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So if you are under 18, a right wing republican christian or anyone else who is offended by nudity, vulgarity and/or a wanton disrespect for societal norms, consider yourself warned and leave. Oh and might I add, "If thine eyes offend thee, PLUCK THEM OUT". Just don't complain!


~The more defects a man may have, the older he is, the less lovable, the more resounding his success.~
Marquis de Sade


"Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. Ladies, an announcement: I am up for it, all the time. That is not a boast or an opinion, it is bone hard medical fact. I put it round you know. And you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it. Don't. It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my tarse up your petticoats. Gentlemen. Do not despair, I am up for that as well. And the same warning applies. Still your cheesy erections till I have had my say. But later when you shag - and later you will shag, I shall expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down - I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads. Feel how it was for me, how it is for me and ponder. 'Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed? Did he know something more profound? Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shining, livelong moment. That is it. That is my prologue, nothing in rhyme, no protestations of modesty, you were not expecting that I hope. " from The Libertine and the bottom of Nic's dark soul.

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.
~Antonin Artaud

I hurt myself today.....to see if i still feel......I focus on the pain......the only thing thats real......The needle tears a hole.....the old familiar sting........try to kill it all away..........but I remember everything........what have I become, my sweetest friend .........everyone i know, goes away in the end.......and you could have it all, my empire of dirt........I will let you down..........I will make you hurt..........I wear this crown of thorns.....upon my liars chair......full of broken thoughts.........I cannot repair..........beneath the stains of time........the feelings dissapear.......you are someone else..........I am still right here.........What have I become, my sweetest friend..........everyone I know, goes away in the end...........and you could have it all, my empire of dirt..........I will let you down............I will make you hurt...........if I could start again, a million miles away..........I will keep myself..........I would find a way.......NINE INCH NAILS







Saturday, March 10, 2007
Recreating j

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j slept in the little bed that she was shackled to that first night. she laid in the dark listening to sounds and thinking about the events that occurred during the previous day. she realized that though there voluntarily; she was in fact a prisoner in her new home. her Master’s dog had more freedom than she did as it wondered through the house at night. she was finally able to drift off around 4 AM. she was sleeping on her stomach, when she felt him spread her legs and lay atop her. she woke confused and disoriented and tried to throw the intruder off of her body, but she couldn’t. He held her arm out stretched and kept her legs spread with his own. “Stop fighting me, or I will cane you again” her Master said. Memories of the pain and images of her bruised ass, flooded her mind, and she became still. “Good, I want your ass”

she laid there as he put some lube between her cheeks and then pushed his way inside. There had been no foreplay and she was so tired there was no way that she would become aroused even if he had wanted her to. The fact was he didn’t care whether she was or not, he was there to use her as a means to an end and nothing more. He fucked her ass hard and as his cock churned it inside of her, the lube was whipped into a lather. When he came she felt it and laid under him until he decided to remove himself. “Thank you Master” she said as he exited the room, but there was no response.

j listened as the shower ran and ended with the thud that comes when the flow is cut off. He had not said a word to her since his cock found its mark. He did not invite her to shower and wash away his seed; instead he literally came and went. she sat up on the bed; tightening her ass, so as not to expel his load on the sheets and stood outside the door. she felt as if she had been given a cum enema as she tried to retain the fluid, while he leisurely primped for work. “Master, may it use the toilet? it needs to go real bad”

“Under the bed, it will find a litter-box and paper; use it”

she knew he meant it and that to argue or insert a “but”, would only result in a punishment far worse than the humiliation of using a cat box. she went back to the bedroom and felt for the box and paper under the bed. she brought it out and straddled it; then lowered herself down, trying to keep her balance and position herself with her back resting against the back of the bed. she wadded up some toilet paper and held it against her cunt as she relaxed her muscles. First came the cum and the nights meal, then her urine as the paper became saturated. Even though she was alone; she felt a wave of humiliation as the stench of her own feces filled her nostrils. she cleaned herself as best she could, threw the paper in the box and waited for the bathroom door to open. When he finally emerged she darted for the door. The chain attached to the shackle prevented her from closing it completely as she tried to clean herself and wash her hands, she was learning that privacy was a luxury that she would have to earn.

