though I went fairly easy on him in several areas—not all the areas he was worried about, but in some. I'm omitting details because a certain local boy couldn't speed up his 22-week decision process to decide if he wanted to come out and meet the new slave, so he doesn't get to find out what happened for a while. The local boy has to be trained to move faster than global warming, and filling him in on all the details of things he missed does not serve this purpose.
(He knows who he is.)
It was a great weekend. Neither of us is swimming in what the financial channels call "resources," so if we're lucky, we'll see each other a maximum of two more times this year (and "one" may be more realistic, but I'm not giving in until the bitter end), but I already can't wait.
The odd part? Neither can he. That's a good feeling. I'm not used to things going well, so deep inside, I still expect everything to completely fall apart at any moment. I wonder if that feeling ever goes away.
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