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The Smoke House Crucifixion, my first torture.

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The Smoke House Crucifixion, my first torture.
Master Seth www.master-seth.com

My name is Susan. All my life I have had wild fantasies about whipping, torture, hanging, bondage, and crucifixion.

As a young girl of 10 years old, after seeing some early bible movie I had a one of those extremely vivid nightmares, that is so powerful it seemed real.

The nightmare was about me, a hot and sexy young woman, being whipped and then being crucified.

The nightmare really caused my mind to wander,, and I could not control my imagination and increasing curiosity with each passing teenage year. It became my vision the first time I masturbated, at 12 years old,, and remained so from then on..

By the age of 14, I was in the 8th grade, and many of us girls were developing highly sexual bodies, and attracting boys like moths to a flame.

I began sneaking a look at magazines the boys were taking to school and hiding in their lockers. I would let them touch my body behind open locker doors, in return for getting me more magazines like that. Eventually one of those magazines showed a picture of a naked girl being nailed to a cross in Germany during the war, for refusing to have sex with the Nazi’s. That image seared its way into my soul. I wet my pants right there in the hallway by my locker.

I finally got up the nerve to ask Hurley, one of the biggest of the boys who had brought me that magazine,, and who was hot to see a lot more of my body, if he would get busy finding me a lot more such magazines on crucifixion.

He wanted payment, in the form of seeing my body. I promised him that I would let him see my naked body, but only if he promised to tie me up on a pole and cross beam, as if I were being crucified on a real cross, and not ever tell anyone we did this. My parents would have killed me if they found out.

Hurley immediately got a raging hard-on so big he could hardly walk to his next class.

And of course he agreed.

So we began trying to figure out a place and make a plan. We neither one were old enough to drive, so he stated scouting for a place. Hurley’s first idea was a tree house some kids had built as their “clubhouse” years earlier in a large forest area. I bicycled out to look at it with him after school, one day, but rejected it since it was only half a block from some homes,, and any scream I made from up that tree house would carry all over the neighborhood and bring cops running.

Eventually, Hurley located an old empty farmhouse out on the edge of town, which was at least one mile from the nearest buildings on any other property. In the back behind the farmhouse, even behind the barn, there was rather small building, which had been used as a smoke house for hanging pork hams and pork carcasses. In order to keep the smoke in, it had been constructed of brick and well-sealed up with NO Windows.

The door was heavy and metal lined. The roof was supported with heavy beam trusses inside, and mud thatched on top,, It actually had grass and weeds growing on top. The roof truss beams inside were also used for hanging the meat to be smoked, and were only about 8 feet off the wooden floor. A couple or three wood posts were supporting the bottom of the trusses inside.

There was a small wooden ladder left there, which had been used to help hang up meat to be smoked. The only other thing still left in the smokehouse by the last farmers were three or four crates, and some heavy, short chunks of logs cut for smoking. These were about 11 inches in diameter, and had been cut short, about 8 inches long to fit easily in the smoker stove at the back of the room.

I knew immediately what we would use these for.

This location was perfect. The only hole in the small room was a stovepipe chimney through the roof, from the smoker stove. The air intake into the room was a grate in the wood floor about one foot square with a heavy iron grill, covered with a screen to keep rodents and bugs out.

I told my parents I was going to sleep-over at a slumber party weekend with one of my girlfriends on Friday night and would be back on Sunday afternoon. Hurley and I set a time to meet at the smokehouse at 7:30 Friday. We would each bicycle out separately so as not to catch anyone’s attention that we were together.

He had gathered some ropes, and asked me what else we needed. Of course my mind went to the whipping which was apparently custom before a crucifixion. I had no whip, but when I brought this up, Hurley said he had a cat of nine tails which his father had hanging on the wall in the house for years, till his wife made him put it out in their barn. His father claimed it was from a great grandfather and had been used on sailors in the early navy.

He would sneak it out of the box in his father’s barn, and gather it, along with some candles, some flashlights and the ropes, and take it all out and hide it out at the abandoned farm, in the smoke house a few days before Friday.

I had stashed away some extra water, munchies, and an old thrown away flimsy nightgown which I had saved for this event. I loaded these in a bag and hid them some blocks from my house in thick bushes the evening before Friday.

Friday evening we each arrived at the smoke house, almost within minutes of each other. We set up one of the flashlight on a crate to give light in the room.

Both he and I had no experiences with this sort of thing. So since I had read up on this more than Hurley had, I took the lead in giving instructions, even though I was supposed to be the prisoner being crucified.

I told Hurley he would have to go back outside while I changed clothes. When he was out and the door closed,, I stripped off all my clothes except my thong panties,, and put on old thin night gown on over my head and pulled it down over my naked body. It was for a larger woman, so the neck line was pretty low and revealing a lot of view of my pert breasts. They were only B Cup Size, but they still really stood out on my thin sexy body. I was, at that time, 14 years old, and 5 foot 2 inches, and weighed only about 99 pounds, with a flat hard tummy. I knew my body was already really hot and sexy. And my hormones were raging.

By now I was getting really excited, scared, and yet had no thought of backing out on this little scene.

My pussy was dripping and my adrenalin was off the chart. I was almost panting like a dog in hot weather,, and was sweating.

I decided I was ready, so I called Hurley to come in. His expression when he saw me, was worth a million dollars, and made me even wetter and more excited, since no man had seen this much of me, even slightly covered as I was. Hurley began to get excited, with his breathing increasing immediately as well, almost matching mine.

I reminded him of our agreement, which included that he could not have intercourse with me, and that he could only do what things we had agreed that we would do, in keeping with the concept of a real crucifixion.

I had him tie a separate rope on each of my wrists.

He kept looking at my breasts which were pretty obvious through the flimsy and low cut nightgown,, and his hard on was budging his blue jeans…

I then had him throw the two ropes over a roof truss/meat hanging beam. Then I had him take the ropes over to another post, and wrap both ropes about two turns around the other post. Then I had him pull the ropes tighter. My wrists were drawn up,, my breasts almost popping out of the nightgown.. but I was still standing on flat feet.

I said “Hurley,,, this has to be a lot tighter, pull them till I am stretched up on tiptoe, just barely touching the floor with my toes,, so that not even the balls of my feet are touching the floor.” He followed my orders, and soon my arms felt like they were going to pull out of their sockets. I was almost totally hanging by my wrists and in a situation where I was now totally helpless and at the will of a very horny young man who I did into really even know how far I could trust, and whose hormones were obviously raging in his pants.

“Now” I said, “It is time for my scourging with your cat of nine tails whip. You will have to rip the back of my night gown down to below my hips. Then you are to give me the first 25 of a total of 75 lashes with the whip.

“Remember our agreement, that the first 25 are on my back, then rip the front of my nightgown down to below the waist, or just tear it completely off my body, and give me the next 25 more on the front of my body. After that, you are to give me the last 25 on the back of my and all around my naked body, sides and thighs. Even if I am screaming, crying or begging for mercy, you’re not to stop. Do you understand Hurley? ”

Hurley looked at me like a wide eyed puppy dog, holding the cat of nine tails in his hands. “Are you sure you want to do this? “ He whimpered.

I knew right then I had picked the wrong "little boy" to do this, and that I would have to make him mad to get this job done.

So I kicked full on in the balls with both feet.

That did it,, he turned red with pain,, and anger. “What the fuck did you do that for?” he yelled.

“To make you act like a man instead of a sniveling little boy, and do what we agreed to do .” I replied. And I added “And if you don’t keep your agreement for this, everyone in the school is going to know how you turned coward!”

That got his attention, and a “I am sorry,, we will get this done as we agreed.” The pain in his balls, and his anger were still very evident.

He picked up his cat of nine tails, and picked up his pride off the floor, and walked behind me.

For a moment there while trying to get Hurley back on track, I forgot about being scared,, but NOW, I started sweating again, very profusely. My nightgown was beginning to stick to my body and I looked down. My breasts were so wet with sweat that my nightgown was sticking to them and exposing every curve of them. I looked like I was in a wet tee-shirt contest.

Suddenly I forgot all about my wet boobs when I felt his big hands both take hold of each side of the back the neckline of my nightgown, and with one huge rip, the whole back of my nightgown was gone.

I could tell I really had made him angry,, now I was really in for it, and totally helpless to what I had created. My pussy was dripping right past my thong panties, and running down my legs. I could smell it, and so could Hurley. It surly was fueling the fire in his pants.

Hurley swung a few practice swings,, the whip singing in the air,, as he got his feel for using it. But all I got was a Very Close Breeze. However, even that was enough to raise my fear, and set my body quivering. Sweat began running down my forehead and into my eyes. The room seemed to be getting very hot.

That first strike whistled through the air and hit my right shoulder blade, and set my skin on fire. I started to whimper,, but he thankfully kept going.. The second stroke was right down the middle of my lower back and hips, burning my ass. The thong panties were in the wet crack of my ass, and provided NO protection form the vicious whip, much less the now mad and vicious Hurley. By 25 strokes my whole backside was ablaze with pain.

