I believe that the most spiritual and intimate relationship a woman can have with a man is the relationship between a Mistress and her properly trained manservant.

I also believe that love is about knowing. Consequently, I went to great lengths to make sure that that my sub, Butler, knows me in ways that very few men ever know their wives. I was purposefully exacting about his training. For example I beat him several times for not having my bath at the right temperature. I know that sounds over the top but I forced myself to have high standards on purpose. He adored me for it.

He now keeps a thermometer in the bathroom. He understands precisely how I want him to bathe me. He remembers what soap goes where and how long to loofa my heels. Through painful lessons, he now can precisely make my tea. He expertly cares for my hair, my clothes, and my shoes. I sent him to beauty school to learn how to maintain my nails. Butler is now a certified nail technician. Again, we both agreed that nothing would be too much.

He knows me. He has memorized my coffee order, glove, dress, bra, ring, and shoe size. He can even anticipate what pair of shoes goes with what outfit so he can put out my clothes without instruction. He has been trained to buy my makeup and toiletries items so I never run out. He has memorized where everything I own goes so, should I desire, I can simply stop putting things away, knowing he will come behind me and tidy my room.

I have worked hard to teach him these skills. He wanted to learn but he did not know how hard it would be. I wanted his complete attention to detail. I cruelly whipped him one time for folding my socks incorrectly. I’ve given him endless lessons on housekeeping, laundry, and gardening, almost always accompanied with my crop. He has spent years massaging me and pinpointing my pleasure centers. He keeps up with my family birthdays and buys appropriate gifts. He can actually pack for me for a weekend trip. The study of any slave should be his Mistress. Some men think of sports or money when they are not busy but I have changed that in him. I have made myself the default mode in his brain. Even after all this time, he’s still not perfect but we keep reaching.

it took years of training but he has completely surrendered to whatever sexual desire interests me. He knows that I am attracted to other men and women. His only interest should be my pleasure. OK, I admit that it’s still hard for him but we keep working at it. Actually, when I think about it, I hope it’s always hard for him. I want him to feel jealousy and humiliation when I “betray” him. It makes it more interesting and exciting for me. He prepares me for my dates and also prepares the house and cooks when called upon. His reward is the devilish way that I tease him and humiliate him about my wandering ways. He lives for my pleasure.

One of the best things that has happened is that he no longer waits to be told what to do. He anticipates! This is such a joy for both of us. I’m an independent woman who can do everything for myself but when it rains and he magically pulls out the umbrella that he has carefully brought, it brings us both a tingle of joy. He continues to improve but I’ve decided to be hard to please. I love it when he anticipates but it’s also fun for me when he makes a mistake. He tries hard to give me the first feeling.

He has made it plain that he never wants to leave but to make me feel more secure he has carefully supplied me with a devastating blackmail portfolio and complete control over his money. He wants to feel owned. In fact, over the years, I’ve learned that he would prefer that I take something from him than for him to give it. That makes me happy because I’d much rather play the part of the demanding bitch who takes. It’s a lot more fun from me that way.

He patiently allows me to experiment with different ways to discipline him. I make it real so he tries hard to avoid my displeasure. He is not a masochist but he submits to me knowing that pain is a pathway for him to reach a deeper surrender. He sees his surrender as a spiritual journey. He meditates to my image daily. It makes me shiver to know that he actually worships me as an incarnation of the Divine.

Oh, the intimacy we have built over the last 20 years! No woman who has experienced the service of an adequately trained man would ever give it up. The more real the dominant/submissive relationship is then the more intimate and the more loving the relationship will be.

I give him the life of tumultuous feeling and sensation he craves. He returns my efforts with devotion and loving service.

I have studied him as carefully as he has studied me. I know exactly what I need to wear and say and do to drop him into deep subspace. I’m still learning just as he is. There is always something new to experience in our journey.

However, there are dangers to this life! In one of my “experiments” I banished him for a few weeks to live in a cheap apartment a few blocks from my house. I wanted him to see how empty his life was without me. I discovered something too. In only a couple of days my life was a wreck. For example, I spilled something in the kitchen and I realized that I had no idea where he stored the broom. I had a good long laugh at myself. I understand now that I am as tied to him as he is to me. Of course, that was our goal all along.