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What I'll do to you is...
TRAIN
I'll train you to serve and please me. How?
PRAISE and PUNISH
I'll praise you when you are good and punish you when you are bratty, naughty or good. A good slave should always be punished, no? The punishments are quite different, of course and always fit the circumstance.
USE
I'll enjoy your body, mind, and soul every day as my slave, cherished pet, sex toy, friend, lover, companion. Television? Never heard of it! Posing a beauty like you for pictures taken with the camera of my mind is alone enough for a whole evening.
LOVE
You will struggle, sometimes very deeply, sometimes not at all, but, you'll ultimately love serving your Master and you'll love him as he will love you. That's ok. Love won't hurt. It can't be helped. A Master/slave relationship that works can not be described because it is far more intimate, deep and fulfilling than anything else. You can only learn this from experience. Love is necessary before the next step.
SHARE
Share who? You.
Why? Not because of boredom. It's because some of your fantasies, the slave within you can't help dreaming about these things perhaps more often than you care to admit. That's OK. Every sub does. There's enough trust and love here now to make it safe.
How? I'm always there, to keep you safe - the number priority and to hold enough control to push you to your limits and watch your primal face as it reflects the pleasure inside. Always under my control, though. Always.
With whom? Him/Her/Them... We'll see. It will fit the times and places. Perhaps you will beg for one of my dark fantasies or perhaps you'll beg for mercy from one of your own.
OWN
Now, I will own you. In reality, You are no longer playing or pretending. You are owned. You belong to me. Am I a good master? What will your life be like owned by me? I'll tell you, of course, but I could be dishonest and say whatever I need to achieve my goal without conscious. I am not this man but I know these men and I will protect you from them with all my strength as I would a child from a vile beast. A submissive who opens herself to slavery without the wisdom of experience can be easy prey for predators. You must learn how to determine Master's character from many sources before your submission to him.
KEEP
You belong to me! Mine! Forever. With the pleasure of ownership comes responsibility to keep you priceless. I will protect you from the world and it's evils and care for your soul when it hurts no matter who or what is the cause. I can't do this myself, often perhaps, but somewhere there will be a doctor, lawyer, healer or other professional who can. Money is no object here.
I will push you to refine your body to be ever better with good food, exercise and by using you daily for my pleasure. I will push your brain by reading literature to you, listening to music, going to plays and museums. There's nothing like reading a story or novel while you are comfortably bound at my feet. We will have fun. Whatever, however and whenever we choose. The body and soul need to laugh and play like children together every now and again. The other Masters will become my slaves as they beg for a taste of my priceless slave - they one they all secretly dream of while they trade their worthless ones back and forth all day long. Oh but you are mine. Will I share? Perhaps. Perhaps not. We'll see. What can they offer me in trade other then worthless property?
And when we are old and our children watch us, chagrined and disdained, saying "look at those too! They are acting like children again!" My reply will be simple....
"One day I came across a slave that was so rare and priceless that I resolved myself that I must truly own her. I earned this with patience, discipline, kindness and honesty. We are two adults, a kind, strong Master and his priceless, beloved Slave and as such we are free to play in the real world anyway we choose. Most others are children playing "master and slave" in a make-believe world, longing to grow up but and live as we do but will never grow up and experience the closeness of real ownership."
FOREVER
I'd keep you for ever, make you naughty things to please me, a never ending life of passion, surprise, pleasure and pain.
Oh, sorry, perhaps you wanted to hear about being tied up and spanked or perhaps butt plugs and clothespins and riding crops.
Rope, leather cuffs, blindfolds and candle wax. Chains, canes and pain. Or, silk, velvet and lace. Anal lube. Ear bites.
Begin naked, in high heels at all times around the house. Kneeling down before me when I arrive home. Rising up as I kiss your hand and life you to your feet. Being in safeway at 1:00am on a leash. Handcuffed (behind back) while at the hardware store to pick out some new "toys".
