Bad Education

A Meeting

As I said yesterday, I had a meeting last night with a possible trainee. I guess before I talk about what happened it might be worth describing how I deal with prospective trainees. This certainly applies to those that start the process on the internet, which has been the vast majority in my experience, and so I will just deal with that.

Most guys who approach you on the internet are either total nutters or just after a shag. After several years dealing with this a few sentences in and you know where the conversation is heading, and if it is heading in a place I don’t want to go I bail out quick. But, occasionally, you get to talk to bois who are actually worth spending some time on and who are interested in the lifestyle. So the first step is a good chat online. Now this usually flushes out whether the two of you are compatible when it comes to ideas and approach. Often you are not, but can become friends: whatever floats people’s boat is their business and who am I to judge? The fact that their approach does not chime with mine is no-ones fault, and it would be rather boring if we all had the same kinks. If I am particularly concerned or unsure about the person, I will ask a friend like Peter or Paul to talk to them.

But, if things work out fine then it is time for a social meet, on neutral ground, to get to know each other. Very rarely do I meet someone for sex in this scene straight from the web. The building of trust and a basic rapport is very important. It also sorts out whether they were cyber-wankers or ghosts or actually real people. This stage can be a frustrating one, people may not turn up or be totally different from their online persona.

If this works out then the training can begin. Some can be done online, like basic etiquette, but this is only a very small amount. Instead I like to get them over to the flat (when I can) or the Hoist, or Playpit or somewhere in order to begin training. At the end of a training session, where a training collar (red) is worn, the boi can walk away from things and there is no obligation. However, if a boi passes training and is presented by me with a trained (black) collar then things are different. The boi is now a collared slave.

Last Night

Now all this is a rather long-winded background to last night when I met a guy on neutral ground for coffee. One of the things he had said online was ‘I really have never heard anything like this before.’ Indeed. He had been with a self-styled Master before. I say this because what he did actually makes me rather cross. He had, in effect, tried to convince this guy that he was totally worthless and had no value as a human being. He had displayed no sense of Responsibility towards him and had, in the end, dumped him for lads he found more attractive. It had put him off the whole Master/Slave notion and, being Asian, he had felt that this was a cultural issue and had vowed not to go with a White Master any more.

What took him aback was my well-worn but valid comment: what is the point of owning anything that is worthless? Indeed this guy had eventually rebelled against this idea (good on him) and had tried to assert himself in the wider world after this idiot had tried to break him down. Now I am not in the business of making people feel worthless: a slave is a valuable asset. Indeed a Master without a slave is powerless as he has no means of exercising power. So, after a meeting of around 90 minutes I had satisfied myself that here was a guy that was at least worth giving a trial. Equally I am convinced that here is a guy that deserves, indeed demands, a better crack of the whip (no pun intended) than he had the first time around. So, Hoist on Thursday (if he has the courage) and we shall take things from there. Keep you all posted.

M