When Master and I first started on this relationship of Master and slave, we both thought, in our “newness” that there would be a training period and then…. whatever comes after that. But now, after so long of being with Him I realize, and I believe He does too, that training never ends. It is not “training” and then “the maintaining or the training”. There is always new things to learn, new pleasures to seek, new ways for Him to take what He wants from me. I even thought for a time, in my ignorance, that after we moved in together that there would be a “rehashing” of the training and then simply move onto what I’ll term “upkeep”. And this is why I know that being a slave 24/7 while living apart is completely different from being a 24/7 slave while living together.

We did not start living together until 2 1/2 years into our relationship. And by that point I figured, “Well, we’ve gotten this far… not much new to be had now.” Um… wrong! There is always something new. Always. Yes, some of our rituals stem from the very beginning, but they have been added onto, they have been revised. Some of them are still in effect, but some Master decided He no longer liked.

And I honestly think that because there is always something new, that is part of the reason why our relationship has remained so….. healthy. Yes, healthy is a good word. Things don’t have a chance to get stagnent. It also helps that both Master and myself are creative. And yes, in Master’s opinion it is important for a slave to be creative. He doesn’t want me to be a robot. He doesn’t want me to not be able to think for myself. However, He does want me to be an extention of Him. He does what me to think, but He wants me to think of what would be most pleasing for Him. What would make Him proud? What would make Him happy? What would He want? What does He need? If He has to tell me everything all the time, man would that be boring and monotanous. And boy, if there is one thing in this world that Master hates, its repeating Himself when it should be unneccesary.

In a little over 4 1/2 years I have gone from a slave who is allowed to cum whenever I want, to a slave that has to beg for permission to cum, to a slave that can not cum until Master says so. In fact I can give you a detailed description on this one, for how it is now. If Master is eating me out, I have to beg to cum. If I am on top I may cum when I wish. (It is a reward and sometimes He just likes watching me let go and cum over and over and over.) In any other scenario I have to wait until He orders me to cum. And then of course there are the times when I know I am not allowed to cum at all, no matter what. And if I do…. I’m in deep shit. There is a specific position where I am on my stomach, with my legs spread, with Master’s legs inside and hooked around mine where I know I won’t be allowed to cum. And then there is of course Him telling me I am not allowed to, and me begging for such. Sounds odd, doesn’t it? A slave who has a sex drive that is off the charts that begs to not be allowed to cum? But I do. And I love it. I enjoy knowing that it pleases Him for me to just be used for His pleasure alone.

The positions in which He wants me to kneel or present certain things has had many variations over the years, and I’m sure there will be more to come in the future.

I love the fact that my training, as it were, will never be over. It keeps me on my toes, it keeps me inventive, it keeps me where I am supposed to be… mentally speaking. It makes me fall deeper and deeper in love with Him. It keeps me in lust with Him. It is like a dark, twisting, unforgettable journey that we are taking together that will never have an ending chapter.