The laws that have been passed, tracing back to the days of the original Obscene Publications Act, have sought to protect the morality of society. To prevent the dissemination of material which could deprave or corrupt peoples minds. Unfortunately, it has failed.
It failed for a number of reasons. Chief among them is that no one knows what material is likely to deprave or corrupt. There is no actual solid test. This is why I opposed the violent pornography section of the CJ&I bill in 2009; in terms of legislation, it was an absolute disgrace. Not that officialdom were concerned, though. You only need to see the prosecution record of this legislation since it was passed to see how much of a joke it has become.
But what of societies morality? Well, you only need to see the 2010 presentation of "Dogging" by Fascinating Aida. The audience, quite a large one, was laughing quite heartily at this rendition.
Long story short, people know what they like and don't generally appreciate government sticking its nose in. So long as it isn't in peoples faces, they're mostly all right with things of a sexual nature. Live and let live seems to be the tone of the majority these days. The British public are a tolerant bunch and appreciate choice and freedom; the danger comes from the vocal minorities who wish to impose their own morals on everybody else.
Among those minorities are the Police. A vastly hypocritical official body, they are willing to use any form of argument that they can, when it suits them.
Take a person who undertakes violence in society. The person is responsible for their actions and it is treated as such. No one except for those calling for the banishment of violent material would even think to bring to the fore the amount of violent films and material that was in the offender's home DVD collection. The police certainly wouldn't because violence is a part of their training and they understand it very well.
When it comes to sexual material, however, then things change. Suddenly the amount and quantity of material in the offenders home becomes an integral part of the case against the offender and the police are calling for it to be banned. Quite frankly, it is a hypocritical stance on behalf of the police who, quite honestly are actually predisposed to NOT understanding sexual material. In fact, any overt connection to such activities is likely to lead to rejection to membership of the force in the first place; so it is no surprise to find that the Police have such an attitude. There is no one among their ranks with any experience of the wider aspect of sexual material.
The most common contact that the police have with such material is the gross and hateful material depicting child abuse; so it is understandable not only why the police don't have an understanding of sexual material, but they are violently opposed to it. It is a position born as a result of their exposure to the most hateful forms of material coupled with the recruitment tenancy to filter out people with anything less than a glowing halo above their heads.
So it is easy to see why the position of the police is so at odds with society as a whole. When it comes to the majority of sexual material, they not only haven't got a clue, but they are actually resistant to wanting to understand it in the first place.
Serving Master Charles - Part 1
In North West Wales was a cottage in a small hill side village. Made up of three small slate miners huts merged together. The actual layout of the building was thus, to put it politely, a little quirky.
It had suffered from an unfortunate fire which had upset the slate flooring and thus broken the waterproofing. This meant it wasn't the driest of buildings any more. Damp was also creeping up the back walls. It was not in the best of health.
It was the home of Master Charles.
I was relatively late to the scene. He already had another slave, Ram, serving him. i was thus lower down a pecking order. There was also a considerable amount of scene activity there. A romantic at heart, Charles had mellowed from a life of being a professional, chain smoking workaholic, to a relaxed person who wanted to do something to bring other peoples dreams to life. It did not do to forget, however, than behind the charismatic face which was partially blind and partially hearing, was a sharp mind which did not shy from mischief; but was balanced by a generous heart.
Initially, i contacted Him by telephone and letter. His decision of taking on a transsexual for training was, initially, a no. However, it was only a matter of time before there was an event held at his home and i was invited through a mutual friend. So it was that i spent a time there and He accepted me.
It wasn't a straight forward acceptance, though. There were a few rituals to go through and time taken over decisions.
I was put through a series of tests. One of which was trust. Ram took a number of things, including a needle in the breast. With the implants, i couldn't take such a needle and Charles knew this. He ordered me to close my eyes, a needle in his hand. I felt pressure on one breast, but i held myself from panicing. Sure enough, it wasn't a needle i had been touched with. This was a test i saw at least one other person go through, and fail dismally.
