TRANSFORMATIONS

How does one transform a submissive husband into a slave?  Is this an inevitable progression when a naturally Dominant woman marries a naturally submissive man?  Is it even desirable to take a successful marriage to this new level?  Is it worth risking disaster to change a dynamic this radically?

Make no mistake, this is a RADICAL change.  From part time submissive to full time slave involves enormous changes in attitude on both sides.  My husband Karl and I are experimenting with this scenario with three day - and sometimes four day - slave sessions each month.  I've written about the first session, which also involved my Dominant friends Vanessa and Patsy, and which had mixed results.  There have been two more sessions since then, and since Vanessa is now out of the picture and Patsy has been too busy with other matters to partake since the first session, it has simply been Karl and I for the past two months.

"Simply" is probably the wrong word to describe what is happening.  Years ago, we had a slave weekend which worked out well enough, but didn't result in any permanent changes in our basic relationship.  We went back to our usual FLR where I was the Dom and Karl was the sub, but didn't involve slavery or 24/7 activity.  Yes, Karl was always at my beck and call, and the majority of our time was more or less normal, at least for us,  but always with the realization that I was in control and could and would exercise that control as if saw fit.  And I saw fit quite often, keeping Karl under my thumb, using and abusing him for my (and his) pleasure.  If you've followed this blog, you know what I'm talking about, and you also know that I gradually got this "itch" to train a new novice sub, and Karl finally accepted this situation after I brought up the matter of his "slavery" which was designed to give him something new in his life as well.

So the concept of monthly slave sessions became reality, and the results have been unpredictably transforming.  I believe it's fair to say that both of us have uncovered aspects of our personalities that may have been there all along, but which were buried somewhere underneath the comfortable veneer of our D/s relationship.  When we changed Dominant/submissive to Mistress/slave, and took it quite seriously, something different was born. 

This wasn't just a game any more.  I decided that if I were going to become a slavemaster I had to take on the attitude of a slavemaster and Karl had to take on the attitude of a real slave.  He had to surrender completely to my will and he had to do it 24/7.  I, in turn, had to commit to being in charge every minute of the day and night and accept that I was not his wife, but his ruler.  We had previously used "Your Highness" and not simply "Milady" to refer to me when we had our slave weekend years before, and now I was "Your Highness" again, and I was prepared to accept that situation and all that it implied.  It implied a lot of work on my part, physically and mentally, and a lot of physical and mental surrender on Karl's part.   Karl was now simply known as "slave" and on the occasions when he was allowed to address me, I was "Your Highness", and he quickly learned that his Highness was not joking around.

Maybe it was because I was having no success in finding a new novice sub to train, or maybe my itch had been about something else altogether, but I jumped into being "Your Highness" with both feet, and those feet found that they loved stomping on Karl at a level never seen before in our house.  The last two slave sessions have found me carrying a whip all the time, and using it whenever my slave failed to satisfy my endless demands.  At times, I used it even when he did satisfy my demands simply because I found that I LIKE to use it. 

Yes, this does bring up the subject of Vanessa, and how angry I was at the physical abuse she had heaped on Karl in the first slave session.  However, it was more her using Karl as a face fucker that had gotten my goat, and her making it a black versus white situation.   Suddenly, I found that I had a lot more empathy with her use of the whip.  Maybe there's just something about being in control of a groveling slave that leads to a love of the whip.  I don't know if that's a fair assumption, but Karl had truly become a slave in his own mind, showing an attitude of "slaveness" that equaled my attitude of slavemaster.   He groveled well, he jumped to my commands, he worshipped every inch of me with relish, he accepted whatever I did to him and thanked me for it, and he MEANT it.  Two mindsets finding a different level and equaling us out in what was taking place.

Were our eyes glazed in a sort of frenzy, were we slightly insane, were we going too far?  I really don't know, and it's still going on, so the jury is still out as to where this will lead.  All I know for sure is that I can't wait for the next slave session, and neither can Karl.  We discussed (after our last session) the possibility of increasing the number of times each month that we do this.  We haven't committed to that yet, but I confess to being excited at the prospect. 

We'll just have to see what happens.  I'll let you know when it does.