Summer is coming. What will you be doing with the time? Working? Haha. If you get bored trudging through that monotony, just imagine what I might be doing in the same moment--that should instantly cheer you up. I won't have school or internships to worry about this summer, so I'll be enjoying absolute freedom. Can you imagine? I foresee much partying and fucking. Where do you think I've been for the past few weeks?
What a contrast! The typical slave wakes up early in the morning five days a week, putting in at least 40 hours (and I've heard 50, 60, and 80 plenty of times, depending on the profession). That drudging cycle is constantly resetting and repeating, week after week. The typical slave lives to work, devoting most of his energy to that task.
Indeed, the typical person lives to work. I once dated a Big Four accountant who took home about $50,000 a year in exchange for 55 hour work weeks. I won't ever forget the conversation we had about how I earned my money. We were in the car driving on the interstate when she grew curious enough to ask how much I was making. I said I'd made $5,000 in cash that month, and her face contorted in shock. "You take home more than I do!" she said with surprise and an obvious tinge of jealousy, having never seen me take any time to "work" in the several months we dated.
Life isn't fair. Some people make $1,000 an hour and others have to work for weeks to make the same amount. I think most of you already understand that, but occasionally I see slaves break down over that reality. "It's not fair that I'm submissive!" "It's not fair that you get to be so attractive, intelligent, etc.!" It's not fair, and complaining won't change anything. The average person is not powerful. Oh yes, he might fantasize, he might imagine, he might wish that he could occupy my place and equal me--but all of those fanciful dreams will amount to nothing. I don't dream. I am.
Whatever your reality is, I get to live mine every day. People recognize power. They're drawn to it. They crave the order, stability, and certainty that a will like mine can afford. I don't need to hesitate when I want something; I don't try to parse my words in doling out truth. People are constantly working to satisfy my will.
Are you ready to make your contribution? As always, watch out for bullshit. The swamp that is the scene is teeming with insignificant life disposed to fanciful imaginings. A microbe's hopes and dreams will amount to nothing; a microbe is only significant in aggregate, over time. In the present? Irrelevant.
Easy money is a powerful lure to those who lack any other capacity to earn it. Don't make the foolish error of believing that I fall into that group. I'm more educated than most of the masters you'll find, and I'm certain my writings demonstrate that. These aren't the wispy meanderings of a silly idiot, are they? That's why you can't stop reading these posts, right?
Some of my competitors boast about how incredibly successful they are in their other ventures. Apparently so successful they still need your cash and have nothing better to do than sit around taking it. Let's call that bullshit.
Some guys grew up as spoiled rich kids, always getting everything they wanted. Why are they in the scene now? I wish I knew--it's a pretty sizeable group. Are they trying to prove that they've "made it" to their parents? Did they finally get cut off after sucking on those parental teets for so long?
And finally, some seem to have a sick obsession with the money. Every single dollar is carefully recorded and scrutinized. No dollar is too insignificant to take. When I read other doms' status updates or blog posts, sometimes I feel the master is more a slave to the money than a real man collecting what he deserves.
Don't doubt who I am. I want to have a lot of fun this summer, and you know what that means. Approach and empty your wallet out. That's a good slave.