It had suffered from an unfortunate fire which had upset the slate flooring and thus broken the waterproofing. This meant it wasn't the driest of buildings any more. Damp was also creeping up the back walls. It was not in the best of health.
It was the home of Master Charles.
I was relatively late to the scene. He already had another slave, Ram, serving him. i was thus lower down a pecking order. There was also a considerable amount of scene activity there. A romantic at heart, Charles had mellowed from a life of being a professional, chain smoking workaholic, to a relaxed person who wanted to do something to bring other peoples dreams to life. It did not do to forget, however, than behind the charismatic face which was partially blind and partially hearing, was a sharp mind which did not shy from mischief; but was balanced by a generous heart.
Initially, i contacted Him by telephone and letter. His decision of taking on a transsexual for training was, initially, a no. However, it was only a matter of time before there was an event held at his home and i was invited through a mutual friend. So it was that i spent a time there and He accepted me.
It wasn't a straight forward acceptance, though. There were a few rituals to go through and time taken over decisions.
I was put through a series of tests. One of which was trust. Ram took a number of things, including a needle in the breast. With the implants, i couldn't take such a needle and Charles knew this. He ordered me to close my eyes, a needle in his hand. I felt pressure on one breast, but i held myself from panicing. Sure enough, it wasn't a needle i had been touched with. This was a test i saw at least one other person go through, and fail dismally.
An old post
While taking advantage of this downtime in my life, I decided to go through some old files that were taking up hard disk space (I tell you, when you've got 4TB of raid 5 hard drive space and you're scratching around for space ... it starts to numb the mind.) and I found this gem.
It was from someone with the handle The_ICM, commenting on an on-line conversation that was being had some years ago. It speaks for itself...
Having just come back indoors from doing the extremely normal things that some of our more bigotted commentators seem to think bdsm paractioners don't do, I have browsed through the messages since my previous post.
I have made a few none too surprising observations.
Overall the most salient and erudite comments appear to be coming from those who are involved in some way with the S&M lifestyle.
Overall the more slopeforeheaded, pig ignorant and banal rantings seem to come from the "You're all a bunch of pervs and need kneecapping" anti-bdsm brigade.
Now I wasn't gong to pass this observation previously though I now feel it's as good a time as any.
In my experience of the scene I have found that overall it seems to attract a level of higher educated people than many other 'lifestyles'.
Most in my experience hold down good, regular and responsible jobs as well.
As one of the other commentators mentioned earlier - we (the S&M-ers)are all around you.
We do the same jobs as the rest of the world.
We don't glow orange in the dark nor turn into dust at the break of day.
You don't know we're there but, trust me, next time you're on the bus or train then I'd bet there is someone who plays, even if only at home with their partner, sitting a mere seat or two away from you.
It was from someone with the handle The_ICM, commenting on an on-line conversation that was being had some years ago. It speaks for itself...
Having just come back indoors from doing the extremely normal things that some of our more bigotted commentators seem to think bdsm paractioners don't do, I have browsed through the messages since my previous post.
I have made a few none too surprising observations.
Overall the most salient and erudite comments appear to be coming from those who are involved in some way with the S&M lifestyle.
Overall the more slopeforeheaded, pig ignorant and banal rantings seem to come from the "You're all a bunch of pervs and need kneecapping" anti-bdsm brigade.
Now I wasn't gong to pass this observation previously though I now feel it's as good a time as any.
In my experience of the scene I have found that overall it seems to attract a level of higher educated people than many other 'lifestyles'.
Most in my experience hold down good, regular and responsible jobs as well.
As one of the other commentators mentioned earlier - we (the S&M-ers)are all around you.
We do the same jobs as the rest of the world.
We don't glow orange in the dark nor turn into dust at the break of day.
You don't know we're there but, trust me, next time you're on the bus or train then I'd bet there is someone who plays, even if only at home with their partner, sitting a mere seat or two away from you.
Freedoms have failed us
The censorship nuts are at it again. They are after Ed Vaizey and the Internet this time Part one and two of my responses are here.
