The Ramblings of Dickhead Idealist

 I have a fetish for consent… sounds odd right? But I do and if your a top I bet you do too. If you don't I'm gonna need you to leave. This place is not for you. 

I want you to need it. I want to look into your eyes and see the fire… the desire… the fear… the excitement. I want you to beg. I want it to sound like you might die if I don't.

I want to watch your body move into me while your words scream to stop. I want to watch you fight yourself and lose… and I want you to want that too. 

I want you to give me everything. I want you to crawl to my boots, beaten and used, to kiss them. And I want that to make you the happiest slut in the world. 

I want you to tell me when you can't anymore. I want you to show me that line. I want to bend you but I don't want to break you. Broken toys don't play right any more so what fun is that. I CRAVE that Safeword. Show me what your worth and show me you know your limits. 

I have a fetish for consent. It is apparent in my kink. Is it apparent in yours? It probably should be. The line between fun and felony is real slim around here. Have fun and get a consent fetish ❤😍

Why do we put children as a limit? It seems rather strange to me. I've got a better idea... how about if children. AREN'T a limit for you, just go ahead and stick that at the top of your profile. It'll save us all a lot of time and energy.... and the polices too.

Children should not be a limit. Children should not even be part of the conversation. I'm all for YKINMK but kids are not a kink. Not only would doing anything with kids be objectively morally wrong, it's also a big ole fat FELONY. 

Why am I bitching about this? Why do I care? 

I care because there is a dangerous leap of logic that leads to a very dark place that starts with this simple harmless action. It's the same leap that means that I, as a poly person, cannot have a P in the alphabet mafia. Pedophiles. 

Pedophile have long looked for a place to normalize themselves in society. They have turned to rebranding, calling themselves MAP (minor attracted persons), or piggybacking, as they attempted to do with the alphabet mafia. The last thing we need as a lifestyle is for them to decide to try to join us as we normalize our way of life. 

My suggested edit?

"Things or persons who cannot consent." This delivers the same message but in a clearer way. Consent is key. Children cannot consent because they can never be properly informed. Their brains are not developed enough to be able to conceptualize the ideas we would need them to understand in order to consent. At the same time this covers drunk/high people, animals, mentally handicap people who are below the ability to think like an adult, and so many more. 

We have to think about the little things. Our words and actions guide those arround us. Little things grow into big things and big things change the game. 

*steps off my soap box* 

Thank you for listening. 

There once was a man. He was like other men but at the same time he was not. He drank and ate and laughed with them but when he was alone he would ponder. He would unravel the universe and attempt to neatly organize the chaos around him and he was surprisingly successful most of the time. He sorted everything and everyone. Not by race or looks but by their actions. He had boxes for everything. A box for liars, a box for honesty, a box for kindness, a box for cruelty. He felt as though he had built all the boxes he would ever need to build.

One day as he walked through the woods, holding his spear for protection but not expecting to use it, he heard a strange voice behind him.

“Hello there,” said the voice from nowhere. “What has brought you to my woods?”

The man spun on the spot to find the source, his spear raised in instinct. “I have come to seek the wisdom of solitude,” the man said to the nothing. “Present yourself so that I may go away from you and seek my peace alone.”

“If peace you seek,” said the nothing “then why, might I ask, do you carry a weapon of war?”

“I am but a man,” he responded. “I have no fangs as the great wolf does. I have not the size of the bear, nor the speed of the cat. I carry this weapon to ensure my safety from beasts such as these.”

“Do you feel safe behind your spear?” the nothing said. “Does it bring you peace?”

The man spun around looking for the source as it seemed to come from everywhere. “Show yourself, man, and let me be away from you.”

“But I am not a man,” responded the nothing. “I am the guardian of these sacred woods. I have seen you here many times. I have watched you on your walks. I have watched you with your spear. I have watched as you sought your wisdom. I have watched as you took from my forest and consumed its flesh. I have watched as you drank its blood from the river. A man is what you are, as destructive as all the others. A burden on this forest. A burden of this world.”

“Are you here to pass judgment then, spirt?” The man asked lowering his spear. “Have you watched me and found my actions wanting? Am I to pay for the sins against your forest?”

“No,” the spirt responded. “How can these things be sins? Should a wolf not be a wolf? Should a bear not be a bear?”

