littlesarbonn
Posts: 1710
Joined: 12/3/2005 From: Stockton, California Status: offline
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ORIGINAL: MisPandora Dianna, I'm sorry that you had this experience. It's come to the point where I've learned to give slaves only the menial things to do. Things I wish done correctly or that are of importance (animals are obviously one of them), I gladly pay a professionak to handle. Perhaps these fellows believe that they will gain more attention from doing a bad job, or that they'll somehow win your ministrations with just a so-so job.....but I don't enjoy that sort of thing nor do I have time for it. I can't even get them to write a proper email, because they're too damn focused on what they want and getting it on their terms. I personally believe there's something else happening in these types of cases, and I believe it has more to do with unrealistic expectations from people who haven't worked their way up to achieving a special place doing important things. When I was first being courted (or courting) a femdom I very much wanted to serve, she put me through massive amounts of work for her in what I thought was going to be what she wanted from me from that point on. I did so much grunt work that seemed so bizarre, yet I did it because I just wanted to make her happy. This went on for three years. She was a well known pro dominant, so I was just feeling at the time that I was lucky to even be in her presence without actually being one of her customers. I figured it wouldn't get any better than it was, and I was going to do my best to make sure that I didn't do anything to screw it up. During this time, she engaged a number of wannabe house slaves who were customers attempting to become real slaves, and often she would have them doing a lot of the harder jobs I really felt as her slave I should be required to do, but I kept my mouth shut because like I said, I was just overjoyed to be where I was. One day, she was running a new "houseslave" through his motions when there was this huge commotion involving a couple of the women that worked in the house, and a lot of slamming of doors. Then she showed up at the door where I had been dusting one of the rooms during a task she started me off earlier in the day as "dust the entire second floor, and make sure NOTHING is left undusted" which had been a directive hours ago as she left me alone and continued on with sessions. She told me to meet her in the lower dungeon room immediately. I honestly thought I had screwed something up, but had no idea what. In the basement, she told me she was making me her personal slave, and that day, my entire life changed. I was now given a real position in her daily routine, and the "chores" she had for me seemed a lot more important from that point on. What I discovered was that she had finally blown a gasket at yet another wannabe houseslave that was doing it for personal reasons, and she realized she had the real thing working upstairs, who had been serving her for three years already. I had passed her tests, which I never treated as tests, but accepted as the way things were meant to me. That's what I perceive to be the problem. Too many women are wanting to jump in, expecting post-3 year testing, and being disappointed when the person doesn't prove to be what they expected. People don't understand this, and I'll say it one last time and then shut up about it: Real slavery involving a true desire to serve is an EXTREME rarity. Yet everyone seems to think it's easy to find. And here's the kicker because it's been the one factor that has never failed to amaze me: Once a woman finds what she believes to be the perfect slave, she then starts to believe ANYONE can be that kind of slave, and quite often she'll derail the original relationshp in hopes of achieving the same thing with someone who is looks hotter, is richer, or appears better in some other way. And then they're constantly shocked (no matter HOW MUCH experience they have) that the second case didn't work out well and then wonder why the first case won't come back after she dumped him or her. It's very easy to fall into this trap, even knowing about it. But it happens constantly and I no longer intend to commiserate with people about it.
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