When he finished dressing, he called for her. she entered his room and went down on her knees. “What does Master wish of it?” she asked but again got no response. Instead, he walked behind her and removed the shackle and left the room. she followed him out the door and to the kitchen with head and eyes lowered.

He had prepared the coffee maker the night before and by the time he entered the kitchen it had quit brewing. Again j dropped to her knees and waited. His dog entered the kitchen and went to the back door, waiting patiently to be let out. “Well what are you waiting for, he can’t let himself out.” the Master roared. j crawled to the door and opened it. The dog paid her no attention, but went through the door and screen door to take care of his morning business. j waited by the door until it returned, let it back in and then crawled back over to her Master who was seated at the table. “Does it drink coffee, if so go fetch a cup” He was deliberate in his use of the word fetch; he wanted her to understand her place. she returned with the cup and knelt on the floor. “I am quite certain that it will learn how to avoid certain problems; for instance the use of the bathroom after I am up. it will learn to get up before me and empty its bowels and bladder. it will clean itself, for morning use and make itself pleasant for me.” she lowered her head and nodded.

“I am going to go to work each morning and return at noon to use it; it will be prepared for me. it will clean, do laundry, serve the dog and be waiting for me at the door when I return. Tonight we will begin its ritual training. it may not use the computer or phone while I am gone; it will be given 15 minutes a week to call friends or family to leave messages or e-mails. If I find that it has used either in my absence; it will be punished. Once I am gone it may take the cat box to the trash and empty it; there is fresh litter in the closet and air freshener in the bathroom. It is not to open drawers and pry; I will know if it does. it may read and listen to music, but not watch TV. There is a stationary bike that it can use to exercise if it has time. Now I am going, be prepared at noon for my return.” That said he left without saying good-bye. j remained on the floor until she heard the car leave.

“Well dog, I guess it’s you and me.”

she got up from the floor and got another cup of coffee; it was 7 AM. While she sat at the table sipping the coffee, she stared out the window at a world she no longer felt a part of; it was as if the house were a cage. she returned to her room and donned the robe he had left; it was 3 sizes too large and she floated in it, but it would cover her when she went outside to empty the foul smelling litter box. It was a disgusting job and she tried to ignore the fact that it was hers; that she had been reduced to animal behavior, but the evidence was in the box in front of her. she moved as fast as she could to the container near the garage and dumped the contents, then tried to get back to the house unseen. “Good morning” a woman said and j turned around with the litter box still in hand. “I just wanted you to know that I was across the street if you need anything. My sister in-law had cancer and I saw how the disease devastated her. You poor thing I’m sure, you’ll be fine.” j stood there with mouth agape; she had no idea what the woman was rambling about and felt embarrassed that she was caught dumping her shit.

“Thank you, I need to go” she said and made a bee-line for the door. Once in she watched the woman return to her perch on her own porch. The litter box was refilled and sprayed with air freshener then placed back under the bed with the toilet paper. “Fat chance I’ll be using that again” she muttered. It was the first time she had seen the room unsupervised and she now noticed that aside from the things that were locked away, that there were a number of things left out. He had long buggy whips leaning in a corner and the top of the dresser bore the gag he had threatened to use the night before. To the right of the dresser she found balls of rope and a small metal case. she pondered opening the case believing “if it was off-limits it would be locked or put away.” and since it wasn’t put away, the next test would be the lock. she undid the latches sand shoved the little lock bar to the side; it wasn’t locked. she lifted the lid revealing the Violet Wand and all of its attachments inside. j had seen demonstrations of the wand, but wasn’t eager to experience it and definitely not interested in the cock shaped glass probe. she shut the lid and put it back next to the rope.

she made her bed and went into her Master’s room to make his, but when she looked at the cum stained sheets wasn’t sure whether to make it fresh or just straighten it up. He had told her he would be back at 12 noon which was now only 3 hrs away and if he used her in the way she thought he would; then the sheets would get more cum stains on them and she could wash them then. she decided just to tighten the linen and fluff the pillows. she noticed the bullet vibes on his nightstand, “These must be like the one he stuck in me”; she had only seen it at the end of the forceps and wasn’t focused on it when he brought it out through the speculum. Now she could see that it was about 2 inches long. “No wonder he got it in so easy” she thought. It was silver and had a little black button on one end.

