Over the years as I’ve matured and my tastes have changed, I’ve discovered that I like things that I never used to.
For example, the list of foods I never used to eat was long and included some of the best foods known to man: olives, tomatoes, mangoes, any fish that wasn’t covered in bread crumbs & shaped like little fingers, anchovies, mandarins, seaweed, miso and pretty much anything that didn’t come out of a bottle, packet or the freezer.
My tastes in music have also been tempered and I find myself enjoying a bit of Simon & Garfunkel, Don McLean and the Australian icon John Farnham from time to time.
But after four years of being a slave, I still haven’t managed to gain an appreciation for service and it’s a continuing reason for me doubting whether I actually am a slave or not. See, I really do think that to be classed as a slave you do have to be into service. I mean, who the hell has ever heard of a slave who wasn’t into serving her owner???
It’s almost an oxymoron: non-service-orientated-slave. It sounds almost as bad as a blood-phobic-surgeon or a star-trek-hating-geek. It’s just not a description you hear everyday and on my slave resume it doesn’t exactly look glowing:
‘Can cook a mean-ass dinner, but you can serve it your fucking self.’
I guess I also have a problem with deciding exactly what constitutes service to begin with. Does it only refer to the sexual stuff or the domestic stuff, or a little bit of both? Is licking your owner’s feet service, but polishing his boots is not? How about making him coffee? (’cause I do that a billion times a day, so am I actually fulfilling my required service quota just by mixing the right amount of coffee with milk and stirring it the prescribed number of times?)
When you’re a live-in slave all the defining lines get a bit blurry. If you only meet on weekends and spend the time together as Master & slave then I guess everything you do can be counted as service, but when you’re doing the M/s thing 24/7 then where do you draw the line between slave stuff & girlfriend/room-mate/domestic help bitch stuff? Surely everything I do as his slave is not service, so what is and what isn’t?
I describe myself as non-service-orientated because I don’t enjoy doing a lot of stuff for Master. Take today, I spent my morning sucking cock and being ravished, but then had to make his porridge & cut his toenails. The morning bit was good, the stuff after that was not so good. I’d class the sexual stuff as use and the domestic stuff as service, but that’s just me.
I still have yet to gain an appreciation for any alcohol that doesn’t have a cute name like ‘breezer’, blue cheese and slimy things like oysters, fish roe & fermented soya beans (natto) so maybe there will be a time when cutting his toenails makes me go weak at knees as well. One can only hope.