Sneaking about a flirting with someone. Getting caught. Trembling and worried. Being ordered to beg your flirtee to use you for pleasure he might desire. Wearing a shirt - "sex toy" on the back and "play with me!" on the front. Wearing a skirt without panties too. House boat on a long weekend. Isolated. Quiet. You, me, and some men that are there for one thing only.
A party. A star is introduced to the crowd. You are the star, the only star and you are wanted and loved by all. watching old movies. Making new movies. Punishments? Hmmm. Speaking disrespectfully - a good mouth fucking. Making a mistake - perhaps a "time out" to ponder how to do better. Being a spoiled brat? Just you wait and see....
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OK LA People... If you're actually into BDSM, then you'll be at the Bondage Ball, where I'll be in a couple of hours. See if you can spot me there. If you do, introduce yourself and I'll buy you a drink..... |
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So there I was. Minding my own business at a party. There were 5 live bands including Stephy's band, a DJ, about 150 people, etc. The first had just finished their set and Stephy's band was next. Suddenly I was struck with the possibility, however preposterous and unconscionable it seemed, that Anna might show up. The thought lingered inside my head like an elephant fart inside a circus tent on a hot summer night. So I went outside to talk to the door guy. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention.... The party was at my place and the door guy was none other than my bouncer friend from B.A.G.G.
I told him that if Anna showed up at the door he should call me first. He asked me to describe her to him just to be sure he'd recognize her. Just at that instant I noticed two people approaching us and my jaw dropped to the floor. I was flabbergasted. It was indeed Anna. She was with Wayne, a good and unbiased mutual friend. I told my bouncer friend "Nevermind, she's right here!"
She asked if she could talk to me. So I waved her towards me so we could talk. First, she apologized for that email she sent after the fight and I assured her that I felt no ill will towards her and that I understood how upset she was. She then asked if she could go in to the party. I asked her if she thought it was OK for her to be at my place. The conversation continued...
Anna: "Yeah, I think it's OK."
Me: "What about your boyfriend, what will he think?"
Anna: "...It'll be OK."
Me: " Won't he be upset?"
Anna: "..mmmmmm.. well.... I ... I don't think he will."
Me: "Anna! Look me in the eyes!"
Anna: (looks up at me, rather startled)
Me: (slowly and deliberately) "Will your boyfriend be upset when he finds out you've been here?"
Anna: (looking guilty) "...Yeah... He'll be upset."
Me: "And you still want to come in?"
Anna: "... But ... I .... I ... just wanted to say goodbye to Stephy."
I needed a moment to ponder all of this. So meanwhile I tried to explain to her what her boyfriend was so upset about that he picked a fight with me that night a few weeks ago. Then I explained to her that what happens behind closed doors is what the people behind the doors agree to say happened, not what really happened. I don't think she got my point, but by then I had made my decision.
Waiting there patiently just a few feet away was Wayne. He is very trustworthy and well thought of by all. So I asked him to go in with her and stay with her at all times as a "chaperon". I agreed to stay outside and told them to take their time. I needed a break anyway and didn't mind greeting people at the door.
So, they went in. And less than five minutes later they came out. Anna didn't say a word to me, not even a "thanks" or anything. I ran up to them and said "no hurry, feel free to stay". She said that Stephy's band was playing so she just waved to her.
Well, what can I say? I guess she was in a hurry to find another way to get back at her boyfriend. I was nearly certain that of all possible mutual friends, Anna's boyfriend would trust Wayne to tell the truth when he justifiably becomes suspicious. And with me outside and Wayne glued to her side the whole time she was inside, I stopped her childish power game
dead in its tracks. Poor little Anna. She had to go through the motions of saying goodbye to Stephy just to avoid making it obvious to everyone else what she was really up to.
After all, if she wanted to say goodbye to Stephy without hurting her boyfriend she easily could have. Invite her to lunch somewhere nearby, for example. Or come over during the day when I'm at work. Funny thing, she never came back after Stehpy's band was finished, to actually say goodbye. To my knowledge she never phoned, text messaged or emailed Stephy either.
Well one thing is clear. She has no power over me now. The spell is broken and this little episode proves it (and much more).
