He Wonders Whether To Praise Or To Blame Her

I have peace to weigh your worth, now all is over,
But if to praise or blame you, cannot say.
For, who decries the loved, decries the lover;
Yet what man lauds the thing he's thrown away?

Be you, in truth, this dull, slight, cloudy naught,
The more fool I, so great a fool to adore;
But if you're that high goddess once I thought,
The more your godhead is, I lose the more.

Dear fool, pity the fool who thought you clever!
Dear wisdom, do not mock the fool that missed you!
Most fair, -- the blind has lost your face for ever!
Most foul, -- how could I see you while I kissed you?

So . . . the poor love of fools and blind I've proved you,
For, foul or lovely, 'twas a fool that loved you.

~~ Rupert Brooke

November 26, 2007 Pass Her On

L---- was sick of this slave. So much energy wasted on her. And L---- had a very low tolerance for stupid women, having the analytical mind of a man herself. Days of observing Lisa stumble around in her high heeled boots. Dropping their shared garments carelessly. When the Dom watched them, she didn't even bother reaching into the bureau drawer for the special things their Dom had purchased for them to use on each other. She would simply sprawl on the bed, pushing the other two collared sluts aside, pull down her panties (which she wasn’t supposed to be wearing,) and slide her fingers into herself. L---- and E-----had their minds molded by their Dom to understand whipping and torture; the cruel and the beautiful, the exotic and fantastical: but chiefly they both knew one look from their Dom commanded obedience over his sluts.

L----looked over at E-----and got off the bed. The Dom was in another room with his work. E-----nodded at L---- , watching her put on her strap-on then approach the bed and hover over Lisa, thrusting the dildo into Lisa’s writhing body, again and again, violating her and making her scream and moan. Lisa was normally loud, but never this loud.

"Ah... ah... aaaahhhh! Oh, God!" Something within Lisa broke and she cried out, her body arching, moaning loudly, crying out, almost screaming.

"Oohhhhhh....

"Goddddddd...

"L----!"

This was not the usual subtle play of L---- and E-----. L---- was intent on destruction and removal. She continued raping Lisa with the glistening dildo, thrusting in and out, letting it brush Lisa’s hardened clit. She leaned down and bit her nipples, wanting to hurt her, but for Lisa, behind her closed eyes, she was picturing the Dom doing these things to her: dominating her and mastering her over time and finally fulfilling her role as his slave. His true slave.

It had been decided for her. She was incapable of being a true cum slut. L---- slammed her hand over Lisa’s mouth, to stifle the moans. Lisa was a creature to be used and abused at will. She knew she could make Lisa react in precisely the way she had wanted. Hadn’t she been a slave to a Dom for years and done the same herself? Lisa started panting, then grunting. A shadow passed in front of the door, and L---- was soon aware her Dom was standing there, watching her. She sank back to her side of the bed, the dripping dildo still hanging off her own cunt, the leather straps cutting into her hips.

L----had a horrified look on her face. "Please," she whispered. "I didn't mean to..." What was there to explain? She was... enjoying herself, that was all. Plenty of women did that. But she was not a normal woman. She was a cum slut, obedient to her Dom. He turned and left the doorway, saying nothing, but not before staring hard into L----‘s eyes. Yet, he remained silent.

After the Dom left for work the next day, L----and E-----were doing their chores, and they made up their mind. They would deal with their punishment later. They called the number on the lawyer’s card and reported a discontinuance of slave Lisa in the home.

"Is there something wrong?"

"No, not at all." Our Dom asked us to call and have Lisa picked up and removed. He felt she might be better suited for slave parties, rather than a home setting.

"Yes, our firm organizes the local Slaves and Slavers Society. We are having a gathering this Saturday, and we could pick up Lisa and hold her until then. I remember some of the problems your Dom was having with the slave, and perhaps she would be happier being around other slaves. I know my two will be there.”

The door to the living room opened and Lisa walked in, wearing just the underwear she had been delivered in, looking sleepy and worn from rough sex.

"Who was that?" she asked.

"No one," L----said. "No one important."

"Did you say I was going somewhere?"

"Just to see some people we know."

"But..." Lisa looked confused, as well she might. The Dom had not allowed her out without his permission, nor had he introduced her to anyone, apart from the sluts, of course. And now they were going out.

"Enough!" L----snapped, and Lisa fell obediently silent, her head down. "The taxi's here."

The lawyer had, as promised, arranged everything. The taxi was there on time and drove off without needing to ask where they were going. The driver was a woman and didn't pay any attention to the two beautiful women, or what they were wearing. Lisa was silent during the ride. A rarity. L----- drew attention in whatever she was wearing. Her Dom had bought her unique clothes not long after first acquiring her. Things that heightened her beauty and she could wear if she ever did need to go out. Her cleavage was always on display. L----‘s eyes sparkled and her mouth curled at her deviousness.

