Tag: slave

When she deserves it a bit extra (and she does…), when she needs it hard (oh yes…), or when her Owner craves it (sadists do that without a reason) special efforts are made. The pain is sharper, the marks deeper, and misery worse when she is bent over like this. The strictly tied arms, a sharp bend of the delicate body, and the absolute impossibility for her to improve her position work miracles. Lashes over stretched skin, vulnerability of absolute helplessness, and the awkward position in itself, all combines to a difficult (and memorable) time for the slave. And a lovely one for her Owner. Just as it shall be. Accessible as she is, her Owner delivers pain to His liking. And there is nothing she can do.

Vacation offers new possibilities and the slavegirl needs to be reminded that she remains slave irrespective of what happens and where she is. Once sun had set and darkness began to fall, the slave was handed a blanket (spoiled as she is) and marched into the woods in order to lose the presence of innocent bystanders. On the way a few harsh and flexible branches were broken and collected. At a quiet and suitable place, the slave was ordered down on the ground, bent over a rock, panties down, ass up, told to be quiet and still, and the whipping began. It was alternating between using the thin stinging branch, and the thick one with a considerable impact. The slave suffered beautifully and the atmosphere in the midst of the forest, in a dark and lonely place, with only the iPhone lighting up the spot, and the just collected branches as the only torture instruments, was special. Raw. Thick. Hard. Cold. Scary (for a little girl). Then she was marched home and used. By then her Owner was pleased with her.

This morning. A seemingly innocent image. The slave resting on her Owner’s chest embraced by His arms. she is and feels as the safest creature in the world. Minutes before, she was taken by her Master, straight from her sleep. Tossed around to her stomach, forcibly spread, brutally penetrated and filled, all within seconds. Raped. No preparation, no hesitation, no chance, When the li’l whore is fully filled with her Owner’s cock also at other occasions she gasps for air and struggles to endure the overwhelming feeling. Like this it is hard. But she has no choice, is not allowed to protect herself, cannot escape. To the contrary, she is trained to make herself available at all times, and use her body to give her Owner maximum pleasure. she takes it as long as her Owner decides. And then, after the storm, she falls back to sleep, safe, satisfied, calm, glad she has been used and given her Owner pleasure. Silence and peace inside her head. Sweet morning.

It is not always easy being slave. Nor shall it be. she is courageous, brave, and durable. Forced and guided, she can always take more than what she thinks, always walk the extra mile for her Owner, and she always finds strength in her female soul. she does because she has no choice, she is Owned, cannot escape, and must do as she is told. There is no alternative for her. And that is how it should be, simple and beautiful, but not necessarily easy.

Although slave knows she is not allowed, at a weak moment, she tried to hide herself from her Owner. she tried to protect a tiny bit of privacy, and keep a shred of decency. This is not good for her: she shall be exposed and degraded at all times, never being permitted a shield towards her Owner. her inner core is beautiful and shall be open for her Owner to fully enjoy. It is not for her to deny her Owner Anything He wants from her. Forgetful (or a tiny bit of feisty), she needed to be re-trained on this. When needing to pee, she was put in the bathtube and told she stays there untill she peed herself. A dog lifts its leg, but she was not even allowed that, but just to sit still, just peeing as soon as she could, lower than a dog, dirtier than a bitch in the street. she found it horrible, but she also knew there was nothing she could do to alter the punishment. she deserved it, needed it, and obeyed swiftly. Then she was lovingly rinsed and washed all over her body and face with her own cold pee. Still horrible, still nothing she could do to impact how she was treated. her being, bowing to the realization that her Owner decided she deserved it. Owned and helpless she complied with whatever her Owner demanded from her. Eventually, b’coz of her beautiful submission, she was granted a hot shower to make herself beautiful for her Owner again. Humbled and lovely.

Thinking of His slave’s best, the Owner cut the bransches in His own garden, pruned them, and bound them together. He tried it out early on the slave with a mild whipping. Then He hung them in a dry place for two months, awaiting them to assume a dry, thorny, and harsh character. Now she needed to be put in place, and it was time to rip her tender and lovely (yet so resilient) skin on her ass into shreds. One Thousand lashes of varying strength and position was what she had to endure. “Terribly hard….and lovely” the little slave said afterwards….with fear and anticipation in her voice. The whip is intact, proved its worth and is ready for use again.

In a session of deepening the slave’s sense of helplessness, she was tied up in one position after another and in every second position she was caned or forced to orgasm respectively. This one was special. Sitting in the bed, hands tied over her head, and legs secured in a spread position, she was fully accessible for an energetic wand. her orgasm was immense, and lasted for an impressing 1 minute and 32 seconds, overtaking her in waves, screaming, pleading, panting. Intensity was brutal and she bit her own arm in order to stand it until it had ran its course. Beautiful.

In the deep rural areas, at a naked attic, with a nude slave in serious need of correction. Ropes around the waist, in between ass cheeks, tightly hugging the pussy (or grinding some would say), but circling (hence saving for later use) the clit, and then up around the beams and back stretching the arms strictly. If she pulls the arms even a little, the rope will be pulled back, torturing the pussy. she needs to remain on her toes, or the rope will deliver excruciating pain. Then the whipping begins: 150 lashes (although with far less than full force) with the feared Mexican bullwhip. 150 was decided on beforehand and her pleading and praying for mercy was of course to no avail. The slave’s lesson to learn during this session was to take her Owner’s instructions seriously, triggered by a previous failure to do so.

slave was 5 min late to pick up her Master, kept Him waiting outdoors. That is not respectful and not what is expected from a good slave. she was humbled, apologetic, kissed each of her Master’ shoes 5 times and asked to be forgiven. she was forgiven under the promise that next time 5 min equals 5 marks on her body. A tiny bit of everyday-training in the midst of a busy day. And a bit more shiny shoes. And a humbled slave. An educative moment.