“I want a man that isn’t threatened by my mind, but enticed by it. A man that must know its every thought.”
There are many moments that a slave seems to have no voice. All the public sees is a woman, often replying in a predetermined way. A Master’s word is never questioned, never disobeyed, and certainly, never has to be repeated. For many outsiders, a slave appears to have no voice at all. This isn’t the case in the reality of the relationship, or its dynamic, as there’s much to it. As a slave, there are certainly things one doesn’t or does particularly say. I’d like to point out that as a slave, I’d more willing describe this as things I particularly say. My Master doesn’t discourage my statements or opinion, but rather encourages complete sharing of thoughts. That’s important to remember, above all else, Masters encourage the sharing of opinions and thoughts.
Speaking freely, is the most important command a Master could probably give. It speaks to more than just the ability of a slave to voice words. There is the security in it, that one will not be punished, as long as the words are honest. My Master would rather know my thoughts, than punish me for a “wrong” one. With this command, there is no wrong thought or question that could ever exist. This creates a deep bond, as every thought is shared, considered, and then examined. No one should ever know a slave’s mind like their Master does. In my case, the bond my Master has with me on this level, is extremely strong. My thoughts just naturally are shared with him. At times, he even examines them in front of me, for my own sense of value to be increased. I better know myself, because my Master simply tells me to speak freely. That is always a command, never just an option or choice to be made.
In the security of speaking freely, there is also a deeper meaning. I must be confident in myself, and my words, as this will come across immediately. One cannot fake confidence in their tone of voice, especially in front of their Master. Any Master at all, will immediately be able to discern things like doubt, shame, or guilt. My words, when spoken freely, must speak true, or else they are useless. To violate this command by being dishonest, is a severe grievance against my Master. Withholding words, at the same time, is also breaking this command, and will be found out immediately. This isn’t to say opinions can’t be dragged out of me, but they must still be spoken. There’s a lot that goes into a command with only two or three words. Building up the mentality of truly speaking freely, takes an event that shows absolute trust. Once that happens, a slave can never break this command, their fate is sealed to it.
There is also, a slight comfort in hearing those words repeatedly. Those words allow me, as a slave, to relax slightly in others company. Being able to share my opinion freely with others, allows me to explore my traits as a slave. If talking to another Master, I know I can ask questions, share advice, or give comment. In a situation lacking this command, I often wait, sitting there trying to keep my mouth shut. Even if it is okay to truly share my opinion, I often wait for the command itself to be spoken. It is a mental switch, a capable way to notice my training, especially in the company of others. At times, I even ask questions to hear the command spoken. A part of me, as slave, needs to hear the command, it’s an outright need. This may be hard for others to understand, but it is honest. I need at times, to speak my mind, knowing I am cleared from what I say having a negative impact on myself.
Speaking freely, is an important command, one that is never taken lightly. A slave will hear the command multiple times a day, while being limited very few. In fact, I have yet to hear my Master give a direct command to silence me. For people outside the community, I can’t stress that enough. I’m reinforced with good behavior, sharing opinions, not limited and silenced. There is truly a free, relaxation that happens when a Master says just those two or three words. I treasure hearing them every time, almost as much as my Master treasures saying them. In that moment, there is a connection, an understanding, that transcends those words. My Master will never let me forget why he says them, and I will never the openness in which I obey them.