A very good Fetlife friend of mine made a comment and a post about me that made me stop, think, agree and ponder a little more on it. When I made the post about Picking Up Miss Evvy, my friend made the comment, and what I call a compliment, that Miss Evvy now sees me not as another woman or even as a female, that she sees and uses me as she would an appliance. His words were: “she now considers you a useful appliance.”
When I first read that, I had to smile. Because my friend was so right. And if i had to think about it too much, i would have to say that is just how I want her to see me. Not as a female she must contend with or have to work around. I want her and anyone else that uses me to see me as nothing more than a useful appliance. I am there to be used as directed. Nothing more. If I am being used as I have been trained and for what I love to be used for, I will be very pleasing, happy and reward you with excellent service. It is what pleases me.
I know some of you are sitting back in your reading chair wondering just how brain damaged can I be for wanting to be used like a common household appliance and nothing more? But let’s be a little more realistic here and consider the situation.
I am saying i want people who I am entrusted to, to use me for what they need to be done or what i have been loaned to them for. I’m not looking for or wanting to be liked, loved or pampered. I am looking for them to enjoy the services I am ordered to perform. To be of service to them and make them happy. When they use me in that way, I am happy and deliver on my promise to be happy and to serve you the best that I am able to.
I am a slave, a useful piece of property to make you happy. Not to love me, romance me or treat me as an equal. That turns me off. You have been told that I am a slave to my Owner and that is the role I am fulfilling. So please use me for what I have been told to be to you. A slave. Or an appliance.
Tell me what you want, when I am making you happy. tell me I am doing good or correct me when i am failing you. But just use me as you have been allowed.
Don’t ask me if I am ok? Is this too much or am I feeling ok? Am I being too Rough? or any other questions that make me feel like you are worried that as a woman, I may not be able to complete the task or that maybe it’s too much for me. if it is, I will ask permission to fix the problem. Please do not patronize me or treat me as your wife, girlfriend or other people. I am none of those. I am a slave sent to perform a task for you and I will do what I am told to do and make sure you enjoy what I am doing for you. Sex, household or other services.
Trust in the fact that I am happy hearing that you told my Owner that you are pleased with my services. When you are done with me, I will be happy and smiling and ready to leave. Nothing more to think about. Nothing more for you to worry about.
Now to be more real and honest, i could not live like that 24/7. I do enjoy the role of a slave being used, I enjoy feeling used, needed and pleased. But i could not handle that cold, distant life for very long. A few hours, maybe a day at most.
If I did not hear the voice of my Owner, His soft touch, and his luscious kiss at least once a day, i would die. or commit random acts of unforgivable bitchiness on something or someone. It would not be pretty and I would probably lose my slave status, if not create long jail time for myself.
What people don’t see and maybe i don’t comment on it enough, are those moments when my Owner does what he does to ground me to reality. The hugs, the kisses, the snuggles and the love He radiates.
Like last night. Miss Evvy is off on her business trips and Master-Sir and I were home alone. He was watching some game on TV, talking on the phone or just vegging out. He allowed me to sit on the couch beside Him and put my head in His lap while He played with my nipples. No words were spoken and I soon fell asleep from the softness of the moment and being allowed to just relax.
After a while, He woke me up, told me to do my chores, gave me a big kiss and went upstairs to bed. I did as He told me to do then followed shortly afterward.
As always now, I stopped at the doorway to the Master bedroom, requested permission to come in and He allowed me to. Master-Sir even allowed me into His bed and we curled up for the night. No sex, no use, no abuse. What we did have was some sweet pillow talk. Some hugging and kissing. Then sleep.
So there is a happy balance to it all. When I am serving Miss Evvy or I am loaned to another, I want them to use me for their purposes. I don’t want to be an equal or even a person. I want to be that appliance. To serve my purpose without them having to worry about feelings, emotions or conflicts. I am there for those few minutes or hours to serve to make them happy so that my Owner, my lover is happy.