“Of course, a bear should be a bear and a wolf should be a wolf. What else would they be if not themselves,”

“Then why should a man be anything but a man. Men are beasts like any other beast. So why should they be judged differently from any other beast?”

“Men have brains for logic and reasoning. My brain made this spear. It has slain many creatures, large and small. It has taken many lives. Men should know better than to build such weapons. We know the pain they cause and the harm they do but still we proceed. We should be judged for the harm we knowingly do to others because we know what we do.”

“Your brain is but a tool. As you said, you have not the fangs of a wolf, nor the size of a bear, nor the speed of the cat. These are their tools. Do they not use their tools to eat? Do they not use their tools to fight? Your brain sets you apart from other beasts, this is true. It tells you to step over the anthill instead of on it. It tells you to let the doe pass as your coffers are full. It tells you to be mindful not to take all the berries as you’ll need them to grow again. It tells you to feed the rabbit so that it may feed you. A man’s brain is his tool. It can cause much destruction but it also causes him to aim for the heart of his prey, to not cause unneeded pain, and to feel pain when his misses. So I ask again, why should a man be judged differently than any other beast?”

“Then tell me, sprit, why have you come if not to judge me? What business have we thar you have disturbed my walk.”

“I wish to offer you the wisdom you seek.”

“You know why men are evil and cruel?”

“I do. The answer lies I’m this very conversation in fact. Although it may not be the way you thought to look for it.”

“Give me your wisdom, spirt. I shall ponder it as I do all things.”

“Every beast works with the tools it is given. Few have the ability to make their own tools as you have and fewer yet may ponder how best to use them. Do not hate the man for being cruel any more than you would hate the wolf for biting. Instead, pity him for lacking the tools to be kind.”

The man thought about this for a moment before responding. “So the question is not ‘Why are men cruel?’ The real question is ‘Why don’t all men possess the tools to be kind?’, am I correct?”

“You are very wise yourself,” the spirt replied. “I am going back to tending my woods, but always remember when you come here that I am watching. Use your tools, man, as the other beasts do. But just as I do not judge you for being a man, judge not other men for not possessing your tools.”

I'm finding the three + personals page to be really sad. Everybody's just out here unicorn hunting, which is fine you do you. If another girl is what you need for your relationship to feel whole I'm not here to judge you in the slightest but where are my polycules at?

Like let's go ahead and round three up to ten and call that just getting started. Let's buy a mansion on that's 30 bedrooms on 15 salaries and build a hippie commune with a garden and baby cows. Let's have enough people that all love each other that you can take a road trip across the country and never need a hotel. Lets have enough people to bulid a whole town because we just cant fit them all in a house or two. Let's be so big they come knocking on the door to make sure we aren't trying to amass an army to overthrow the government. I'd call it successful when someone gets pregnant and not only do we not know who's kid it is, we really couldn't care less. They say it takes a village to raise a child anyway so let's build the village because i don't much care for the ones we already have. Love is a unlimited resource. The more you give the more you have. I want to prove that to the rest of the world. 

So I'll just keep sitting over here bumping my ad above the unicorn hunters in hope that a like minded person will come along and add to our little pile of love. Thanks for listening have a good day 😊 

Worship me, my slave.

Kiss the feet of your Master.

Surrender yourself.

Thank you for the challenge that was fun. 😁😁😁

This is a random reminder/psa that slaves are slaves and subs are subs. These words are not interchangeable. Using them interchangeably is both dangerous and frankly disrespectful to people who live either lifestyles. 

Slave vs Sub Blog post

Trigger warning!!!

This episode contains topics of...

-Kidnapping 

-Discussions of drug use and subsequent death

-Discussions of abuse

If these are not your cup of tea feel free to back out now. I do not condone the activities performed in this story. It's is fantasy and neither it nor anything like it should be done. Consent is key but in the world of fantasy, we can explore darker events than we can in reality. Stay safe and have a good time. 

Part 4

Flashback 1 year

"It's not real." She says with a giggle. "It's just a fun little website where you fill out this test and they give you a certificate of ownership. You could stop telling them fake ass Doms you have a Dom and instead show them you belong to this group. All it requires is a test and a couple of clothed pics for your certificate. Look there's even a place for you to list your social media so you can use it as a kinky little business card." 

Jenny giggles back. "And you're sure it's not real?" She says, looking through the website. 