Hurley then came around to my front side, and I got a look at his eyes,, I could tell the anger and rage from being kicked in the balls, had now transformed into a truly sadistic whip master who was totally enjoying hearing my screams.
Hurley slung the whip over his shoulder, and grabbed both shoulders of my night gown and ripped straight down,, the sleeves shredded, and it was gone from my now nearly naked body.

He took the whip and began on my front side,, starting with horizontal stokes right across both of my breasts at once. His eyes were fire. He really looked scary. The first stroke across my breasts set off blood curdling scream from my throat. He only looked more pleased, and continued to set my whole front on fire, from my shoulder to my knees.

My screaming was almost constant,, yet I was also getting the most sexually excited In my life.

By 15 strokes on my front, my whole body was quacking uncontrollably,,, both in fear and in excitement. I suddenly caught myself screaming at Hurley “Harder you Basterd,, HARDER” . I COULD NOT BELIEVE I just said that.

He increased the power and the cadence, leaving NO time to absorb the pain of one stroke before another hit. And he began increasing the focus on whipping my breasts. The breasts were ablaze with fire,, the nipples felt like they were being sliced off by the harsh leather strands.

He completed the 25 on the front, and walked behind me to do the last 25 on my back, and sides.

The pause in flaming pain, let me catch my breath, and as the first strike hit my ass, I screamed out “Stop”. He came back around the front of me, and looked puzzled,,, “You want me to quit now? Who is backing out NOW?”, he asked sarcastically.

I tried to take another swing at his balls, but was too weak and shaking to connect, but it did piss him off again.

“I am not backing off anything in our agreement, and neither are you. I just want all of the last 25 strokes on my front,, cause it hurts more than on my back.”

Hurley’s lips curled up into a sadistic sneer, and he immediately resumed with a very hard downward stroke on each of my breasts. I could tell Hurley was not totally on board for the rest of this exciting event.

By the next 12 strokes blood was running down from both nipples and various other deep cuts of the whip in my breasts, stomach, more blood was dribbling down from whip cuts on the sides of my ribs, belly and hips. Hurley was grinning ear to ear at each of my screams that he was wrenching from my tortured body.

After the 75 strokes were done, I was hanging by my wrists,, totally limp, and no longer even trying to get my toes on the floor.

My body began something I never experienced,, a shaking from deep within,, which erupted into the most volcanic climax I had experienced yet in my life, was tearing me apart with spasms and contractions in my pussy.

Hurley stood back and just watched in amazement. It was clear he had just seen the future of his sex life too.

After a bit, his took the ropes loss from the post which were holding me up. It took me a few minutes to get my legs to hold me up, so in the mean time, I wrapped my arms around the nearest roof support pole to stay up right. The pole’s rough wood in contact with my burning breasts set them a fire all over again.

I began to give Hurley the next step instructions. “Put a stack of four of those 8 inch log slices on top of each other here in front of this post. And then put one of those crates over hear in front of the stack of log slices.”

He complied,, not quite sure what the details of this next step were.

I then worked my way around in front of the pole I was hanging on to.. and with his help, I stepped up on the crate, then on up to the top of the stack of log sections he had stacked up.

This put my shoulder about even with the cross beam the post was holding up. “Now bring the ropes and step ladder and get ready to tie my wrists and arms to the beam on each side of this post.”

As he complied, I clung to the cross beam and began to gingerly worked my burning nearly naked body around on my narrow perch, to get my back to the post.

Hurley came up the step ladder on my left side, and took my wrist ropes and began to wrap the rope many turns around my wrists.

“Tighter I commanded, or I will kick you again.” By now his sadistic training had reached a point, he was more than willing to make it very tight, and completed about 20 wraps of the rope, then tying it tight. That left about 10 feet of the rope hanging down.

He moved the ladder around and completed the same process on my right wrist.
“Now” I instructed him, “Bring the rope end from my left hand over the post behind me and up over the beam from front back on the right side of the post. Repeat the same with the rope from the right hand, so it hang down the back of the post on my left side.

In the process, the now very sadistic Hurley made it a point to be sure that the rough rope was dragged heavily and harshly over my very raw breasts and nipples.

It felt wonderful.

“Now let me put the weight on my wrist ropes and let’s see how they work out. “ I let my kneel bend and lower my body, being very careful to not lose my balance on the shaky stack of log sections. By the time my wrists were holding most of my weight I was sagged down to where my knees were bent about 45 degrees, and my arms were pulling up at about 45 degrees, pulling on my shoulders and rib cage, making it hard to breath. I raised up a little on the balls of my feet to relieve my arms and shoulders.

“Now, take the ends of the rope hanging on the left side of the post and tie them very tightly with many wraps around the ankle. Then put more wraps from the ankle down around the bottom of the foot, and back up to the ankle ropes, so as to form a sort of rope stirrup/sling around my feet and ankle.”

“ Repeat the same on the other side.”

After Hurley had secured my ankles to the side of the post of my crucifixion cross, I was ready,, I had gotten pretty good control of my emotions due to having to instruct Hurley,, but now that I was ready, the fear and shaking came back… I started sweating.. profusely again,,, it sure was getting hotter in that smoke house again.

Wanting to stall a moment,, I told him to go outside and be sure no one was around. When he came back in, declaring it was now late night and dark, and one was within a mile of us, he shut the door. tight. Then he realized I had just sent him out because I was stalling.

He had the rest of this figured out. He came over and moved the ladder to the side wall, then he came back and kicked out the stack of log slices I was supporting my weight on with my tiptoes.

Immediately the full weight of my body, slim as it was, came to bear on my stretched arms and tightly bound wrists. At the same time I attempted to put some of my weight on my ankles by pushing down with my legs muscles.

The effect of this was to cause my ankles to be drawn back of the post and around towards the opposite side of the post that the rope came down from.
This caused my legs to be spread wide open.

Hurley looked at that, and decided it was time to do the next agreed step and put one of his big hands on each side of the waist band of my thong panties., and ripped it STRAIGHT UP. The tearing seams of the fabric cut deeply into my cunt,, and finally as the pressure increased, he ripped the back apart, coming apart in his hands. Putting them to his nose he just grinned sadistically.

My arms were burning from the strain,, so I tried to push down with my leg muscles,, which spread my legs even more obscenely wide.

After a while the burning in my leg muscles betrayed the rest of my body, and the legs collapsed again, throwing my weight back on my arms and shoulders.
My body was dripping with sweat from the pain and exertion, I could see my sweat dripping from my face down onto my raw breasts, the salty sweat making them burn even more.

Hurley decided to put the cat of nine tails back into action. This time he concentrated on my wide open thighs and my cunt. Now he was drawing blood in the inside of my thighs which had been not accessible before.

Soon my pussy lips and clit were also oozing blood,, and my sobbing had just dwindled down to a spasming, shaking and climaxing mass of wet sweating bloody human female flesh.

Not satisfied with my condition, he came over and began tormenting my pussy,, pushing his fingers in, and finally his whole hand,, I was being crucified and fisted at the same time.

The climaxes became explosive, racking my whole tortured body.
Hurley said he was going for a smoke, but he did not come back. Slowly the batteries in the flashlight burned out, and I was hanging there in the dark.

After what seemed like hours, Hurley opened the door, bringing in new flashlights, and had with him some much older high school students, all older than Hurley or I. There were about ten guys and girls,, It seems he went to the skate arena’s Friday night party and made a deal with some of the jocks and their dates, that if he gave them something to REALLY SEE AND PLAY WITH, he would be automatically taken in to the best fraternity in the school with no hazing or initiation.

They all lit candles we had, and began touching my body, pinching, pulling on my pussy lips and nipples, laughing at the snot dripping with the sweat from my nose and face, as I continued the struggle to do the dance of alternating the pain between my arms and my legs.

One began dripping candle wax on my raw breasts, causing more screaming,, and begging. Another put the candle flame under my very widely spread pussy,,

The smell of burning hair filled the room, mingling with the smell of my sweat, pussy, and my screams for mercy. After hours of their torture, the older kids left.

Hurley sat down on a crate,, again boosting a huge hard on in his jeans. And just watched me.

He then stood up and stripped naked,, His cock was huge. He picked up one of the candles,, and began his own torturing of my nipples and pussy. Soon all the hair was singed off,, and I was shaking like a leaf.

Hurly brought over the ladder, and I thought I was going to be taken down, but instead he got up and sat on the top of the ladder, naked, with his head up in the roof rafters, and his dick above my head.

He then jacked off all over my face,, slapping my face with his cock after he went off, to spread it all over my face. He then climbed down and put the ladder back against the wall.

Laughing at me in my pain,, and my cum smeared face, he said “Now let’s see how soon you kick a man in the balls again”.

Hurley then found an old well used broom in the corner, with a rough, worn, and weathered handle, and picking up a remaining piece of rope,, he shoved the handle roughly into my pussy, and using the middle of the rope,, he tied it to the broom near my knees, and taking each end of the rope, he brought the ends up the front and back of my body, and fashioned a tie, belt like, around my waist to keep it in place.

