I arrived home last night after three days with Master McKenna, falling onto the couch with wine and Amanda, who talked with me until midnight.
This time with him was the first I felt he actually took up space inside me. That’s not just a sexual reference, although now that he is sexual with me, it surely is part of his infiltration. For all the months now that he’s had me, it’s been individual days here and there — at the beginning, a day every two weeks — and the retreat, while it was an immersion into his world, was a kaleidoscope of varied people and purposes and distractions.
This week was a length of contiguous time when I lived in his space, in the rhythm of his dominance, and in the light of his vision for me.
And it was a time when he entered me.
Amanda agrees that his training of me is something I need to maintain and continue, even when I’m not with him. Nothing he has done to condition me is problematic for her. Amanda is simply not meticulous about my presentation in the same way. She simply doesn’t have such preferences. She is fine for me to continue practicing these skills and to integrate them in my life with her.
I think she sees Master McKenna as the teacher-tutor she doesn’t have the patience to be herself. She sends me to the “McKenna School of Slave Etiquette,” and I return to her all trained and proper, now gliding as I walk. I now more readily appear to be “different” in a subtle way, more noticeable to others as a “slave trained.”
Amanda likes it.
In my time with Master M, there were two somewhat notable moments which I will write about in due time. One had to do with his mansion staff — the hired hands who maintain his estate. The other had to do with, let’s just say, a little excursion into the world of corporal punishment. Again, more later.
Otherwise it was ongoing training in a wide variety of things, as I’ve written about, and talk time, and “:professional” time — his managing of his businesses using me as assistant, albeit “slave-assistant,” by his side.
These things became a rhythm with him which was comfortable for me and gave me a sense that a longer-term slave life with Master M would feel good and natural to me.
Amanda said something last night that lodged in my mind. She said I am a sex slave to her and a presentation slave to Master McKenna.
Her dominant pleasure is in my sexual body, my exposure to others, and my being shared sexually.
His interest in me is in training me to be presented to others, most in his professional circles, as one he has enslaved into obedience and trained down to the most basic behaviors.