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Cumming Out as a Slave Dear Crabby, You may have seen my blog here (www.q-blogs.com/MyMasterMakesMe) and I am fairly open to Q Blogs about being a slave to a Master. But, in my life - work, friends, etc. I am not "out" as a slave. Most people would be shocked. My Master wants to collar me ... a nice stainless steel cable with a small lock on it (not some leather dog collar). People would instantly know I'm a slave. I'm afraid of the questions ... I want to do as my Master asks but ... what should I do? Written by: slave a | 07/18 10:41AM
Slave, dahling, Crabby is delighted to offer you a little fabulous advice. Although I know more about wigs and heels, than whips and chains, sweetie. It seems like you are torn between two worlds: the regular and the sublime. I know a thing or two about fantasies. After all, I am not a real woman. Just a fabulous drag queen, dahling. And when I am looking my best, the straight world is a boring blur to me. Is that how it is for you, sweetie? I decided long ago not to let society's prejudice (against all things fabulous) get in the way of my bliss. Crabby cannot live without her wigs and heels, dahling. So I have lost several friends, and was even told I needed professional help. I mean the nerve of some people! Luckily, I was able to eventually find true friends that loved Crabby for being Crabby. And not have to pretend to be something I had no desire to be, sweetie. Oh, there was much loneliness and soul searching during those dark years. But Crabby rose above it. And I think you can too, dahling. You just need to be your true fabulous self. And if being a slave is what makes you happy, sweetie, then the choice has already been made. But there will always be consequences. Crabby does not think drag queens, slaves, masters, tops, bottoms (you get the idea, dahling) should ever have to exist in a closet. All of us must be proud of ourselves, sweetie. We must wear our fabulous wigs and collars with pride! And if this means losing a friend or two, then I would think the friendship was not a strong one to begin with. "Normal people" are the freaks of the world (in Crabby's fabulous book). So it really is their problem, sweetie. The world can be a cold and cruel place, but never let that get in the way of following your bliss. Just ask yourself: how badly do I want to be a fabulous slave? Then be true to yourself, dahling. And to hell with society's prejudice. Happiness is all. And few people are truly happy. Except for those of us that are brave enough to wear our collars and wigs with pride, sweetie. Onward and upward, dahling, Crabby
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