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created on 09/26/2006  |  http://fubar.com/poems/b7006

What is a "Master"?

What is a "Master"? Master. The word evokes an image of male authority and power from our collective memory, and yet it has intrigued me how the term has been blunted in personal subjugation—so often used synonymously with the words "top" or "dom" in the fetish lexicon. As the trend of BDSM has spread into the psyche of broader society, one can certainly say it has become a fashionable novelty on many levels. With the steady expansion of this chimera, the words used to describe roles and ideals within it have gained far too much power of invention, and it is more than a little ironic that the very sub-culture which adopts terms such as "Master" and "slave" so often understands those terms the least. Upon this sits an increasingly androgynous society shunning what many instinctually feel to be the Natural Order of male and female relation in favor of "eroticizing equality." Since childhood, males in our age are bombarded with numerous social directives which tend to confuse what is expected of them. When a male is asked to assume the title of Master over a female, it stands to reason there may result a considerable misinterpretation or apprehension in doing so from both parties. Sidestepping the social and political trammels of our modern-day culture, let us allow the opening question to prevail: what is a Master, truly? I ask this with the intent to drop, if even for a moment in the minds of some, the leather and latex circus, the play parties, props, fairs, fads and stage play of what so often ultimately equates to sensual escapism. I often ask others not to define the popular facade, but to reflect upon the spirit and the simple, core truth of what a Master is, without consideration to political correctness. Even still, popular views are so oddly diverse that I decided to reference a few simple dictionaries to begin answering this question. The relevant definitions are as follows: Master: 1. One that has control over another. 2. a. The owner or keeper of an animal: b. The owner of a slave. 3. One who has control over or ownership of something. These are clear enough textbook definitions, but what is this term, control? To control is to determine the behavior of and maintain influence and authority over something. The idea seems rather simple, but without fundamental skills in communication and an understanding of human nature, one setting out to take on this role over another may well find himself in a maze of sorts. Through natural experience and reflection, I have come to know a series of simple truths defining what a Master is, and perhaps more importantly, what a Master is not. It is clear to me the following qualities must be at least considered if one is searching for, or wishes to be, a Master: A Master must exercise the virtue of patience. Unfortunately, far too many Masters are in too big of a hurry to collar and claim a prospective slave or submissive. They have only their own selfish motives in mind, and it is quite transparent to most submissives from the start. My PHd comes from the old school of thought which teaches "you get out of something, what you put into it". Before you can enjoy the fruits of submission, sometimes you have to water, grow, teach, mentor, encourage, and provide the structure necessary for one to flourish in her submission. And this isn't an easy task. Patience isn't just a virtue, it is also a necessity. A Master does not base his actions from a state of need. Need is the thought form of the supplicant, not of the noble, dominant will. A Master may desire a servant, but does not look upon one as a requirement to his happiness. He is self-sufficient and capable, finding contentment and balance within himself, seeking a girl to accompany him, not complete him. In short, he cannot be manipulated with his own desire, for never is a male made divine by bending and scraping over the pleasures a female provides. If he does so, the collar will surely find itself upon him. A Master is noble, self-actualized and unflagging in his strength of character. A Master does not need popular approval to define him or nurture his esteem, nor will he be swayed from his own sense of what is right when challenged. For without a backbone, what is his shape? Without structure, strength of will and the courage to pursue his own convictions, how can he properly lead? Surely he must be confident and unshakably strong; without such base qualities, he is not respectable. In short, he must be complete within before he can master another without. A Master truly disciplines and shapes. When a Master punishes, it is to correct—not reward. Some may find this ideal flies in the face of popular bedroom D/s, but My focus is to clarify the reality of the Master, not its kinky facade. If a Master truly wishes to shape his girl correctly, he must not offer discipline as the impetus of an elaborate bedroom game or sensation-based thrill ride. A Master is clear in what pleases him, and does not enable disobedient behavior through his guidance. He rewards obedience with positive reinforcement and corrects with pain of the physical or emotional. Mixing what is punishment and what is reward corrupts and confuses a slave, just as it would a child or pet. A Master knows dominance is not synonymous with mannerlessness. While it can be said a Master's natural place above his slave does not require him to observe her with consideration to traditional manners, this is not to say he is at his core devoid of culture, class and refinement. If the male divine is to be attained as much as possible, a man should have in his character all the qualities his role as ruler inspires him to have. By exuding an inherent regality and confidence, he inspirits worship. Ignorance, childishness and vulgarity are surely paths to be avoided. A Master is understanding, wise and intuitive. Without understanding, one setting out to do a thing will likely fail. On the matter of ruling, the powers of sound judgment, influence, and intuition must be sought and clearly honed. These skills are not effortlessly obtained, however. As ruler, he mustn't be brash or assuming, or allow his sensual pleasures to override his self-sovereignty. A Master must be comfortable in his own skin, balanced with knowledge of forethought and understanding always that though he is essentially a teacher, never does he cease to learn. A Master does not resent what he chooses to keep. A Master may be displeased with the behavior of his slave, or thoroughly disappointed with her performance of a given task, but never must he secretly harbor contempt for her in any form. A Master is to be strong, comfortable and open in his authority, and realize that resentment is simply the result of not being able to directly address his displeasure toward what is his. He must not be afraid to open His mouth and communicate, even if the truth hurts her feelings. A Master must not forget his kindness. If a Master is to be loved, respected and fully obeyed, he must have in him a penchant for harshness. But as surely as he is cruel, he must also know mercy and compassion. Nothing pains Me more than watching an enthusiastic slave, so eager to prove herself....watch her wither away to LESS than nothingness, when suffering under relentless cruelty and humiliation. Without light there is only a blinding darkness. In this, a Master must never forget the power of a gentle touch, of kindness and positive reinforcement.