“Hmm time for a little self indulgence” she said looking down at the dog. she carries the vibe back to her bed, discarded the robe and laid on her stomach with her ands beneath her. she found the button and turned on the toy, laying it on three fingers which she pressed against her clit and mons; while the index finger of the other hand massaged her clit from below. The results were immediate; she became aroused and started grinding into her hand causing the vibe to resonate off of her pelvic bone. It was as if her swollen clit were surrounded and was eager to be taken. she brought herself to orgasm and felt the wetness on her fingers; she had two more climaxes and then just laid there in the after glow. she hadn’t slept much the night before and that morning had been awakened early to service her master, with her ass; it was only natural to close her eyes and sleep after cumming.

The sting of the whip against her ass was a rude awakening. “you sorry excuse for a slut, what good are you. The morning cups are on the counter, my bath towel is just where I left it and you lie here asleep in a puddle of your own cum” Three more times the tip of the buggy whip found its mark, as poor disoriented j tried to protect herself and respond.

“I’m sorry Master” she screamed

““I’m” did I hear you say I’m” he said as he continued to whip her. she moved from the bed to a corner, where she dropped to the floor crying and flailing her hands in front of her trying to stop the assault.

“it Master; it’s sorry please don’t hurt it” she pleaded.

He looked at the bed and the wet spot where her hand had been. “it has been playing with my toys and my pussy without permission and it must learn” He grabbed one of the out stretched hands, and yanked her forward. “it will bring its useless body with me” he said as he pulled her into the living room. He put her up against his St. Andrews and clasped irons around her wrists and ankles. “I gave it instructions and it disobeyed. I gave it freedom and it took advantage. it is stupid for one with an education and needs to be reeducated. There are no rules except those I make and the penalty for breaking my rules is pain. I know it doesn’t like pain; if it did I would punish it differently, but it has made this simple.” He left the room and returned with a crop. He stood back and cropped her breasts and nipples as she cried harder. “you will wake the dead with that howling he said as he shoved the ball gag in her mouth and fastened it. He stood back and began cropping her pussy which was both painful and stimulating. He knew exactly what he was doing as he brought the crops paddle down. “it is no longer screaming” he said, throwing the crop to the floor, “I think it likes this, let’s see how much”.

He took his index finger and probed her cunt; it was wet and willing. He took three fingers and started fucking her it and she push her hips out with each of his thrust. she was dripping wet now and her pussy wanted more, but not what he was about to do. “So you like fucking Master’s fingers, huh?” she nodded excitedly hoping to avoid anymore pain. “Well let’s see how you like his hand.” He held his wide hand in front of her and her eyes widened. He curled his fingers around his thumb and pushed them inside of her. Then began fucking the little cunt as her juices continued to lubricate the hand. He pressed as deeply as he could and she tried to go down as the hand came up. His fingers touched her cervix with the tips and she wanted more. she ground on his hand with her eyes closed as he watched her face. His free hand pulled the ball gag out and down as she continued to push down.

“My little cunt needs more training before she gets this hand.” He said pulling his hand away. He brought the wet digits to his nose, “it smells tasty, but I need something more nourishing.” The he licked the fingers, “Maybe for desert tonight; what do you think dog” He held his hand out and the dog first sniffed and then licked her juice from his hand. “The best thinks you taste good too” He went to the kitchen leaving her on the cross and washed his hands. she heard him open and close the refrigerator a couple of times “Come on dog, go out and do your thing while I eat” she heard the back door open and then the screen door open and close.

In the distance she heard him shout, “Hello Mrs. McGregor, beautiful day isn’t it.” and then as if responding to an unheard reply, ”Yes we hope she makes it through the year, if she does, she will certainly appreciate life more.” The screen door opened and closed again and the dog came into the living room and laid down in front of her. “Since I can’t trust it and haven’t the time to properly punish it; I am just going to leave it here.” He put a plastic mattress cover on the floor beneath and in front of her and then threw a towel down on top of that. “I’m not sure when I’ll be back and it may need to pee, so pee. it can clean up its mess when I return.”

“Master please, don’t leave it like this” she whined.
“Stop whining” he demanded as he slapped her once across the face. she began to sob as she heard the back doors open and close. There was a deafening silence in the house, broken only by the dogs bark occasionally. her arms grew tired and sore as the circulation diminished. she tried moving her shoulders to relieve the discomfort, but it did little good. she waited, she talked to herself and she talked to the dog; anything to bring sound into the room. The dog got up and went into the kitchen and she heard it drinking water, which only reminded her of her own thirst. When the dog returned it did not lay down, but instead walked up to her. she bent her head down as the dog stuck its cold wet nose in her crotch.