Lisa looked shocked and upset. Whenever she saw L---- looking at her, she turned away. Her eyes were red, as if she wanted to cry. The building was inconspicuous. A small door down a dark alley several streets away from the main road. Lisa would have been worried, but she saw a smartly dressed woman waiting just outside the doorway.

"What is this place?" Lisa asked, sounding very frightened.

L----didn't answer. She just walked forward and approached the woman, handing the paperwork. Lisa hesitated on the threshold of the building, looking up. There were no windows, no noises to be heard, nothing.

"What is this place?" she asked again.

L---- grabbed Lisa roughly by the roots of her hair and pulled her inside. Lisa had no choice but to follow her in and up the stairs, stumbling and bumping against the walls.

"What is this place?"

God. Didn’t she ever give it a break?

Lisa was shaking. Tears cropped up in her eyes. "What is going to happen to me here?"

"Nothing," L----hissed. "Nothing you don't want to happen."

Lisa breathed out in relief and stepped forward. She paused at the second door, deciding whether to knock or simply open it. She did nothing for a while, still thinking, until she finally simply pushed the door open. Her heart was pounding faster. What if this was all some mistake? What if this was a joke? She shouldn't be here. She didn't belong here. She'd never been involved in this fetish community. She had become a slave, had sex with women, play acting and indulging in bondage and role play. She wanted to scream. Who was the Mistress here? The Dom?

"Follow me, slave girl," a voice spoke from the darkness. The two of them headed through the door and into a new world.

That night, the Dom returned home to see his sluts packing. L----was smiling and biting her lower lip and generally doing everything she could to look coy and innocent. E-----kept her gaze down, focused on the packing, well learned in submissive posturing.

“Where is Lisa?,” he asked.

“Oh. There was some problem in her contract, and they came and retrieved her today,” L----reported. It was just as well, he thought. He was weary of the constant reminders and instructions necessary with that slut. Besides which, L---- was wearing a new costume that seemed a mass of leather straps and a half push-up bra that left her tits entirely bare. Her cunt was also bare and completely shaven. Dark stockings ran up to her mid thigh, supported by a garter belt that seemed tied in some way to the leather straps that ran around her taut midriff. High black boots came up to her mid shin with incredibly high heels. Unlike Lisa, L----seemed able to walk in them without any problem. Her lips were very red and her large eyes gleamed.

E---- continued to carefully pack the supplies for their trip to the Cape house: whips, blindfolds, gags, all in a very specific ordering, and all in their own pouches. Upon arrival, it would be her job to make sure everything was laid out properly and on display, to meet her Dom’s needs. She had to anticipate what those needs might be, and she was very good in the preparation for the trip. He need not worry.

Music was faintly audible. The condo finally seemed quieter. More at peace. Both women kneeled down in front of him and said, “What do you wish of us, Dom? He fingered their hair, mingling the locks, and pushed their faces into his covered cock. “Kiss the cock, my sluts. Later my greatest arousal will be seeing you in bed, thrusting and fighting between yourself for the privilege of having my cock. Let’s leave for the beach house and prepare for my pleasure. "

Dawn

Once again, me up at 5 a.m. not able to sleep, wondering about you. Reading a book about Sophia Tolstoy and her photographic history of her famous husband.

September 23, 1910

"There is no holding him."

Went out on the deck in my nightie to watch the sun come up. Big ship coming in from the sea with it's lights on. Studying my compass points. Is he over there? Boston? Dunno.

August 1, 1901



Looked back at the bed from the deck. Freezing bare feet. Wishing you were in my bed saying, "Shut that door, slut and get back in bed. Go back to seep."

Part Two: Binding Bondage And Lash Legalities

PART II

The Dom got up the next morning, ready to face his work week. He had to admit that juggling four sluts over two days had been hard work. If anything, going back to the business world would be a relief. He was just outside his front door when he remembered about Lisa, slave girl on loan, from San Francisco. She had been asleep in the living room when he had gotten up, and in his haste, he hadn’t really noticed her. She was more than half-asleep herself: he had spent the weekend teaching her how to be a sub, to wear a collar for the first time, but also to obey his existent sluts. Lisa hadn't slept well, being slightly distracted with three whores finally able to have someone due their bidding, since they themselves must always be obedient to their Dom.
He unlocked the door and went back inside to awaken the sleeping slave. Lisa blinked, revealing her brown eyes, still partly stained with tears.

"Oh," she said, hanging her head. "I had hoped it was a dream, but..."

The Dom looked at his watch. He had a meeting, and he was going to be late at this rate. Luckily, he set his own hours, but he still enjoyed the discipline of a fulfilling work day and completing the projects he had set for himself. That only meant he’d have to make up the work later. He had a sudden, random thought of how he had had pets in his life, and knew the responsibility it entailed, and then he had, one by one, taken up his cum sluts, and only keep this trio as they had all been friends for so long now, and how prettily they had begged him to allow the others to come on board and be his sluts, each girl promising she would be obedient to him. He had had serious doubts about this, knowing the time it took to train and service even one slut. Now he had three whores and an untrained sub slave. When would he have time to deal with her? While he pondered these things, staring down at Lisa on the sofa, his expression must have obviously changed, because she picked up on it immediately and her own face twisted with fear.

