Why be a boy?

After a friend read the previous blog, he asked me "Why are you a slave boy?" He stated that he had seen me bottom before but had also seen me dominate many men. Ok, I lied and tried to clean it up a bit. What he said is "Why the fuck do you have a collar around you neck?" I have been thinking about this all day and here are my thoughts.

I have a deep internalized need to serve another man. I have found that my submissiveness or my domination kicks in within the first five minutes of meeting someone. There are only five men that I have found that I am naturally submissive to: Master, Copper of L.A., DFWRuffplay of Dallas, John of NYC, and Master David of D.C. With everyone else, I am socially submissive. If a person calls themselves a Master or Sir or Dominant, I will socially react to them and call them Sir. If a person in any way, shows themself to be less than worthy of the title, I will simply drop the title. This is a very rare occurance that has happened maybe four times in my life.

For those few men that I am naturally submissive to, I honor them with my submission. I obviously trust them without reservation. I would even go so far as to say that I consider each one a friend. I have found that there are certain archetypes of men that push my buttons mentally and put me naturally into that mode.

I guess my friend's question is rooted in a misconception of what a boy, or slave boy in my case, is. A boy is not a boy because he is new to the scene or is some how inferior to a Master. A boy is not "paying" for some imagined wrong or sin. In my opinion, a boy is a boy because it is a part of his heart and soul. His submission is an offer of respect to those he finds worthy. It is a gift given, not because it is demanded, but because it is appropriate.

So in the end, yes, I wear Master's collar and I am proud to do so. I celebrate every collar I see and every set of hands clasped behind the back. I honor ever belt welt and whip lash I hear and see. I do this because I know that these men are on the same road I am, submitting themselves to another man. Stand tall brothers and be proud of what you do. ( I cannot help but quote the Bard badly) So stand at attention "We few, we happy few, we band of brothers."