The Ramblings of Dickhead Idealist

Trigger warning!!!

This episode contains topics of....

-Kidnapping

-Degradation 

-Discussions of Rape

-Discussions of Death

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. 

Part 3

I sleep hard. The events of the day before take a heavy toll on me. It's not an easy feat to carry and load a 250 pound lump of lifeless flesh into the trunk of a car. Then the long stressful drive had taken its due immediately afterwards. Now that we are here though, I firmly believe this will sort itself out. The fall guy for my misdeeds will go down with ease. The girls abusive husband had had many run ins with the law. She, herself had called them numerous times as he had tried to end her life in a drunken rage. The entire town would suspect him and, even without a body, so would the police. 

I push myself out of bed and walk out into the large kitchen for coffee. The automatic pot already has it made and ready so I fill the mug, grab a bottle of water from the fridge and make my way up the elevator to the top floor. 

I make my way into the observation room and find the set of screens that shows coverage of the entry chamber. I see her nestled tightly in the corner passed out asleep in the dim light. I take a few minutes to sip my coffee and watch her breathe before flipping on the bright lights and pushing the intercom button. 

"Good morning, slave. I see that you have chosen life. That was a very good choice and has made your Master very pleased. As a reward I have brought you something." The girl jumps hard swinging her head around looking for the source of the voice that seems to come from everywhere at once. I smile as I watch her frightened little body quiver. "It's the last of this you will see for a long while so I would enjoy it if I were you." I place the bottle of water into the vacume tube and watch as it drops through the hole in the ceiling onto the floor in front of her. 

There is barely a pause as her body recognizes the water and dives for it. She spins the cap and begins drinking fast before stopping suddenly and looking horrified at the bottle. 

"It's not drugged or poisoned," I say through the speakers. "It's just water. Your compliance will be rewarded here and your disobedience will be punished as is proper when training a slave."

"I'm not a slave," She says in an exasperated tone. "I want you to take me home. I don't know what kind of sick game this is but I'm not playing. Take me home now or I'll..."

"You'll what exactly slave? Call the police? You don't have a phone. Fight me? You can't even get to me. You are helpless and no one is looking for you. They all think your dead and to be honest you are. The old you is dead and in your place I will build a slave. I will build something worthy of the air it breathes. And the harder you fight it the more painful that process will be."

She sits in stunned silence for a long moment as the tough exterior she spent all night building crumbles around her. "Please," she whispers. "Just take me home. I'll give you whatever you want just take me home." Tears begin to swell in her eyes once again.  "Do you want money? That's what this is right? A ransom? I don't have much but I can give you everything I have. Please..." 

"Well you're half right, slave. You will give me whatever I want. But what I want is not your money and I will not be taking you home. What I want in order is your body, your mind, your soul and then and only then your heart and I will have every one of them. Now that's enough fussing. This is your very first order  little slave, so I'll take it easy on you. I will tell you the reward and punishment of this particular order. I know you are hungry. You haven't eaten since the night before last. You will receive food as a reward for your compliance and it will be withheld from you until you choose to comply. Do you understand?"

Her hand moves to her belly where I'm sure the hunger pains have set in hard at the mention of food. Her face turns and twists as she trys to process the words I'm saying. "You are saying if I don't do what you ask then you won't feed me...." She says in barely more than a whisper. 

"Oh good. You are smarter than you look. That will be very useful later when things get more complex." I watch the flash of anger go across her face as her intelligence is questioned. "Now here is your command. Remove all of your clothing and put these on behind your back," I stick a pair of metal cuffs in the vacuum tube and they almost hit her head as they come through. "And I will see how tight they are, there are cameras in every direction from you." 

"You just want to see me naked? And if I fulfill you sick little fantasy you will feed me? Is this a fucking joke?" She says getting a little braver thinking she knows what this is all about now. 

"I've already seen every inch of you naked. You're not very safe about where you post you nudes. If all I wanted was to see you naked or fuck you that I'm very sure that you would have happily undressed for me just like all the other people you fucked behind your husband's back. No I'm not here to fuck you. I'm here to own you. I'm here to make you have such a desperation to please your captor that you would gladly kill yourself for even thinking of not obeying." I watch as my words sink into her. I watch the confusion, the fear, the anxiety, swell to the point of bursting as I tell her things no one was supposed to know. If her husband had ever found out she would have been dead within the hour and I know it as well as she does. She WAS very careful. I would never have found her if she hadn't come to me but unknowingly she did. 

She lowers her head staring at the ground. Her body begins to shake again. "This is it, isn't it?" She says seeming to rack her brain for information that she just can't find.

"This is what, little slave?"

"This is The Company."

Trigger warning!!!

This episode contains topics of....

-Kidnapping

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. 

Part 2

"There's nowhere to run." I say from behind her. She spins on the spot searching for the sound through her sun blinded eyes. 

"Get away from me!" She tries to scream. Her eyes finally find me through the black spots in her vision, "Get away and leave me alone!" Her feet stay planted not knowing where to run while she searchs desperately for anything to run too. 

"There is a town 50 miles that way." I point my finger in the direction of the nearest town. "The wolves will have a nice snack of you before you make it half way. I will not stop you if you try to run, but you will die." 