"I'm sorry, Master Sir Dom," she said. "Please don't hurt me."

"I am not going to hurt you, slut. Not at the moment. You will learn some day that there is pleasure in your pain, when I inflict it.” She looked puzzled again. Frankly, she looked clueless most of the time. He undid the handcuffs and let her stand up. "I have got to go to work. I need for you to obey me, slut. I am leaving you with your friends, but you cannot take advantage of this situation, just because you are new. They are my sluts, and they know to do my biding. If I order them to train you today, you will have to obey them. I have a saying, and my sluts are well familiar with it, “Perfection is the goal. Mere excellence will be tolerated. Stupidity should be painful." Do you understand? My sluts know to do their very best, at all times. Nothing less is acceptable.”

"What... what do you want me to do?"

Hmm... He hadn't given that much thought. "Clean the house," he said. "Do the dishes. And the laundry. And... whatever else needs doing. Ahh... help yourself to some food. You might want to have a shower as well, if you like. You absolutely are forbidden to leave this condo." He paused in thought, seeing Lisa’s wrinkled brow and knowing he had to really spell things out for her. "Unless there is a fire or something. You can leave the condo then. If anyone comes to the door, you can tell them you are my cousin, staying over." He paused again. Okay, that was ridiculous. Lisa looked nothing at all like him. He was tall and pale with brownish blonde hair and Lisa was of Middle Eastern descent.

"Tell them you are my AOL friend from the West Coast, and that I did some work on your Apple for you when I was out there. But do not go out unless there is a fire. Or an emergency. Or something. Never answer the telephone. Come to think of it, do not answer the door. No one ever rings my landline anyway." He paused again. God! Owning a slave was such hard work. Had he forgotten anything? He realized that he'd been talking very fast, in his wish to get out the door again. Oddly enough, he found it quite hard keeping his train of thought when talking with a bound naked brunette in the room. He had not forgotten how on Saturday, Lisa drooled when he put a ball gag back into her mouth for the morning.

"Just... use your common sense." (Assuming she had any. She had been captured as a slave, after all.) "Now, I really have to get off to work. You get all that?" Lisa nodded, but she continued to look a little dumbfounded. This would all be new to her, too. He gave her a curt nod with his head and then left. Work was a nightmare. He couldn't focus at all today and he made a number of annoying little mistakes that were enough to halt the programming he was creating. This was not the norm. The Dom decided to finish a little early. Besides, there was something he needed to do. He discreetly checked with one of his attornies he kept on retainer, and he found a lawyer who specialized in slave law. They also had a fairly large consumer protection department, so, if anyone he knew saw him going there, he planned to say he had ordered a plasma television that proved faulty, and the company wouldn’t honor their warranty. Fortunately, he'd managed to book an appointment for half past three that afternoon. That would put him a little behind schedule, but that was what flexi-time was for, right?

The Dom was quite surprised when he entered the law offices and found a female lawyer waiting to meet with him. Her name was Cassandra Tethere . She was tall and blonde, very smartly dressed, and she had an intense stare.

"How can I help you, Mr. ______ she asked.

Slowly, the Dom outlined his problem. "Basically," he said, concluding. "I want to know what my situation is. What can I do, how does the law work? I mean, she did some incredibly stupid things this weekend. What if she sets fire to my condo, or something?"

"First time trial slave hmm?" He nodded. "This is why you’ve been wise to always choose your sluts on your own. Gift laws are still in a highly amendable mode and the law in this area is in a bit of flux. It's all very new and a lot of matters haven't been really cleared up yet. There's still a lot of cases working their way up through the courts, and they should clarify things a lot.

"The way things stand at the moment, is... legally, Lisa is not a person. She has no right to voice an opinion, to own property, she's not covered by the various human rights conventions, nothing like that. She does have a very limited form of human rights guaranteed her by the various slavery based statutes and statutory instruments. You can't kill her, or mutilate her. You can, however, rape her…plus any form of bondage, of course. Let’s say you wanted to leave her outside hanging from a tree branch. You could do that, but there are sections of law governing climate; i.e. freezing weather….and even some of that is allowed, but with time constraints.”

"How far can I go?" the Dom asked. "I mean, I'm not planning on cutting her arms off, or anything, but what about... oh, I don't know... putting her in a cage, or an electric prod up her rectum…anything like that?"

"That's one of the gray areas. The Act specifically allows... what was the wording, ah yes. 'Normal methods of discipline and punishment as would be considered entirely appropriate between Master and slave." Master includes 'Mistress', so don't worry about that. The problem is, of course, what exactly that means and... well... we don't know. The general legal view is that a caning or whipping would be fine, as long as the Dominate established proper knowledge of the property for the purpose. It gets really vague, yet nitpicky, dependent on what you do to her.”