You are

You are Master and I a slave We are not equal but opposites of the whole, complimenting one another and fulfilling each other's needs, completing the circle. You are Master and I a slave. You have the instinctive need to control, possess, defend and provide for me and I need to please, trust, serve and obey You. You are Master and I a slave. You stand in front of me to protect, discipline and love me while I kneel before You because of my deep respect for You because . . . You are my Master.

To Love A Slave

To Love A Slave If you want a slave, If you want to keep a slave, You must show her your strength as well as your compassion. If you would be beloved by her, You must show her your love. If you would be adored by her, You must cherish her. If you would have her devoted to you, You must inspire her gratitude. A slave gives you her heart As well as her body; She gives you her trust As well as her submission. Never forget that what you want from her must be earned.... must be mented.... Are you worthy of such a slave as you desire? Do you treat her with the degree of respect you expect of her? There is such a fine line! Love and devotion can turn to anger and resentment If trust is betrayed, If power is abused, If your freedom becomes careless. Discipline is not for submissives alone! Control of a slave depends on control of yourself. Never lose sight of your grave responsibility to one who gives herself over to you! Never lapse into callousness or carelessness to one who has dropped her last barriers for your pleasure. To go beyond the limits --even one step!-- of what she can handle Turns bliss into pain and joy to grudge. To go beyond the limits of consent is not the way of the true Master. Petty tyrants can impose their will; The spineless can be intimidated; The defenseless can be brutalized; But only a true Dominant, worthy of the name, Can push on her limits Freely enjoy her pleasures, And have a lady return, again and again, In deep gratitude For enslaving her, Carefully treated, She becomes truly yours and will give you everything.

Foolish GIrl

Foolish Girl Thinking about something beautiful she had and lost. . . because she's a foolish girl. Thinking about what was real and now only a dream . . . because she's a foolish girl. Thinking about the Master she's lost and a slave alone . . . because she's a foolish girl. Ten Thousand reasons You should have turned Your back on her, but have been there all along . . . THE FOOLISH GIRL. Written For: Master Cageen by: dayna

He Speaks

He Speaks He speaks my head lowers my eyes lower my voice lowers my soul soars He approaches my pulse quickens my heart pounds my body trembles my nerves electrified He touches me my body shudders my sex swells my knees weaken my mind explodes He owns me my head is high my esteem rises my heart swells my joy complete ~dayna~