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she squirmed to try and prevent the inevitable. “No, go away!! Bad dog, stop!!”, but the dog had already been given a taste of her by their Master and believed that this was his to taste if he desired. He pushed his nose against her hot clit and began to lick in earnest. His six inch tongue lapped at the wet pussy as it had just lapped at the water and in doing so found fresh juices flowing. j didn’t want to respond; she didn’t want this to happen and fought as best she (or any other prisoner on a cross) could, but in the end surrendered her cunt to the canine. As he licked and she came, he licked harder and his tongue went deeper; it was no longer a case of not fighting it, but rather a case of wanting it. It was depraved and a major taboo, but now it was desired. The dog licked harder and she felt something well inside of her; it wasn’t just another orgasm, it was a title wave and as if the dog sensed it he licked harder forcing the flood gates to open. she gushed over his nose and mouth and then had several smaller orgasms. The initial wave backed the dog off momentarily as her juices flowed like piss from her cunt. “Oh my god.” she said as the dog licked her thighs. The excess fluid had hit the mattress cover and towel. “Had he put it there for pee or this” she wondered. “He knew; he must have”. The dog walked away and got more water, then returned and laid down again. Once again the quiet closed in as the room began to darken with the setting sun.

It was almost 6PM when she heard the door open and she had been on the cross an unbearable 6 hrs. “Master!” she said showing both concern and relief. There was no response; instead he flipped on the kitchen light and set a couple of paper bags down on the table. He walked past her, paying her no attention and entered the bathroom. she could hear him raise the seat and pee in what seemed like an unending stream. her own bladder was full to the point of pain and his stream just increased her desire for relief.

When he left the bathroom, he walked up to the cross. her face was tear stained face hung down. “Has it had time to think?” she nodded. He removed the wrist restraints and her arms fell like dead weights. As the blood flow returned her aches increased. He released her ankles and she stumbled forward and dropped to her knees on the mattress cover. He notice the fluid which still sat on the plastic and reached down. “This doesn’t smell like pee “ he said.

j felt nothing but shame as she confessed to having gushed because the dog had excited her. He looked at the dog and shook his head, “I told you it was mine”. The dog lifted its head momentarily and then lowered it. “So the dogs tongue made it gush; I guess in some perverted way that makes it his bitch. Bitches walk on all fours as will you; now clean up this mess and then clean itself up. I have some things for it to make this transition complete.”

j removed the towel and pad and carried them on her hands and knees to the washing machine, then crawled into the bathroom. she sat on the toilet and drained her pour bladder and then got into the tub; still on her hands and knees. she turned on the water and allowed the shower to rain down on her. It was such a simple pleasure, but at that moment in her life it was the greatest experience she could have. He let her shower for five minutes, before calling to her to finish up. she pulled the towel down and dried her body. When she turned to exit, she saw a bag on the floor and he was in the doorway. “Put that on” he said, as he put a dog collar around her neck, cuffs on her wrists and attached a leash. The bag contained a nylon wig that was a bright reddish orange.

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Once it was in place he led her into the kitchen and put a bowl on the floor and poured wine into it. she instinctively started lapping up the wine. “Good, perhaps this is what it is good for, now sit up and beg.” she did as told and he put a chew bone in her mouth. The dog watched with interest, but kept its distance. she was his Master’s bitch now.

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“it will learn and as it does it will be rewarded. Now it is time to eat, I brought home Chinese.” He put a large metal bowl with rice, lo mein, Kung Pao chicken and a Spring Roll in it. she crawled over and looked at the food and then at her Master, much as the dog often did. It became obvious that there would be no silver or chop sticks so she ate what she could, by shoving her face into the bowl and used her fingers to gather the rest. This was her first and only meal of the day, and the wine had already intoxicated her. Even with a buzz on, she knew she would have to be a very “good girl” to be elevated to the level of human again. When dinner was done, she was allowed to stand to wash the dishes (and her face); this was the first time she had stood since leaving the cross and she felt a little wobbly. He disappeared while she cleaned up and when he returned, he found her sitting on her legs with her hands on the floor panting; she looked like a puppy happy to see her Master and she was. she crawled over and scratched at his crotch. “So it wants another bone, does it?” He took the leash, lead her into his bedroom and pulled back the sheets, exposing the cum stains from the night before. His eyes shot down to the puppy slut on the floor. This time she took a chance and turned away; then lowered her torso outstretched her arms and offered up her ass and cunt for a beating or other use.