As an afterthought, he took a shorter piece, tied it to the handle down near the bristles end,, and looped it loosely around the pole and tied it in the back of the pole, just to keep the bottom of the broom from wandering away from a vertical position and lined up into my cunt.

Very quickly I discovered, to his delight, that when my leg muscles would give out, and I sagged back down from my wrists,, that dammed broom handle was stabbing me deeply and roughly in my vagina. His sadistic smile showed he was very proud of his work. And the view of this new torture was setting his cock to pulsing and growing again.

And with that, dressed, gave me a large drink of water, and then turned off the new flashlight and left again without a word, and closed the door again, tightly.

I saw that the sun was high, when he left. After what seemed like hours, the room began to heat up,, The sun was surely baking the brick walls, and heating up the dirt topped sod roof. As I struggled with the cross, the broom handle was both stimulating and torturing my cunt. Every move of my body was twisting that rough wooden shaft around inside of me. After hours,, the large drink of water began to have its effect. I had not pissed for several hours, since leaving home last night. The pressure increased,, and eventually, I lost control, and began to pee. That started my bowls to want to go too, and the broom handle was pressing into my colon as well. The stress on my body was turning my bowels to liquid, and a couple hours after I pissed, my ass erupted with an almost fluid discharge. I hung there, sobbing and stinking.

As the room heated up, I feared Hurley was never coming back. The sweat of my body was increasing with the heat rise in the sun heated little room, and I could feel the radiant heat from the sun heating the metal door.

Eventually I became so weak, and overheated, that I quit struggling and just hung there and finally passed out or went to sleep, not sure which.

I must have been out for hours, because when I came to, the room was cold, and I was shivering,, it had become night again. There was no longer any sense of time,, only the heat and cold cycle of day and night.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Hurley did come back, gave me another drink of water, and then began the process of taking me down from the cross. He first removed the broom handle, which was bloody when it came out. Then untied my ankles, and put a couple crates under me to stand on. But my legs were too weak to hold me up, so he tied a new rope around my chest and up to the beam to hold my weight while he got my wrists untied. After releasing my wrists, he put my arms over his left shoulder and released the chest rope which was holding me. I collapsed over his shoulder, and he laid me out on the floor. I just laid there in the loose dirt on the floor, while he rounded up all the rope and stuff we brought out there, and put it all in a bag to take out of there. He then picked me up and took me outside, and without warning, he dumped me into a long horse water tank full of rain water. He handed me half of the remains of the nightgown, for me to wash off with. The other half he used to dry me off.

The water was cold, but it soothed some of the burning of my welts and whip cuts.

Hurley carried me back into the smoke house, and helped me get dressed. He put some wood in the smoke house stove, and it heated up the room quickly.. leaving the stove door open so the smoke could go up the chimney, we laid down on a blanket he had brought and were soon fast asleep. By morning, I was recovering somewhat. I had feeling back in my hands again. My whole body ached,, and my pussy was still twitching. By that afternoon, I was able to ride my bike.

It now being Sunday, I had to get home as I promised to my parents. The jacket I wore covered my wrist burns, and bruises. So I would be OK to get into the house.

As it turned out, my folks were thankfully gone when I got home, so I headed for the shower, and got my hair presentable. Then I dug out some long sleeved tops which would cover my wrists while healing.

Hurley and I became good friends, to say the least, although we still never fucked, and we never went back out in the country to the Smoke House. It just seemed like over kill to do so. But over the years in High School, we did disappear into the woods, to do some bondage play. He really liked to tie me to a tree and whip my naked back, then turn me around and whip my naked front,, especially my tits. Hurly was like a dog who had gotten into the chicken house, and ate live chickens, Hurley now had the blood lust,, and would be a true Sadist the rest of his life.

As for me, I learned to crave these sessions, in fact I could never climax unless I had severe pain in my breasts, even if I was just masturbating on my own with office type black spring binder clips, called Binder Clips, all over my body.

I soon discovered that they really hurt MORE when you “pulled” them off. So I started to get more creative with ideas for the use of these clamps.

That is how the “Skillet Pull” developed.

I cut two five foot and one ten foot long lengths of strong cord, and then stuffed about three inches of one end of each of the three cords into the inside of an empty medicine bottle, and filled it up with water. Then I put the whole thing in a Zip Lock bag, and hid it in the back/bottom of our chest freezer in the basement to freeze solid for my next creative use.

I had obtained three keyed alike padlocks, and three lengths of lightweight chain. I tied one of the padlock keys to the ten foot cord right up close to the outside the medicine bottle full of ice. Now my time lock was ready.

Then I took fifteen of those black spring clips, and tie a four foot string to one handle of each one. Taking the other ends of all the strings, I collected the ends of the strings together and then tie them all into a knot. I hung them in the back of my bedroom closet, hidden inside of one of my long nightgowns, ready to use.

I put a screw eye into the ceiling over the middle of my bed and painted it white to be less noticeable.

Now I was ready for the next opportunity when I knew my folks were gone for some period of time.

I got my opportunity when my folks left one Sat morning to the nearby larger city to do some extensive Christmas shopping and then planned to eat dinner there with some of their friends in the city. They would not be back till late that evening.

I had been wet the whole night before, knowing this was going to be my opportunity,, it just got worse as soon as their car went out of the driveway. I waited an hour to be sure they would not pop back in for something they forgot, then I got out all my preparations. Bringing up the Ice Lock from the freezer in the basement, and the heaviest cast iron skillet from under the stove in the kitchen, I took it all to my upstairs bedroom.

I quickly tied one end of the one 5 foot ice lock cord to the hook in the ceiling. The long 10 foot end which had the key attached near the ice lock, and I laid the cord out over the foot of my bed, on the floor where I could reach it later. I took another 5 foot cord from the ice lock, and tied the heavy skillet up pretty close to the ice lock. The skillet was now suspended to the ice lock. I took another long length of the heavy cord, tied it to the knotted end of the cords to the spring clamps,, and ran the cord up through the eyebolt in the ceiling and back down and tied it to the handle on the cast iron skillet. The spring clips were now connected to the iron skillet, and when the ice lock melted, the skillet would fall from the ceiling to the middle of my bed, pulling the cords to the dozen spring clips along with it, with one powerful jerk. I tossed the group of spring clips off the foot of my bed, onto the floor, and then got off the bed.

Now I had to quickly get into my bondage before the ice lock had too much time to melt. I laid a pillow down on the floor and laid my now shaking and quaking naked body down on the floor, at the foot of my bed, legs spread wide, and one foot positioned by each leg of the bottom of my bed, and the pillow under my head. I then used the two of the smaller chains and paddle locks to chain my ankles to the bed legs at of end of my bed. Then I put the end of one chain around my left wrist and paddle locked it to that wrist.

Now the pain would start, as I began putting each of the fifteen of the spring clips on my body. I put ten on my breasts, two on each side of each breast, and then one on each nipple. Now I was really beginning to shake and sweat. Then on my pussy, I put two end to end on each of my pussy lips,, and the last one on my clit. By now I was already crying from the pain. I put my left wrist with the paddle lock and chain on it, under my back and down by my ass. I then ran the chain up between my legs through my pussy lips, to my right wrist above my pussy, and wrapped the chain around my right wrist and locked it with my last lock.

Now I was totally helpless, to wait for the ice time lock to release. When it did, it would release the heavy cast iron skillet, which was attached to all my spring clamps on the front of my body. I could only wait,, and of course, play with my pussy. BOY DID I PLAY WITH MY PUSSY ! ! !

After about ten minutes,, I was shaking like a leaf with excitement and fear,, and fingering my pussy and clit like crazy. I could not stand the suspense,, I finally began using the other hand under my ass to start fingering my asshole,, finally getting three fingers clear in to my ass.

I was humping up and down, and the chain between my legs was adding to the pain as the links were riding back and forth on my pussy and clit with each movement.

Suddenly the ice lock let loose of the string ends it held capture. The skillet dropped, then stopped in a few inches,, the string to the skillet from my clamps had gotten tangled with the key on the other string,, and that string had not released from the ice yet. The suspense was driving me crazy. Not only had the skillet not dropped, but my key was up there in that snag as well. But I knew the ice lock would release the key string soon too, very soon.

My breathing was in panic,, my heart was pounding,, and my fingers were desperately working on my clit, pussy and ass hole,,, one minute passed, then two, then three. Then it happened. The last string with the key let loose, and the skillet cord came loose, and the skillet began its drop to the bed. It was like watching slow motion,,, but then the cords went taunt, and the spring clips began popping off my skin,, first the ones on my breasts,, since those strings were stretched the farthest, then as a last massive slam of pain, the five on my pussy all were RIPPED OFF at one time. It felt like my whole pussy area had been blasted with a hot blow torch of pain.