However I decided to put point three here. Part of this is down to religion and the forced submission of women; which is happening in the UK and on our watch. It is here because I have a choice to be "i" and i've exercised that choice. But only from my education about the situation and my understanding. I have made a FREE choice. That is what freedom is about.
But here is part three...
Dear Mr Vaizey,
Apologies to give yet more information to the process, but there is a wider issue which needs to be examined, of which pornography and, indeed, the Internet is a part. If you manage to find an answer to this one, I'd be grateful.
For some considerable years, various agencies have fought for individual freedom. The fights have been for equality, for choice, for everyone to have the vote, and these principles are now enshrined in law and are slowly filtering through our culture; the breaking of glass ceilings in business, etc.
We have religions and cultures operating within our borders which seem to have exception to these laws. Looking a the official structure of all the religions, they aren't exactly an equal opportunities employer. They are still practising discriminations and sexist attitudes that society has not only left behind, but legislated against.
Some time ago I saw in the town in which I live, (a long time Conservative held town) a man and a woman. Their manner of dress determined them to be of Eastern beliefs, most likely somewhere in the Indian area. She was walking roughly five steps behind him and maintained that distance. Her head was bowed. The lack of other people and both the similarity and unusualness of their dress put the chances that they were together, as very high indeed.
I thought to myself, "that culture has paired these two people together. That woman hasn't had a choice on who she marries. Our freedoms, our laws, our protection has completely failed her. She has been resigned to a life of second fiddle and subservience to another from the very day she was born. And all this is happening on our soil and on our watch."
This is where I believe religion and the ability for people of various cultures to not only dictate what classes their children can attend, but also for their ability to set up faith schools and controls the curriculum, enables the next generation to be programmed the way that they wish and that these people don't know about the full range of events and laws of our country.
I have heard reports of women in some areas being denied their vote; their husbands forcing them to sign the blank form and then ticking as they will rather than their wives having their free choice. I don't know what has been done about this.
We have generations being brought up, who will hold a British passport and not even realise what it means to be British; about the values that this country was built on and what it represents.
To examine this further, if you talk to extreme systems like an ex-scientologist, they will recount to you how they were taught to disbelieve anything and everything that reaches them from outside their organisation. They are taught to not watch TV, use software on their computers that filters out the Internet, the whole nine yards.
If you saw the Panorama program earlier this year, then the teachings of the extremist, Saudi sponsored schools that are operating, do likewise. Their women are taught not to watch TV.
Information is freedom, Mr Vaizey.
The women who protested that women who enter the professions of posing for men's magazines, failed in their goals. Despite the protests, the sit outs in front of newsagents and the criminal damage they caused, society went forward. Now, we have equality with men posing for women's magazines as well.
As to the question of is it right, there is the eternal question that no one has answered. What is the need of society, what is happening within society that has needed pornography, the services of prostitution, etc. for so long. What is it about society that needs this material.
Pornography, etc., has endured for so long and is such a strong business that like any business, it would not survive if there was no demand. So what is it about society that is being served by this industry? It is world wide, not simply a British issue.
There was an important question which I felt was missing from the REA that was presented to the House in support of the Justice and Immigration Bill...
What will be the effect on society if we remove pornography?
Those with the moral high ground are vehement in their desire to kill pornography in our society. However, they can not answer that question either. Simply by killing the service, that does not silence the need. To kill a weed, you must understand the root and have a solution to its determined existence.
Overall, however, I believe a good portion of this comes down to sex education in our schools. Some mothers are so ineffective at passing on such knowledge that they fail to tell their daughters about periods so that when children reach this point in their lives, they thing something is seriously wrong and panic.
I don't care what religion a child is from. I don't care what culture the family is. Every child should be taught the fundamentals about their own body and no one should allow a child to skip this very personal and important subject. Our shame in sex should be put at an end.
It is only once someone is armed with information, that they can make a choice; so when they do follow a path of celibacy for whatever reason, they are fully aware of what this means for them and can understand the emotion behind the sacrifice they have chosen to make.
