SnakewhipSlenderman

Some may remember my original post, nearly two years ago. If you don’t, now’s your chance to check it out.

This post is not going to be nearly as long; just an epilogue, really. In the time since that original post, the couple that requested I be their donor has had a beautiful little girl back in march of 2017. She was born 6 weeks premature, but there were no complications during birth and despite being that early she did not have to spend any time in NICU. Instead the newborn went home on a timetable fitting for normal infants.

Being extremely hearty and a healthy size for being that early, maybe it was better off that she didn’t go to full term and perhaps split the poor woman in half. For reference, I am 6′4″ and my shoulders got wedged in the canal when my mother was birthing me. In any case their little treasure is almost 9 months old now, cutting teeth, found her voice, and right on the edge of learning to walk.

It’s gratifying to see the result of my contribution for them. It feels a touch odd at times, having sired but not being a parent; especially when occasional they make comments about how she has some feature or characteristic of mine. I am proud to have helped create such a healthy new life on my breeder’s behalf.

I am also humbled to be getting called upon again for stud services. The request came in advance - a few months out - which allows me time to tune up a few things in my personal program in order to produce the best results possible. This places the start of their need for me right around my birthday, a detail that I find terribly amusing.

Most men (or perhaps I should say your average man, according to US demographics) when they turn 40, are married parents no longer producing offspring (especially outside of a marriage) doing their best at the white picket fence routine. On my 40th birthday I will have been in a poly relationship for over ten years, not officially/legally married, possessing a woman as my willing slave, and be in the process of being called to stud to produce offspring because my breeder accepted a request to make use of me.

Ran across an article on FB tonight that made me so mad I wanted to punch someone, or rather LOTS of someones. It dealt with a woman describing her time in a VR game and another player enacting what would be sexual assault in the real world: getting in her face and making motions as if to caress the chest of the woman's avatar.

What makes me livid is the reaction from the members of the community where I saw this article posted. Jeering, sneering, rolling eyes, and language all dismissing the behavior of the person described making non-consensual actions against another person.

'It's not real', 'it never happened' (because VR), 'feminist victim mentality', 'she could just leave/logoff', 'women do it to men just as much, we just don't whine about it' - the list goes on and it's disgusting. What part of consent do people not fucking understand?

This behavior in VR is no different than someone making unwanted sexual phone calls, exposing themselves, and a whole host of other offenses that are legally considered sexual assault. As I said, it makes me want to quite literally punch someone in the VR (as in Very Real) world for thinking it's either acceptable on the part of the assaulter, or pointless crying wolf on the point of the person being assaulted.

Me: Oh, yeah?

Daddy: Yeah. She sucked his dick and told him it was okay to come on her tits.

Me: And?

Daddy: Oh, no, that's it. That's the wild part. He got head and she told him to come on her tits.

Me: That's kinky?

Daddy: Apparently. The other guys seemed impressed, anyway. He got a couple high fives.

Me: ...

Daddy: ...

Me: We don't live a normal life, do we?

I was asked recently about the role of my slave’s collar in our lives. How it came to be and what it meant. There was no way to condense it into a short one sentence or even paragraph reply, so this is what I responded with. I figured it was worth sharing here, as well. I have done editing/proof-reading to clean up real names and the conversational approach that would have been jarring and out of context here.

Rae has worn a few collars in my name over the years. When we first started dating and dipping our toes into BDSM it was a typical leather buckling collar we'd pull out for an evening of play. These were times that we either went to kink parties to enjoy ourselves, or stayed home and had play sessions in private. The collar, for us, and signified that all decision making and action based authority rested with me; from wondering what to wear or eat for milder evenings, to bathroom privileges or even being allowed to respond to someone speaking to her on more strict ones.

On these occasional/temporary play events with the leather collar, these restrictions or structures of the evening were something we discussed and agreed to before the collar went on. She always had the option to decline or offer feedback, and many times she requested certain restrictions based on how she was feeling that evening. When we reached an agreement and neither side had more input, she'd kneel and offer her neck by pulling her hair out of the way so that I could put it on.

Once the collar was on we had a few behavioral rules that had to be followed until it was removed.

1 - she always had to address me as ‘Sir’ in any communication with me, even in public, no matter who or what the situation was.

2 - the collar was a privilege, so if she lost her temper or behaved badly the night would be over and the collar would come off. Some people enjoy bratty submissives, I do not and she's always been a people pleaser. There have been maybe two times in the past 9 years that she's ever been stripped of the collar as punishment.

3 - the concept of 'no' does not exist while wearing the collar. If she was uncomfortable with something and wanted to say no, she could request a private moment (something I had promised to allow/honor) and let me know why she was feeling that way. At that point I could agree with her and she would not have to go through with the command, or override her and gently compel her to obey or face punishment.

There were very few events over the years where she used that safeword ability, and the times that she did I would say 80% were overruled, and 20% I accepted her request. Once overruled she obeyed without further objection - though not without reluctance at times.

After a couple years, the collar changed a bit for us. Initially it was exploration in kink and for fun, but it came to be a deeper connection for us as. On her side it was a huge amount of trust in me, and her objections to things became farther apart and almost never occurring anymore as she grew familiar with my thoughts, habits, and had faith in my judgement. On my side managing her collar was an act of intense care-giving and love, which just happened to include fun things like whips/chains/etc. Rather than just an evening it would be worn for a weekend, and taking it off at the end would make us both a bit sad and we'd share a small laugh or thrill when 'Sir' slipped out without thought in our daily lives, looking forward to the next time the collar could be worn.

Rae had always been married during our relationship and part of the on/off function of the collar was that when she was wearing the collar she was 'mine' in that my time with her had absolute priority unless there was an emergency that her husband needed her for. When it was off, I was back to being the boyfriend. I had, and still do, utmost respect for their marriage and always wanted to be sure that my time with her did not damage their relationship.

Eventually these reluctant removals of the collar led to discussion about leaving it on all the time. We sat down together with Sabin and talked it out; what it meant, what power it gave me, how that related to their marriage, etc. Sabin and I were decent friends by that point, and the three of us were living together in a poly household for a bit already. The concept of having a collar on Rae 24/7 didn't change much because part of my care of and dominance over her is making sure her marriage is doing well. Wearing the collar she had all the time though wouldn't work out because she has allergic skin reactions to cheaper nickel based metals - on and off for a day or so isn't a problem, but lifetime wear is bad.

So things stayed the same for a little while with that leather collar while I looked around for a nice permanent replacement, and eventually I found a stainless steel locking collar. I purchased it without telling her and the next time we had a chance to play I put it on her instead of the leather one - it was very emotional for us both. It came off again that weekend so that we could talk one last time with her husband. The next time it went on she and I made a ceremony out of it; Rae offered her submission to me as a permanent slave rather than temporary submissive, and I accepted the gift to become her Master instead of Dominant.

Things have melded nicely for the three of us into a stable and balanced setting where Rae is Sabin's wife and my slave all at once, with no conflict of parties or interests. He gives way to my ownership of her and I give way to their marriage, and she takes care of us both. In a way, the collar for Rae and I is as much a wedding ring as the one she and her husband have together.