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Thanks, Bob. What a
nice message to read on this beautiful Sunday in
San Francisco. I'm trying to take a break from the
forum as I am gearing up for the three summer
months when I make half my annual income and I
won't have time to post or read probably.
Joy said the best way to stop forum addcition is
to stop posting. That way you don't get caught up
in discussions. Also keep my email address handy in
case you ever feel like talking to me.
But I'll share this with you. Today I just
received this email from a premie who has heard
about the new Propagation Training Seminars. I
asked him what he thought about that.
He said: ''Pat, training is for dogs....i won't
be part of anything that even suggests to me how to
speak from the heart....so we are in agreement
there....''
I replied: ''Well, I go one step further and say
that only dogs need Masters. I came to Knowledge
because of satsang and I prefer being inspired by
my friends' speaking spontaneously and sincerely
from their hearts. I'll get high with a little help
from my friends rather than from a greedy
guru.''
Searching for a master using a search engine.
Results 99.9% sado-masochistic pornography and 0.1%
spiritual stuff. For example I thought this was
hilarious.
The master said: ''Right now, I want to test you
out to
see how you perform as a slave. He opened the bag
and pulled something out.
''I've always wanted a dog. Let's see if you can
be a good dog for me.''
The object was a dog collar, a big one, like for
Dobermans or something. He put it on me. I didn't
resist, but I melted a bit when his hands touched
my neck. When he finished, he crouched down to look
me in the face.
''Here we go. I want to see if you can be a good
dog. Please me and we can do some more. Fail, and
I'm gone.''
That was all the threat I needed, I wanted the
master in my life forever, and I wanted to always
be at his feet. He straightened up. And I got on
all fours, looking up at him.
''Good Fido. Let's see if you know any tricks.
Sit.''
I put my ass on the floor, keeping my arms
straight, so I looked like a dog sitting.
''Good boy. Lie down.''
I put my arms forward and my head down. I
couldn't look at Master's face like that, and I
must have looked like a Muslim at prayer, but it
seemed to be what Master wanted.
''Up.''
I got back on all fours.
''Roll over.''
I did.
''Play dead.''
I rolled onto my back and left my arms and legs
in the air.
''Good boy.''
Master stood over me and stared down.
''Sit,'' he ordered again and I sat.
''Speak.''
I 'woofed.'
Master then took something else out of his bag
and
it was a leash. He attached it and said
''Heel.''
He began to walk around the room. I followed the
best I could. Humans just weren't made to go about
on their hands and knees very fast or very long.
And I had a hard time keeping up with Master. Of
course, it didn't help that he as going in a circle
with me on the outside. So he could take little
steps and out pace me.
As I grew tired he began to jerk on the leash
and say ''Heel Fido, Heel.''
I tried to keep up, I really did. I wanted to
please my Master, but it was so hard. My eyes began
to water. Finally he stopped and looked down at me,
disapproval etched in his face. I cowered at his
feet and whimpered looking up at him with pleading
in my eyes. It wasn't just that my knees hurt from
following him around, but it was embarrassing for
me. And turning me on.
Master then lay down and stretched out. I rushed
to him and said ''I am here Master, what can your
lowly slave do for his great Master?''
His feet were up, and so I kissed the bottom of
them.
Master exploded, slapping me in the face, beating
me with his fists, and kicking me.
''You sorry fuck, that's not the order I gave
you!''
I cowered before Master. ''I'm sorry Master,
please forgive your worthless slave. I will do
better Master, I'm sorry Master. I'm sorry
Master.''
''You had better do better. I'm going to have to
punish you now, and I didn't want to do that.''
''I'm sorry Master.''
''Shut up.'' Master looked down at me cowering
at this feet and thought a few minutes.
''I'll punish you later. Get back to work.''
''Yes, Master.''
''Shut the fuck up.''
I was so upset to disappoint Master. It took me
a while to figure out that I was supposed to ask
him to kiss his feet first.
I went back to work cleaning. The bell rang
again. Determined to do better this time, I hurried
to the living room, knelt, kissed the bottoms of
his feet and said: ''I am here Master, what can
your lowly slave do for his great Master?''
''Better, bitch. I just wanted to see if you
would do better. Get back to work.''
''Yes, Master.''
A few steps down the hall, the bell rang again.
I hurried to Master, hit my knees, kissed his feet
and said, ''I am here Master, what can your lowly
slave do for his great Master?''
''I just wanted to see you do it again.
Back.''
''Yes, Master.''
I got to the door when he rang the bell again. I
quickly returned to Master, knelt, kissed his feet,
and said, ''I am here Master, what can your lowly
slave do for his great Master?''
''Back,'' Master said, some amusement in his
voice.
The game was restoring his good spirits. The
bell rang again when I was only a few feet away. I
turned around, took the three steps back to Master,
knelt, kissed his feet, and said, ''I am here
Master, what can your lowly slave do for his great
Master?''
''Back.''
This time I was only part of the way up when the
bell rang again I returned my knees, kissed his
feet, and said, ''I am here Master, what can your
lowly slave do for his great Master?''
This time there was no 'back', just the bell
ringing again. I kissed his feet, and said, ''I am
here Master, what can your lowly slave do for his
great Master?''
Master kept this up for a few cycles, never
letting me off my knees. Finally he tired of the
game and sent me back to work.
At the end of the day he said: ''OK, I'll give
you a shot. Be back here tomorrow at 9. I want you
here. I'll give you a run through to see if I like
the way you perform. If I like it, I'll keep you.
If I don't, I may just fuck you every so often.
Now, here are some rules; One, I like being called
'master' so do that. 'Sir' is OK, but I prefer
'master'. I want to be sure you know your place.
Next. I want you to wear that dog-collar for me.
From 9pm tomorrow night, I want you on your knees
in the center of the living room waiting for me.
Have your hands behind your back and your head
down. Got that, boy?''
''Yes, Master.''
Well, the rest of the story is pretty raunchy
and hair-raising so I'll leave that out. It is from
a story entilted, ''Serving a younger Master,'' and
is about a man who falls under the spell of a
high-school bully. Sound familiar?
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