"The Act also mentions discipline and punishment, so I'd advise that if you were to flog her, it shouldn't be just because you feel like it, but in response to her doing something wrong. What that has to be is a little unclear. To be honest, I I believe you would be all right leaving marks that don't fade after, say, after two weeks. A Dom was prosecuted for caning a slave girl and leaving marks on her breasts that stayed there for a month, but the charges were dropped. Another concern is that you have a practicing Domme as one of your sluts, and you did alert the firm once before when she was flogging her own sub and got carried away in the moment and it went too far.”

He remembered that night and the flared gleam in L__’s eye as she repeatedly whipped her slave at a party they had attended together. It was quite delicious. "So, if I use proper tools and stay within normal guidelines for a Dom, I should be all right?"

"Basically, yes. I know I've been a little ambiguous, but I'm afraid the law in this area is equally vague at the moment, as anything is as it becomes public law."

"What about if she does something? Breaks the law?"

"You' are liable. Totally. She is your property. Even as a trial slave. Anything and everything she does is considered to be at your direct order. You would have to prove it wasn't, which obviously isn't easy. And even then, you'd be liable for a lesser version of whatever crime she committed, based on your negligence rather than deliberate action. My advice? Keep her under very close supervision unless you trust her absolutely."

"What if she escapes?"

"You have to report her missing, much the same way as you would report a stolen credit card or car. If you don't, you can still be liable for any crimes she commits. At the very least, you're technically guilty of encouraging illegal submission. I mean, she is not your collared sub – even if you have already collared her, and I am assuming you have, she is still the property of the company that sent her to you. “

"If you do report her missing, then you can in theory be charged with negligent owning of a slave. You'd get some points on your record - usually three. You can get points for various other things as well. Get twelve points and you're banned from owning slaves for a year. The ones you have will be taken into custody and sold at private auctions."

"What about releasing her?"

Cassandra blinked and looked genuinely surprised. "Why would you want to do that?"

"Just curious. Can I?"

"Well... oddly enough, there aren't any provisions in the BDSM Act for releasing a slave. There are sections about slaves whose status isn't properly registered and so on, but that doesn't seem to be the case here, although I'll need to see her slavery papers to be absolutely certain on that one. Legally there's no framework for freeing her. You could allow her some autonomy, but she won't be recognized as a free individual. I'm guessing that some of the normal submission laws would apply."

" She'd be treated as an illegal slave if you let her loose. Oh yes, and she couldn't claim asylum or persecution or anything like that. She'd probably just be re-enslaved, and you might get some points on your slave-owning record as well." You have been a Dom a long time. You know what to do with a slut. "Don't worry about it. Anything else?"

"No. I think that's about it. I just wanted to know where I stood."

"I'll send you a report, outlining all of this in writing. We've got a few basic leaflets in reception you can take. Help yourself."

The Dom picked up the leaflets and stuffed them into his pocket. Lisa was so incredibly slow to learn what L__, L____, and E____ had picked up intuitively. Then again, some whores are natural born cum sluts. Experience had certainly taught him that. He returned to his condo and no sooner had he opened the door, he smelled smoke. Dear God. Not a fire. Had something happened? He hadn't been thinking clearly when he left work this morning. Surely the combined experience of his sluts could keep slave Lisa in check.

The smell came from the kitchen and he entered that area. His eyes immediately went to smoke pouring from the oven. Lisa was standing against the wall, looking horrified and crying, and L__ and E____ were busy trying to fan the blue smoke out of the room toward the open windows, while putting a hissing roasting pan in the sink with whatever had been in there, blackened beyond all recognition.

L____, however, stood before him with a smirk on her lips. She herself was a gourmet level cook, and he knew she was secretly pleased that Lisa was such an incompetent in the field where she shined. He turned to L_____ and grabbed her hair. “Get over there with your sister sluts to clean up this mess.” Lisa had evidently been trying to grill something, and he just knew they would never have left her unsupervised, especially after he had ordered them to watch her without fail. Whatever it was, it was now unidentifiable, blackened and charred, smoke coming from it and from the tin foil used to cover the pan. That was an expensive piece of cookery ruined. There was a rush of steam and a hissing noise. L____turned off the grill and dropped her singed towel into the sink. It was only then that she turned to Lisa and slapped her.

"What did you...?" She stopped. L____ had just done the unthinkable. She had disciplined a slut while her Dom was in the room, and without his order to do so. Worse yet, her slave responsibility had been to get Lisa dressed in some skimpy lingerie, but instead Lisa was wearing one of his shirts, one of the ones he had dropped in the laundry basket. The shirt was only partily buttoned up, as Lisa evidently couldn't button it closed over her large tits, so her cleavage was incredibly pronounced.

L____ had the same problem, even more so. Her tits were always out there for him, and he loved nothing more than throwing her on her back in front of the other girls, having her hold her clamped tits up to him in presentation, then shoving his rigid, oiled cock between them while he tit fucked her and shot cum all over her chest and face. The other sluts were always screaming under their ball gags when this happened, trying to pull against their constraints to get at his cock and receive his cum.