My body went into convulsive climaxes,, and I was screaming for the next five minutes..
It had worked. IT HAD REALLY WORKED ! ! ! The ice lock worked, and the bed absorbed any damage and noise which would have occurred if the skillet had dropped to the floor. And my body had been launched into orbit…

It took me a half hour to begin to slow down the convulsions and climaxes, not to mention my breathing, by which time my fingers had made both my ass and pussy raw with constant stimulation trying to keep the climaxes going.

I made a mental note of improvements I needed to make next time I did this.
One I needed to set up some kind of staged pain, so there would be a new release every five minutes.
Two, I needed to have a blindfold so I could not see what was happening.
Three, I needed a gag so the neighbors would not be likely to call the police.

I finally got hold of the 10 foot string, and managed to pull the key down to the floor where I could unlock all my bondage locks, then started to clean up the mess.

Fourth? ,,,, Oh, then I found the Fourth item for next time.. I need to put out two bath towels, one for the wet spot in the middle of my bed from the dripping ice lock, and another under my ass, for the wet spot I had made in the carpet on my bedroom floor.

Hurley and I never did the crucifixion thing together again at the smoke house, and after High School, he went off to college.

But a few years later a new sexy friend, an older man, who I told about the story of the Smoke House, took me out there to see it. The smoke house had been torn down, apparently to salvage the bricks, so we went into the old barn and did a crucifixion scene, with whipping. It was not as intense, and only lasted about 5 hours, but it was very exciting, and this time I DID get fucked, by a cock, not a broom handle. I am now married to that older man.

I am now 33, and have been on a crucifixion cross about several times, at a local BDSM club in a larger city nearby in our earlier years of marriage, but then my husband built me a crucifixion cross in our basement. We now often put on crucifixion scenes to break in new girls who want to try this.

Crucifixion is, and always will be, the heart of my sex life. It is in my mind every time I climax. Just looking at any "T shaped" cross makes my pussy get soaked and twitching and I can feel my heart beat in the throbbing in my nipples.

When Master Seth was done, he called me over, I stripped off my leather skirt and tank top. I knelt on a pillow at Master Seth’s feet as he sat in front of me on the couch. A blanket was spread behind me with the chains laid out in neat rows on a blanket behind me. We began a brief negotiation; Then suddenly Master Seth asked if I’d ever climaxed on command. I’d been experiencing amazing sexual energy over the past year and I had climaxed while making out a couple of times. But I’d never climaxed without some sort of foreplay physical contact, and certainly never on Verbal Command!

Without touching me at all, Master Seth directed me to put my knees together, clench my legs, and look deeply into his eyes. I remember noticing that his normally hazel eyes were a piercing blue, offset by his stark white beard. We locked eyes for only a moment before I broke the connection. I was curious but also skeptical that words alone could actually induce an orgasm without any physical contact. Master Seth mentioned something about working with and teaching ESP; I vaguely recalled a conversation with him months earlier when he insisted to me that I am an “intuitive”.

Before my mind could wander any further – or become rationally concerned and put up any defenses, Master Seth again captured my eyes with his piercing intense gaze. He asked if I could read his thoughts. I emptied my mind and concentrated on maintaining his gaze and trying to decipher his thoughts. I remember thinking, “I can’t read anyone’s mind, is he crazy?” Then, suddenly, on his verbal command, I CLIMAXED for the first time. Wait, what?!

He continued to mouth the word “go” and I DID ! Really?! He hadn’t touched me with any part of his body, only with his eyes staring into my eyes. I didn’t have time to process my thoughts any further before the next wave of orgasm rocked my body. I remember his hands forming into claws in his lap, and I felt ever deeper waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I fell back onto the chains and grabbed at the blanket, screaming with the continuing climaxes. I was completely unaware of anything other than his eyes and my body pulsing. His verbal commands continued for 15 minutes, as I continued to respond with screaming climaxes to his eyes and his compelling voice commands. Not once did he ever touch me or threaten me in any way.

After a few moments of relaxing, he then told me we were going to try this again, but This Time it would be with NO Verbal commands, just mental contact, and locked eye contact. I was to just read his eyes, and his mental commands. No, this cannot be possible ! !

But he was right!

The next long period of “purely mental, non-verbal, exchange of power” turned into a virtual onslaught of very intense, hard, body shaking climaxes, over which I seemed to have NO control, waves of contractions seized my body, shaking and quaking and loudly screaming with uncontrollable waves of constant climaxes!

A couple of times, I feebly tried to break our mental and eye connection – it was too much! But without speaking or touching me, Master Seth would point two fingers to my eyes then towards his, re-directing me to maintain our pure “locked eyes” contact. But there were no other hand signals, or controlling signs physically, just his eyes, and the strong flow of thoughts from his mind to mine, controlling, twanging, tormenting, my most private parts of my body and my reactions with his thoughts, as though he had plugged in to my total nervous system, and put me on remote control.

More waves of orgasms would crash over me and I would be pulled back into the depth of the unbelievable intensity of sensations and more screaming climaxes. At some point, I just started laughing along with the peaks of the screaming climaxes, reveling in this celebration, this fantastic ecstasy, this totally wanton playfulness as he controlled my entire nervous system and my sexual responses. As I approached total exhaustion and hysterical laughing, Master Seth finally allowed the connection to be broken, and instructed me to relax. This was the first words he had spoken since we started this “purely mental, non-verbal” exchange of power.

I collapsed back again,, exhausted, on the spread out chains and blanket, trying to catch my breath, and control the pounding in my heart and the pulsing of my body. Someone brought my inhaler and water. I continued laughing and basking in the afterglow of our mind blowing experience, and the climaxing “after-shocks”. It was a real individual and personal sexual experience for me, but nothing even remotely like masturbation, and there had been NO physical stimulation by him or me. As I came slowly back to awareness, I asked Master Seth how long I’d been “out” on this amazing “head trip”. He turned to the Dungeon Monitor sitting nearby to us, and the DM indicated at least 45 minutes. Amazing!

This turned out to be only the first act. After I came down enough to speak, Master Seth and I had another brief negotiation. Someone helped him to fasten and arrange the chains on my body as we initially planned to do. I liked the cold metal against my flushed skin. The snap clips and chain links pinched in all the right places. I was still incredibly turned on.

The rest of the night is not very clear, just a blur of being suspended in chain wraps and wrist cuffs, accepting and enjoying the single tail on my breasts, asking Master Seth to stop without speaking aloud, feeling protected in his arms, lying naked on the table as his fingers entered my wet and throbbing cunt, splashing cum as he deeply finger fucked me… Just a wonderful blur of pleasure.
When we were finished, he told me there would be a price for this evening. The price was that I had to write this report of my “experience” from the subs perspective. He said it was too special to not document it, and that the documentation should come from me a my experience. So this is my report of this amazing event.

It later turned out, as we compared notes a week or so later, that neither of us had much clear memory of the events after the intense, mind blowing Mental Control which created these climaxes. Apparently the intense mental effort created this mini memory block for both of us.

Smiles,, OK Master Seth…my debt is paid.

I wonder if I could ever go to that “headspace” again.

Humm,,, maybe,,,, “Oh Seth??” (laughing,,, and twinging)

© NH Girl
September 16, 2010

Master Seth's Notes on the above story:

At a party recently in our local private club, I had a unusual event occur. I had often been able to have various slaves climax, on verbal command, but in this case, it was a slave who I had never yet touched, much less played with. We had been acquainted through meetings of a local Poly group, but were just casual conversationalists.

At this party, though, she had been watching over the back of the sofa I was setting on, as I was doing chain bondage (much like some rope bondage) on the lady I was playing with.

I asked her if She Was Next? And she seemed to be interested.

So later, she joined me on her knees in front of the sofa. I was going to do chain bondage, but suddenly decided to so some verbal commands to climax. She responded with screaming climaxes for 15 minutes.

This was so powerful that I decided to try pure mental control, with nothing verbal. I told her to read my mind, and feel what I was doing to her mentally. 

This began the 45 minute long series of almost continuous climaxes. The Dungeon Monitor had just come on his duty shift at the top of the hour, as I began the mental command without any spoken or “mouthed’ words. Being seated a few feet away, he documented the 45 minutes.

It is her story above which she wrote herself. 

I have to share in my Journal, this event, a lady on CM replied to me today, with this message::::

Dear Master Seth:

I read your incredibly interesting letter to me and I deeply appreciate all the things you mentioned in it especially your philosophy and thinking about the lifestyle, however I regret to say after reading your letter, not once, but twice, I must tell you it is way over the top for me. You are strictly big league, and I'm just in the minor category of bondage and sexually training in sexual obedience and things like that. signed,, XXXX

I hear this sort of reply a lot, and this was my reply:::

Dear XXXX,

Sooo??

You are Not getting any younger, and it is time for you to move up, with a teacher who is knowledgeable, safe, sane, AND who can take you UP in easy steps, driven by YOUR need which I will create for you as you go along.

This is perhaps not clear what I just said, but I am ABLE to create in you the need for more, and more, and even to be BEGGING for more.

