Blog Entry
The Competition is you
May 06 2026He looks up at Me from on his knees with earnest eyes inwardly pleading as I circle him. My prey, My property, My toy. Interchanging gentle caresses, seductive whispers and sharp digs with My freshly sharpened nails. Running My flogger against his broad shoulders and watching the rise of tiny little bumps suddenly break across his arms. Was I going to strike? Or just tease? The game being Mine to control as he not only accepts but embraces his fate. My slave to use as I please.
“I want to be the best slave, Madame.” He tells Me. A wicked smile creeps across My face as I ignore him. Oh yes, I heard him, but I am in tunnel vision now. I command him to crawl for Me, leading him to the cross where I alternate between lips and whips, straps and kisses. Keeping him on his toes at every turn as he endures My sweet torture like the good toy he is.
The scene continues on the bed where he is chained and I have My way with him.
Afterwards, naked and marked in a puddle of raw flesh and nerves, the aftercare begins. As I gently wipe his wounds with warm towels and embrace this large man against My chest he repeats himself, “I want to be the best slave you own.”
My mouth breaks into a gentler smile this time, as I understand what he is asking. He’s not the only one who has expressed this sentiment. And every time I hear it my heart softens at the desire I feel beneath. But this sentiment is flawed. And I know it. So I need to correct his thinking.
“Remember when we started this journey together?”
“Yes Madame.”
“You could barely handle My soft flogger.”
“Yes, Madame.”
“And now you take so much for Me without flinching.”
“Yes, Madame.”
“You’ve come far but you have further to go still.”
“I know. And I want to get there. I want to be your best slave.”
“But dear, it’s not about the flogger. And it’s not about being My best slave. Because I don’t have a ‘Best Slave.’ You are uniquely your own and I have no interest in comparing you to others because I can’t. There is no competition outside of yourself. As long as you are growing from the last time we met, than you are making Me happy.”
“Thank You, Madame. I understand.”
He nestles himself against Me and I squeeze him a little tighter as we chat about our plans for the rest of the week. I give him his homework; Listen to the Hypno track I gave him every night and no cumming until our next session. He settles into his happy place with these restrictions, knowing that he is still new on this path, but getting better with every meet.
One of the qualities I expect if anyone is to become one of My slaves is the desire to grow with Me and for Me. It is not a passive role by any means. These types of submissives tend to be exceptional in their every day lives. Holding positions of power and status. So when they come to Me, it’s not uncommon for them to show their highly competitive side relatively fast. And I *love* this about them.
Perhaps as you read this, you can relate. Maybe you are the type of personality who is always striving to become better. The beauty of this path is that I will demand growth of anyone who desires to be a slave. A slave is a very special and particular position in My kink armoire.
However, as much as I appreciate the ambition of wanting to be the “best slave”, there is no such thing for Me. You see, the only competition you have on this path is yourself. Are you better than the last time we met? Are you giving more, enduring more, sacrificing more for Me?
Every slave is different. Some love to endure brutal amounts of pain and torture. Others love to serve. While others still, amuse Me with their affinity for humiliating and degrading acts as a symbol of their devotion. I do not care how one measures up to the other. That’s not how it works.
I am looking at what I see as your own unique expression of submission and calling that forward in it’s best form. I expect excellence. That is revealed to Me through how you struggle to do better than the last time and learn what you are capable of. For My impatient ones, I often like to slow way down. For My timid ones, I establish trust in Me and then push to expand them outside of their comfort. Every one of you is so divinely different and so your ambitions should reflect that.
How bored I would be if I measured one slave against another! That would mean they all share similar expressions of devotion, intensity and a journey that is replicable. That does not excite Me in the least. I crave variety. Variety in personality, in suffering, in torture, in bliss and rapture.
I want to watch you compete against yourself. I want to witness your break down right before I build you into something better. As My slave, I want to mold you into the highest version of yourself. So the next time you find you are comparing yourself to others on this path, just remember that somewhere, there is a Madame that would be utterly fatigued by such a mediocre concept, and strive instead to become better than yourself.
