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Sex and the Single Slave by prism Greetings Masters, Lately and in the past this one has encountered the “single” slave. Defining “single” as in “not being owned” as opposed to “one.” In fact, this one is a “single” slave. How is that possible? How can one be single and claim to be a slave? And by the Gorean standards of some people a single un-owned slave is looked upon as a Free Woman. And then there is the never ending argument, How can one be a slave and not owned? You can have slave-like tendencies but you’re not a slave unless you’re owned. Isn’t that what most of us are told?
If we look up “slave” in the Webster’s dictionary we will find this definition: Slave: According to this definition, one can be owned or un-owned, but “controlled,” with “controlled,” being the operative word. Ok, so we all know the definition of slavery, or at least how you define it yourself. This article is not intended as an education of how one defines slave. But rather understanding the point of what this one will be getting at. Ok, so here we are “single” slaves and not even slaves but “single” women. What to do, what to do? We look, we ponder. Mainly we are confused a lot.
How do you keep your slavery in check and be single? Watching and listening to others. You get to that point where you make “that gesture” a lot, you know the one where you open your mouth and kind of stick your finger in your throat... (Gag me)? You look at everything and roll eyes? Yea... has been there, done that. Biting your tongue a lot? Uh huh... And basically feeling just plain old miserable and kind of can’t find a place where you belong. So you start searching, cruising the chat rooms, putting a few ads up on alternative sites. Does this sound familiar to anyone??? You start lowering your standards to fit in. You start meeting people. It’s a whole other ball game when you’re single. And it’s a whole other ball game when you’re used to the standards you were trained in. Out of the 400 body part pictures you’re sent, you may find one or two men who actually reply in an email and not send you the picture that will poke your eye out. Trust this one ladies, the eyesight was suffering. Why would anyone send a body part picture to someone you don’t even know? AND someone you are looking for an M/s relationship with??? Ok, so you meet the two possibilities and correspond and talk. You shake your head in disbelief. This is too good to be true. You found the perfect Master in amongst all these body parts. Both of you are looking for the same exact thing. Believe in all the same things. Get along great. You talk and talk, you email. YOU WAIT... and wait and wait.... to the point where you’re now not only a “single” slave/woman but a frustrated one as well. The same frustration that leads you to him is pushing you away. Frustration is controlling you. Your emotions, your thinking. It’s starting to be all about YOU. Doesn’t matter anymore what he wants, you know YOU have got to get what YOU want. Until one day you smash into that wall, and that wall has a name... “Reality.” What the heck was this one doing? What was she thinking? And then you really do realize, you are really a slave. You were controlled. As sad as it seems, you were controlled by your own emotions. You were controlled by desire, by need. The craving in your belly. YOU were controlled. Perhaps it wasn’t the control you wanted. But you were controlled. And most of all, you were controlled by your heart.
So ladies, slaves, whatever you call yourselves, being “single” sometimes is a real test of your slavery. Maintaining you and the things you learned in the past. Keeping those standards we all live and learn by. Not letting bitterness and loneliness cloud our minds so much we forget who and what we are and the life we love. But most of all, knowing that being a slave is not just what’s around your neck, but mostly what’s in your heart. Perhaps we can write a different definition to slavery... according to slaves? Until next time... Wishing you all enough prism |
