the weekend with Master McKenna: 4

Sunday morning, and I’m a bit relieved I’ve made it through the first part of this long weekend. There’s a breakfast being catered in and a final overview session (so there’s still time for me to screw up), but then the non-profit group will be leaving late morning, and I’ll have made it through.

I’ll have a few times late morning and early afternoon to myself. I may be able to post something or other at those times.

I’ve received a number of encouraging blog comments in the past two days, and I am grateful, although I’m not sure if I’ll have time to respond to them until next week. We’ll see what time I have later today.

Still, thanks to all of you who are commenting and “cheering me on.”


Yesterday (Saturday) went well — although it was unexciting and there’s not much to report on. For me it was reasonably successful, it seems — I didn’t topple any serving trays. (OK, so that’s a low bar for success, but I’ll take it.) Documents got copied and distributed, folders were handed out. The refreshments table got stocked with snacks and bottled waters.

Some of the men continue to enjoy my short skirts — or rather, me in them — and actually, one of the women too. I know this because Master McKenna had observed it. He came to me Saturday morning on the side to tell me to spend a little time with each of them during the day — he named their names — “to give them a good long visual.”

“Yes, sir,” I’d said softly but without hesitation, and this became an example of master and slave working together toward the slave’s own objectification.

He had ditched the business suit for me and had me in a deep burgundy skater skirt, hemmed to mid-thigh, and a tight pullover top in dark gray. The subdued colors eked out an air of appropriate seriousness, I suppose, much better than putting me in pastels and knee socks, but still revealing and intentionally a couple of degrees “off” for a truly professional propriety.

During the day, I indeed managed to sit with each of the people Master had named, engaging them in a conversation that was meant to cover my real purpose — giving each close-up time in which to savor me visually.

I go on about this somewhat because it’s different from what I’m used to with Amanda. She most commonly keeps me partly undressed around the house and outside. She has less need to clothe me suggestively. Master McKenna has been dressing me this weekend in this “in-between,” to be “respectfully suggestive” around a group of vanilla folks, his aim to make me fit in while standing out, so to speak. Again, I believe he had Amanda’s help in making my wardrobe selections for the weekend


One thing I haven’t had time to post as yet is a part of my early training under Master McKenna that focused on the basics of standing, sitting, walking, and talking within various protocols. He likes a kind of precision in these things.

I had written this up months ago, but never posted it. I thought it was boring to read. But now, in the active experience of this weekend, it makes more practical sense. I’ll see if I can find it for posting.

The long and the short of it is that this weekend I have focused a lot on these basics and the precision Master desires from me. I think I have done okay in these fundamental behaviors.

More later, perhaps, time permitting.

10 thoughts on “the weekend with Master McKenna: 4

  1. I imagine he is quite pleased with the obedience you are demonstrating to him. I am wondering if he will debrief you at the end of this weekend…talk to you about what you did well and where he would like to see improvement. I am very much enjoying this series of posts! Thank you for sharing your experiences with us 🙂

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  2. As always, shae, you are the consummate slave, always striving to be a better one. As I have noticed of you with your mistress, any faux pas you commit invariably occurs while attempting to serve your dominant to the best of your ability, and to improve that ability in the process. It’s rather difficult to be put off by such of a slave. That is not to say that you shouldn’t be punished for a faux pas, or punished just as a matter of course. Likely, punishment of the right flavor would be received by you as more of a reward, or the fulfillment of an inner need.
    You serve well. Stay your course, slavegirl.

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  3. First time commenter, long time reader. Firstly, thanks for your blog; I love it and I think it shows our often misunderstood world in a great light!

    I’m actually looking for your opinion on something. I used to live in London, with a small harem of 3 live in subs who served me. However, I’ve had to move for work and have no idea how to go about meeting new girls who are interested in this world. I think the chance of moving in next door to a sub happening twice is unlikely! Any ideas? I miss the dynamic terribly.

    Thanks again for your words!

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    1. Fred, I apologize for not responding sooner. In my busy-ness, I missed this when you wrote it… I have no magic answers to your excellent question. I my case it’s been about my doms being connected to D/s groups, usually in small to large cities, as Mister Archie says below. Sometimes these are informal and private groups (Amanda and Master McKenna, for example), so that makes it harder, but it’s then still about getting connected to others who know others and so on… following those connections. I’m sure you know this.

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