Our generation has seen things go the wrong way. Parents wrapping their children in emotional bubble wrap, prohibiting them from activities which would put them at risk and give them all they ask for. The result of our creation, children who can't integrate with society, hold down a job, etc. is now upon us.
We must understand the motives of the people who would wish to ban pornography from the Internet. It must not be allowed for them to do this on the back of personal or religious belief. They must present fully reasoned and researched material to the process.
If their presentations pass muster, then proper, impartial and properly resourced undertakings should be begun which will analyse the likely impact on our society, should their wishes be granted.
For example, men who look after disabled wives, drained by that experience and feeling unsupported ... what are the chances that a human exposed to such demands for a long time, would actually turn to rape?
What will be the effect on disabled men or women who use these materials to satisfy the natural cravings within us all?
If priests need support to live a celibate life, then why should the rest of society be exempt from such support?
This piece, written by someone who trained to be a priest more than thirty years ago, presents the situation well. http://bit.ly/ePiX9W - "If I had known then what I know now about the loneliness of the celibate life, I would never have chosen the priesthood."
If we are to ban pornography, we take away from them the only support that they have in this area.
If we do ban pornography ... we had better put some VERY serious research in to what we are doing.
Yours sincerely,
However I decided to put point three here. Part of this is down to religion and the forced submission of women; which is happening in the UK and on our watch. It is here because I have a choice to be "i" and i've exercised that choice. But only from my education about the situation and my understanding. I have made a FREE choice. That is what freedom is about.
But here is part three...
Dear Mr Vaizey,
Apologies to give yet more information to the process, but there is a wider issue which needs to be examined, of which pornography and, indeed, the Internet is a part. If you manage to find an answer to this one, I'd be grateful.
For some considerable years, various agencies have fought for individual freedom. The fights have been for equality, for choice, for everyone to have the vote, and these principles are now enshrined in law and are slowly filtering through our culture; the breaking of glass ceilings in business, etc.
We have religions and cultures operating within our borders which seem to have exception to these laws. Looking a the official structure of all the religions, they aren't exactly an equal opportunities employer. They are still practising discriminations and sexist attitudes that society has not only left behind, but legislated against.
Some time ago I saw in the town in which I live, (a long time Conservative held town) a man and a woman. Their manner of dress determined them to be of Eastern beliefs, most likely somewhere in the Indian area. She was walking roughly five steps behind him and maintained that distance. Her head was bowed. The lack of other people and both the similarity and unusualness of their dress put the chances that they were together, as very high indeed.
I thought to myself, "that culture has paired these two people together. That woman hasn't had a choice on who she marries. Our freedoms, our laws, our protection has completely failed her. She has been resigned to a life of second fiddle and subservience to another from the very day she was born. And all this is happening on our soil and on our watch."
This is where I believe religion and the ability for people of various cultures to not only dictate what classes their children can attend, but also for their ability to set up faith schools and controls the curriculum, enables the next generation to be programmed the way that they wish and that these people don't know about the full range of events and laws of our country.
I have heard reports of women in some areas being denied their vote; their husbands forcing them to sign the blank form and then ticking as they will rather than their wives having their free choice. I don't know what has been done about this.
We have generations being brought up, who will hold a British passport and not even realise what it means to be British; about the values that this country was built on and what it represents.
To examine this further, if you talk to extreme systems like an ex-scientologist, they will recount to you how they were taught to disbelieve anything and everything that reaches them from outside their organisation. They are taught to not watch TV, use software on their computers that filters out the Internet, the whole nine yards.
If you saw the Panorama program earlier this year, then the teachings of the extremist, Saudi sponsored schools that are operating, do likewise. Their women are taught not to watch TV.
Information is freedom, Mr Vaizey.
The women who protested that women who enter the professions of posing for men's magazines, failed in their goals. Despite the protests, the sit outs in front of newsagents and the criminal damage they caused, society went forward. Now, we have equality with men posing for women's magazines as well.