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“it is a cute little thing and has already been punished for its behavior today. Now get up here and assume this same position.” she did as ordered, as he undressed. “Ritual, means nothing if it just a game or scene. you have to understand that every freedom and every reward you have comes with a price and I determine that price” she was beginning to understand just that. He had taken away her ability to charm; her attempts at being cute and feisty failed miserably and cost her dearly. Now she was no better and maybe not even equal to his pet.

“So my little slut bitch got off on the dog’s tongue. its cunt couldn’t control itself it squirted. it must have really liked its pussy being licked that deep; well did it?

“Master it didn’t want that to happen, the dog wouldn’t stop and kept licking harder even though it screamed at the dog. its pussy, your pussy didn’t know how to control itself.”

“I want to see.” He turned to the dog and called it over. The dog was suspicious, but came over. The Master took his fingers and started massaging j’s cunt; her juices flowed onto his fingers, just as they had earlier. she wanted him to continue, but knew he had his own agenda. Once his fingers were well coated with her cunt’s syrup, he put his hand out for the dog which immediately began licking. He led the dog to the source perched up on the bed and the dog began to lick j’s cunt. she wasn’t sure what to do; he had said he wanted to see her feed the dog and yet she didn’t want to do it. her pussy began to respond just as it had earlier and she wanted to climax. she begged her Master, but he said “No, it will wait” j tried to control them, but the intensity of the dogs licking only caused her to want to cum more.

“Please Master, make the dog stop. it is a good girl and its pussy isn’t the dog’s, but yours” she sobbed.

“I know, to use as I please and I please to use it this way.” The dog paid no attention to her plea or his response, but licked harder. j felt the dogs tongue deep inside of her and then suddenly it was gone and a cock entered her. her mind didn’t know how to respond; her initial thought was the dog had mounted her. It was only when she felt his hands on her hips that she knew it was her Master’s cock. The dog had warmed her up and when she felt his solid cock in her there was little time to beg. He knew she wouldn’t be able to control herself much longer and was impressed that she had been able to resist as long as she had. “Cum my little bitch, cum now!” he demanded, and her climax washed over his cock like a wave. He fucked her until she was about to collapse and then pushed his seed as deeply as he could inside of her. He kept his cock inside of her as her cunt quivered around it. When he finally removed it she remained still with her eyes closed; he could see her eyes move under the lids as if she were dreaming, but they both knew it wasn’t a dream.

“It is time to clean me, go get a cloth”

j returned to her body from the place where she had gone and got up to do as told. she bathed his cock and legs, then sucked anything that was left from it. when she was done she crawled to the other bedroom and waited to be shackled. “j come here” he commanded. “I said nothing about being done with you. Go was your cunt and return; you will sleep here tonight.” j rapidly crawled to the bathroom and cleaned herself, brushed her teeth and returned to his bed. “There will be no chain tonight, but it is allowed no further than the bathroom until morning. Now get in bed” He said parting the sheets; she crawled in and he wrapped his arms around her cupping her breasts.

The next morning she woke still wrapped in his arms she crawled into the bathroom, brushed her teeth and used the toilet “No cat box for this puppy” she thought. she crawled back to the bed and tried to get in without waking the Master, but he was ready for her.

“Is my little cunt clean?”

“Yes Master, it is shaven, washed and ready to do as you wish.”

“I wish to eat it; it must be very tasty for the dog to love it that much.”

“it has tasted itself and found it not bad tasting compared to others it has licked”

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“Ah yes, it does have something to compare itself to. We will discuss furthering its bi-sexual experience later. I have some women I may share it with, but right now I want it on my mouth. it will crawl up, but first let me fill its cunt with a couple of those little bullets it has come to love” j was on her knees and leaned back on her elbows as her Master pushed the buttons on the bullets and then inserted them one at a time. They chattered against each other emitting a noise from her pussy. “I better push them further up” He said, shoving three fingers into her already wet cunt. The bullets were pushed up against her g-spot and her pleasure zone began to respond. “Now get on my mouth”. she was eager to please and placed her cunt on his open mouth. He took her juices in and then sucked on her clit, causing her to push down harder on his mouth. He held one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and twisted while his other hand firmly held her ass cheek.

