Tossed around. Whipped. Tied. Taken down. Broken. Helpless. Never as beautiful as when she is down as low as she can get, blank in her mind, void of resistance and empty of any other thoughts than those her Owner puts in her head. This is her place, where she thrives, and where she shall be.
It is all about Power. Sometimes physical, sometimes mental, sometimes relational. The li’l girl is protected, always, here physically in the arms of her Owner. Look at the size difference between the Owner’s and the girl’s hands! What can she do when her Owner grabs her and brutalizes her? Nothing. Endure, enjoy, encourage…..
This morning. A seemingly innocent image. The slave resting on her Owner’s chest embraced by His arms. she is and feels as the safest creature in the world. Minutes before, she was taken by her Master, straight from her sleep. Tossed around to her stomach, forcibly spread, brutally penetrated and filled, all within seconds. Raped. No preparation, no hesitation, no chance, When the li’l whore is fully filled with her Owner’s cock also at other occasions she gasps for air and struggles to endure the overwhelming feeling. Like this it is hard. But she has no choice, is not allowed to protect herself, cannot escape. To the contrary, she is trained to make herself available at all times, and use her body to give her Owner maximum pleasure. she takes it as long as her Owner decides. And then, after the storm, she falls back to sleep, safe, satisfied, calm, glad she has been used and given her Owner pleasure. Silence and peace inside her head. Sweet morning.
Lovely. You have understood it exactly as meant. Respect. Naked in spirit, raw in nature, and as real as we can get it. And it is still a journey, searching the satisfaction of ultimate power and the beauty of absolute submission. Thanks for the start-to-finish effort too. In the early days of the blog – 8 months ago – we had many great experiences, but not so many followers. Some gems “hidden” there, we believe.
Devotion. Time. Consistency. Structure. Strictness. Hardness. Patience.
she is a slavegirl. Property. Owned. The harsher she is kept the better, the stricter she is forced into the corner of absolute slavehood the more satisfying for her and her Owner. There is no other life for her left. The more perfectly even the vaguest of possibility of any other existence can be erased from her head, the better for her feeling of comfort, peace, and security. she is used, taken, and full-body whipped every morning. From the feet up to her breasts (face is saved for slapping), from her soles up to her shoulders. When her body is glowing and her mind set deep into slave mode, she is ready to start the day of obeying and pleasing her Owner.
Bowing by my feet is one of her best places. she spends much time and many minor occasions there. she may in fact start to sleep by my feet at nights where she needs to be deeper submitted. More pics and stories will come…
At this point, she deserved nothing better. her mouth needed to be shut up. her spoiled princess behaviour corrected. And she needed to be humbled, as always. The anal plug in her mouth was an excellent remedy for improper behaviour. It fits and looks so good there. It suits her. Perhaps a walk downtown with the plug just like that would further emphasize the lesson? So much to learn for the li’l slavegirl. More to cum….
The li’l slavewhore shall learn to like what her Owner likes, she shall get horny from what makes her Owner horny, she shall enjoy what her Owner enjoys. she shall not only “learn” it; it shall be coined, imprinted, grounded, forced upon her, and become a part of what she is. It takes time, but it is worth it. To lick the underside of her Owner’s feet she of course does whenever she is told to. But here she is trained to get horny from it as she is forced to make herself cum while focussing hard on her Owner’s foot and on her own absolute subordination. And knowing she has no choice, no alternative than to obey. The slave’s Owner likes to see and feel her licking His feet. she is never ever allowed to cum unless it is a situation that triggers Him. she came hard.
Although routinely subjected to severe disciplining, punishment and sexual torture of various forms and shades, the slave still fears the simple clothes pins. Isn’t that lovely? Here she deserved a treat, a zipper. But not so easy….the pins were on until they hurt unbearably….then nothing but slow and growing pain…then a little tug….then nothing but the pain taking over the slave’s mind….then suddenly the rope and the pins are torn off in one big movement, the pain (and the fear) peaking…the adrenaline rushes through the body, the pulse jumps to extreme levels, and the slave’s slow moaning of pain reaches the hurt animal’s scream in death agony. Five seconds later, the slave’s pain gives way to the glowing feeling of peace, a satisfaction to be put back in place, and the pride of having been good to her Owner. Then she is turned around, forced onto the bed, taken by her Master, and in her dizzy mind, the only feeling left is the one of completion as her Master uses her deep and hard. Pins are lovely.
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