"Of course not. How could it even be? Besides, I've had my membership card for 2 years and nothing's happened to me. And we both know that I'd be the one they'd take. So you're super safe." 

Jenny ignored her friend's backhanded compliment like she always does. She knows she doesn't mean anything by it. It's just her nature to be a little mean sometimes. Besides she's right. Who would choose her over the perfect bodied, beautifully submissive May? This girl had "slave" tattooed on her pussy simply because her Master had liked the idea. She was perfectly safe. 

She clicked the button to start the test. It started very basic. Age, weight, height, eye, and hair color, but soon the questions started to make her have to think harder and harder. The conversations around her started to blur as more and more of her attention was pulled into the test. The question that stuck out the most was one of the simplest questions she had ever answered. Its simplicity gave her a start. She had answered it but barely even thought about it until several questions later. 

Would you leave your entire life willingly to live the kink fantasy of your dreams? 

Of course, she would. To be a kept slave girl? To never have to worry ever again about anything but pleasing a Master or Mistress. She'd go in a heartbeat. It's not even like she'd be leaving much behind with her as the only child of a set of druggie parents that had ODed together when she was a senior in high school. She had no family. Only Greg. She had started dating him just before her parents died, and since he had his own place, being a year older than her, she had just moved in. That's when the abuse had started...

She pushed the thoughts from her mind. 'It's just a silly test. Stop overthinking it.' She scolded herself. She finished it quickly, got her certificate, put on her happy face, and showed it to May. 

"There," she giggled handing her the certificate she had printed "are you happy?"

Of course, she wasn't. She had a thousand more things she wanted to do and she always wanted to do them all right now. And so with this task completed, they were off on the next of May's stupid ideas. 

Present 

And now here she found herself. Slumped on a concrete floor asking a question she already knew the answer to...

"This is it isn't it?" She says playing that whole scene out in her mind. 

"This is what, little slave?"

"This is The Company."

I pick up a copy of her certificate and slide it into the vacuum tube. I watch as floats down to land in front of her face up on the floor. Where I had expected an explosion I was instead met with a heavy sigh that almost sounded like relief.

"So it is real then," she says rather matter-of-factly. She looks up at the hole in the ceiling as if it will tell her something. "You know everyone thinks your a myth. That it's a game. That it can't be real.

I sit quietly watching choosing not to respond. Of course, I know that. There would never be a single application if they knew they might be selected for kidnapping. And even the ones who actually would be stupid enough to reply would not be anyone I would want to accept.

I watch her stand fully upright. Her expression pained like the words she was trying to make her mouth say physically hurt her.

"Sometimes though," she says as she pulls the soiled shirt over her head. "Late at night, especially after a round of Gary's 'love and correction' I would dream that it was real." Her hand moves to the button of her pants under her bare belly and pops it before sliding them down over her hips. "Do you know what happened yesterday morning?" She pulls off her shoes, socks, and pants and deposits them on her shirt. "I think you do and I think that's why I'm here." Her hands fumble the hooks on her bra. Releasing them from its hold.

I did know. I had been watching it happen. He had found everything. He had told her to come home early from work so they could talk about what he had found. I had had to act quickly to get her before she went inside. He was going to kill her. I knew that and she did too. She had accepted her death, but I had had better plans

"I don't know why you took me. I don't know why I'm not dead." Her thumbs hooked into the sides of her panties "but what I do know is that I have nowhere to go that doesn't end in me dying." She pulls them down and off and stares. "So if my death will bring joy to someone rather than only pain and anger then who is a slave to refuse such an offer." She picks up the cuffs and snaps the first side tightly on her wrist. Then moves her hands behind her back and clamps the other side down too.

My heart thumps rapidly as she kneels neatly on the floor in front of the door and silently awaits the promised reward.   

Trigger warning!!!

This episode contains topics of....

-MFf cuckoldry

-Caging

-Degradation

-Extreme beating

-Bodily fluids (cum, piss, blood)

If these are not your cup of tea feel free to back out now. I do not condone the activities preformed in this story. It's is fantasy and neither it or anything like it should be done. Consent is key but in the world of fantasy we can explore darker events than we can in reality. Stay safe and have a good time.