Why live life on the flat plains of Kansas, when you can be feeling totally alive on the top of beautiful mountains, feeling the wind driven snowflakes tingling ever inch of your bare naked skin?

I know this will sound conceited,, but That is exactly the difference you will find if you come here to learn from this Master.

A lady (also a stranger who had heard of me), from the big club, APEX, in Phoenix AZ, came down last week for the Behind Closed Doors all day seminar here in Tucson.

She played with me at both the Friday and Sat night parties at our club.

Here is the post she lift on my life DOT com “wall”:::::::

gntlbutruf wrote Sept 29th, 2010:

Master Seth, Sir:

i wanted to add something to my previous post on Your wall ... just can't stop smiling and to let you know how much of a wonderful experience i had with playing with You both Fri & Sat. nights ...

You are a very experienced DOM with so much knowledge which at first kind of scared me, because i am not one who is called a heavy bottom at all ... and not very experienced ... before any play even started YOU sat me down next to You & we spoke - You made sure i was not attached to anyone before going on ---

Then we spoke-of heath issues/what i liked / didn't liked / would want to try / wouldn't like to try. It was a comfort zone from that point on for me -- the trust -- the caring You showed for me, which took away the fear i first felt ... You are so caring, warm & the energy that You and i had together was just awesome ...

i carry with me an "aftercare bear" i call "tigger". Well tigger never even had to come out of his bag because You were there to cuddle me/ comfort me, make sure i was okay ... You were my after care ---thank you so much --- and thank You isn't even a big enough word for how i feel ...

i would like to tell YOU Sir, i had many firsts this past weekend some i was able to do and one i couldn't do & You knew it & stopped ASAP - that's where the experience  /caring/loving comes in - You have it all Sir ... Thank YOU --

i would tell any bottom/sub, new in the "life-style" or not, if they can have a play scene with YOU they should jump on it -- because i would play with You anytime again SIR -- the experience was wonderful and i will never forget it.

hugs/kisses, "lil one, nor"

What I like about The Crucifixion Cross ??

At the very least, it is a very highly erotic presentation.

To have your body bound to the cross, arms stretched, feet bound downward and back,,, knees out, then your skimpy slave girl rags ripped off, and finally, as your body thrusts outward, your nipples piercing thin air, as you gasp for air,,,striving to balance the pain of the stresses on your crucified body, your arms and legs, I rip off your last shred of modesty .

Your loin cloth rips away, revealing your final beauty,, dripping with the excitement of your naked exposure in your predicament, your torso shaking, quaking, shaking off the drips which are running down your inner thighs.

Your outthrust body, begging for the whip, the dildo, the heavy vibrator to be shoved up into you,, you now screaming with climaxes mixed with the pain of the cross. As you sag down, sinking deep into a black abyss of pain, pleasure and endorphins, everything grows dark,, . no longer able to beg for more, not sure if you’re alive or dead,, spinning, blackness.

And the arms of Seth

Some else wrote this,,
a person named Myra Brooks Welch
But I just had to share it with you.
I so often think of what you can do with a woman's body as being like making music, and every musical instrument being different,
So this really struck home for me.
Master Seth,,, Enjoy,,,

TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND

'Twas battered and scarred,
and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good folks?"
he cried.
"Who'll start the bidding for me?
A dollar, a dollar - now two, only two -
Two dollars, and who'll make it three?"

"Three dollars once, three dollars twice,
Going for three" BUT NO!
From the room far back a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;

Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening up all the strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet,
As sweet as an angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said: "What am I bid for the old violin?"
And he held it up with the bow.

"A thousand - and who'll make it two?
Two thousand - and who'll make it three?
Three thousand once and three thousand twice -
And going and gone!" said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand.
What changed its worth?" The man replied:
THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND.

And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and torn with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd,
Much like the old violin.

A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine,
A game - and he travels on,
He's going once, and going twice,
He's going - and almost gone!

But the MASTER COMES, and the foolish crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul and the change that's wrought
BY THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND!

By: Myra Brooks Welch

A young lady asked me, "just curious do you ever meet any women on here who are like as extreme as you want? "

This was my reply, and I thought it was such A GOOD QUESTION, I would post my reply here:

Hello,,

Sorry to have been so long replying, but it has been pretty busy here. Now I have a pretty dead Sunday, and time is available.

Thank you for your letter, and for looking at my profile.

To answer your question. Well first to answer your last email, no I did not consider your question rude or anything like that... It is a good and serious question, and it deserves a competent answer, which is why it has taken a bit for me to get back to it, time wise.

The answer is not simple,,

The first reason is that my profile is a little overstated.. as I say in the letter which I just sent you today, I try to put forward my worst image. 

The reason for this is that I have had dozens and dozens of replies to my earlier profiles, and most of them were the 90% scammers on CollarMe.Com who are looking to con some dumb guys who think with the brain in their second head,, into sending these "women?" money for travel after promising them the world of sex and posting a beautiful picture.

Of course they disappear in a hurry with the money and there is no more contact.

Then of the other 10% of those who MAYBE are real people, most of them have been looking for just sex online,, but say they are not. And many just get off on getting a guy all tied up with their promises to come serve them.

So that gets us down to the 1% left who MAYBE actually serious about what they want, or about coming here to serve me.

Most of them cannot afford the bus fare to get here, or the gas for their car. A Greyhound bus will get someone here from as far away as Main, for about $200.  So again those are welfare cases, which need a free meal ticket, and a wealthy Daddy type to take care of them.

Some of the replies are married, and want to walk out of it and come here.  One, in MD has (supposedly) driven from there to Tenn. and again as far as Texas, only to turn back because she was feeling pains over just walking out.  Now she is trying to get a divorce established,, and will MAYBE, start relooking for what she seeks.

I have met people here in Arizona who are also on CollarMe.com, and on .com, who live in this area, and who are active in the Desert Dominion club which I am the current elected President of here in Tucson, Arizona.

I have met some who are in Phoenix, and are members of the Arizona Power Exchange in Phoenix, AZ.  I am a member of that group too, having jointed on their First Anniversary, in 1988, and was elected to their Board of Directors, and the Treasurer for many years, up to 2002. They gave me a lifetime membership in honor of my work for them.

If you look at the pictures on my profile, the yellow colored picture is of the Dungeon play room I built for them.

Many people I knew and played with in the larger club in Phoenix were easily as advanced as my profile reflects. Most of them were in relationships, within the club, but came to me to play with me on their Master's approval, because I was comfortable taking them farther than their committed Master may have been comfortable with.  This is not unusual, because I am not uncomfortable hurting someone to take them to where they NEED TO GO.  Many men have a major hang up with that.  They are "Afraid I May Hurt You".

I do not injure people, it is quite possible to provide all they need without more than some marks which will disappear in usually 24 hours, or much less.

The largest number of complaints I hear in this lifestyle is “He could not take me as far as I need to go, and it left me ‘hanging’, unsatisfied, because he was afraid he would hurt me”.

But those were people who were already in a Master / Slave relationship.  Never the less, they were also as far advanced as I have said I am looking for in my profile. 

I can also tell you that my cross section of experience with CollarMe.com, is pretty extensive, because I started "working" CollarMe.com in March of 2009, and have consistently looked at every new "Just Jointed" profile since then.  That is hundreds. I have logged a file folder of probably 40 contacts which at the outset were maybe prospects, and have kept the info, and copies of our Yahoo Instant Messages in their file folder.  Only maybe two of those are still considered to be active contacts.

Another factor is my age,,, I am 72 years old.  Most of my family has lived to 98 in earlier years, so most likely I will be around for another 30 years, maybe more with current life spans increasing annually.

For people who I meet locally this is often not a concern among the younger ones, because most people do not think I look that old,, and they get to meet the real me, not an image in their mind based on age.  I am very active, and, my lifestyle keeps me younger.

One young lady, Lynn, who is only 21 years old, is a student at U of A here, and she was collared as a slave to me for awhile last year, but her work load increased in school, in addition to having to start to work full time when her parents had financial downturns, and could not keep her going with their support. So she felt she could not due just to her commitment as a slave, and turned in her collar, with the understanding that when she had "needs" she could come by or go to one of our dungeon parties with me.  She found this simpler than dealing with the time and drama of trying to have a "boyfriend".

Lynn is a beautiful model, and has had nude photos of her modeling on display at the U of A art shows.  On a range of 1 to 10, she is a 12, a truly beautiful lady with a truly beautiful body.

Lynn was planning to go to last night's dungeon club party with me, having a night off of work, but got called in to cover for a no-show employee.  She wanted to try out the new Crucifixion Cross I built at the club, and we were going to take some pictures of her on it, to use in a "How To Use This Equipment" manual for the Club members, since most of them have NO experience with this kind of bondage.

