This is where she likes it the best. When she is pushed into her spot, finding her right place deep down in her inner and beautiful darkness, it is pure magic at work. But she does not go there voluntarily – she needs to be forced, conquered, and defeated. Yet the real challenge is not taking her there….it is keeping her there. Permanently.
The slave shall learn that she is little more than an animal, a creature, a bitch in heat. Peeing on command on all four, at anytime, the pee pouring free down her legs. Civilization, humanity and dignity she shall be stripped of like a caged animal. Slavery shall be felt deeply.
slave was punished. Resistance was broken. Behaviour corrected. The little girl is pleased taking it. Proud of wearing it. Master agree. Harmony is restored.
Shame….Shame…..Shame….. the slave has rules to follow and orders to obey. Occasionally she loses her focus, centers around herself, exerts her ego and behaves obnoxiously. With time and training this happens less often that it used to. But her Owner’s demand on her and her discipline also rises, pushing her further down into the dark. When she loses discipline, she is locked onto the radiator in the corner and made to reflect on her behavior. Shame…. Shame…..Shame…..
And in the eye of the storm, at rare occasions, Master and slave hold hands. Never equal…but always together.
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.
her mind must be twisted, her self-esteem shrunk, and her thoughts emptied on all content but her sense of submission to her Owner. AND THE GIRL SAYS: Little. Reduced to nothing. In her spot. Where she needs to be. Thank You.
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…
The Journey towards its goal and the deepest of pleasures. The girls’s absolute, undeniable, and full enslavement. Enjoy the tour with us…
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