Out with the Old

My whole body hurt. It was like a thousand needles had been stuck throughout my body and they were all electrified. My cage was not big enough for me to stretch out so every night for the past year had been spent naked and curled up trying to hold in the warmth. But I was very grateful for the pile of rags The Queen had recently granted me, they helped keep the heat in a little and ever so slightly pad the hard plastic kennel floor.

The rocking of the bed and the low moans emitting from it suggests I may be let out soon. How else would The Queen get clean after her glorious pussy services this worthless slaves amazing husband? Only by the tongue of the slave of course. My pussy hurt to please him instead but I knew it wasn't nearly as good as The Queens. It wasn't even worth me touching myself even if I did deserve it which I didn't. The Queen had explained it to her very clearly, my pussy was only actually put there for punishment and pain and their were plenty of both to keep it satisfied.

When I had caught my husband cheating I was furious. I felt so betrayed and hurt but that anger quickly turned to guilt. This was my fault. I had denied him what he deserved. I had not been what he needed. I had thought back to the weeks in a row I had not given him anything or even shown interest. I would fix it I thought. I would be better and he would come back to me.

That night instead of confronting him I had dressed up and when he came home late again I didn't make a fuss. I took him straight to bed gave him everything I had been denying. I let him use me in every way he could think of that night and some I had suggested myself. I had been desperate to save my marriage. When it was done I had hurt as much on the outside as I did in my heart. I told him what I knew and he didn't even try to deny it. They would work it out he said. It would be better he said. I fell asleep crying in his arms still apologizing, still softly begging him to choose me. Still telling him I would be better. That was the last night I spent in my bed.

When I awoken the next morning The Queen was there. One look at her had magnificent nude body made it all make sense. Of course I wasn't good enough. Who could compete with this goddess of a woman. She was sucking my husband's cock in my bed right beside me and she couldn't even bring herself to stop her. All I could do was lay there and watch my husband's soul be sucked out through his glorious cock. And when he had finished in her mouth she hadn't simply swallowed. She had spit the cum out on her own body and looked at me.

"Lick me clean and accept your role little cuck slave." She said. I had tried to look to my husband, to plead with him to let me try again but the moment my eyes left her she hit me hard in the face. That was the moment I accepted my fate. I licked her clean through the tears and the pain. I was lucky just to get to be here. I was lucky to be allowed in the presence of such a woman. I was lucky to be allowed to see my husband happier than I has ever made him. I knew the only way I was going to stay this lucky was to make myself absolutely indispensable to this goddess.

When I had finished cleaning her she ordered me off the bed.

"Kneel at the foot with your head over edge." She said. "I want you to touch your worthless little pussy one last time before I take it away from you forever. Lucky for you I'm feeling very generous this morning so I'm going to give you something to watch while you cum."

I slid off the bed onto my knees and watched as she straddled him. My fingers found my clit and began turning slow circles as she took his rehardened cock inside her. His cock glistened with her wetness every time she lifted. The moans of ecstasy stabbed icy knives into my heart as my own wetness swelled. With effortless grace her body reacted to his need and quickened her steady strokes. My fingers moved faster with her forcing a moan from my lips.

"Please Sir" She begged "Please find this pissy worthy to fill." Her voice small and submissive. Truly begging, truly needing him to validate her undeniable beauty and skill. My pussy throbbed for release but seemed unable to accomplish it. I rubbed faster trying to break over the edge.

"Cum with me my sweet," he commanded. My heart stabs again as he calls her the name he used to call me. My eyes start to tear up but my fingers move even faster. His hips lift as he growls out a moan. Her legs tighten as she cuts back against him and as of someone pulled the pin on my grenade I finally exploded in orgasm as my whole body begins to sob. The tears fell like rain as my pussy convulsed around nothing. My head fell down onto the mattress only to be lifted by my hair as The Queens pussy was pressed to my face. I began to lick every drop from her even before she commanded it. Wanting so much to touch the man this cum came from, I suck every drop I can find from her.

A dribble from her pussy slides down over her asshole as she squeezes it out to me. My tongue goes before my body can even react. I lick it up off of her ass pressing my tongue soft against it. Her legs raise and her hand catches my head holding me in place as she squeezes out more over her ass. I lick it fighting the urge to gag at what I'm doing. Soon there is no more cum but she still doesn't let my head go. I keep licking and pressing my tongue into her ass.