Just what is love anyway? I don't know. But I do know that spelled backwards, love is evol. It breaks my heart to see it in someone so young, so pretty and with so much to offer.
Why do you think I'm called the "hermit of darkness" anyway? |
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So there I was. Minding my own business at Bondage-A-Go-Go (B.A.G.G.). It was the first time I'd returned since the fight. I figured it was time to go back. My good friend and roommate Stephy, who dances there is leaving for a two month trip on Monday, everyone knows that. Kind of a casual goodbye thing.
"How is it going, Bill?" asked a friend. "Midnight and all is well" came my reply. Somewhere around that time Anna appeared. We passed each other several times, both politely looking the other way. "Perfect" I thought. No sign of the boyfriend either.
Often a small group of friends stop by after the club to hang out a little before going home. We were all standing around talking about cabs rides, etc., when I caught wind of something startling. I went to Stephy to immediately express my concern.
Me: "I heard that Anna wants to come over tonight? Everybody knows that's a bad idea, especially her! Don't they?"
Stephy: "I told her No."
Bill: "..... Hmmm... Ahh.. Let her come over. It's cool."
Stephy: "I already told her she couldn't."
Bill: "Awww It'll be fine. Really. Let her come over. It's OK."
Stephy: "Elephant!"
Bill: "...OK."
And that was the end of it. The wind left my sails and I dropped the subject. The night went on, without Anna, and continued to be fun. I was wasn't angry or upset. "Elephant" was the end, but the beginning was earlier that day.....
You see, before the club I pulled Stephy aside. I said "Look, I want to have fun tonight and I know I can keep to myself. But I'm not certain about anyone else. So, it's possible that something could happen. Maybe he wants to go to round 2 with me. And that might seem like fun at the time but I know that's not the right thing to do for anyone involved. Or who knows what else could happen. But, I trust you and I trust your judgment. So I'm giving you a special power. If you see something and you think I'm making a bad decision, just say the word "elephant". If you do that I will stop whatever I'm doing, listen and do what ever you tell me to." She said "OK, but if something is going down and I don't know about it you have to let me know, OK?" I said "OK".
Stephy is a women of little words so I needed to reassure myself that she understood. An hour or so later, while she was in the middle of a conversation with her boyfriend I turned to her and said "what's the word". Without hesitation she looked at me and said "elephant" and continued the conversation with her boyfriend without him even noticing. Awesome!
I never anticipated anything like what actually happened. My only contact with Anna came right after the fight with an angry email from her ending with "leave me the fuck alone", to which I replied "as you wish". And I've gone far out of my way to steer clear.
I knew not to ask for any explanation when Stephy said "elephant" and she knew not to offer one. By the time I got home no explanation was needed because once my head returned from planet animaltrainer the reason was obvious. Instead, I told her that it was the right decision and she handled it perfectly and I thanked her profusely. She seemed relieved and appreciated the feedback. She was probably scared I'd be upset at her for doing this if I disagreed with her decision. If that were the case, though, I could only be upset with myself for trusting her and giving her the power in the first place. I think she understands that now as well.
I needed an explanation for something else though. I needed to explain to myself why I immediately contradicted myself by thinking it would be OK when one second prior I knew it wasn't. After all, Stephy's got better things to do than follow me around saying "elephant" all her life. In other words, I need to learn from my mistakes so I don't keep repeating them. That way I can make new kinds of mistakes.
What was going through my mind? Where'd my head go? Something like this: "Someone who shows up in my castle knowing full well she shouldn't be there will be locked in the dungeon and the key thrown away." That's one of my favorite head games - a sub seeking and misbehaving expecting to be punished. Hehe.
Except that I forgot one thing. One very important thing. The most important thing and really the only thing that matters. There is no D/s relationship. There is no consent of any kind. And without that, this becomes a different game altogether. It's called "juggling live blowtorches in an oil refinery while blindfolded, smoking and getting a blowjob". And that game ends very badly. Words like "police", "court appearance", "assault", etc. And I've somehow managed to avoid that so far. Go ahead, check my record! I've no secrets (and no shame). Who knows anyway. Even if I'd gone straight to bed and stayed there and not interacted with her whatsoever I'd rather imagine that her boyfriend would be rather upset and angry when he found out she was there. After all, somebody would tell him even if she forgot to mention it. Maybe I would someday just to make him wet himself again.