Lisa didn't wear anything below the waist. At least the sluts had gotten that right. One of the first rules they were ever taught was that their cunts must always be wet and available to him at any time. There were no exceptions. What are you wearing?"he asked, slightly nonplussed. Oddly, she looked even sexier dressed like that than she had in just that apron, or naked.

"I'm sorry," Lisa muttered. "I'm sorry, Master Dom ... I didn't mean to."

"Calm down. I am not annoyed." He was, a little, but the way she looked... and the shirt gaped enough that he could see his sluts had clamped her nipples to her clit.

"I took this from your laundry. I just wanted something to wear during the day. The laundry was full and there were a few things left and I was going to put them in the second basket, but I forgot..."

" Really? And what about trying to burn my kitchen down?"

Her eyes widened, hearing the tone of his voice. "I wasn't. I swear. It was an accident. Master! Sir!... I..."

"It’s a joke. I’m teasing you. " Lisa looked at him blankly. "Never mind. I take it you've never actually cooked before." Lisa shook her head. "Luckily my other sluts are expert cooks, so they will take over that duty tonight, but as a slave, you must clean up this mess for them. I'm going to go and change."

"Yes, Sir." Lisa began to undo the buttons on her shirt.

"Nooooo," he said slowly. "You must learn to become focused and listen intently to what I am saying to you. “I” am going to go change. I did not say that “you” must go change." She really did not get it. He could tell. L, L and E had always jumped through his orders with the greatest alacrity. They would do anything to give him pleasure. Anything. He could see this becoming a serious problem. The more time he spent around Lisa, the less she seemed to grasp the most basic principles behind being a cum slut and slave.

Her appearance was fine, but it was the total package: He always wanted a woman with a good mind. He wanted to be able to still a slut with just a glance: to evolve the relationship beyond words. But Lisa? It was everything about her. He thought after that first night that she seemed to have picked up obedience. She had had a weekend to observe him in action with his sluts, fucking each of them in turn in front of her: bound and gagged, going through many positions and acts to give his cock the highest pleasures. He had shot immense amounts of cum in two days. Some of it had even landed on Lisa’s own cunt, tits and face.

He thought warning her that she could be sold to someone else had been absorbed within her, and she was determined to serve him as well as she could. Unfortunately, that wasn't very well. She had learned, slowly, to use the microwave. He had decided against letting her loose on the oven, or the master grill at his Cape house, and he knew the sluts had repeatedly told her how to service him. He had lounged about and listened to them going over the sub rules again and again. A half hour later, Lisa would once more ask them, or disregard something crucial. She did get through the laundry, but she had shrunk one of his favorite tee shirts. She seemed to be getting used to being naked in front of him and the sluts, at least it appeared she was unself-conscious of it.

It wasn’t getting easier being around Lisa. She called him 'Mistress'” one time, and the sluts had to bite their lips to keep from laughing out loud, knowing he would whip their cunts raw if they dared laugh. She tugged at her collar. She would forget to keep her eyes downcast. She was always talking... and that never seemed to let up... while the other sluts knew their silence was prized.

Sunday night, the Dom had been unable to sleep, so he went to the kitchen to get some water and noticed Lisa asleep. She was wearing the underwear she had been delivered in, and one of her legs was propped over the arm rest of the sofa-- long, creamy and soft. He stared at her. She looked so helpless. A lock of her long hair trailed over her shoulder. The only light was that from the moon coming through the half-drawn curtains, and she looked curvaceous and vunerable in that light.

E____ had given him a book about the moon. Now that slut thrived in moonlight. He remembered the time he raped E____ at her Cape house, when the moon shone over the water. Ah yes. That was the first time she had ever been raped. He hardened, remembering that fearful look in her eyes, over the gag, as she listened to his voice tell her what he had been thinking of doing to her. He had systematically cut the clothes off his bound slut, biting her tits as they became exposed through the circular holes in the cloth. He had a photograph somewhere of that moment: the morning after. The mutilated jagged cloth spread on the bed.

He could have raped Lisa last night. He learned today it was not a crime to rape his slave. Lisa was his slave. He could tie her up, whip her, force her to hold his cock in his mouth while his other bound sluts watched. He could force his sluts to put on strap-on’s and fuck her hard. Lisa was a slave. There was nothing she could do about it. Nothing at all.

He stood there for a long time, watching the rise and fall of his slave's tits. He wanted to walk over and crush them in his hands, take those pink nipples between his teeth and bite hard. What was the point in having a sexy slave girl if you didn't put her to the use intended? Lisa would never make a good cleaner or cook or anything like that. A mental giant? No. But as a fuck toy, she would be superb.

He remembered the way she had looked when first delivered. “Just take her,” he thought. Tie her up between the other sluts legs then fuck her senseless. Listen to them scream with their own lust under their gags. Rape her. She's a slave. Your slave. You have many days left. 28 days of raping her, then you can return her and not pay a penny. Oh God."