"This is what your for now cuck slave. You are to serve me while I serve your husband. You were shit at serving him but you will not be shit at serving me or you will wish you weren't even born. You will do everything u say no matter what and with excited enthusiasm or I will make it so much worse you cannot even imagine. Do you understand?"

My face still pressed to her ass stops my words but I nodded vigorous. She lifted my head.

"Out loud" She screamed at me.

"Yes I understand" I say with a voice so full of fear I can barely recognize it.

Her fist was lightning quick as it struck my eye sending stars through my vision and a new wave of pain through my face.

"You will address me as Queen. Now try that agreement again properly this time."

"Yes, Queen. I understand." I sob. "I will serve just please don't hurt me anymore"

She seemed to take that as a challenge of her rights to hurt me. She hit me again before making me stand up.

"I will hurt you as much as I want, any way I want, any time I want." She yelled. "You will take whatever is given and be overjoyed that your not just being left to rot and die. Put your hand against the wall and spread your feet. I'm going to beat this message into you so that you never forget it."

I rushed over placing my hands against the wall not wishing to upset her further I spread my feet In the position I believe she will want me in as I heard her shifting around in a box behind me.

"Ah this should be perfect," she said. She brought it over and showed me the horrific thing. A flogger of sorts but on the end of each strand a heavy looking metal point. She took one of the points and drug it down my arm causing a bright red line of pain. It wasn't sharp enough to cut but it did leave a significant scratch. "I'm going to beat you with this until I think you will remember."

The first strike had landed across my back. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt. I couldn't breath. I couldn't think. I couldn't even scream. The second strike pulled me back up from where the first one had driven me. My screams of agony released by the new wave of pain. The third strike made my knees buckle and I fell. This didn't stop her though. She swung at everything she could get. My tits, my ass, my belly, even my worthless pussy when I had made the mistake of opening my legs. I thought I would die long before she stopped. I begged for her to stop. I begged for my life, and eventually I begged to die.

When she couldn't lift her arms anymore the assault finally ended. I saw my husband's face, cold and expressionless. I didn't dare to reach for him. I didn't dare to move at all except to turn my head up to the glistening body of my replacement.

"Kiss my feet, slave." She said still out of breath. I dove for her feet through all of the pain. I kissed them and worshipped them like my life depended on it and honestly I think it did.

That was exactly one year ago today on my 25th birthday. Today is my 26th, not that it matters no one would throw a party for a slave.

"Here slave," The Queens calls. I push the door open and crawl to her side of the bed. My cage is never locked. Who needs to lock in a slave that would never leave it without permission. I have slept in my own piss on many nights even without the cage locked because I didn't dare leave it.

I kneel perfectly still by the bed. The hot smell of fresh sex hits my nose and grows stronger as her pussy comes to the edge. I hear the snap of her fingers and I jerk my head out to find her eyes closed as is required. I lap the cum from her sucking the load from inside her. I feel her jerk but do not even slow. Whatever is happening is none of my concern.

"Stop licking slave," came my husband's voice. He rarely ever spoke to me and being address by him always made me so eager. Anything to please him. I froze mid-lick, my tongue still inside her tight hole.

"I want you to listen to me very carefully. Open your eyes," I do so rather reluctantly afraid of the punishment but hoping the order outweighed the rule. "Look at me," he commands. My head reels. She will kill me if I do it. I'm sure she will. I want so bad to please him but I don't think I can do that dead. "I said LOOK AT ME," he screamed. My eyes shoot up and I see he has her by the throat. Her hand are clenched tight to his. "This stupid whore seems to have forgotten her place. I want you to bite her pussy." The Queens hands begin clawing at his as my brain tries to process the words. Me? Punish The Queen? I'm dead. He's decided it's time to let me die. "I want you to put your mouth wide around her clit and bite down until you are released." He looks down into her eyes. "You are done disrupting me slave. You either put your hands behind your back and be grateful I don't want to bury you or I will not let go of your throat." Her hands stop. Slowly as if it took everything in her to do it she slide her hand under her back. He turns back to me "Bite her or ill do things to you that you have never even dreamed were possible and none of them will be good.

The threat sprang me to action. I pull my tongue from her, grab as much flesh as I could fit and sink my teeth in. The scream was beautiful. Her legs snap shut around my head causing me to bite even harder. I taste blood in my mouth but I don't know if it's mine or hers. I hold on for dear life as she bucks. Her sobs rock through her pushing the last of the cum down my chin but I stay firm just like he ordered.