As to the question of is it right, there is the eternal question that no one has answered. What is the need of society, what is happening within society that has needed pornography, the services of prostitution, etc. for so long. What is it about society that needs this material.
Pornography, etc., has endured for so long and is such a strong business that like any business, it would not survive if there was no demand. So what is it about society that is being served by this industry? It is world wide, not simply a British issue.
There was an important question which I felt was missing from the REA that was presented to the House in support of the Justice and Immigration Bill...
What will be the effect on society if we remove pornography?
Those with the moral high ground are vehement in their desire to kill pornography in our society. However, they can not answer that question either. Simply by killing the service, that does not silence the need. To kill a weed, you must understand the root and have a solution to its determined existence.
Overall, however, I believe a good portion of this comes down to sex education in our schools. Some mothers are so ineffective at passing on such knowledge that they fail to tell their daughters about periods so that when children reach this point in their lives, they thing something is seriously wrong and panic.
I don't care what religion a child is from. I don't care what culture the family is. Every child should be taught the fundamentals about their own body and no one should allow a child to skip this very personal and important subject. Our shame in sex should be put at an end.
It is only once someone is armed with information, that they can make a choice; so when they do follow a path of celibacy for whatever reason, they are fully aware of what this means for them and can understand the emotion behind the sacrifice they have chosen to make.
Our generation has seen things go the wrong way. Parents wrapping their children in emotional bubble wrap, prohibiting them from activities which would put them at risk and give them all they ask for. The result of our creation, children who can't integrate with society, hold down a job, etc. is now upon us.
We must understand the motives of the people who would wish to ban pornography from the Internet. It must not be allowed for them to do this on the back of personal or religious belief. They must present fully reasoned and researched material to the process.
If their presentations pass muster, then proper, impartial and properly resourced undertakings should be begun which will analyse the likely impact on our society, should their wishes be granted.
For example, men who look after disabled wives, drained by that experience and feeling unsupported ... what are the chances that a human exposed to such demands for a long time, would actually turn to rape?
What will be the effect on disabled men or women who use these materials to satisfy the natural cravings within us all?
If priests need support to live a celibate life, then why should the rest of society be exempt from such support?
This piece, written by someone who trained to be a priest more than thirty years ago, presents the situation well. http://bit.ly/ePiX9W - "If I had known then what I know now about the loneliness of the celibate life, I would never have chosen the priesthood."
If we are to ban pornography, we take away from them the only support that they have in this area.
If we do ban pornography ... we had better put some VERY serious research in to what we are doing.
Yours sincerely,
An AFP competition
Over on The Shadow Box which is the forum for The Dresden Dolls, Amanda Fucking Palmer, etc. they ran this competition.
I'm posting this here because people who come to this blog can expect the unexpected and the boundaries to be pushed; so there is no excuse for complaining.
Eight pictures were put up and they wanted people to pick one and write a sub-500 word story. The competition closing date has well gone, so I decided to pick a picture and have a go. This is the picture I chose to write about...
...and this is what I wrote...
Gurtrude Mooster and AnnaBelle Udderton were two normal, everyday urbanite cows, shopping together in their local supermarket. Stood at the meat counter they were discussing the poor quality of human on offer these days.
“Well, personally I don't think that the packaged thigh slices are that bad.” said Gurtrude.
“Aw, but you haven't tasted ANYTHING until you've had diced triceps.” enthused AnnaBelle. “I mean, look at these specially weight trained specimens. So low in fat and pumped full of ...”
“Steroids.” Gurtrude interjected. “Packed full of steroids to make them more meaty. There's no way I'm paying fifteen cow bells per pound to eat a load of chemicals.”
“Well, you've got a point but … they make me want to drool.”
“You drool all the time. You know, ever since you went in for that udder enhancement I'm sure you're not quite the same.”
“It is all the rage these days. Makes the bulls go weak at the knees.”
“Yeh, but look at those scars. I told you not to go to Tully's Farm to get them done. Right load of animal butchers that lot.”
