Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

Yesterday as I was walking home from grocery shopping, I saw an elderly gent walking his fluffy white dog – a mutt that looked like the dubious product of a West Highland Terrier getting it on with a Briard.

However ridiculous the dog looked, it didn’t matter because it was one well-loved pooch, that was obvious. It was an elderly creature, like its master, but it was still frisking like a puppy, and the owner was interacting with it with delight and joy.

As they came up the street, they hit a cross street, and the master ordered the dog to, “Sit!” Instantly, the fluffy bundle of pure energy settled into an obedient bottom-down position (I would have said, “a neat posture,” but this is one of those dogs that looks shaggy and unkempt even as you collect him from the groomers). The owner looked both ways, and then, as no cars were in view on this lazy summer afternoon, he grinned at the animal and encouraged it to barrel across the street. It took off with glee, but when the owner thought it had gone far enough, one word turned all that furry dynamism around and he ran back to heel at his master’s leg. In another moment, with another command, the dog had shot off up the hill, with the owner following and laughing lovingly at the sheer enthusiasm of the critter.

Watching all this, I had a smile plastered across my own face. The dog and his master so obviously adored one another, and were completely focused on each other; it was a pleasure to even observe it.

This made me think of my own Master (“Of course,” you may say at this point, “What doesn’t make you think of your Master?!”) and about what I want our Master/slave relationship to be like.

I want it to be like that dog and his owner. I long to be trained to obey with such immediate response. I already focus on my Master with the same eagerness the dog showed for his master, but it needs to be honed and directed.

I think that with training, my Master and I could have that same kind of joy in each other as exemplified by that lucky beast and his adored human. We have moments, a goodly number of moments, with that kind of joy. But my mood swings can get in the way of it, and I can get caught up with thinking silly things, getting the wrong ideas about things, and until my Master can set me straight, that interferes as well.

I really think that training and discipline is the answer for those problems.

Which makes it very handy that darling kaya sent me a copy of Domestic Discipline by Jules Markham.

I’ve started reading it, and I have a lot of thoughts about it, which are best saved for their own post, but there are definitely some good and helpful ideas in this book, and I’m really grateful to kaya for sending it to me!

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