The classic question too often posed to slaves: What if your Master told you to [insert random crazy ass no one in their right mind would do action] would you do it?
You can fill in that blank with any of a myriad of things each more nutty that the last.
Jump off a bridge: The classic homage to your mother’s line of, “If your friends jumped off a bridge would you?”
Commit suicide: This one has many variations, my favorite was “disembowel yourself,” but any self termination fits here.
Kill someone: Again variations on this with descriptions of the victim the slave is called to kill including the slave’s children, the Master, strangers, or political figures.
Commit some other crime: Rob a bank, steal a car, mug someone, jaywalking, etc. You are really only limited by your imagination here.
Ok so why are folks so fascinated by these imagined quandaries? More often than not, these types of questions are posed by someone who is not in a 24/7 M/s relationship. They are trying to understand what the heck being a slave really means. They feel that slavery is somehow totally unrealistic and the notion of being owned by someone in our modern society seems pretty crazy.
They do not see how or even why a person in a Western culture would sign over the deed to their entire life to another person. For many folks, M/s looks a whole lot like a false pretense of insisting your fantasy is somehow real. Imagine some who insists that they really do have invisible wings that no one else can see, or that they are not just into puppy play but are a fully fledged werewolf who literally can mutate into a wolf anytime they want. Most folks, upon hearing these sorts of claims, would cry “Shenanigans!” and who can blame them?
That last one about the werewolf I have actually encountered. With great seriousness a young man explained to me that this was his reality. That he could at will transform into a wolf. I decided to avoid any sort of detailed discussion of said “werewolf” ability but my first thought was, “Ok, show me.” Being somewhat familiar with how upsetting reality testing can be for someone with a delusion, I decided to just nod and say, “Ah ok cool,” and wander off to visit with different less lupine people.
Is my statement that I am a slave really all that different? Granted it is different in that I am not claiming to shape-shift which would seem to violate all sorts of physical and biological laws, but in some ways it seems equally fanciful. In a country where legalized slavery does not exist, in a society where individual responsibility is an expectation, in a culture where women and minorities have sacrificed their lives to attain freedom, I, a middle class white American woman, claim to be ‘a slave’ to my Master.
What does that mean? I can’t blame a reasonable person for asking the reality testing rational questions I mentioned above. Moreover, I can’t blame anyone for questioning lots of other less extreme things, for example:
What if your Master decided to cheat on you?
What if your Master became an alcoholic?
What if your Master abused you? Is that even possible?
What if your Master violates your consent?
What if you are going through a difficult time and just don’t feel like doing what your Master demands of you?
What if you have a bad moment, hour, or day and talk back to your Master?
What if your Master really pisses you off?
These are not the first questions folks pose, but they are questions that are reasonable to wonder about. What does 24/7 slavery look like in the everyday world of going through life? Here is really where the heart of the “Shenanigans” cry comes from. How can you claim to be something that is so contrary to being a free willed individual?
Being a slave in an M/s dynamic is a voluntary choice. It is my free will decision. There is not a bill of sale or legally binding contract that requires me to be a slave. There is no societal requirement that I be a slave. There is no familial obligation that I am a slave. I simply choose to be enslaved. I can try to express in words why I personally feel that my slavery is now permanent, why I know in my core that I am not ever going to reject my position as slave or change my mind about belonging to my Master, but the words will fall short of ‘proof.’ For me, it is similar to my self-identity as a mother, an American, or a woman. I could no more change those things than I could change that I am my Master’s slave but I came to this identity of my own free will.
Have I convinced anyone that I am a slave any better than my good friend the werewolf convinced me he could shape-shift? Probably not. Did I answer all those nagging questions about what if? Not at all. Am I a slave? Yes.
Still you may find yourself calling “Shenanigans” and to that all I can say is let me show you. If my werewolf friend had been able to transform into a wolf man before my very eyes, I would believe he was indeed a werewolf. The evidence in front of my eyes would be indisputable. I am living as my Master’s slave. Watch me, see me, get to know me, and I think you will see that I am not imagining a fantasy but I am living my identity.