With a pair of plier-like clamps on the outer pussylips, the slave was disciplined for misbehaving. The strength of the clamps are brutal (otherwise used for fixating glued wooden planks to each other, bought in a hardware store), but she needed more pain than the otherwise more common application of the “pliers” on the nipples or the inner thighs. “she can’t take it!” she moaned – panic close – after just a few seconds. This is a fundamentally wrong reaction from the slave for two reasons: 1. she can take more than what she thinks, always. Pain is good for her. It humbles her and helps her to her place. Her Owner enjoys her pain and she shall never try to deny her Owner His rightful pleasure. Besides, her Owner knows what she can take better than she does; and 2) It is not up to her to decide anything like this (or anything else) or to try to impact on it. her Owner keeps her safe, and for the rest He does to her what He deems she needs; for His pleasure and for her forming. The only thing the slave achieved with the little outbreak was to disappoint her Owner and to temporarily degrade herself to just another painslut with safeword and interruptable sessions.
It was a discipline-session from a distance, so technically she could have stopped the pain. But she could not. she did not. her Owner made sure she endured two full (and for her very long) minutes. Of course she could take it, in the end making her Owner proud of her. Afterwards, it was obvious that obedience and the endured pain was 1000 times better than the alternative. As always.

In her training, the slavegirl has been spoiled lately with orgasms. At worst creating sub-conscious expectations from the girl. Although obediently neither touching nor coming without permission – neither being able to – she is soon to be locked behind a locked wall of steel, emphasizing that nothing is her choice. she is owned and have no say in the matter. When Master takes off the belt, her hands will be cuffed, guaranteeing her helplessness. There will be moments of pleasure for the girl, when Master decides. More posts to follow.

Such an Innocent and beautiful image. My slavegirl being disciplined. Smooth complexion and lovely breasts, protruding nipples, clothespins silently and dutifully doing the necessary work. her slavenumber darkly and clearly inscribed between the breasts. The slavecollar visible. The beauty of the everyday.

Chaos is indeed the neighbor to God. Misery the companion to pleasure. Mental torture is harsh and hard to calibrate. slave suffered inhumanly and mentally at her Master’s feet. Long and hard. She endured, she survived and she bounced back. Master is impressed by her resilience. More to come….

Raped and forced to repeated orgasms, the slave was already a bit worn….but the servicing of her Master’s cock stands above all her nitty-gritty inconveniences and exhaustions. And the slave would not reach her perfect place, not having pleased her Master all the way. When ordered she gave it all in the most beautiful way. With a li’l bit of help, she was used until there was nothing left in her. Done. Empty. Quiet. Harmony. Perfection. she then fell asleep right there in a physically and mentally perfect place, wrapped around her Master’s cock until daybreak, not moving an inch. the slave at her best. Epic.

The slave’s princess sized ego must be destroyed. Conceptions of rights, pride, and resistance must be dismantled. Anytime when her ugly ego asserts itself it shall be broken. A golden shower right there and then, (where ever she happened to be) followed by a meticulous cleaning of the floor, being caned when slacking, was lovely. It was a good remedy against self-righteousness and the misconceived idea of the slave that she can demand anything from her Owner. It was good for her. And in her Owner’s eyes, she turned from obnoxious to beautiful in an instance. To be repeated when necessary.

slave was allowed some shopping. Of course the length of the dress to be bought was restricted, and only very light fabric was allowed, emphasizing the constant availability of the slave. Moreover, no underwear can be used underneath. Worn with a pair of 6-inch high heels, the result was great. Owner was proud of his slutty girl.

Increasingly mastering deep, hard, long, and forced orgasm is a recurring part of the slave’s training. she is a pleasure to train. At times, though, she needs to be silenced in order not to disturb our surroundings. Believe me, it does not make her less cute forced to be screaming out an orgasm through a strong gag. A sweet li’l creature.

The slave misbehaved. Crudely. And to make matters worse, she at first resisted her disciplining. Master had to use unusually brutal force, tie her up for ten minutes in the icy cold shower, and then beat her through and through with the cane to soften her……eventually, resistance broke, slave’s madness subsided, and it all was replaced by shame, regret, and a will to do better. The better part of the night she spent naked on the floor, tied up awkwardly half-sitting, freezing, but quiet to in order to not disturb her Master. she emerged a better slave…