"elephant. Elephant! E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T!!!"
Ooops. Sorry. Won't happen again.
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Puppy Dogs and Bloody Noses
So there I was. Minding my own business at Bondage-A-Go-Go (B.A.G.G.). I was just getting a drink of water when the imaginary future ex Mrs. animaltrainerx, aka "Anna" came to get one too. So we chatted a bit, maybe 5 minutes when the little puppy dog that follows her around came up behind her like last time. Well, I figured it was time to go, so I finished what I was saying and said "see ya later, Anna" and turned to walk away. I got about two steps past when I heard "YEAH! SEEEEYAA LAATER!". "Oh my" thought I! The little doggy has learned how to speak.
Well at first I just let it bounce off of my back. But after a while it just didn't sit right with me. I thought perhaps he had something to say to me. So I approached him and said "Do you have something to say to me?". I was about 6 inches from his cute little puppy dog face, and I was looking him directly in the eye. He said "uh.. yeah.. I do." He prattled on a bit, something or other about "I've always been nice to you....you're obsessed with my girlfriend...." yadda yadda. I finally cut him short, asking "what is your point?". He didn't seem to have one. Finally he said something like "you've got a lot to learn about love". Well, that just didn't sit right with me. So I said "Let me tell you something. When you break that girl's heart, I am going to break you in ways that you've never even imagined".
Now, if roles were reversed, my reply would most certainly be something like "I love Anna and I'd never break her heart and if I did I'd deserve to have my ass kicked. Why would you even suggest such a thing?". But his response was a bit surprising to me, he suggested the possibility of going to a dark alley to "settle things". I was just about to accept his offer when one of the bouncers, a close personal friend of mine, appeared and got between us. He suggested to me that things were about to come to blows, from his perspective.
Well, I wondered around the club a little just to see how things sat. And things still didn't sit right with me. Just then he came walking out of the bathroom, so I figured why wait and I suggested we go to the dark alley and settle things (whatever there is to settle) right then. He agreed and we walked out the door, him leading me by about 10 feet. We came to the first alley, which he went down and shouted "Come on! Right here! Right Now!" I politely suggested it was too close to the club and pointed further down the road to a darker alley and said "over there" and kept walking to where I was pointing. He didn't have to follow me at that point, the little puppy dog could have simply turned and gone back in to the club. I'd have continued walking and that would have been the end of it.
But, instead, the little puppy started to follow behind me, about 5 feet and to my left. I decided to pass time as we were walking by taunting him verbally. Now, when most people taunt their nemesis they resort to name calling, things like "pussy" or "wimp", etc., all rather juvenile. Me, I'm a smart juvenile so I decided to simply toss out a few facts.
Me: "So, you finally found the courage to address me after all this time, eh?"
Him: "Keep goin'"
Me: "How long did you have to stare at my collar around her neck before she remembered to take it off?"
Him: "Keep going!"
Me: "Did your girlfriend mention that she has a key to my bedroom?"
Him: "KEEP GOING!"
Me: "Did she mention that she gave me a lap dance on her birthday?"
Well, I could hear the anger building in the tone and volume of his voice so I shouldn't have been caught off guard by what happened next. But, I'm too trusting, too chivalrous, that's my weakness. Apparently the mere thought of his hot little girlfriend, buck naked and shaking her tight little ass just inches from my face was too much for the little puppy. So he lunged at me from behind and threw what's known as a "sucker punch" and my poor nose immediately began shooting blood like a firehose.
