The girl needs the pain. Not the pain, but the feeling of absolute and total helplessness. And of being abused. And the pain too. her Owner needs to give her the pain. When the slave is tortured to the limit of what she can take, her Owner needs to give her more. she has no power to decide what is done to her. Ever. And she must know that in every moment of her life. No safeword. No power. No rights.

Every journey has to start somewhere. In the deepest sense, our started when we were born, none of us destined for any other type of life. But a more recent starting point was when the sweetest of girls looked up and met the Man’s gaze, stating shyly and bravely that “I just want to be owned”. Soon she was…