“Look, on the amount I earn as a milk seller, I can't afford Aberdeen Angus' place. Apart from which the bagpipe background music makes me want to moo myself silly.”
“Look, this is all fine, but what the hell are we going to do for dinner?"
AnnaBelle looks in her purse. “Well, we haven't got much choice as it looks like I've left my credit card in the barn. We could always just go to the discount aisle and pick up one of those cheap battered prostitutes.”
“You're kidding. I know we're short of cash but you never know where those things have been. They're not humanely killed, either. They just make a male human pimp wild and let him loose with a metal baseball bat.”
“Yeh but they're only ten cowbells for the whole carcass and they stew well. Plus they've already been tenderised in to the bargain and they're made in America! Well, it's either that or the unbranded tramps in the freezer section.”
“Thats a rip off as well. The price they want and the meat isn't worth picking off the bones. Have you tried de-skinning one of them? It's a nightmare trying to get the woollen coat off the skin.”
“Ok, I'm sold. Let's get a prostitute.”
Being in agreement, the two wander over to the discount aisle, load a battered prostitute in to their shopping cart and leave. Gurtrude takes the meat home to start cooking while AnnaBelle stops by a beauty parlour to get her hoofs done.
I'm posting this here because people who come to this blog can expect the unexpected and the boundaries to be pushed; so there is no excuse for complaining.
Eight pictures were put up and they wanted people to pick one and write a sub-500 word story. The competition closing date has well gone, so I decided to pick a picture and have a go. This is the picture I chose to write about...
...and this is what I wrote...
Gurtrude Mooster and AnnaBelle Udderton were two normal, everyday urbanite cows, shopping together in their local supermarket. Stood at the meat counter they were discussing the poor quality of human on offer these days.
“Well, personally I don't think that the packaged thigh slices are that bad.” said Gurtrude.
“Aw, but you haven't tasted ANYTHING until you've had diced triceps.” enthused AnnaBelle. “I mean, look at these specially weight trained specimens. So low in fat and pumped full of ...”
“Steroids.” Gurtrude interjected. “Packed full of steroids to make them more meaty. There's no way I'm paying fifteen cow bells per pound to eat a load of chemicals.”
“Well, you've got a point but … they make me want to drool.”
“You drool all the time. You know, ever since you went in for that udder enhancement I'm sure you're not quite the same.”
“It is all the rage these days. Makes the bulls go weak at the knees.”
“Yeh, but look at those scars. I told you not to go to Tully's Farm to get them done. Right load of animal butchers that lot.”
“Look, on the amount I earn as a milk seller, I can't afford Aberdeen Angus' place. Apart from which the bagpipe background music makes me want to moo myself silly.”
“Look, this is all fine, but what the hell are we going to do for dinner?"
AnnaBelle looks in her purse. “Well, we haven't got much choice as it looks like I've left my credit card in the barn. We could always just go to the discount aisle and pick up one of those cheap battered prostitutes.”
“You're kidding. I know we're short of cash but you never know where those things have been. They're not humanely killed, either. They just make a male human pimp wild and let him loose with a metal baseball bat.”
“Yeh but they're only ten cowbells for the whole carcass and they stew well. Plus they've already been tenderised in to the bargain and they're made in America! Well, it's either that or the unbranded tramps in the freezer section.”
“Thats a rip off as well. The price they want and the meat isn't worth picking off the bones. Have you tried de-skinning one of them? It's a nightmare trying to get the woollen coat off the skin.”
“Ok, I'm sold. Let's get a prostitute.”
Being in agreement, the two wander over to the discount aisle, load a battered prostitute in to their shopping cart and leave. Gurtrude takes the meat home to start cooking while AnnaBelle stops by a beauty parlour to get her hoofs done.
Master P
How do you describe a man who, on the outside, has so many contradicting factors? There is only one way that i know of; and that is to describe the inside. Inventive, adventurous, generous, caring but also keeping that edge of mystery. His time on many occasions, wasn't His own. Although He has changed things now, back then He had managed to fill His life completely. Outside the 9 to 5, He works in the field of music and has an energetic love of what He does.