Well, that just didn't sit right with me either. So, we traded a few blows back and forth. Then he fell head first into a brick wall. Then he fell head first into a parked car. It was about that time when the door guy from the club appeared, lifted me off of him and sent me home. "Damn" I thought as I tasted my own blood pouring from my nose. I was just getting started. My friend "Rockstar" Jay appeared just then and walked home with me. He had seen the whole thing it turned out. He said he especially liked the part where I threw him head first into... er.. I mean he "fell" head first into the brick wall. These things happen. Fighting is never good, really. As I walked home they drove past me. The little puppy yelled "MOTHERFUCKER, I'LL GET YOU!" out his little puppy dog window in the little puppy dog car that Anna's Daddy bought for her to drive him around in.
I heard later on that there was a bit of a bloody mess, the club graciously tried to supply ice and towels for the little puppy, but, apparently there was too much blood. I dunno. That's what I heard anyway. Well, I suppose that if you can't run with the big dogs you best stay on the porch.
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It may look like a silly, fun and harmless pink bunny hat. Because that's what it is. But in the hands of someone as masterful as myself it became the focal point of an evil plot to capture and collar an innocent and unsuspecting young girl. Well, OK, she's not that innocent I suppose. And given that I told her I had a crush on her she probably was more than a little suspicious, maybe even expecting some kind of stunt. Which far surpassed even my own expectations, by the way! As I told her at the conclusion of evening, "I captured, collared and leashed you at a busy night club in front of a hundred or more people, with no fight or argument, with nothing less than a smile on your face, all right under the nose of your boyfriend AND I did it all while wearing this silly pink bunny hat!" How did I pull off such an incredible feat? Read on.....
The bunny hat had indeed been used a few years ago as a punishment. I'd been cleaning my room and it was lying about the place. So I'd ask people (like I'm asking you now) "How do ya 'spose this little pink bunny hat could be used as a BDSM punishment?" The obvious answer is "you make the poor submissive wear the damn thing and embarrass the hell out of her out and about town." Well, that's a good guess but I have other hats for that purpose. This hat is something I wore - I have no shame, I don't care what other people think! But it can be even more humiliating to some submissives to be seen arm in arm with some idiot (me) wearing such an absurd thing than to wear it own their own head. And that's just what I explained to the future ex Mrs. animaltrainerx. Hehe. That's what I like to call her. She seems to prefer to be called "Anna" for some strange reason, but, I digress.
"Oh, I wouldn't be ashamed or embarrassed to be seen with you wearing that hat" she said grinning. That's when my little plan hatched itself like a dinosaur egg from hell. "OK, so then if I wear it to Bondage-A-Go-Go you'd happily walk around with me to prove it?" "Yes, I sure would!" came the enthusiastic answer. And I believed her.
A couple of weeks passed and my bunny and I appeared at the club together. I took my position nearby her, facing away but within my peripheral vision. A couple of my friends were there so I struck up a conversation with them. This was my first test. I was hoping she would come up to me so I wouldn't have to track her down and remind her of her promise. And I didn't have to! She spotting me within moments and came right over. "Hey! I see you wore the hat." she said with a big smile. "Yes indeed. Don't forget you said you wouldn't be embarrassed to walk around with me wearing it." "Of course I didn't forget. Let's go!" I grabbed her arm and we began our walk. Now, the "loop" around the club can best be described as something like this: "clockwise around the dance floor, go right, up the stairs, 'round the balcony, right, left, right, past the people getting spanked, right again, down the stairs, past the coat check, 'round the bar, past the jewelry vendor lady, left turn, down the long hall past the rest rooms, left, then counter-clockwise 'round the dance floor back to where you started." Got it?
Here's where my little evil plan kicks in.... About half way through the loop I took notice of the fact that she was not embarrassed in the least and was quite comfortable she as she said she would be. So I said "perhaps.... there's something not quite right... Something missing I think." "Oh, like what?" she asked inquisitively. "Well, perhaps something like.... like this." I reached into my front right pocket and pulled out a lovely black leather submissive collar with a single chrome ring. What a piece of art! I expected some form of resistance, if not even a premature end to my stunt. But I barely had it out of my pocket when she eagerly snatched it right out of the palm of my hand, grinning ear to ear and saying "Ohh... for me!" She put it around her neck and fumbled a little with the clasp. "Here, allow me" I said with calm, masterly tone. I had it fastened quickly, made sure it was snug but not too tight and we were ready to go. "Oh, one more little thing I think we need." From my left pocket I pulled out a lovely matching chrome leash with black leather strap. Clip in right hand, heft hand to collar I had her leashed up in less than a second. "There, that's much better. By the way, have you ever been collared before?" "No, I haven't ever been.". I asked that question right then because it told me that her excitement came strictly from reading, dreaming and fantasizing - not from any real life experience.
