First off, I need to say a big "Thank You" to all of you who wrote privately and commented on my last post. It meant so much to me to hear your thoughts, ideas and all the well-wishes. Thank you from the bottom of my slave heart, it helped me a lot.
Today Master-Sir and His boss had a meeting. Actually she came over here to check on me and to talk. Master-Sir ordered me not to speak a word other than "yes/No/Thank you" - I served them coffee and cookies on the patio while they talked but could not look her in the face. I was sent away when not needed.
At one point, I was ordered to get dressed and take her car down to get it detailed and washed where I normally go for our vehicles. I did as ordered and never once spoke to her other than a "Hello Mam'"
After I returned, they went to lunch. A very long lunch. I was scared and nervous wondering what they talked about and why I wasn't allowed to come along. They returned laughing and talking about everyday things two vanilla friends would talk about.
Up until this point, she only talked to my Owner, not to me, Master-Sir was the one who called and commanded me.
Once in the house, I was ordered to sit on the floor facing them. She started to ask me all kinds of questions about my slavery, my life, my slave desires, what I do, who I do and services I am told to provide others. Master-Sir said nothing except when I did not understand the question or wanted to know it was ok to answer some very personal points.
Afterward, Master-Sir sent me to refresh their drinks then stand in the corner and wait while they talked some more. I could not hear what they were talking about.
When I was called back to kneel between them. she started off asking my Owner permission to talk to me directly. Then she bent down to be closer to me without losing her seat.
She talked about how she felt honored to be let in to our little secret and how meeting me has changed her whole world and probably even saved her marriage.
After having this entire day to talk to my Master (I wanted to correct her and say Owner) She is more educated about being a responsible slave owner and understanding my little episode (her words)
showed her the dark side of the lifestyle.
That's when my Owner stepped in and took over the conversation. She told Him she thought maybe He was stretching me too thin, serving too many Masters while trying to please just one.
He agreed with her that maybe we were both trying too hard. me trying to be the perfect slave without any limits and Him being the Perfect Master by trying to find my limits.
This battle to find my limits made Him give too many conflicting orders and pushing too far my desires to please and to serve and that training or being a trainer is not something I am good at. And he agreed with her.
He apologized to me, gave me a hug and a kiss and hoped I forgave Him. Forgave Him?? For being my Owner and trying to make me a better slave??
The end result is that we need to get back to being slave and Master. Start at that point again and build a better, stronger relationship as that. Knowing I do have a limit.
Master-Sir said He will start getting back into a more focused Ownership. More directive from and control from Him, less from others. I too understood what she meant and understood better why I broke down and had the long cry-fest. I was being pulled in too many ways. Serving the needs of too many while making sure they all were pleased enough to keep my owner happy.
I was sent to His bedroom as He walked her to the door and sent her on her way.
She helped fix me, helped fix us!
I think it worked!
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