He is also caring to a degree that i have rarely found in men outside the BDSM arena. At that time i was stressed from the moving around and the chaos that my life was in. Before i was owned by Master Charles, Master P took me to His water bed, tied me to it spreadeagled and gagged me, ready to play. True to form, the bondage relaxed me so that in very short order, i fell sound asleep. Master P's reaction was not to rouse me, but carefully untie me, remove the gag and gently move me so that He could get in to bed also!
There were a number of occasions when i suffered precious pleasure at that Master's hands, and i will always remember some of those times with great affection.
With Master Charles' permission, i later gave Master P the only gift of any meaning that was mine to give; my second virginity. He was the first man to have intercourse with me since my surgery.
It is only on very rare occasion that i get to see Master P these days. With events and financial situations, i don't travel the roads like i used to do; but when i do pass His way, i try the impossible task of merging my travel times with His schedule. It doesn't always work, and that saddens me.
He is also caring to a degree that i have rarely found in men outside the BDSM arena. At that time i was stressed from the moving around and the chaos that my life was in. Before i was owned by Master Charles, Master P took me to His water bed, tied me to it spreadeagled and gagged me, ready to play. True to form, the bondage relaxed me so that in very short order, i fell sound asleep. Master P's reaction was not to rouse me, but carefully untie me, remove the gag and gently move me so that He could get in to bed also!
There were a number of occasions when i suffered precious pleasure at that Master's hands, and i will always remember some of those times with great affection.
With Master Charles' permission, i later gave Master P the only gift of any meaning that was mine to give; my second virginity. He was the first man to have intercourse with me since my surgery.
It is only on very rare occasion that i get to see Master P these days. With events and financial situations, i don't travel the roads like i used to do; but when i do pass His way, i try the impossible task of merging my travel times with His schedule. It doesn't always work, and that saddens me.
Continuing again
So i was in Derby and linked up with a few potential Masters. One of them was Master P. i played with Him on an occasion and He offered to help. At that time i was taken on by an international computer company, issued with a company car and looked after clients in a fairly wide area.
i don't think i quite fitted Master P's ideas, and His world was already quite full. i had also started correspondence with Master Charles. it was an awkward time indeed as Master P had invited me to stay in His home while i got things sorted out.
Master Charles was an experienced Master in North West Wales; respected by quite a number of people. Although Master Charles was an advanced age Himself, He was also in touch with many other people including Master Eddie, the oldest Dominant i have ever met (but that was to come later.)
So it was that the awkward situation came to a decisive conclusion. i was to serve Master Charles. Master P, however, was gracious and considerate well beyond a fault. While i was still settling in to my duties with Master Charles, it was Master P who put up a cool thousand pounds to enable me to rent a place of my own in the small town next to him ... with my job, i had to stay in that area.
i remained in contact with Master P; socially of course. i also managed to pay Him back eventually; but only the money side of things, as i don't think i could ever repay His kindness. So He was still around even while i learned to serve Master Charles.
i don't think i quite fitted Master P's ideas, and His world was already quite full. i had also started correspondence with Master Charles. it was an awkward time indeed as Master P had invited me to stay in His home while i got things sorted out.
Master Charles was an experienced Master in North West Wales; respected by quite a number of people. Although Master Charles was an advanced age Himself, He was also in touch with many other people including Master Eddie, the oldest Dominant i have ever met (but that was to come later.)
So it was that the awkward situation came to a decisive conclusion. i was to serve Master Charles. Master P, however, was gracious and considerate well beyond a fault. While i was still settling in to my duties with Master Charles, it was Master P who put up a cool thousand pounds to enable me to rent a place of my own in the small town next to him ... with my job, i had to stay in that area.
i remained in contact with Master P; socially of course. i also managed to pay Him back eventually; but only the money side of things, as i don't think i could ever repay His kindness. So He was still around even while i learned to serve Master Charles.
