In service once more:

One thing the pandemic has shown me is that we can't always control events and consequently our lives can be disrupted in ways we never intended.

The long periods of solitary isolation brought this home to me rather forcibly and if I am truthful, I didn't cope well with it. I was born to serve as a slave and the past two years have made me realise that my life without a Master to serve is a barren existence. I need to bow down and subjugate myself to a Master's authority, to serve all his material needs, to accept without question his judgements and if necessary to submit to his rightful punishments.

The long period of isolation has given me the chance to reflect on my life and I have now made the choice to once more serve as a slave. The man who is my Master is not unknown to me; in fact we have known one another for several years and during that time we had a very rewarding and enjoyable sexual relationship. Strange that neither of us had ever thought to advance it beyond that stage and I suppose it was the long periods of solitary confinement that turned our thoughts to becoming Master and slave. 

This wasn't a hasty decision; in fact it was many months in the gestation as we worked through such things as compatibility, our hopes and expectations, setting limits and putting rules in place that would define our future relationship. Finally, after much discussion and deliberation, we realised we needed each other.

I have always likened consensual slavery to the two side of the same coin. The obverse side (heads) reflects the Master while the converse (tails) the slave. Both sides have different meanings; yet each is complementary to the other. That is how I have always viewed my commitment to serving as a slave.

I am happy to announce that I have recently submitted to a strong, powerful Master as his naked slave. Suddenly, I feel 'whole' once more and my life now has meaning and purpose.

This is as it should be - at least for me!

Chris