I am proud of my slave. she grows and develops. At times though, she needs to be corrected. Tied up, exposed, and helpless she is subjected to the cane. she squirms and screams, toss and turn in her ropes, pushed to her limit. But the caning goes on in a steady rhythm till her resistance is broken. Only when she receives blow after blow without moving or making any sound at all, there is a chance the caning will end. Eventually, an hour later, helpless and broken, the slave is in her right place. I am proud of her again.

The slave is whatever I tell her to be. At times I make her my perfect little whore. I form her identity as such. Under my discrete protection, she is sent into the crowd, appearing and behaving like a whore. she must be used to the fact that she can never object to what Master make her into. And to that no egocentrerad pride or prudence can stand in the way of her training. She is good, a natural as a whore.

The slave is the sweetest of things…blonde, petit, fit, young, smiling….men inevitably turning their heads when we walk down the street, me proudly grabbing her. But all that does not matter. What matters is the soul deep sparkle in the slave’s eyes when she is put in her place. When she is forced into her darkest abyss, mentally tortured, in the deepest of slave modes her eyes explode in light and colors, A firework of life in its rawest form. That matters. A lot.

Sometimes the slave really do not want to obey. she makes awkward noises and ugly grimaces, body language signaling despair. These are golden moments for her Master, Owner and Trainer, imposing his will on her at her weakest. And when she can’t get away, then, she knows, she won’t get away at other times. To the contrary, each noise and grimace serves to tighten the chains.

The slave’s primary duty is to serve and please her Master. she is trained on a daily basis to perform to perfection whatever makes her Master feel good. And she is forced to enjoy it, be proud of herself, and wanting more. After a few months of intensive training she now takes Master’s cock all the way down the throat. Crying and puking she does discreetly.

The slave must be made to feel secure in being Owned, Captured, Kept. she is held in chains at all times. Occasionally she needs the crude heavy chain, with hardened steel padlock. The weight of the chains reminds her constantly what she is and that she has no way to escape her owner’s control. Kept in a heavy chain, she feels cared for.

The girl is in pain. Mentally tortured, in desperate need to flee and hide. That is the moment she needs the chains the most, to be fully exposed, to be taught her helplessness to its full extent. she suffers. she deserves it. she thrives from it. she knows then she is a slave without rights. And she needs to learn that again and again.