The Olive Tree

A confused sub came before a wise Master who adored her. She felt that to submit to him would mean she would open her heart to unbearable pain should he ever leave her. She hungered for him and needed him, but was ready to walk away in panic. The gentle Master knelt her before him and started a tale of love and devotion. As she looked up at him his arms began to widen and open like a large tree stretching its branches to the sky. At that moment the Master appeared rooted to the floor and His impressive size towered above her like a giant tree. Then he began to speak. "I am here for you, now and always, no matter how far time and space takes us. Whether you walk away from me today or stay and serve me I will not turn from you because I am as patient as time itself. I will take not from you unless you give freely and completely of yourself, but I give onto you regardless because for my love is unconditional. Like the olive tree that can both feed and shade you, I am here eternally for you in your life on this earth. If you need my fruit to feed your hunger, I will give you all the fruit you need. If your skin grows dry and loses its luster, the oil from my fruit will restore it and make it glisten. When you need comfort, my leaves will gently caress your face with the slightest breeze. When you need discipline, my branches will correct you when the wind blows strong. If you need my shade to protect you from the sun, my branches will shade and protect you. If you need warmth at night, my fallen branches will fuel the fire to keep you warm and safe. If you need a refreshing breeze, my leaves will fan you and cool you. You are my gardener. When you submit to me, you tend that which keeps me vibrant and full of life. When you kneel under me to till my soil, you give breath to my roots. When you water me, my sap flows strong through me raising my limping branches. When you soil yourself, collecting fertilizer with your bare hands you strengthen and humble me with your devotion. Although my life would go on, life would not be the same without you. Your dedication and unconditional care for me keeps me vibrant and nurtures my very core. The sustenance and protection I give you seems little reward for your servitude. Still the gardener serves the tree from her heart and in turn the tree gives her heart all that it can. I am here, roots planted firmly in the ground, and can not follow if you walk away from me. But be assured I will still be here, waiting for you in this same spot to offer you all that I do now. Stay with me and be my gardener. You can not get lost in me, for we are complementary to each other. I am your devotion and you give meaning to my existence. Apart we live life and survive; together we bloom eternally!" As the Master finished his last words the sub cried herself to sleep at his feet. That night, He stood planted there like the Olive tree offering her His love and protection as she slept. She would tend to Him with her total devotion the next day and everyday thereafter. ~ Author Unknown
There once was a time, when I almost gave up Searching for a real Master seemed impossible ... Then You found me. There once was a time, after hearing so many lies I felt as if I couldn't go on anymore Because I was afraid to trust anyone ... Then You found me. You have given me hope, desire and sparked the flame in my soul to serve again Because I believe in You ... I trust You ... I want to please You. You found me and I am so thankful. To: Sir Emil Written by: dayna 8/1/2006
I’ve always believed in the importance of trust, Even though others made that almost inconceivable to do. They told me things they knew I’d desired to hear, Rather than the truth which caused me torment and pain. How do I learn to trust again, that’s a good question? I find even when You have given me no reason to doubt you, Some of those painful thoughts flood my mind, bringing back in the doubt. And I don’t want that to happen again. I want to trust you, there has got to be a way. I don’t want to disappoint you again, I only want to please you. Be patient with me as I know you can, I will do my best not to let you down again. I’m not perfect, and may fall down from time to time, Just tell me you’ll be there, to pick me back up, And point me in the right direction. Written for: Sir Emil By: Dayna August 20, 2006

Black Orchid

On a warm afternoon, there sat a sweet seedling waiting to bloom. She was gently guided to the garden by a sweet storm, a most welcomed summer rain storm. The little seedling firmly planted herself, her roots are strong, and she is still vulnerable, but she continues to grow . . . She has tasted the rain, the sun, the solitude of herself. The space were she resides, she is no longer afraid of, for she knows she is safe there and has blossomed . . . Her black velvet skin is soft to the touch, she is statuesque with rubinesque qualities and her head is held high, accepting the rain as it falls gently on her. She has changed from a little seedling, to a blossoming sweet black orchid. In the garden where she sits, she waits for her very first touch . . . The sweet nectar dripping from her petals, attracting only the strongest of black butterflies. She is still delicate, has so much more to learn, and just as much to give . . . trusting only the one who has completely earned her gift. She is still searching inside herself, finding her true desires. As she attempts to search for the discipline of the strong black grower she needs, the black butterfly who will take her away and make her his own. She needs to be guided, trained and most of all protected, the one that captures her heart, will help her grown and she shall never die, for flowers never do.
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