I asked Lynn, when we met last year, how she felt about my age, and she said she had been raised to look at the person inside, not at superficial appearance, so age had never been a factor for her.   The first time we met, was at a coffee shop, because she wanted to try my new Sybian Machine, and had responded to a Craig’s List ad regarding free ride on a Sybian Machine.  Just before we got up from the table to leave, I paused, and said, "Listen to my voice, Look into my eyes,,and climax NOW". Much to her amazement she did so.  So we hit it off very quickly after that.

There are many in the lifestyle who are far more advanced actually than what I have put in my profile, and in my 43 years in this lifestyle, I have met and become close friends with many of them.  But, again, most of them were couples, and not looking.

In my personal life, I have had several slaves over the years who were as advanced as what my profile projects,, the last of them was my ex-wife who now lives in Las Vegas.  She was fine, although she had an earlier drug history, and a felony, before I met her. But then when her father died, who was living in our home, and I was his care giver,, she went down again on drugs, and this time she went into severe gambling, wiping out over $200,000 in gambling losses. This resulted in a divorce and losing the Subway store we owned, to pay off debts. I am still working through remaining paper work from that mess last year.

Now I live on my $1,700 a month social security check and the rent from a couple rental roommates who share my very large 3 bedroom, 2 bath home.

I often take on new-comers who want to learn from scratch. So I do not REQUIRE the kind of experience my profile suggests.  It just weeds out those who are NOT SERIOUSLY interested.

I would be glad to answer any questions you have.

With Kindest Regards,

Master Seth

Someone put on a question on learning to like pain, so this was my response:

The REAL secret, for many, if not most masochists, it to mix “sexual turn on” with pain.  The correct balance of adrenalin from excitement, (and some fear too), can be mixed with endorphins, from pain (and also some fear).

There are several other chemicals in the brain which have also been identified, as resulting from the above approaches.

There is also a time, sometimes referred to as PMS, just before onset of you cycle, when most masochists will be especially driven to explore pain, and BDSM more deeply than other times. Take advantage of your body's natural preparedness, for then doing some more extensive play than you might not the rest of the month.

"Properly mixing" (see below) the above referenced chemicals can create an literal "HIGH", not unlike being on hard drugs.  The results of doing this can be increased over a period of "play time" to the point the masochist is literally floating,,, and it can take some time, often up to an hour or more, before they will "come down" off of their "high" to the point they are even safe to drive.

The "properly mixing" is simply a reference to the balancing of the experience you are giving the masochist,, The dominant or Master, has to know how to "read" the masochist, which takes experience in general, and even more so, experience with the masochist involved at the time.

Of course the REAL PAYOFF, revolves around the unbelievable climaxes which can be achieved while your masochist is on this "high" headspace.

I had a masochist in my home at 7:30 am one Sunday morning who was screaming blood curdling screams from her climaxes which she was experiencing. A neighbor stuck his head over the high wall, and asked a male roommate of mine who was in the back yard, "Is everything OK over there?". I have been known in earlier times, to keep her screaming climaxes like that for up to two or three minutes, without let up.  She pretty much lost her voice for awhile that time.

I had the same lady bound to a table at our local private club dungeon, and after about a hour of candle wax, first all up and down her backside then scraped off with a HUGE dangerous & scary looking knife (think Crocodile Dundee's Knife, X's two!), then hot candle wax all up and down the front of her body. By that time she had increased endorphins,, was fairly high, (I have seen her much higher), so I took a vibrator and sent her into outer orbit of climaxing. I made the mistake of having my head right down next to her, growling or something, in her ear, when she exploded with s screaming climax,, it almost deafened me,, it was so close to my ear and so loud.

It was such a powerful scream it scared everyone in the food room just outside the dungeon room.

For many masochists, the pain alone can become, or train for it to become, such a sexual turn on that they will climax from just the pain alone.  In such cases, a slow whipping of the upraised and presented clit, (on her back with hips held up with hands underneath), with a belt or a horse quirk, can cause a full climax with each stroke of the belt or whip, (hence the “slow”, paced, whipping).

Have fun...

Master Seth

Tucson Arizona

MasterSeth9999@gmail.com

Picture model wanted for User Manual 

I built a Crucifixion Cross, for our Desert Dominion, our local and private BDSM club, of which I am president, and now I need to do a series of pictures of how to properly use this cross. Because even though I have a lot of research already in its use, most of the people in our lifestyle have no clue how to do this type of equipment properly. 

Then I see all of your great pictures on CM,, and I just KNOW, that I want your body on this, (my) new Crucifixion Cross, to demonstrate how to properly use the equipment of course.. and to take some pictures for a User Manual on how to use this Cross

Are you willing to come here and have your body bound to the cross, arms stretched, feet bound downward,,, knees out, then your skimpy slave girl rags ripped off, and finally, as your body thrusts outward, your nipples piercing thin air, as you gasp for air,,,striving to balance the pain of the stresses on your crucified body, your arms and legs, I rip off your last shred of modesty .
 

Your loin cloth rips away, revealing your final beauty,, dripping with the excitement of your naked exposure in your predicament, your torso shaking, quaking, shaking off the drips which are running down your inner thighs.
 

Your outthrust body, begging for the whip, the dildo, the heavy vibrator to be shoved up into you,, your now screaming with climaxes mixed with the pain of the cross. As you sag down, sinking deep into a black abyss of pain, pleasure and endorphins, everything grows dark,, . no longer able to beg for more, not sure if you’re alive or dead,, spinning, blackness.

Someone wrote me, asking,,,

Interesting profile,,,would you mind me asking what kind of dog you have?

I REPLIED,,,,
Hi xxxxxxx,
Well, we adopted him, Max, from a no-kill shelter, when he was about a year old, maybe two, they did not know.... So he has no exact blood line.

But the folks at the shelter said it was mostly a Hound Dog, with maybe a little dachshund thrown in which would account for it's slightly short legs..

I got it for my ex-wife, about 9 years ago,,it was supposed to be her dog.

He has a pretty low key personality. 

He never seemed to like women, so it became my buddy. 

So about three or four years ago, I got her a Springer Spaniel puppy, to be her dog.

The exc-wife/slave got both of them, after last year's divorce. She had the Springer Spaniel, and  I had Max, but they did not do well without each other, so I let her take Max too, when she moved to Las Vegas, with her gambling addiction....that had wiped us out...before the divorce...  Then last fall the Springer died from cancer.

Thank you for your letter.

Wow,,, I am a little overwhelmed here...

This answer has been more than a little hard to write back to you... I actually put it off for awhile...
 
21 hours and 13 minutes to be exact,, , sorry for the delay. 

Maybe answering it has helped me cope, I guess, or maybe not. 

It pulled open some things which I thought had healed, guess they had not. Guess I had just buried them, in a can labeled Unresolved... 

I thought it was all buried,, but maybe you know how,, those things can jump up and bit you, when you thought it was far behind you...

hugs...

Master Seth

"Well, the answer to your question is this. For many of us, we are programmed genetically to seek a mate.  And for those of us, like YOU and ME,, we will continue till our last breath to do so. It is only when WE find that solution, are do we FEEL fulfilled."

"I am sorry you TOO have continued to feel that pain.  But it is now time for you to SEE this soul is also in the same boat.  Lets explore what we can together." 

"I love the face in your picture,,, and I suspect ,,, because I am a "reader" that I "see" more in a picture than you may understand one can do.  Yours resonates with me, anyway.  I feel the history of pain, the hope, the NEED, the huge huge potential for some of the most exciting sexual life which is being unfufilled.  I guess I should mention here too, that I teach classes in ESP.  I think in those eyes, that you may be a "reader" too."

http://www.collarspace.com/htmlarea/smileys/0006.gif">     THE HALL OF SHAME

It is very frustrating, when we put all kinds of information out there, and people contact us without reading it, as they have BEEN REQUESTED TO DO BEFORE REPLYING OR CONTACTING US.

So, I am going to start putting up examples of these in the Hall Of Shame.

Here is an example:

From:             prettypainslut

Dated:   4/13/10 9:24 PM

greeting, thanks for the email, do You use yahoo so we can chat?

 AND HERE IS WHAT MY WRITINGS SAY:

April 2010
REPORT ON 1 YEAR OF RESULTS ON COLLARME.COM

A few years ago, I did presentations and marketing for a service company.  My old boss used to tell me, it is all about the percentages, if you are going to get one new account for every 100 contacts you make, then your are going to get 5 new accounts for every 500 contacts you make.

And you know,, ?? He was right.  And I did well with that.

Now here on CM there is a SERIOUS percentages problem. 98% of all the "women" on here is some sort of SPAM.

Some are just getting off online.

Some are Scamming guys for travel money, then they dissappear.

Some are just "hopeful", but not likely to make a match up.

Some will talk to you for days, weeks or months, even when you tell them right up front that you DO NOT send money.

I think some of those are just keeping guys tied up with their communications to keep the other competiting lady scammers from connecting with them.

Then a few change their mind, after committing to come serve a Master.

Some of those are not sure the Master is advanced or experienced enough for their needs.

Some of those are afraid the Master is too extreme for their ability to cope with him.

