CONVERSATIONS

Let's start with Patsy.  Princess Patsy had spent her day with slave Karl by training him as her handmaiden.  When I spoke with Patsy about the experience, she gave me the particulars.  A full rundown on her initial attempts to feminize Karl by dressing him in the proper costume of a 19th century handmaiden of the British sort, and drilling him in the use of curtsies, head bows, and various movements of a lady's servant.  Since he was in slave mode, she made certain that things were made more difficult by attaching ankle and wrist chains that forced him to take mincing steps and made his arm movements when dusting or making her bed or ironing, etc., more challenging.  Curtsying with your ankles chained together by a length of chain only 4 inches long was extremely difficult, and Karl's clumsiness brought Patsy's strap down on his ass with regularity.  Patsy broke with tradition in her choice of shoes for Karl  She had him in 4 inch high heels, certainly not part of the traditional costuming, but it amused her to see him struggling all day to walk properly with his feet encased in shoes that were quite foreign to him.  She had also collared him and kept a leash attached that kept him close to her when she desired, and had him dusting and polishing throughout her bedroom and her attached bathroom, constantly instructing him in the proper methodology of the various tasks she had him perform, and using her strap when she was dissatisfied with his performance.

Patsy also spent quite a bit of time on Karl's facial appearance, using makeup and lipstick to feminize him, as well as supplying him with a curly blonde wig.  She had him speaking in a girly tone with a high, lisping voice, and re-named him Karla for the occasion.  She asked me if I minded if she took this a lot further - if and when Karla was hers for a full three days - by having him interact with other members of her "stable".  In particular, she wanted him to be able to fetch her meals and drinks from the downstairs kitchen sub who was a permanent resident, and her downstairs maid sub who had access to the linen supply where he would have to pick up sheets, pillowcases, etc.  All of her subs were male, of course, and she had several part-time subs for various duties.  I told her I'd have to think about that, as one of the hard rules that Karl and I had set when we were first married was that there would be no forced interaction with other male subs, though we were basically talking about homosexual interaction.  I needed to discuss this with Karl before I gave her an answer.  At least Patsy had the decency to ask about this, as opposed to the actions of Vanessa, who had done as she pleased with Karl.

Speaking of Vanessa, the conversation we had was quite a bit different than the conversation I had with Patsy.  I've already described what happened at Vanessa's in my last blog entry, and our "conversation" was more like a shouting match.  I told her that I didn't appreciate the level of beating she had given Karl, and I ESPECIALLY didn't appreciate her games with Karl attached to an "in and out" dildo which had him fucking her with his face.  She, as expected, countered by saying that she hadn't broken any rules since no tongue was involved., and as for the beatings, well, he was a slave wasn't he?  That's how slaves were treated in the old South, so why was this any worse?  I told her it was about time for her to stop playing the role of the "revenge on whitey" stuff.  As if every white person were responsible for what had happened during antebellum Southern slavery.  Karl's forefathers had arrived from Europe, where they were little more than slaves themselves, on a filthy boat, gone through Ellis Island and emerged penniless into a new country where they'd lived in poverty for years.  Hardly any relation to a Southern plantation owner.  "Grow up!" I screamed at her.  "Fuck you, I didn't do anything wrong!" she screamed back, and so on.

As for her not "breaking any rules", I told her that she had clearly violated the spirit of the rules by having Karl fuck her in any way at all, and she knew damned well that she was doing it just to spite me.  "God knows what you'll come up with next" I yelled.  "I just can't trust you at all, and I'll be damned if I'll put Karl or myself in that situation again.  You're out of it, Vanessa.  You're out of this whole slave thing with Karl!"  More yelling at each other, and I won't go into it any more than to say we parted on unpleasant terms, and Karl would no longer be subjected to to the whims of Vanessa. 

Since the shouting match, Vanessa and I have both calmed down, and we're communicating once again, but I haven't changed my mind at all. Vanessa will not be a part of Karl's slave experience.  Let her find some other hapless "whitey" to punish, if she must, but I've had enough of that foolishness.  I pity the next white male who falls into her hands.

My final conversation was with Karl, and I had waited until I spoke with Patsy and Vanessa before I sat down with him to go over what had transpired.  I told him that Vanessa was out of the picture, and I brought up the question of Patsy's desire to have him interacting with her other subs. He sighed with relief at the Vanessa news, and after some thought, said he had no trouble with communicating with Patsy's downstairs staff as long as it didn't involve anything sexual in nature.  We discussed his so-called feminization at Patsy's, and I asked him if he felt that was in the spirit of his slave experience.  Karl has only had very brief preludes to that sort of subjugation - all at Patsy's hand previously - and I wondered how he felt about it.  He admitted that it was not what he'd expected, but if that was what made Princess Patsy happy, he'd be a poor slave indeed if he objected.  His answer surprised me, but I found it interesting that he was willing to explore a side of himself that I'd never suspected.  Mr. "manly man" was willing to be feminized!  So be it, and go to it Patsy!  You can bet that I'll show up to observe one of Patsy's sessions.

In conclusion, I'd be remiss if I didn't report on the conversation I had in my own head after my slave day with Karl.  I haven't gone into any details about that day, except to say that I worked Karl hard and was not shy with corporal punishment.  What I had to admit to myself was that I enjoyed that higher level of corporal punishment a lot.  A whole lot.  There's something about using a whip on a man that brings out a side of me that isn't often apparent.  Paddles and riding crops are one thing, but swinging a whip at my vertically suspended  and totally helpless husband/slave does something indescribably exciting to the sadistic part of me.  Does this put me in Vanessa's category?  I don't think so.  After all, I'm not avenging Southern slavery, but I'd be silly to underestimate the dangerous potential of carrying this whip thing too far.  The fact that I love Karl is, I feel, the big difference, and I'm sure I'll never become as cruel as the Vanessas of the world.   Besides, if pre-cum and a cock straining mightily against its chastity restraint are any indication, Karl's level of arousal as I walk around his naked and suspended body, my high heels clicking on the basement floor, whip in hand, as I casually circle my prey..... well, he's certainly enjoying it too.

Interestingly, I've felt less desirous of my "itch" for a newbie sub since that slave day with Karl.  Could it be that a higher level of subjugation and punishment was what was needed all along?  Time will tell, but I'm very much looking forward to a 3 day session with slave Karl.  I wonder if he'll feel the same when that's over.  We'll just have to see,

P.S.  I wrote this blog entry in late December, and have had a 3 day slave sesssion with Karl since then.  I'll write about that session when I have the time.