He wanted her to feed him and she was ready to deliver his first serving. “Master it wants to give you its cum, may I please.”

He quit sucking and spoke into the open pussy, “Yes feed me”, her climaxes rolled over her body and she shuddered with each. The sweet syrup of her cunt trickled into his mouth and like the dog he licked harder to catch it all. He brought his hand down from her nipple and grabbed the other ass cheek; then as he pulled her harder against his mouth, he let his index finger into her anus. she felt the penetration and as the finger pressed in came as she had the night before. He felt the hot flow enter his mouth and swallowed gulp after gulp. j’s body was his and he used it well. When he was done, he rolled her onto the bed beside him and shoved his cock into her pussy with the vibrators buzzing around it. He fucked her hard with no purpose in mind other than to have her beg, for more and she did. she begged and begged and was about to cry, when he said “NOW” . They came together and they came hard.

she wrapped her arms around him, “Master it is yours, your cum makes me live”

“it has much to learn” he said and walked into the bathroom. He was developing feelings for her, but was not about to show them. He bathed as she waited on her knees outside the door. she had dried herself with a sheet, but could feel his cum as it trickled down her thigh. she crawled into her bedroom and pulled out the cat box, squatted above it and with paper in hand pissed. she then dried her pussy and crawled back to the door. “See if it can get the bullets out, by itself” he yelled through the door. j rose on her knees and spread her legs, then pushed. she contracted muscles and pushed again delivering the two shiny bullets still buzzing into her hand. she pictured herself as a hen delivering her first eggs.

“Master it just laid two bullets”

“Good girl, I knew you could do it”

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j was forced to be on her knees or all fours anytime her Master was around for over a month. When he was gone she would wash bedding and make the beds fresh daily. she cleaned and tended to the dog, but never let the dog lick her unless the Master desired it. At night he would he would challenge her pain thresholds, just as he challenged her sexual thresholds. On one occasion he brought in two saw horses from the storage unit, placed a cane between them and had her mount it. she stood on her toes so the cane would not press against her clit while her Master flogged her. Inevitably she would come down and feel the stiff rod as it punished her clit. she learned not to cry or beg as it would only prolong the torture. she learned more about him and herself daily; until she responded intuitively without a command being given.

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A month and a half had passed since her arrival. she was only allowed out to empty the cat box or trash and did her best to avoid the woman across the street. The spring had been wet and cold, so she really didn’t mind staying in, but as the weather warmed she allowed herself a bit more time, even if it meant talking to Mrs. McGregor.

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Having a shaved head had made the woman assume that j had cancer and was being treated and since the real explanation would have exposed her Master as a Sadist; she played along. One evening Mrs. McGregor cornered the Master when he arrived home. “Is everything OK with the girl, she doesn’t seem to be getting better.”

The Master looked at the woman and said, “Oh yes, she has vastly improved and I think is ready for a change.” He entered the house and j greeted him on her knees. “Stand up. its puppy days are over. it has learned and earned its place. I want it to let its hair grow, so quit shaving that beautiful scalp.” j felt as if she had just won the lottery. she stood and kissed his hand.

“Thank you Sir, it will be a good girl”

“I know it will, because it knows what I give can also be taken away.” j lowered her head and nodded. “Now, pick up the bowl and remove that hideous wig; I will not have you sit at my table looking like a tramp” she had just been invited to the table and knew it was a privilege she would not abuse. she heard him say “you” and her heart leapt; it was the first time she felt remotely human, but she never said so. she knew that being “you” did not mean she should assume “I” when addressing him. she continued to refer to herself as it.

By the end of the second month her hair had grown enough that she could comb it. One night as she showered he pulled back the curtain. “I have laid out your clothes, we are going on a trip in the morning.” j almost jumped into his arms, but showed restraint.
“Yes Sir, it will get dressed after it services Master. Where shall it sleep tonight Sir?”

“With me” is all he said.

“Yippee” she thought to herself trying to choke back her enthusiasm.