So, here is my report, about 20 letters a day sent out to each new member each day. Some days only about 6.

About 3 replies a day.

Most are off shore, pretending to be American, but wanting money to get back to the USA

A few act real, and some have had ongoing conversations for weeks, planning to move here.  Then they die off, or simply dissappear.,

Total results, 0 slaves have moved here, or met me locally.

but, I have not found much of an alternative website, sooo, I try it daily, to see if some one is real out there, like I am.

OH, ONE MORE POINT, since there have been zero real people arrive here, I DO continue to look, write, and search. And even if one does arrive here, My goal is to have two or three in a poly home here... so,, what is my point?
Well, I hear some of you run more than one profile, and compare notes between them, sooo, to not be surprised if I show up on both of them.  Why would I stop looking, just because another one of the 40 some who have said they were coming here, said the same thing again today or tomorrow?

You are to be complimented for reading this far. so,,, 

Maybe this is a good place to explain why my profile is so long, as well as these journal entries.

Many ladies on CM complain that the doms and masters are not real, and one reason is that they claim, maybe rightly, that the men just put out little or NO information about them selves, Then they try to explain themselves in terms designed to mold exactly to what the woman says she is looking for.  Well, that makes sense, I guess. And knowing how many men are game players, and have NO experience in this lifestyle, I do not disagree with this concern.

NOW, this, you see, is why my profile is long, detailed, so you know up front that I am REAL. Because I tell you right up front.  Give me a little credit for that, and NOW, you be REAL, and read all my profile before you waste my time, lying about where you are, or trying to get money,,,, won't happen.  The lady I seek is successful, and can at least pay the bus fare to get to Tucson, or the gas for her car.  If your too broke for that, then your a charity case I am not interested in.

I keep getting feedback that slaves are looking for more detail. beyond what my profile has, so let's see if your really ready to face your new Reality...

YOU WILL

The position here is open, but here are the Terms...

Reply if you’re interested.  Master Seth   ph 520-780-3744. more details follow these Terms:

If you become my slave,, you will be a totally collared, shackled, caged, sex slave, and in total service in all areas.

I expect a slave to me to be a bottomless masochistic slave who totally lives for my abuse, and who is otherwise mentally stable and no drug use, or addictions, including no smoking.

Your limits will be only those which this Master sets for you, as well as my limits I set for myself.

My limits are:
 Death.
 Health Hazards>
 Kids, playing with underage.
 Broken bones.
 Triggering of known mental issues from past origins.

Other than those limits, you will be subject to the most base and vile torture, so as to satisfy me sexually as I listen to your screams, begging, sobbing. Nothing turns me on like a crying woman.

When you arrive here, You will present to me, naked as the day you were born, and prepared to be born again into my service, to be molded as I desire you to be, and swear and contract to be my totally owned property and slave, holding no more status than a carcass of a pig, slaughtered, strung up in the meat smoke house to be BBQ’d.

You will be, immediately upon your arrival, be strung up, naked, and on tiptoes, and you will receive a welcome in the form of the most extreme whipping with a long single tail snake whip, being wrapped around you entire body as the body is hanging by its wrists. A simple piece of meat to practice my whipping on, and I am impervious to any screaming which may come out of the piece of meat as it is being tortured.

You will be owned property, my piece of prime rib.

You may or may not be nameless.

Whether or not you ever get anything after that, will be up to me, and how well you please me with your total servitude attitude, your depraved existence, your begging for more and worse treatment….

Whether or not you will ever get to eat, drink, get clothing, get climaxes, get pain, get out of bondage, will all depend on how well I am pleased with you.

Your food, and your pain trips with me, must be earned by your total service to me and to anyone who I feel it is safe to give you to for pain and service UNDER MY SUPERVISION.

You will NOT work for sex/money, which is illegal.

I will NOT put you out to serve anyone else for money, which s illegal.

You will be expected to work/employed outside of the home and contribute your earnings to the household and possibly to medical insurance for you.

You will do work around the household, and will often remain naked within the house hold, as well as in the yard, which is surrounded by walls in front, side, and back yards. The privacy is not total, but the walls are 5 to 6 ft brick and cement block with screening above that in some areas.

You will masturbate and climax, on command, but ONLY on command.

You will be taught to climax instantly, on verbal and hand signal command, anywhere you may be with me, in the home, at dungeon club parties and social events, at the theatre, in shopping malls. Failure to do so will result in, as I described earlier, the most extreme whipping with a long single tail snake whip, being wrapped around you entire body as it is hanging by its wrists. A simple piece of meat to practice my whipping on, and I am impervious to any screaming which may come out of the piece of meat as it is being tortured.

If that proves inadequate, I will torture you with electric shocks in all your most sensitive places.

You will be an exhibitionist, put out for total exhibition of your whipped and tortured body anywhere, and in any manner which I tell you to do so.

You will be bi sexual, and will likely have sister slaves here in the home. It is a Poly household. You will have no choice in that matter.

You may be put on display, naked, usually in very exposed bondage, as a decoration at our dungeon parties, for everyone to look at, and, UNDER MY SUPERVISION to assure your safety, to be touched, to be whipped, to be tortured, or just left to hang on the wall as one would hang a erotic painting on the wall, to be looked at, or to be ignored. Your body will be wired for the pleasure of others, WITH MY SUPERVISION, to be allowed to torture you with shocks. Your body will strapped down tight on a gurney table, and will be used as a food service platter, as they spear sliced food from your skin, which has been spread out for their sandwiches. Your stomach will be used as a cutting board for cheeses, and you nipples used as holders for sliced candied apples.

You may be, in these instances, mounted in naked bondage on top of my Sybian fucking machine, and left there for anyone who wishes to turn on the machine, operate the controls, as they may wish, to drive you into involuntary climaxes as they may like to watch, again UNDER MY SUPERVISION to assure your safety, but only safety from death or health threats, which would render you unable to live and be healthy the next day for further horror and torment.

You will wish to die at my torture, but you will not be given that escape. Instead, if I ever get tired of you, we will work jointly to find a suitable new Master and slave torturer..

 THOSE ARE YOUR TERMS IF YOU WANT TO COME HERE TO SERVE ME.

NOTICE, NO MONEY WILL BE SENT FOR ANYTHING, THAT IS THE BIGGEST SCAM ON THE INTERNET. 

I hope your Real,, If you like my terms, above, then the rest of this will be of interest to you as well.

I have actually READ All of your profile, unusual as this may seem on CM, LOL, and I am interested

I have also posted a long and detailed profile, (it does NOT contain these TERMS, but then, one has to take SOME precautions) which tells you a LOT about me,,, with lot of pictures, have a look......then,,,

Tell me if you’re interested in serving a VERY REAL EXPERIENCED, and highly recommended Master.  Apparently there are a lot on CM who are not real.....

I am not only real, I am also on Council, and Pres. of our local BDSM lifestyle club. 

I spent a lot of time and work to prepare my profile and organize it for you, so you will know a lot about me. Sooo...respect my effort for you,   and, 

Before you reply to me,,,Read ALL of my Profile as well as my Journal notes first ! ! !

After ALL,,,, I did read yours before sending this to you,,, ! ! !

In fact, if you’re a true slave, I probably have provided you MORE than enough to make a decision. It is just that I know you will have dozens of emails wanting to own you. 

So, I believe it is important to provide you enough to make a decision. If you need information to Google me on the Internet, to verify me, let me know. I am well known, and safe, not a killer,,, LOL LOL LOL…

But as they say, this may be your last decision, then If you have submitted to me and my advanced experience, this Master will do the decisions for you… smiles….

I am NOT a “wanna-be” Master, so if you’re tired of the “kids” who are afraid to give you what you really need, and are scared that they “may actually hurt you”,, then I am the Master for you.

If you decide you want to serve me, AFTER YOU HAVE READ all of my profile, and journal entries, then write me a letter, tell me how you feel that you match up to my profile in its various specifications as to what I do, what I need, and why you think you fit to me as my future slave here in Tucson Arizona, USA.

This is a big decision, for me and certainly for you.  So you need to think carefully about coming here. You may want to make a trip here for a temporary visit, to be sure.  That would be reasonable, but not required.

You may want a contract, but I am from the “old school”, where a man’s word and his hand shake on deal was the norm.  And I have written and worked with contracts all my business life, and they are not of a great value. A letter of application, and total submission, are the simplest way, but I will consider alternatives you may wish to discuss.

I will also expect to ask you some questions about your financial situation, debts, jobs you have held, education, etc. I do not take on someone’s debts, and, you will, as you will read in my profile, be expected to work outside the home to help support your costs of being in the home, and possibly health insurance.

Thank You,,  
Master Seth  

 Post Script:

I was recently asked to do a complete “Slave Breaking” scene and educational program, at the Arizona Power Exchange, in Phoenix, Arizona, which I did provide, on Monday the 15th, of Feb, 2010.

Does that qualify me to be REAL ENOUGH for what you’re looking for?

