It’s been a week since I brought home my first slave, and let me tell you, Anonymous, it’s been an adventure. I opted for an untrained one - figured it’d be more fun to shape her into exactly what I want, right? Wrong. At least, that’s what I thought after the first few days. She’s… spirited. Disobedient, to say the least. Every command is met with a glare or a delayed response. I mean, I expected some resistance, but this is something else. The first day was hell; she refused to even acknowledge my presence unless absolutely necessary. I tried being patient, explaining that this is how things work now, but she just wouldn’t budge.
Day three was when things got interesting. She decided to ‘test’ me by deliberately making a mess in the kitchen while cleaning up after dinner. Broke a plate on purpose - the sound still echoes in my head. My initial instinct was to punish her severely; who does she think she is? But then something occurred to me - maybe this isn’t just defiance; maybe it’s a cry for attention or a misunderstanding of the boundaries. So, instead of lashing out, we had our first real conversation (if you can call it that). I explained why her actions were unacceptable and demonstrated the proper way to clean without making a mess of everything. The next day? She broke another plate… but this time ‘accidentally.’ Progress, right?
Now we’re at day seven, and while there’s still a long way to go, there are glimmers of hope. She no longer ignores me outright and has even started anticipating some tasks (though begrudgingly). The key seems to be finding that delicate balance between firmness and patience - not too lenient or she’ll walk all over me; not too harsh or she’ll shut down completely. It’s been… enlightening, really. Who knew training a slave could teach me so much about myself? As challenging as this past week has been, there are moments - brief as they may be - where I catch glimpses of what our dynamic could become if we both keep working at it.