The Dom unzipped his jeans and rubbed his pre-cum down the shaft of his rigid, swollen cock. He stood over her and shot a full load of his cum onto her sleeping body; admiring it's glistening luminance in the moonbeams.

Multi-Tasking

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Learning To Mac

As I prepare to travel, I am bringing a new computer system with me. I am finally learning the Apple way. This was the first picture my Dom ever sent me, and it was his vision of how I might be bound while chatting with our mutual friends. I was often made to perform in various ways in front of a computer screen for him, so it was very appropriate at the time (and educational)...but shocking. It made me gasp to think of my flesh so tightly bound.

I am also bringing several textbooks on XHTML, Dreamweaver, Photoshop, CSS, Fireworks and other software programs. I travel with two computers, one printer, a lot of software and a lot of cable. My Dom will be waiting for me with the rope. A lot of rope.

Lesson One: No Screaming Under Your Ball Gag...Unless So Ordered

College girls need to learn. It's not all about beer, bongs and hooking up. I set up my own training center so these lovelies could learn some discipline. One minute they were at a party at my beach house. Their next moment of cognizance, they were in a small room, strung up and blinking their eyes. Around them, each wall contained erotic images of sadomasochistic bondage. Today's class: self-mastery and correction.Paintings contained impossibly beautiful women stretched dramatically across wheels, or hung from their wrists, or being whipped, or kneeling, bound, sucking on rigid cocks. In one scene a lovely blonde was being ravished by a machine. Another redheaded whore was the center of a dozen naked men all grabbing at her, pulling her, spreading her legs, mounting her.




The bound girls looked dully around, not understanding, but I saw them studying the images, like good little pupils, and I knew they realized these things could be done to them. When that awareness set in, they started shaking. Group panic began as each screamed under her ball gag, but even then, drool was escaping from their mouths under the excitement and strain. I knew I had chosen the sluts wisely. The girls were naked and restrained by the rope that pulled their arms above their heads. I quietly entered the room, pulled up a chair and sat down in front of them, studying each slut; watching to see how they responded to the rope.



The first whore's eyes were closed. She seemed to be internalizing her pain. I witnessed a stream of cum drip down from her cunt, trickling down her inner thigh. I knew her legs felt cramped. She had been standing like that for some time, yet she could do nothing to relieve the strain. Not until I released her.



The second slut's tits were really thrust out at me, and I fought my own impulses to go over and start biting her nipples. I would have to clamp them later for tempting me so. I could read her mind "Where was she? Why was she there? What was I going to do to her?" She stared down past her nipples and gasped as she noted she had been denuded of pubic hair. She looked so – so naked now! She stared in astonishment, spending quite some time feeling the bareness of her cunt, wincing at the pain of the hair removal and wondering if there would be more wounding of her body. I sat and thought about how soft those exposed lips would feel encasing my cock.



My third slut had energy. A screamer. I could tell she wanted to pull free and run, but her roped wrists hung above her. I watched her eyes examining the room, roving freely: the contents of the bookcase (mostly masturbation manuals focused on bondage and masochism,) but there were also a number of vibrators, dildos, collars and leashes of varying sizes all organized by size and color. I had a flat screen television on one wall and it was a constant stream of DVD's, all sexual, and all intent on eroticizing bondage. She started screaming under her gag again, needing to do something--to get the energy out of her system. I would have fun flogging her later to calm her down. I knew she would respond to the whip. I watched her twist and squirm under her bindings.



The last whore in the row had her knee slightly bent. Provocative. Gasping in pain, but exploding in sensations. I swear I could see her cunt throb, needing release. She moaned weakly, her legs splayed wide, her hips rolling from side to side. Knowing she was experiencing being bound for the first time and loving it. Watching her arching her back, her hips jerking up violently. The slut was cumming and her orgasm was sending a rush through her body. When it ended she went limp, gasping, feeling at peace at last. She blushed and hung her head down.



I chuckled, thinking how it would be when I rammed dildos up their cunts, vibrating away and how they would have to stand there, watching each other cum over and over again. They had no way of covering themselves from my gaze. I could tell the DVD's both fascinated and frightening them. The girls in the movies were beautiful and the positions their bodies were in showed fine, accentuated breasts and lovely asses. My sluts were frightened though, because it only reinforced and demonstrated what I had planned for them. I could read their young minds: Would they be left hung there from their wrists and whipped? Like the girl in the movie? Of course, she was only acting....wasn't she?



The sluts had no illusions. They knew the pain a real whipping would bring them. Hours passed. They had time to feel anxious and agitated. There was nothing to do but worry and fear, catching each others writhing forms out of the corners of their eyes. Boredom, however, is a powerful motivator. I knew the longer they remained bound and waiting, the more they would want something to distract themselves with later.



I walked over and started rubbing their bare pussies and pinching their nipples. Stroking soft and vunerable cunt lips, feeling how nice they were to touch without any hair. My cock could stay rigid a long time in a soft cunt. I went up to one slut and slid the hood of her clit down and rubbed it, then moved next to her companion and ran a vibrator over her nipples: the tingling and buzzing head got the nipples erect and swollen, and I watched her drool under her gag. The little whore thrust her nipples out at me so I could give her some more, and I heard her gasping under her gag, loving her resonating nipples, listening to the other girls breathing as it became faster, knowing they wanted their nipples attacked, too.