You can also find me on .com, as MasterSeth9999.  There you will find many of my “Writings”, and more about me.

Sooo,,, I AM REAL, unlike most who play on this website.

CONTACT INFORMATION:

Do you have Yahoo Messenger address for Instant Messages?

I use masterseth99@yahoo.com for Instant Messages.

I do not have AOL or other IM's, other than Yahoo.com’s  IM.

I use masterseth9999@gmail.com for direct email and sending attached pictures, and documents/files.

Always totally open and honest, so, my phone, 520-780-3744.

If you need to hide your phone number, simply dial *67 first. It will show simply "Unavailable"

If you're in Tucson, *67-780-3744, outside Tucson *67-520-780-3744.

I just got offer to be the Master for the first time in a BDSM porn movie, and the producer is going to do it right in my own home, with a model he has coming in from Oregon tonight,,,, go figure,,,,

Apparently he was impressed with the scenes he has seen me do at our local club with slaves.  It is certainly not because I am a young beautiful stud,, LOL

However, his model never showed, up, so better luck next time. (Maybe she heard about Master Seth, you think??? LOL)

f you want to find out why this happens, for a Master with 42 years of experience at what I do, then come serve me in Tucson Arizona. 

You ladies all look and sound very REAL, hope you are, but I KNOW most of you are not real, so for those who are real, I have a message for you,,,,, I will take you as a no limits slave in a heartbeat if you want to read my profile and see if your serious and willing, and if I approve your request….. All you have to do is get here, on a bus, or drive here. The position is currently open, and I AM one of the most experienced Masters in this country.

This is a rare opportunity. 

Most of the men on here are in-experienced wanna-bees, game players or worse, frauds who play with your heart, and never become real.  

I hear this all the time. and I see it all the time in the bitterness, pain and suffering of heartbreak by so many women who I read and talk to, who post their profiles on CM, they spend most of their effort trying to write something which will push back the JUNK on CM....

These clowns will leave a lady sitting in a hotel waiting for days, at the Canada Border for a Master who never shows up, or they go across the ocean, to a strange city or country, and the man they talked to for weeks or months, sometimes even on the phone, turns out to be a fake, and they are stuck there and broke. 

And unfortunately, the same is true with the women scammers on CM as well, they scam money constantly from men for so called "Travel Money" then the guy never hears from them again. Their profile disappears, and your left holding the empty bag.

The same thing is going on now in a new scam, the BDSM training camps, where men are asked to pay money to the "school" to check them out and to pay to release the slave from the school. Here is info from a Google search on this problem:

http://www.scam.com/showthread.php?p=880185

There are similar scams going on in so called slave training camps and schools in California, and Europe.

Most of these “wanna-be’s” are afraid of really "hurting you", so they fail to take you as far as you need to go, which will leave you "in-completed". If you really “let go” and really scream, they get timid, and back off, just when you most need them to take you where you need to go…..  sound familiar?? I hear this sad story so MANY times, over and over, all through these years.

When I do s/m scenes with you, I get into your head, live vicariously in your enjoyment, climaxes, crying, screaming, begging, serving, melting at my feet.  That is why I am so good at what I do to you.

I have done scenes at the "old" Phoenix APEX club that were so intense, so powerful, and I was so into the head of the slave, that the whole room of other players around the dungeon did not exist for us, until we were done. Then to my amazement, I would look around and realize that the whole room had stopped, and were transfixed on what we were doing, and sometimes even applause would break out.

I recently did an educational program, on “Breaking A Slave, at the Phoenix APEX club, which included a complete total breaking of a slave. She was, at her request, collared to me, to be in total submission head space to me, for that evening, to do the program. As she said, “The hardest part would be taking the collar off at the end of the evening.”

We had already been acquainted for a while, both on line and at other events up there at APEX, which I have traveled up there for. In fact she had once said to me “Master Seth is an experience I want to have.” But she is anchored in a career in Phoenix, and I am anchored in Tucson. 

As a result, there had been a lot of energy building up between us.  So, when I was asked to go from Tucson up to Phoenix to do that "slave breaking" program, she, being a resident of Phoenix, said YES, she was willing to do this program, both for us, as well as to benefit the APEX group.

The program was announced to have NO limits, NO safe words, NO fixed closing time, but would go until the slave was totally broken.  After this program, a number of members, old friends of mine, who had known me back when I would play in the old dungeon location, came up to me and would say “gosh, this was just like the “old days” at APEX.

It was funny, that slave said she would “wear me out” in the breaking demo,,  LOL, she may be 20 years younger than me, and a big (not fat) lady, strong, in great shape, looks 18 years younger than she is,. But she did not win, and she was broken in the end result, and I was still "wired" and could have taken on another breaking.....

But our goal was a good turnout, and since I was so well known there for years before I moved to Tucson in 2002, and since she is so well known there now, as a beautiful and heavy masochist, we created just what we wanted, a record turnout in the whole 22 year history of APEX 75 people attended, standing room only ! ! !

Ok enough with the background, what do YOU WANT TO DO??

So, take your pick, being left "incomplete" by the young or wanna-bees, or constantly satisfied by my mature experience....

I do not like to spend a lot of time online chatting. IF I approve of an applicant slave, I will own you, if you want to be owned, you will work in Tucson to carry your part of this poly house hold and “my clan”, and you will be a total slave rest of time in this home.

You will be put on erotic bondage sometimes at the BDSM parties, maybe just put on the wall as a piece of beautiful art for part of the evening, you will be a pain slut masochist for me, to make my sadist nature happy, You will ride my Sybian machine regularly, climaxing constantly till you think you can never "make it" again, after which I will make you cum some more,,  perhaps just by adding the touch of my fingernails up your back, and perhaps by my powerful command, to “MAKE IT NOW, SLAVE, NO BODY TOLD YOU YOU COULD STOP ! ! ! ”.

If you want to be here, if you want to serve me, or if you want to join my Clan. for training and/or protection,  follow up immediately, make your interests, questions, and desires known. 

I have debated the following for a long time, starting of a “Clan” here in Tucson for those who wish to join, are invited to join, serve together, support each other, and generally be “The Good, The Bad, and The Erotic”, and learn together. The concept will be patterned somewhat on the Dragon Clan in Phoenix, headed up by probably the most impressive Master in Arizona, Master Dennis, and an old and personal friend of mine for many years. I had actually talked to Master Dennis last year about his work with his clan, with this thought in mind..

What to call the Clan,, “The Good, The Bad, and The Erotic”, (TGTBTE?) naa, gotta work on the name  LOL

Maybe it is simply The Clan of Seth. After all, I took the Seth name because of the karma of the Seth Speaks Books, and the Seth Material, and that was long before I had studied the Seth Material years later...

So, perhaps, the “Clan of Seth” name would again continue perpetuate itself as a concept long after I am dust.

Oh, may I hasten to say, according to the genetics of my family, I am due to be around to well over 99years, so I got another 30 years to go,, LOL

Yes, slave, and total service in all areas.

I seek a bottomless masochistic slave who totally lives for my abuse, and who is otherwise mentally stable and no drug use, or addictions, including no smoking.

Your limits will be only those which this Master sets for you.

My limits are:
 Death.
 Health Hazards>
 Kids.
 Broken bones.
 Triggering of known mental issues from past origins.

When you arrive here, You will present to me naked as the day you were born, and prepared to be born again into my service, to be molded as I desire you to be, and swear and contract to be my totally owned property and slave.

You will be owned property.

You may or may not be nameless.

Whether or not you ever get anything after that, will be up to me, and how well you please me with your total servitude attitude.

Whether or not you will ever get to eat, drink, get clothing, get climaxes, get pain, get out of bondage, will all depend on how well I am pleased with you.

Your food, and your pain trips with me, must be earned by your total service to me and to anyone who I feel it is safe to give you to for pain and service UNDER MY SUPERVISION.

You will NOT work for sex/money, which is illegal.

I will NOT put you out to serve anyone else for money, which s illegal.

You will be expected to work outside of the home and contribute your earnings to the household and possibly to medical insurance for you.

You will do work around the household, and will often remain naked within the house hold, as well as in the yard, which is surrounded by walls in front, side, and back yards.

You will masturbate and climax, on command, but ONLY on command.

You will be taught to climax instantly, on verbal and hand signal command, anywhere you may be with me, in the home, at dungeon club parties and social events, at the theatre, in shopping malls.

You will be an exhibitionist anywhere, and in any manner which I tell you to do so.

You may be put on display, naked, usually in very exposed bondage, as a decoration at our dungeon parties, for everyone to look at, and, UNDER MY SUPERVISION to assure your safety, to touch, to be whipped, to be tortured, or just left to hang on the wall as one would hang a erotic painting on the wall, to be looked at, or to be ignored.

You  may be in these instances, mounted in naked bondage on top of my Sybian fucking machine, and left there for anyone who wishes to turn on the machine, operate the controls, as they may wish, to drive you into involuntary climaxes as they may like to watch, again UNDER MY SUPERVISION to assure your safety.