So we walked. It was a different walk, a little more deliberate, more natural and calm, as one would expect. A bunch of my friends were there that night but at that moment I could not spot them as we walked the loop. Instead, we encountered her boyfriend. I was thinking to myself "well, that was quick. I wonder which one of us is going to get thrown out of the club." I was expecting some kind of "feedback" - a reaction to what was taking place. But no reaction came. No apparent interest or concern. This was a non-issue to him. Or I was a non-issue to them. I wasn't really sure at that point. To my pleasant surprise, the game continued on.
Next we encountered my kid sister who is a dancer there and she was dancing at that moment. I took the future ex Mrs. anim.... er... I mean Anna over to the riser so she could see the collar and leash. Which she did, and she smiled and gave a big thumbs up. (so, lest you doubt my story there is at least one eye witness and others saw parts of the charade as well....) Anyway, we stood for a moment and I took note of the change in Anna's facial expression. It was a look I have known well and was I hoping to catch a glimpse of it that night on her face for the first time. I downplayed it and asked "Ah.. embarrassed now by the hat I guess, eh?" She spoke thoughtfully to me and said "No, it's not that. And I'm not feeling embarrassed exactly." She paused, searching for words to describe what she was feeling. I gave her a moment to reflect and then I said softly "I know. It's the collar and leash that's on your mind." She said "Well, yes, it's... I'm." i said "It's OK, I understand." I was getting a tiny bit of power over her and she felt a bit uneasy as one would expect for the first time.
A moment or so passed and a fast new song began to play and caught our attention. We both turn around to look at the dance floor. She said "I love this song. I wish I could dance." Well, here I must admit that I hesitated a little. It was all going so well, so natural and easy as if she'd already been trained to be my slave that I was afraid to risk saying what immediately came to mind. I finally spoke, rather sheepishly I must admit, saying "Well... Ummmm... this is where you say ... Master my I please dance ... and then I unclip you from the leash, then you dance to as many songs as you want to but when you are done you come directly back to me." I had no idea what would happen next. I hadn't even dreamed it would go this far so I figured I had nothing to loose. She smiled, looked down for a moment and then looked directly at me and said without hesitation "Master, may I please dance?" I replied just as easily with "Yes, you may." and then I unclipped her from the leash. And she danced. I love how she dances, I always have. So I watched. That is how life should be, no?.
Two or three songs went by and my thoughts turned to what was looming like a dark cloud over Disneyland. I figured that the boyfriend would appear and intercept the future ex Mrs. animaltrainerx before she returned to me. But again I was wrong. He did not appear. But she did, just as instructed when she was done dancing. And I put her back on the leash and said "lets talk" as I took her to a more quiet area of the club. I could have taken her to a very secluded area - I know that venue well. But I did not. And I could have bashed her boyfriend, it would be easy for anyone to do. But I did not do that either. I said what was on my mind but I did it with as much integrity as possible. I mostly asked questions like "do you know that you are a natural submissive or are naturally submissive as some people would say?", "Don't you want to belong to somebody, to be owned by a Master?" "Do you know that with right person you can do things that you dream of and fantasize about, you can do them together as a couple and it brings you much closer together?" And I can't deny that I looked her in the eyes and told her directly "You will be my slave, you will belong to me someday and you will be much happier then."
