The Importance of Trust
Making Master/slave situations great again.
My relationship with my Master is only possible thanks to the trust we established. Of course this goes both ways, but I'll focus on my own perspective as a sub. It bears repeating that subs have power too. The sub gives up some of his power, autonomy and rights to a Dom. That's why it's called a power exchange. But he does so by choice, and normally, only when he trusts the Dom enough not to abuse the power he gives the Dom. Or at least, not to use this power in ways that would be unacceptable to the sub.
Early in my relationship with my Master, he broke my trust and it was enough for me to end things. He shared my private information with one of his best friends. I only learned about it one day when I picked up both of them from a club, and his friend, who was drunk, threatened me with violence and use of my private information to get me in trouble. My Master tried to excuse it by saying his friend was drunk, but I was not swayed. I did not appreciate being put in that position with someone I did not trust, when I had not given my Master permission to share my information with his friend.
My Master has the tendency to excuse any behavior when it fits into his logic, and in this case he did not consider that he was violating my privacy and trust. He shared information with his friend as a safety measure, though he did not ask for my consent. As I mentioned in a previous post, I consider consent to be imperative. My Master could have made an argument that he needed his friend in the loop for his own safety while Iām staying under his roof. However, he should have informed me, and given me the option to accept, decline, or negotiate a compromise ā such as introducing me to his friend to get acquainted and establish minimal trust with his friend too before sharing my information with him.
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As he hadn't done that, I was furious, once I got over the intimidation from his friend. These days I'm on very good terms with his friend, but back then, when I barely even knew my Master very well, his friend was just a stranger I couldn't trust, who had threatened me for no good reason when he was intoxicated. I felt unsafe, so I packed my belongings the following morning and left my Master's home, after booking a hotel for the remainder of my stay in San Francisco.