She started grinding her cunt at me. I stood staring at her as I moved over and sank a long dildo into the next in line: slowly pushing it in deeper, then even deeper as her cum juice slickened the surface. With all but the last inch sunk in her soaked pussy, she started grunting at me and jerking her hips back and forth, spreading her legs wide for me. I let her not think about why she was doing what she was doing. Let her simply get used to doing it.




I dimmed the lights and sat down again. There on the screen new images appeared. It was my college sluts strung up, writhing in pain from the ongoing binding, strapped up, drooling. They flushed with embarrassment watching each other on the screen. One scene faded into another quite softly. Sometimes the film was cut to show all four in separately filmed boxes in a row, just as they stood before me. They were mortified, but fascinated as they saw each other with new eyes: arched backs, thrusting tits, bare dripping cunts--they could not help but appreciate how erotic they looked.



They never thought they would be the kind of girls who would be hung from their wrists, strung up so dramatically, stretched out, seeing thick vibrating dildos inside each other, their sex lips stretched out, the pressure on their clits at the slightest movement. They squirmed more, and felt the sensual excitement of having something big and hard inside themselves, even as the images on the screen changed again, and again. "You are filthy sluts, aren’t you?" I finally spoke to them. In one voice, they moaned, "Yes, master, we are filthy sluts." I stood before them. "You need to be well raped," I growled. "Rape us, Master!" they groaned. Their dildoed cunts had been well prepared for my cock.



"You are far from home, very far, and no one really misses you. No one is really looking for you. You are alone in this place," I said, walking by each slut and sliding my finger into their grasping mouths. "Suck on my finger, my pretty little sluts. Lick at it. Show me what you can do." They obeyed, sucking and licking at my finger, then the second finger was added. "You belong to me, now." "Oh yes, little sluts. Like many who have gone before you, you are now my little playthings, my slave girls. You know what a slave girl is, don’t you? Nod your head." They nodded their dazed heads, still sucking on my fingers. "You will have no more worries, no more fears. No need to go to that boring school. You are a slut now, a cum slut, and you will serve me with your body, and your friend's bodies."



"Don’t speak. Don’t protest. You surely are smart enough to know I am not going to let you go now. Not after all the time spent teaching you. I love having naked girls at my mercy, to torment and ravish again and again." "And don’t ask where you are, for it won’t be answered. Nowhere is as good an answer as any, for you are gone from the world you knew. In this world you are a sexual animal, a pet, not a human being. You have no rights, no will, no privileges. Even eating and drinking is done at my mercy. And you will be beaten for the slightest impertinence, for any disobedience, for showing a lack of effort."



Do you want to be beaten, to be whipped?" my temperate voice almost whispered. "You will be beaten and whipped, if only for my pleasure. But how often and how badly depends on your obedience. Will you obey?" They jerked their heads up and down in unison. "Good girls. Good little sluts," my voice said, soft and pleased. I looked up at the screen. "Do you see what lovely whores you are? How soft your flesh, how hard your nipples, how wet your cunts?" "You are in a new world now, little sluts. That is why I call you slut. Because in this world a slut is what you are, a whore who will bend and spread her legs instantly for anyone who wants her. Because that is the way this new world works. And if you hesitate – you will regret it. For you are slave girls now."



Class was over. Time for a test to see how well they had listened and learned.

Lessons To Be Learned: Duct Tape Usage

Are her eyes twinkling with anticipation, or filled with nervousness and fear?

Is she smiling with glee, or is her mouth held wide open under the duct tape, waiting for the heavily gummed tape to be ripped off and cum shot down her throat?

Is she on vacation (Igloo cooler?), or has she been bound in her Dom's garage, waiting for him to return?

A Dom's Art

“If you expect to serve me and be my slave, you will wait all night if necessary. You cum sluts are all the same, craving the cock. Maybe I should just leave, or maybe I should give you the pain you deserve. Hang there and think about your choices, but you will do as I command you."

The slut is easily swept into her Dom's world where she snatches her from her quiet, modest life, strips her like a whore, exhibits her in public and gives her the constant taste of punishment that she writes about in graphic detail. Though shocked by her terrifying descent into her savage fantasies, she finds herself unable to say no to his outrageous schemes. To even think "no" earns her the flog.

One minute L____ was laughing and drinking wine in the beach house with her friends, L__ and E____. Her best friends has now become her lovers, and each time they visit at the beach, the Dominant L__ takes her friends to their naturally submissive desires: bound, flogged and brutally used to transform their pain into sexual ecstasy, while they wait for their Dom.

Tell Me. What Do You See?

A defiant slut stares you down, yet she has waxed her pussy so that your cock will stay harder and give you extended pleasure. You have put her in a corset with her tits waiting to be clamped to remind her who's in charge. You know the type. Best to leash her before she even gets a chance to rebel. She is daring you to fuck her.