We were lost in our conversation for 10 perhaps 20 minutes, I'm really not sure how long. We talked about life, dreams, kids, fun, etc. But then her boyfriend finally appeared. He looked like a sad little puppy dog as he stood behind her looking down at the floor and waiting to interject while our conversation went on for a few more moments until she finally spoke to him. It was inconceivable to me that he did not address me at that moment! Anything - a polite reproach, a direct physical assault or simple a demand for me to give him his girlfriend back. I was prepared for any of those. I was going to dig in. I was going to refuse him, saying "sorry, she belongs to me now, you don't deserve her, you lost her, now go away." I wanted him to fight for her, to show some spine, a little possessiveness, something, anything, I was hoping for it to become mano-a-mano at that point. That little taste of my own potential future was enough to bring out my dark side in full battle gear. It was all or nothing. That's how is sometimes, it has to be. But he rolled over like a puppy dog. He couldn't even look at me as I looked him in the face, waiting for anything to happen. I started to feel sorry for him, I felt like saying "here little boy, let me show you how to handle your girlfriend." But he doesn't have it in him.
She finally spoke in his stead. "Is it all right if I go talk to my boyfriend now?" Yes! She asked me! She really did. My reply was without hesitation and I was already unleashing her saying "Of course you can." And they walked off before I could remove the collar. I don't know how long he had to look at my collar around her neck as he whimpered to her. But I do know he was seeing his future, whether it's my collar or someone else's around her neck it certainly won't be his and she won't be his either when it's real.
About 20 minutes later I was doing the loop when i spotted them together. His puppy dog eyes were pleading with her as he sat there hugging and kissing her. I walked by trying to not be noticed. I wanted her to have the uncomfortable duty to carry my collar around in her hand for most of the night. But, she called my name so I stopped and she tossed me the collar.
I had four goals in mind by playing this game. 1 - make it clear to her, her BF and 100 other people that I'm after her. 2 - test how much of a "natural" submissive she really is. 3 - give her a taste so she starts thinking about being a slave (my slave!). 4 - test how I feel/react/repond to her. The outcome certainly surpassed all of my expectations.
What happens next, who knows? I'm not really one to steal another's property. The seeds of submission were planted within her long ago, perhaps from the moment she was born. I just tossed some water on them for the first time. They'll begin to grow and will soon sprout forth whether I'm in the picture or not. It's inevitable. I don't know what will happen next, but I know what already has happened. She came to my kid sister's party the next day. She was alone. Her boyfriend had left early that morning (as previously planned) to spend Christmas with his family (but without his hot new girlfriend.) She told me she couldn't sleep at all that night. I teased her and said "too much expresso with dinner or something?" "No, it wasn't anything like that" she said. "Ah, then you must have been dreaming of me as your master and you as my slave." You can guess the rest, can't you?
(Note to reader: If I were you right about now I'd be thinking "what the hell is this damn fool idiot doing chasing after an air-headed bimbo that's too young AND already has a boyfriend!". Well, I can explain it! I just need to go back a few weeks and fill in the details of how I got here in the first place. It may not exonerate me from being foolish and idiotic, but, it's not my fault. I swear it!) |
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> From "Lisa"
> Subject: sessions and such
> Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2008 04:16:09 -0800
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> Hi Bill, I hope all is well.
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> I've been wondering if you would be interested in having a session with me.
> To top me. My new number is xxx-xxx-xxxx
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> Lisa
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To: "Lisa"
Subject: Re: sessions and such
Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2008 19:50:03 -0800
Hi there Lisa. I'm doing OK. How about yourself?
I appreciate your directness here so I'll answer in kind. Although we do have much in common with regard to BDSM, you (and most of the rest of the world) are at the opposite end of the world as I am. I don't do "sessions", etc. I'm a "relationship" person, S&M to me is just a tiny piece of the much bigger D/s puzzle. And I wouldn't even consider any type of BDSM activity, D/s or otherwise without having the foundation of a functional and healthy relationship to build on top of. The juxtaposition between the newborn intimacy that the "topping session" creates and its sudden death when everyone goes home doesn't work for me. It turns something very human, deep and extraordinary into nothing more than child's play and as I've said before - I don't "play". Hence I'll probably always be alone but at least true to my own warped nature.
Thanks for thinking of me and I'm sorry to let you down. I do appreciate that you see something in me that few people ever do. Keep in touch and let me know how it goes.
-Bill
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