A slave cannot afford an overgrown ego, an air of a princess, or a self-centered attitude. Then she needs to be taken down. Then it will hurt. Time and again. Tirelessly until her back is broken, her mind corrected, and her soul in tune with reality. With her reality. her reality is that she is a slave with no rights and no power. And that she is owned by a sadist with demands of absolute control. She was corrected and improved the hard way.
With a modest bit of brutal violence, a fair share of sheer force, and a sufficient amount of ruthless disciplining, the slave improved. she always does when tortured. One of her best features.
Caught. Captured. Tortured. Trapped in a hood impossible to escape. In a leather cage. In her own world. Mentally tormented. Twisted until she can’t tell up from down. In a dizzy wonderland of pain and pleasure, fear and absolute helplessness, in a free fall in her dark depth. Punished for her imperfections. Suffering, yet exactly where she needs to be. And shall be kept. More and more. Harder and harder.
the slave is ordered to be her Master’s perfect li’l whore at all times. Perfectly groomed, stylish and available, ready to be used or rented out. Sometimes she is not up to her Master’s standard but looks like a cheap li’l whore. Then she deserves to be treated like one.
The li’l slavegirl sleeps tight and safe when she is put in her place. she is safe and protected on her Master’s chest. she dreams naughtily and sweetly. Soon Master will wake her up and put her to use. she does not like to be woken up, but she likes to be used. 😊
At times, Master and slave socialize with people. the slave is kept as tight as ever, but she needs to follow more subtle signals and keep her focus at all times. If she slips even the slightest, she is reminded, but somewhat gentler than in private. Minor corrections suffice. she is a delight, when tightly following the smallest hints.
After a lovely evening, the slave lost focus on her Master. Accidentally she disobeyed. she did not mean to, but she did. she needed to be re-focused before time to sleep. Tied up harshly, disciplined with moderate pain. It turned into a late night…then she slept safely and beautifully on her Master’s chest for 9 hours. Balance restored.
For a reason, the slave was tied, whipped, raped, and caned, for hours without stop. Occasionally she tried to avoid the cane and got punished for it…and more caning. Eventually, with the last grain of her strength, she crawled Towards her Master in the midst of a flurry of caning, and embraced him lovingly. That was a beautiful act of a slave. The caning stopped, slave got piece. So did her Master!
Silvertape around wrists and neck. Exposed. Vulnerable. Helpless. Caned. Whipped. Raped with the wand. Twice. When tape was eventually cut, she fell like a rag doll into her Masters arms. I carried her to bed. She fainted flat in 10 seconds, waking up wondering what happened. A good eve.
There is no bottom. There is no bottom for the slave. she shall be forced deeper, always be under, beneath human dignity. And when she is down on the floor, below her Master in every sense, submerged in her deep darkness, as far as one can possibly imagine, then….then ways will be found to push her deeper. Rob her of her last shred of dignity, strip the last hope of mercy, remove the slightest light in her mind. Free her totally, finally and permanently. There is no bottom.
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