He leans down close to her "You are only what I allow you to be cunt. I think you have been overly awarded and it has spoiled you. You need to remember your place. You need to remember what happens to useless girl's that don't please me. You are a slave. You are worthless if not to please." He looks at me. "Release." I do and I find that it was definitely not my blood I was tasting. I look at the perfect bloody ring, the way it wraps it way perfectly around the top of her pussy. I don't know what is happening but I know that tone. The Queen is in big trouble. Enough that he felt it appropriate to punish her with a slave. I wait for orders in my kneeling position, not sure what to do with my eyes so I put them down to the floor again.

"Get off my bed." He says to her. "Kneel beside your equal"

"No please I'll be go..." is all she got out before he slapped her face.

"I told you to GET OFF MY BED!" She began to scramble. She almost kicks me as her feet come off and she finds herself beside me. Her equal? I couldn't have heard that right.

"Slave," he said. "in the bed. Let's see if you can do a better job than this cunt did. I don't think it's possible to do worse."

I look up at him bewildered. "Surely you don’t mean, Master?"

"Did I fucking stutter, slave? Get up here and please me or your cage will be very crowded tonight with two of you inside it. My body throbs to life and I crawl into the bed already crying.

"Anything Master," I plead. "How can a worthless slave be pleasing to her Master?" His hand reaches out and grabs my hair pull my face to his cock. I take Jim in eagerly pulling it all the way into my throat. The tears stream down my face from the joy in my heart. I rock slowly being sure to touch every inch of it. I savor the sensation so happy to be here. I hear him start to moan and then to growl. His hand finds my head again and I lean into it encouraging him to fuck my throat with every fiber of my being. His hand seats itself in my hair and begins to pump deep and long into my throat. The pleasure of use swells in my belly making my untouched pussy hot enough to steam. I spend a moment to listen and I hear The Queens sobs. This was the power she felt. But the moment did not go unpunished. I lose track of my breathing and quickly I become oxygen starved. I fight my body. I will not give into its desire. I stay limp and open for him through sheer force of will. The heat becomes pressure as my worthless cunt begins to contract and throb. I try to fight off the orgasm that is growing there but I can't fight both. I give myself to him. Anything for him. The spots in my vision go from bright colors to dark spots as the deprivation threatens to turn off my brain completely but I do not fight to breath. He pulls me in deep and I feel his cock swell in my throat as the hot cum pours out of him. My pussy explodes as my own orgasm wreck me. A split second before I pass our he pulls me up and I gasp for air. I'm sure I'll be seen unworthy for my lack of control but I'm so glad I at least got the chance to fail. I start to sob uncontrollably as I confess my sin.

"I'm so sorry Master. I'm so sorry. I'll take my punishment well." I sob. I bow before him back arched high not touching him but inches from his flesh.

"You can from sucking my cock?" He says astounded. "You will not be punished for that. That shows how eager you are to please me unlike some ungrateful cunts." He turns to The Queen. "Did you see that you stupid slave? That is how you should treat your Master."

My heart threatens to explode at his words. I was eager to please. I would do anything to be found pleasing.

"From now on you are equals under my command. No more Queen only Master. If you please me you will be rewarded. If you fail you will be punished." He turns and looks at me.

"Happy birthday My sweet."

Trigger warning!!!

This episode contains topics of....

-Forced Wetting

-Degradation 

-Public Humiliation 

-Extreme Breath Play

If these are not your cup of tea feel free to back out now. I do not condone the activities performed in this story. It's is fantasy and neither it nor anything like it should be done. Consent is key but in the world of fantasy we can explore darker events than we can in reality. Stay safe and have a good time. 

Our dynamic was clearly defined and contracted. She was a slave and I her Master. We had laid a DDLG skin over that dynamic because that had been what satisfied us the most. Ten years into our relationship, we still loved each other with every fiber of our being. But four kids, two jobs, and simply life itself made it hard to play as much as we would want to. Aside from the occasional Saturday night at our local kink club we really just didn't have much time to live the life we wished we could. That was until I got the invitation. 