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I am a dominant man. I am just that. I am not dominant because of any superiority on my part. Not because I feel I am more intelligent,or wiser. I do not dominate because of the strength or mass of my body. I am not, nor would I want to be dominant with all women. Yet to you, I am Master.



I am your Master only after earning your trust and and embracing your submissiveness. I have looked into your heart and mind and clearly see your desires and passions. You have thrown away your fears and inhibitions. You tell me of the needs of your heart and body. You have given me total access to your soul, and I accept the responsibility and honor.



You are a woman. You are not weak and inferior because of it. You are a treasure to be cherished. We are not equal. I have the strength of body and mind, and the instinctive need to protect, possess, defend, and provide for you. You are a woman and instinctively stronger of will and heart. Your belief in me gives me courage and direction. Your strength disperses my doubt. Your needs and desires encourage and give purpose to my efforts.



We are not equal. We are halves of a whole. We compliment each other and make each other complete. My desire to dominate you is instinctive. It is not to degrade you nor is it degrading to you because you are secure in being totally feminine. We recognize and accept our worth, and our need for someone to trust and fulfill our needs.



You are sure, strong and proud in your womanhood. You do not submit as acceptance of inferiority, but from strength and passion. You expect a man to stand strong and be a man. You desire and flourish in the strength and control of a man. In return you present the control of your body, unqualified trust and honesty and the faithfulness of your heart.



You submit because I have earned your trust. Because I have opened my heart and soul to you. Because I have listened to your words with my ears and heart and have learned to anticipate your needs and emotions. And because I have proven worthy in your eyes, you have given me the only true treasure of life; You have given me dominance over you.



What you give is not abnormal, but pure, natural and the rarest gift a woman can give a man. You have given me complete and unshakable assurance of your commitment to me. Your submissiveness is a magnificent gift and sacred responsibility. I accept this from you with humility and joy. I understand the rarity and purity of this gift. I recognize it is your body and soul, your heart and mind.

I dominate only because you have allowed me too and when I see you kneel before me, in my mind and heart, you are raised above all other women, and all the treasures on the earth. What you give freely cannot in reality be bought.

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And From a Submissive Woman

I find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive to another in a loving relationship. I am not weak, or stupid. I am a strong woman, with firm views and a clear concept of what I want out of my life. I do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength. I look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never am I more complete than when he is with me. I know that he will protect my body, my mind, and my soul with his strength and wisdom.

He is everything to me, as I am everything to him. His touch awakens me and his thoughts free me. Only in serving him do I find complete freedom and joy. His punishments are harsh, but I accept them thankfully, knowing that he has my best interests always foremost in his mind. If he desires my body for pleasure, I shall joyfully give it to him, and take pleasure myself from knowing that I have brought him happiness. However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of any relationship. The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt, those are all parts of this relationship.

My body is his, and if he says I am beautiful, then I am. No matter what I look like to others, I am beautiful in his eyes, and because of that I hold my head high... .. for who can tell me that my Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in me? If he says I am his princess, then I am that...regal and graceful. And if I see laughter at me in the eyes of others, I do not recognize it, for who are they to call my Master wrong?

If he says I am his toy, his slut, his tramp, then I am that...as wanton and dirty as he wants me to be, and if others do not see this, then it is they who are blind, not my Master. My mind is his, to expand, to explore, to know as only he can. I have no secrets from him...for secrets are a thing that would keep me from being more perfectly his. Secrets would put a wall up between my Master and myself...and I do not want walls.

His lessons are not always ones I would seek on my own, but they are lessons he has decided I need, and so I learn from him. My soul is his, as bare to his touch as ever my skin could be when I kneel naked at his feet. Never a moment goes by when I do not feel his presence, be he miles away or standing over me.

I spend my days knowing that the energy and thought he puts into our relationship is as much for my benefit as for his, and look forward to each lovingly crafted scene that we do together.

His part is much harder than mine, and I know this and am grateful that he cares enough about me to spend his time and energy so freely on me. I have the easier job: to feel, to experience, to let myself go and abandon everything to him. I am his pleasure and his responsibility, and he takes both seriously. I am a submissive woman. I am proud to call myself that. My submission is a gift that I do not give lightly, and can only be given to one who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold.

Only to he who has that strength will I give myself fully, because I am strong and proud.

I am a submissive woman.


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