“I can’t explain why I’m waking you…it’s just…well…I need you.”
At a point in a slave’s training, they think they understand needing their Master. This initial need is indeed intense, honestly felt, and a deeper need than most ever realize. The problem is though, that a slave, over time, will eventually develop what my Master calls slave needs. A slave’s needs are initially quite different than the original needs talked about beforehand. It is natural for a slave to need her Master, it is another thing entirely, for her to openly need to share her thoughts. There was a night, one night, I swore I understood the depths of need for my Master. At the time, I understood my needs through a newly training slave’s eyes. Now, I understand the depths to which a Master’s love can go, especially with a his one slave for life. There is nothing keeping us from forming the needs of a slave to surface.
As a child, I laid in the grass, and looked up at the night sky, contemplating the meaning of life. The stars just filled me with such a majestic sense of wonder for life. Over time, going through hurtful relationships, through understanding society, that wonder, that majestic nature, vanished. Now though, with my Master, I realize I look into his eyes, and am filled with that same majestic sense of wonder. A slave’s needs are hard to explain, to capture for a person who will never feel them, and that’s the closest I can relate. The emotional need, is like standing at the edge of an abyss, knowing it’s time to let go. Once a slave realizes they have slave needs, there is never a reason to put up barriers again. In fact, a slave will knock down every barrier, in front of her Master, for his pleasure.
When I look into my Master’s eyes, I see the depths of life. There is such beauty when I am able to just take in his presence. I’m filled with peace, my mind is calmed, my body lusts all the more, but I am complete. I know when I long with the needs of a slave, that it is a pure want, one that goes deeper than selfish desire. In that moment, I have in fact, lost all control of myself, my own wants, willingly so, and presented everything to my Master. Wants, rush out of my mouth before they’re even processed, desires stated clearly without shame, all because I love purely. With a slave’s needs, there is no fear, guilt, shame, nervousness, or even processing. There is only the realization of what I am, who I am, and that I have a longing to be sated, and there is one who controls that outright bringing bliss.
Out of these needs comes a deep loving intimacy, one only a Master and slave can know. We become one, the needs of ourselves matching the needs of the other. To perfectly meld together to another human being, is an intense moment of realization. It sparks an outright lust, that turns to passion, a passion that must be expressed. This is often how a slave feels the first pains of slave needs. Thoughts express the passion unknowingly letting it build, until finally, there is a desperation. Do not get the wrong view, this is entirely a blissful process, for everyone involved. A slave’s needs communicate to the Master a slave’s depth of love. A Master who reciprocates, and sates these slave’s needs, understands love and the relationship being formed. The bond is made absolute in that moment, more so than any physical brand or collar ever could.
Slave needs cannot be faked, or even forced to show at the surface. They are either honestly felt, or built up over time in a slave. A Master may wish for them to be there, or he may not, depending on the slave’s purpose. I am lucky enough that for me, slave needs are very much so desired. I’m honestly proud to have them expressed slightly earlier than expected. This is a small pride that comes after the initial slave needs, and is a reflection of value. My Master cherishes the fact I have slave needs, even if that means I wake him for no other reason, than to talk about how I feel at that moment. Truth be told, the height of a slave’s needs, is waking a master, simply to hear him say hello, or give a kiss. There’s no other purpose than to know I’m desired, loved, and valued.