MCMLXXXVII

-or- thoughts on consensual slavery over the intarwebs

I'm not terribly sure where or how to start this, as my thoughts on the matter have no clear beginning or end.  in the BDSM context slavery is the consensual arrangement between two individuals for one of said individuals to cease being an individual and instead act as property of the second.  Though if you're reading the blog you probably already knew that.

I'm currently part of an online variation of said slavery where the basic idea remains true, but due to the distances and disparate circumstances involved it tends to be a lot more loose, for lack of a better term.  There are guidelines I follow as outlined in the contract Madame and I worked out, but they only minorly interact with everyday life.

I shouldn't really say that, as there are a good number of fairly balance-upsetting rules laid forth;  for one I'm only allowed to wear women's underwear and have this whole chastity cage thing going on.  Plus there's the exercise schedule and [slightly] restricted diet I have to adhere to. But these don't really have a major effect on my day-to day living.  Which is also, not really true.

It's less that they don't have a major effect on my day-to-day life, it's just that it's not an inconvenience for the most part.  Trying to stay nude as often as possible at home is no easy task, and exercising on a daily basis is a serious upset to my sedentary lifestyle.  But it just doesn't feel terribly life-changing.

But it's been not even a week since the contracts were signed, so at this point I should take a wait and see approach and come back to the subject in six months or a year.  Maybe it's that these are life changing things and I just haven't had the chance to notice it yet.