Looking down on your clamped slut, you love listening to her moan in ecstasy as the rope cuts into her clit, making her clamped nipples even that much harder. You only need to ease the rope aside to shove your cock in and have her screaming. Being bound has put her halfway there. Shoot your cum into that waiting face.

The whore has waited hours to be fucked. Every single twitch pulls the ropes tighter and makes the slut drool under her gag. She watches you, waiting for you to approach and bite her nipples before you clamp them. The rope cutting into her cunt lips is soaking wet. If you take your fingers and gently tug at the rope, she will cum all over it.

Haiku - September 6, 2007

The command to form

Pleased by my obedience

The writing begins

From A Master Dom To A Novice Dom

It begins with your submissive. There must not only be a joining of bodies, but a joining of minds. You might find your first submissive by testing her in facile tasks: loosely looping thick rope over her wrists and let them respond to the weight--or not. Did she shift and moan to the sensation? Then expose her tits. Let her feel the full power of your gaze.

This cum slut sat in a chair while I systematically unlaced her corseted boots. Any clothing that binds your whore is a constant reminder of her submission of the flesh. I demanded she sit on the floor, positioning her wet cunt into her velvet evening dress as I worked the rope between her toes and back up her legs. Even naked, she would continue to feel the constriction and remember my touch while I prepared my cock to shoot all over her exposed tits and throat. A subtle, restrained, stripping technique to calm a thrashing whore. Remember to seek balance and evenness in your rope work.

You need to begin setting boundaries. How far will your submissive be pushed, as she learns to bear the pain of the rope, or having her clothing cut from her. My tastes run to garter belts and stockings. In this case, the slut was allowed to wear pantyhose--an aberration. I only cut a portion away to let her feel the imbalance in her coverage; it's inappropriateness. A hint of things to come.

Do you notice the strict lines of the rope, versus the fluidity of the sub's gown? This is a good heightening technique to remind a slut of what it feels like to be bound and the chaffing and cutting of the rope. By the time your sub reaches this level, you can even bind her clothed, and the evolved memory will hold--of what the rope feels like cutting into her nipples and cunt.

This rope work will serve you well on many levels including the attaching of a collar and leash, connection to another whore, or presented tits for nipple clamps. I would caution you. Use this photograph as a reminder of what you must not allow to happen: when the rope is firmly in place, and the tits presented to you, your slut will want to touch herself, and you will have to keep her arms bound behind her to prevent this. It is reflexive in submissives, but easily controlled. Also, by binding your slut from behind, you will extend her tits out even further for your enjoyment.

As a Dominant, you must learn to read flesh. Do you perceive the level of arousal?

Balance must be achieved. There must be strain and tension before the climax of release.

I use this photograph as an instrument and reminder of the neccessity of repositioning the rope. It is an exacting art that takes time and practice. Often it is good to have several cum sluts on hand, so that you can line them up in a row to observe your newly acquired skills. With a sub in training, they may panic and try to escape the rope. Fighting simple rope lines can create chaos, and you must often bend their will by bending their body. This also increases their flexibility which is very important between a Dom and his sub(s). Once bound, I highly recommend pressing your rigid cock into your sub's hair and lips. There will be no further vain attempts to escape.

At some point, you are going to have to condition your submissive to lying still for long periods of time while bound. To work the rope into her ass and cunt so that it will cut at the slightest movement is often successful in creating this essential stillness.

You will have to develop your skills before you master this binding. The slut in the foreground is in a classic submissive pose. Your second slut is further back and facing your first slut with her legs encircling the whore's neck. As you increase your slut's flexibility, she should be able to bend, even bound, and eat the other whore's steaming cunt while you shoot your cum onto their bodies. When you have achieved this level of being a Dom, your eyes will give the command. There will be no need for speech.

This pose leaves your whore's legs wide open to your demanding cock, while the rest of her body is in bondage to you. Hands turned out to tease your cock with her fingertips or to grasp you while she is rubbed raw by the placement of the rope running between her ass and clit--a constant reminder that her desire is suppressed to meet your needs.

This pose is one of my creations. I call it the "dripping cunt." If you leave your cum slut in this pose for five minutes, you will see streams of cum juice running down her legs in anticipation of being tit fucked or cunt fucked. The sub knows you will decide.

You must master this positioning of your whore in your earliest stages of learning to be a Dom, as there will be many an hour when you wish to have your slut(s) remain in still repose as you come and go., observing them. A broken slut will stay like this indefinitely, waiting for you. I highly recommend you walk by occasionally and pinch her nipples hard or yank her hair from her face and wind it around your hand so she must face her Dom and gain realization she is, indeed, a cum slut.

As you slut hears the trickling of the water, it will heighten her consciousness of her dripping cunt as the rope cuts into her clit. It's a connection of sub spirit to Dom's will and the body's desire.

Two sluts? Bound? Ready to obey you? You are now a Dom.