As I have mentioned recently, I do accept that My slaves love Me. In so doing, I know I am showing exceptional leniency and openness of mind. It is indeed very generous of Me since by condescending to tolerate a slave’s adoration for Me, no matter how far beneath Me, how insignificant he might be as a male, I acknowledge he is still worthy of loving Me sincerely, selflessly, and humbly.
I do see it as only natural that a male should be consumed with love for Me, his Keeper. I even accept his being haunted permanently by My beauty. Providing his carnal desires remain strictly chastised and reigned in, I see them as conducive to the perfect servility I demand of him. I am after all a Goddess to My lowly creature, the incarnation of the Feminine ideal, the inaccessible idol he’s sacrificing all, freedom, comfort, even security to serve for life. I see no reason to reject his passionate love any more than I’d reject the loyal affection of My dog. And just as with a dog, depending on My whim, at times I will reward him with My attention, even My affection. A good slave will receive such exceptional gestures of appreciation from his Mistress as priceless gifts from his inaccessible Goddess. He will cherish them and they will serve to reinforce his eternal devotion and gratitude for Me. But there are also those males who, never fully resigned to their abject servitude, probably suffering from delusions of equality with their Keeper, will want to exploit Her empathy, seeing a chance to inch their way into some sentimental, reciprocal attachment with Her. Soon, misunderstanding any benevolent signs of kindness from Her, they will begin to feel entitled to love and respect, even romance, in return for their own needy passion.
This can never be tolerated. This is tantamount to leaping on the couch for a dog in some pitiful attempt at feeling comfortable on an equal footing with his Mistress. A slave is a slave, period. And while a slave is still human, he must know and embrace he can never entertain any hope of getting above his servile condition. In My house, slaves are animals, they belong to the ground at My feet, groveling. While I welcome– on My terms, sincere displays of their absolute adoration and love for Me, and I will often graciously reward such with an affectionate pat. I will mercilessly crush any symptoms of sentimental greed, entitlement, jealousy. They are not the genuine expressions of the selfless, servile love I expect of My slaves but on the contrary they reveal an unhealthy resurgence of rebellious male ego. I know the signs. I will recognize them immediately and I will act swiftly, crushing the culprit with merciless severity.
Happy Mother’s Day to Her, the Woman who is The Mother. There is only One and there always will be only ONE: Mother. She’s always had the same name since the beginning of times. She is unique to all of us for the billions and billions of human beings who ever have been and will be, whoever we are, wherever we are. She has the same soothing voice, the same smell, the same tenderness. So to all the Mothers, smile at the homage, the love and gratitude of that humanity You have been bringing to life, protecting, nurturing and carrying in Your arms since the dawn of our species. If all people gave any attention to the love and need and instinctive reverence they have for their Mother, the world would be a much happier, joyful and peaceful place. Because we all still harbour, however deep inside ourselves, that inimitable joyful laughter She could always get out of us with Her smile.
Happy Mother’s Day to all Mothers, foster Mothers, Mothers-to-be and military Mothers!