I speak of orders I often give as suggestions or soft words. No need to raise my voice and put a furious face to make them understand, I believe that it is they who have to be attentive to me and not vice versa.
If I’m with one slave in an adjustment period, I have more patience and give opportunities for him to get to know me and between laughing and games, I make him to understand that yes, everything’s fun, but my word, still laughing, is law.
I let the time goes and spend time observing reactions, pushing when necessary but correcting conducts and behaviors as by chance, without melodrama or fuss. When I see the relationship progresses and I am really interested in the slave I’m educating, it’s time to demand that certain details are exactly as I want.
I’m never in a hurry, I let them know and discover me, putting tests on the road and, after verifying his surrender is real, the training continues with the seriousness it deserves, though, without the smile leaving my face.
But they have to keep in mind the first sentence of this post, because that’s where my smile can fades and correctives become punishments.