When I would watch tv with my family, I always remembered how much my Father loved the old westerns. Watching them together, I never really understood when the runaway cowboy would get shot and He needed to hide out and heal, they always found some Spanish western monastery or religious commune. My fascination was always with the monks and how they would be so dedicated to their cause, to have that vow of no sex, the shaved heads or even to not ever speak. They lived only to serve and to please another (their God). That’s was their life and it was enjoyable to them.
I knew if I were one of them, I would never survive the whole “will not speak” part but for whatever reason, I loved the dedication they had and how they served whoever came into their world without any questions or prejudice. They just welcomed them in, served them while trying to make them as comfortable and happy as possible. Why? Because that’s what they do. They found peace and prosperity in not focusing on their needs but on others. The pleasing was a way to bring pleasure. It’s what they lived for. So much like I do now. I serve as directed to please my Master without question or prejudice. I get pleasure in that act and I find so much peace in my life and in my soul fulfilling their needs while knowing it is making my Owner happy.
It’s not about sex or being sexually pleasing. I have the same dedication, same focus, and mindset when Master-Sir tells me to go give some stranger I never met a blowjob or when He sends me off to clean someone’s house. I may not like the task or the command, but I do as told to because want to please them to please Him. I work thru the parts I don’t like to get to the pleasing. At the end of the night when I am wrapped up in my Owner’s arms or locked securely in my room, I fall asleep so much better knowing that I brought someone pleasure or relief.
When people come to the house, I am not there to be part of the conversation or the activities and I enjoy being that “thing” that is not really noticed. No matter the command or the chore, from the mundane to the exciting, I ultimately find pleasure in serving. The things you usually don’t read in BDSM-related blogs. The slave cleaning the car, lighting a cigarette, fetching the newspaper or changing the channel of the TV. Its service and its pleasing to this slave.
The reason I am talking about this is because some of the emails I have received lately that mention the last few posts have been sexual, not service. Yet, they were service. People ask how I can do some things that can not be pleasurable for me without saying anything. Most of the questions come from other subs and slaves who want to know how to better serve their Master’s or how to become a slave for their future Master. And I like to tell them it’s important to take the “them” out of it. It’s not about you but you will get the pleasures from it. I hope they do and I even know a few of them have found their calling as a no limit slave because of that advice.
There is a joy in being that ignored piece of equipment that serves and pleasures in silence if only to see the smile or hear those simple words “good slave” from your Owner or a friend who you have pleased in some small way. Even the smallest act of service is pleasing to me.
When Miss Evvy was here with her slave, they all would be in the kitchen making dinner or a snack, I would be sent to stand in the corner with my nose to the corner, hands holding my ass open. They would ignore me and not talk to me, just go about their business because the other slave was there to serve them and clean up after them. Is that service? Yes it is. I am safely put away, out of their mind or worry. This is allowing them to just relax and enjoy each others company while I am still close by if I am needed.
It does take some getting use to, the mental part where you are able to just stand there as ordered and drift away. To let the pain go away and the mind can shut down. I still get wet while waiting to be used or think about how I could be used. But in the end, I wait to hear my name and hope I will be used.
Master-Sir and some friends would be sitting around the table and I would be kneeling at His side. Silent and patient. Maybe kneeling and kissing or licking His feet. The men would all be talk and drinking, being Men and saying things I know they would not normally say around any normal female, but they could be that way around me because I was just there in silence, out of the way. yet if Master-Sir or someone else would say something about their drink getting down or I would hear a clank of an empty glass, I would automatically jump into service and without a word or noise, get up to refresh their drink then as quickly and silently sit back down next to my Owner and I would never hear a word from them about it. It was as if it just happened by itself.
Because of me being there yet being out of their mind, they could relax and not fuss with getting new drinks, refilling the snack bowl or even just to get a blowjob while never having to leave the table or show their cock to anyone. Sometimes the other men would never know until the end, I was next to them under the table servicing the other man. That was service and that brought pleasure to me, to know they were happy, relaxed and cared for.
Working in a fancy resort on the Las Vegas Strip, I get the opportunity to watch the servers in our fancy restaurants where people pay hundreds of dollars for a meal. The service is impeccable, yet most of the time, they are never recognized or noticed. They slip in and out of the table silently. They know when they are needed and when they need to vanish. I love that I get to talk to and be friends with a couple of the waitresses. I alway compliment them on that ability.
Maybe it’s the fact that I am not a mother, but still have the motherly instincts to make sure my “kids” are cared for, safe and happy. I surrender many of my normal things in life to make sure they have what they need to be happy and successful. Just as an overbearing mother might do!
She kneels in her place as a natural servant to the man in her life, never insinuating herself into the limelight or demanding to be the center of attention. She is content to serve quietly, patiently, and lovingly. She is ever on the periphery, just beyond the rim of light, waiting silently and invisibly until summoned to please in any way she can, reaping no insult from being rendered voiceless, naked, and ignored until summoned. The Humbled Female
How does a slave do it and not go postal on their Owner? Look to the end. Remember what is waiting for you after the chore is done and it is done right. You have your Owner waiting to reward you for making Him happy. A kiss, a special treat, or just a simple smile as He walks away after locking you in your cage or room for the night. You are pleased and happy. Life is good!
Photo: The Upper Floor
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