Early in my first slavery, I was taken to a lifestyle party by my owner, Master Michael.
It was, as I recall, a patio party in the summer and relatively tame — that is, submissives were in collars and sometimes on leashes, but we weren’t in leather and the party wasn’t BDSM-forward. And, people kept their clothes on.
At the time I was in my first months of slavery to Master Michael, and at this event, I basically followed him around, talking with people when spoken to, being rather overwhelmed, and doing what I do best, being submissive.
People chattered about their D/s lives and practices — bondage and discipline, trends and practices in the lifestyle, who was with who, and so on.
A man engaged us in conversation. It seemed he and Master were friends of some sort, though I didn’t get the impression they were close. And when I say he engaged “us” in conversation, I mean he talked with Master about dom things in front of me, the third party — a common practice among doms here. I remained silent as I was supposed to.
Eventually this man got to talking about a particular practice he was interested in. What this was isn’t important and isn’t the point of what happened, as you’ll see. But I’ll tell you that he was fascinated by the practice of branding — applying a hot-iron brand to a slave’s flesh, just as is done with cattle.
In fact, this wasn’t offensive to me per se, although it was unsettling to think about. It was something Master and I had never discussed.
The man did not currently own a submissive, but he said he would like to do this sometime “when he got one.” And he went on, a bit too forwardly, to include me, saying to my master, “I wonder how your slave here would submit to that.”
It was a baiting comment. Some doms might step into their ego and pride and say something about how their slave was fully trained and completely submissive and could handle that.
But I’ll never forget what Master Michael said. He looked at the man, pausing a moment, and finally saying, “I would never do that to my slave Shae.”
Again, the point here is not the specific practice of branding. It could have been something else more benign, even something I wished might be done to me. What mattered was what Master Michael said.
Master told someone else he had a self-imposed limit in his dominance of me. He “would not go there,” because “he wouldn’t do that to his slave Shae.”
I had already committed my life in slavery to Master Michael, but in that moment I cast another vote for him to be my owner.
If you, dear one, ever find a dominant who says, “I would never do that to her,” immediately hand him your leash.
He’s the one you want.