"By invitation only, you are invited to attend this month's "Kicking it Kinky" at The Ranch. This week-long event is fully funded and all-inclusive by our amazing full-time members' monthly dues. We hope you will attend and enjoy our full-service establishment. Please RSVP by the first of the month with your number of pluses. Please note that you are responsible for the people you bring with you, just as the person who gave you this invite is responsible for you. You may bring as many as you wish but your accommodations will be one king-sized bedroom suite so you will be expected to share that with your party. 

This month's event is a High Protocol geared towards M/s dynamics. Slaves will be expected to be nude at all times excepted to be nude except revealing kink gear and collars. Masters and Mistresses will be expected to be clothed unless specifically in a scene. All slaves will be expected to address all M-types as Master or Mistress and follow their orders to the best of their abilities up to the limits of their respective contracts. A full list of rules will be available upon request."

Mistress Eliot was a kind woman and knew we needed the vacation. When she gave us the invitation we RSVPed immediately. We left the kids with her parents and took off on the six-hour drive to The Ranch. 

THE DRIVE

"Find a bathroom. I need to pee." She said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Excuse me?" I responded. "I must have misheard you. It was strange because it sounded like you just told me what to do." She sighed big and heavy before turning on that fake ass submissive voice. 

"Oh please Master. Can you please find this slut a bathroom so she can piss from your pussy," came the sing-song voice of the absolute Brat. 

"Master, huh? Is that what I am? Fair enough. No, I will not grant this humble request. Instead, a SLAVE may piss on herself and then take the punishments for being disrespectful AND making a mess," I say knowing full well how to win this game. She looks at me with a shocked expression that was both disbelief and horror. 

"You can't do that! You can't order me to do something and punish me for doing it! Thas no fair. You gotta pway fair." Her voice slowly morphs into the little that she actually is and with it, a look of instant defeat sweeps her face. 

"Ah as you Daddy I must play fair, but you didn't call me Daddy did you, little lady? As a Master I can do whatever I want and since you made this that you will face the consequences." Her eyes go wider and wider as my words sink in. 

"But they wiwl be a big mess. Daddy have to clean it up. Daddy don't want to clean it up. Daddy jus find me a baffwoom." Her tone was desperate and hopeful. 

"Daddy will NOT be cleaning it. The SLAVE will be cleaning it up and she will be lucky if I don't make her suck it out of the cushions," the defeat in her eyes was growing. She knew she was losing and she knew it was going to hurt.

A smile swept her face. "I was only kiddin, Daddy. Was a joke. Haha very funny? You don't have to be so serious." She forced a laugh the fear still in her eyes. 

"Well, that joke just cost you your bathroom privileges. Was it funny enough for that? We still have two hundred miles to drive and I'm not stopping till you've passed right there in that seat. 

She crosses her arms in angry defiance. "Fine den. I wiwl just howd it." She stares out the window no longer speaking to me and I settle in to wait. 

By fifty miles she was wiggling hard. By seventy-five she couldn't hold still. By a hundred she began to hold herself and she finally spoke. 

"Please Daddy no," she said in a miserable tone. "Don't make me. I be good girl. I sowwy. Pwease don't make me make a mess wike a baby. I wealy have to go."

"You made your choice, little girl. You chose to be disrespectful. I gave you a chance to make it better and instead you made it worse. Now piss your pants like your Master said and be prepared to suffer the consequences," the order almost breaks her. Her desperation grows rapidly. 

"Oh no," she says holding herself tightly. Her eyes drop down to her lap as the dark wet spot begins to spread across her jeans. "Daddy," she sobs "I very very sowwy." 

"Look at what you did you did. You made a very big mess you pissy little whore." A devious smile comes across my lips as I see the sign for the gas station and take the exit at the last minute. When we get to the stop sign I shove my hand between her legs and pull it up wet. "You are gross. pissing your pants like a baby." Her head falls defeated. 

"I know, Master. This slut is a gross, disgusting baby who can't hold her piss. This slut deserves to be punished severely for being disrespectful as well as dishonoring you and herself," the tone of arrogance and defiance had completely vanished from her voice. Beside me now sat a broken slave. As we pulled into the gas station, I found a spot off to the side away from people. Her hands naturally went behind her head, chin high and eyes closed waiting for whatever would come. 

"Get out of the car get in the back and get your black sundress. Walk inside and ask for the bathroom. I don't care if you can see the sign I want you to ask the attendant where it is. If you are asked about your pants you are to look properly ashamed and walk away slowly so they can get a good look as you pass. Go in the bathroom and change. come out wearing nothing but the dress and your shoes. Carry your wet panties in a hand by themselves and the rest of your clothes in the other. The world deserves to know what you have done."

