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Under Pressure

Looking around at the remains of the work to be done, a girl cannot believe it has been only a little over a week since the move took place. All the stress, sweat and tears have culminated in four empty paint cans and a mountain of boxes for the trash people to remove. There was nothing idyllic about a girl’s service to her Master this week. Not once during this week did kessia get to kneel and beg use or crawl around on the floor looking pretty, sweetly begging favors. Nothing but hard physical labor, stiff muscles and sweat. Oh, and wondering how in the name of all holy things was everything going to get done in the week of vacation that Master had been granted. Sitting around in this sweat-soaked reality, kessia was kicking herself because things were going far less than perfectly. One was so upset that Master commented that he did not expect things to be perfect, so why should kessia second guess him by putting so much pressure on herself.

Well, holy cow.

This girl had never thought of the pressure she put on herself to make sure things go well as second guessing her owner. Nuh-huh. Far from it. This girl had been telling herself that she needed to work hard and organize perfectly because that is what her Master relies on her to do. Once one started thinking about it, she realized that he asks her to work hard and organize as best she can, *not* perfectly. Demanding any more than that comes from kessia herself, not from him. Punishing herself for deviations from the standards she has set is, well, taking care of Master’s property for him. Whoops. Isn’t it funny how these little revelations happen at the oddest times? What a relief it was, taking the pressure to perform away. One got so tangled up in organizational hell that she forgot her job was to manage the move, not to manage herself.

One bets this is pretty common for all of us... We want so badly to be the best for our Owners that we put tons of pressure on ourselves, forgetting that it is not for us to do so. How much stress gets saved simply by remembering that about 85% of the pressure we feel comes from within? How much does a girl’s service improve when she is focused only on the moment and not on the "bigger picture"? This girl has found that simply reminding herself that she does not need to hold herself to some impossible standard has helped her service, her attitude, and her stress level. All of that, just from doing something she should have been doing right along. How’s that for food for thought? *laughs*

One wishes all well,
kessia{Sage}

 

 

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