The basement is important for the slavegirl. To be chained there with no chance to escape is a key to her sense of slavehood. To be whipped in her helplessness is good for her (note the beautiful stripes on her thighs on the first photo). she must know at every moment that she is slave with no rights and no power. she is Owned and can in no way decide on any part of her life. This must be her primary thought at all times. If she loses it for a little while, she must be forced back. sometimes she is crying and screaming, shivering and shaking, but there is no escape. Once down there, she is whipped, manhandled, and raped. Being chained in the cold and dark basement, tied into helplessness is good for her. It is all a physical expression of her existence. And a beautiful one.

What was her crime? Nothing really. she was simply beaten b’coz it is good for her to get a good working over, and b’coz she needed to be taken down, and b’coz pain sends her into a beautiful cloud, and b’coz her Master likes to beat her, and b’coz it makes her wet, and b’coz she becomes so beautiful when reddened, and b’coz she’s a li’l whore that needs discipline, and b’coz….
….there is always at least half a dozen reasons to whip a a slavegirl! And this one, there are at least a dozen reasons at any given point in time to whip this one. The more the better!

An epic image of humankind. As historical as central. The essence. The woman caring for her man. The whore pleasing her Master. The slave serving her Owner. That is the nature of humans and the story of humankind. Or should be. The female worshipping her Male’s cock in a sweet, subservient and absolute manner. her need to please in the deepest sense. That is her place every morning, every day, any time the Owner decides. she must never forget or hesitate, not even for a blink of an eye. her duty from birth, her inner craving and her natural place.

The sweet little Innocent angel of a slave was helplesslyy horny last night. Who would believe that this pure and prude li’l one would be on her knees begging for cock? she is for the moment under a rule of “no-orgasms” and suffers….yesterday the little whore was desperate and it had to be pussywhipped out of her. It made of course matters worse for her, but all the more enjoyable for her Owner. Either way it is good for her to be tied up and feel the whip lash the open pussy time after time knowing that there is nothing she can do to stop it. Even better when she is feeling that she needs more…..

Obedience is key. slave shall always obey no matter what. Master’s orders is like a lash of the whip straight into the mind of the slave. she needs to be trained, habituated, reminded, forced….and trained again. There are special sessions on obedience training, Master with a cane in hand, marking her body on every little deviation from perfect discipline.
“Crawl!”
“Stop!”
“Spread”
Smack! Not fast enough!
“Stand up!”
“On her knees!”
Smack! Not fast enough!
“Forehead to the floor!”
“Spread!”
Smack! Not wide enough!
“Stand up!”
“Lean forward!”
“Grab ass cheeks!”
“Display her anal to her Master!”
Smack! Not open enough!
“Again! Wide!”
“Stand still!”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Still!”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Present her anal wide, open, and without hesitation on command!”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Understood!?”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Understood!?”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“On her knees!”
“Crawl”
(After every command there is of corse a loud and clear “yes Sir!”)
And the session goes on until the slave has no energy left in her petite body. Or until Master is pleased. It is repeated a few times a week.

It is really quite simple. she is a girl and needs to be disciplined and improved to reach her potential. It is her Owner’s duty to embetter her. When she has the wrong attitude, she is disciplined. If she behaves badly, she is punished. The worse she behaves, the harder the punishments. The punishments can be dramatic, sadistic and satisfying to her Owner, or they can be simple and matter of fact. This time, the Owner was not pleased with her: naked, handcuffed, and forced on the balcony in the crisp winter night, visible for the neighbors. Prudish as the little whore is, she soon preferred to hide behind the fence, but then suffering from the frosty balcony floor. Either way, after just a little while, she was improved, and carrying a better attitude. she learned and improved; she knows that attitude is bad for a little girl (or for a woman for that matter), and especially for a slavegirl. It is really quite simple.

The slave is afraid of pain. The slave needs the pain. When she has failed to be her Master’s perfect slave in small or large measures, she knows she has to endure pain. And when it is executed from a position of power, strongly, mercilessly, and in the way that cuts perfectly into her inner psyche….then she thrives, overtaking her fear. Then she is corrected, taught the right way, disciplined, improved, and perfected….then she is in her right place, formed by her Master to his liking…then her Master is proud of her…then time stops and crystallizes into a beautiful image of life itself…..
the slave does not get marks easily, but sometimes she really gets what she needs. Lovely.

“They would give her time to breathe but start again as soon as she gained composition. Enough was never judged from her screams and tears, but solely from the more or less deep and permanent marks the whips left behind in the skin.“ (The Story of O). The slavegirl Did scream when being treated by her Master with the whip from hell (see two posts below) But really, her Master needs to more strictly apply the principles of Roissy. Or what do our sweet readers think?

Sometimes the little slavegirl needs to be kept really strict. she is not to be given any choice. Forced tight under her Owner’s immediate control. No chance to escape. No alternative. No space. No choice of her own. No illusion of her taking any decision or having any power at all. she exist on her Owner’s conditions and breathes only when her Owner allows it. it is good for her to feel absolutely controlled.

There is one whip the slavegirl fears more than any other. It is a Mexican bullwhip of outstanding quality. It is a sign of good taste of her fearing this particularly well-constructed whip. But it is neither the high quality of the leather nor the perfect craftsmanship she fears; it is its superior ability to cause deep pain with even the smallest of movements. When tormented to the limit by her Master using just the wrist to make the whip bite her skin like a hungry piranha, she is horrified where it would take her would he actually swing it. Such a whip deserves respect, kisses and worshipping.