A tear runs down her face. "Yes, Master, this slut will do it. May this slut leave your side to complete her task?" she asks not moving. Her face is fully threatening to crack, but she holds herself together. 

"Go, slave. Leave me." I say sternly, motioning her out of the car. She turns and gets out. The back of her pants are soaked down to her knees and the dark stain is still growing. The puddle left in the passenger seat speaks to how badly she wanted to win this game. She opens the trunk and gets the assigned article of clothing before heading inside. I see the guy in the car a few spots down watch her walk by and I see her notice him too. Her back straightens as she plows towards the door. She opens it and walks inside. I open her door and push the puddle out on the ground. I grab the towel we keep for the kids from the back seat and soak up as much of the piss as I can. She will have to sit in her piss but I'm not so much of a dick as to make her sit in a puddle for the last hundred miles. She will be scrubbing cleaning this seat naked when we get there. 

Five minutes later she comes back out with her clothes in the prescribed hands. Tears are streaming down her face but her head is still high. I smile softly to myself. I have always taken pride in how gracefully she takes her punishments.

She opens the door and stops just outside it. "Master, this slut has completed my task may this slut be allowed to get back in the car, please," her voice cracks as she tries desperately to keep it together. The tears stream steadily down her cheeks as she looks at me. 

"Put your wet clothes in the rear floorboard and return to that position." She complies quickly returning to her position. Her breasts move around and almost fall out not being restrained by a bra. "Lift the front of your dress so can see that you have followed orders." She pulls her dress up exposing her freshly shaven pussy to me. Her face begins to show the pain and I know how hard she is trying not to shatter in this parking lot. "Get in slave. We have a long way left to drive."

As soon as she steps inside she begins to sob. She sits still and waits for more commands or some sign it is over. I know the aftercare she needs. She needs an act of service. She needs to feel like she made it all better. I snap my fingers and her eyes shoot to me begging me to make it all OK. It's unconventional but for her, it's absolutely necessary. I point to my dick and without even a moments hesitation she dives for it pulling her knees up into the wet seat. Undoing my pants with the deftness of a thief she reaches in and pulls my cock out. She grasps the base and puts her soft lips on the head. She stood and waits. Her body is motionless but she seems to vibrate with anticipation. 

My hand reaches down and presses on her head. She swallows me down her throat moving her hand to stop it from blocking her descent. I hold her head firm and she does not fight. She is fully content to die with her Master's cock in her throat, if he found it pleasing, as any good slave should be. I know because on many occasions I had found it pleasing to completely black her out this way. She never served harder than after proving her devotion like this. 

"Stay," I say in a firm tone that left no room for argument I put my fingers to her plus and count it as it slows. Her head pushes down trying to take in more. Her plus begins to spike and I know she getting close her hand grips my thigh searching for the strength to persevere. Her body convulses, desperate for the breath she won't give it. Her pulse beats wildly. Her hand grips my thigh painfully but not meaning to be. Until finally, everything starts to soften and slow. Her body relaxes, her grip releases and her pulse drops to a sedated thump. I count to ten to make sure she's all the way down before lifting her lifeless head from my softening member. Her unconscious body recognizes the removal of the blockage and takes a deep breath. I lay her head on my thigh and begin stroking her hair softly. 

I look around a little lost as I remember that I'm driving. I get my bearings and realize that I don't remember driving the last fifteen miles at all and smile. Auto-pilot for the win I guess. Five minutes go by before she finally stirs. 

Still petting her hair I say in a soft tone, "Sleep, my love. You will appreciate the nap later." 

She reaches down. And pulls her dress up around her belly exposing her ass and pussy to the window. "Someone might enjoy the view, Daddy. And this slut would hate to deny anyone the pleasure of viewing her." She snuggles into my thigh as her thumb slides into her mouth. And there she slept, her throat undoubtedly sore from the intrusion, her bare ass high for all to see, her knees resting in the piss-soaked seat. I continue to stroke her hair as I ponder what a wonderful week we are about to have. 

This is short and sweet but it needs said. 

Dear people with bicycle racks on the top of your copish looking cars, 

We hate you..... 

Sincerely,

Habitual speeders everywhere.