She looks the way I point, not seeming to know whether or not I'm lying. She stares off into the horizon as her eyes adjust. Her feet seem rooted to the ground, unable to run, unable to even move. Her eyes meet mine and the realization of her situation dawns on her. I notice the slightest movement of her eyes towards the car and I watch as her face decides to try it. I know very well the keys are in my pocket so when she bolts for the door I just let her. 

The exasperated scream that followed was music to my ears. I turn and walk past her crying in the driver's seat towards the mound. I stop two steps past her. 

"The car will not allow hotwiring. It has a failsafe. There is a door in that mound," I point. "Inside you will find your new life. Or if you choose you may chance the elements." I look up at the sky judging the sun. "You only have about an hour to decide before it gets dark. Believe me when I say you don't want to be out here then. You won't be able to see anything... even the mound. So make your decision quickly." I walk directly for the mound fighting my body to keep walking. 'Show no weakness,' I think to myself. 'Cruelty is not yet required but there can also be no grace.' 

I walk away, leaving her panting like a cornered animal in the car, to the door and open it. The light turns on automatically and the sterile scent of a hospital hits my nose. I close the door behind me, knowing full well that it only opens one way unless you push the button on the other side of the next door. It is locked securely.. I turn back and walk to the other door. Even my rubber soled boots seem to echo off this bare concrete box of a room and it brings a smile to my face. I feed the other door my passcode, hand and eyeprint before the heavy metal locks begin to slide. 

I pull the door open just as the lights begin flickering on. I take a quick right into the observation room and sit down in the large arm chair waiting while the screens and their connected cameras boot up arround me with my eyes fixed on one in particular. The blue screen goes black before displaying the car in the driveway. The light is becoming a burning orange as a beautiful sunset begins to paint itself on the sky. I can see her looking at it from the drivers seat of the car, her expression vacant. 'She's in shock' I think. 'But she's running out of time.'

I sit in the chair a long time as the sun sets. The orange fades to red. Then to the deep purples and blues. The darkness sets in hard and deep. With no lights anywhere outside, and no moon to help, the screen fades to the same blackness that it had upon booting.  Still she sits bolted to the driver's seat of a useless car. I sigh heavily. My brain begins to reel a little 'Maybe I picked the wrong one,' 'Maybe this one will choose a hard death over a hard life,' I stand and start towards the door when suddenly a small chime alerts me to the fact that the outside door was opened. I consider turning around but decide better of it. I will let her have her last night of peace on that cold cement floor. And tomorrow? Well tomorrow can handle itself. 

Trigger warning!!!

This episode contains topics of....

-Kidnapping

-Forced wetting

-Bondage

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 a 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. 

Part 1

'I have her' I though as I turned onto the last gravel road. 'No one can find us now. Not way out here.' The banging and screaming from the trunk had stopped at least 100 miles back and I am a little worry she might be dead but I doubt it. I reach over and check the air tanks to make sure for the hundredth time that they are still pumping the breathable air in and venting her breath. Of course they are still working.

I pull into the driveway of the bunker and stop. I take a long minute to just stare at the little mound of earth that is the only sign anything is even here. I look out over the horizon knowing that there is nothing to see for at least fifty miles, and much longer than that if you head the wrong direction. There are not even any trees to hide in, just flat land in every direction. But there is one thing to see here. In my trunk is a brand new, and very fiesty, slave in the making. 

I hear a slight movement from the back of the car and breath a sigh of relief. She's definitely not dead. I open the door and step out into the heat of the day. I walk behind the car and pop the trunk and am immediately hit with the smell of piss. Eight hours bouncing in the trunk of a car will do that too you I guess. I look in and find a beautifully curvy girl hogtied and masked exactly the way I left her. A dark spot is quickly forming on her jeans and a large puddle begins growing under her. She had held it this whole time but the fear onset by finally arriving at our destination must have had been to much for her. 

"Please let me go" She whispers with a voice broken from screaming. My eyes travel up her thick body to her half concealed face. Her eyes and ears are snugly set under the hood so she cannot see or hear anything but her head still swivels trying to perceive anything at all. 

I pull a knife from my pocket and cut the knot tying her hands and feet. It takes a moment for her to realize what has happened before her hands start tearing at the hood. She finds the latch and pulls it off as I step way from the truck to give her some room. She scrambles out and begins to run. The blinding sun causes her to stumble and fall over her feet. She jumps up and for the first time actually looks around at the blank landscape. No where to hide.... no where to run.... no identifying marks as far as the eye can see.... exactly the way I planned it. 

I have a question I'm not really sure how to phrase properly. I have found myself at a crossroads where I'm being forced by myself to question some things and I've found myself in a particular pickle. My biggest problem right now I think is a lack of proper terminology. I'm not saying it doesn't exist but simply that I have not found it or that I'm not understanding how it would fit my situation. I will stop beating arround the bush and give you a list of "symptoms" and I would appreciate any and all suggestions for things to research. 

Sex is rarely an emotional experience for me. I often find myself trying to force emotions into it because I feel like that's what I'm supposed to do but they rarely come in naturally. I have no issues forming romantic and very emotional attachments to people but sex is just not part of that. Now don't get me wrong I LOVE sex but it's a physical, logical experience... not an emotional one. This "issue" persists even with someone I am romantic and emotionally attached to. 

I have put things in quotes because I don't really like the words but I'm finding it difficult to describe the situation without using this terminology.. I don't think there is anything wrong with me or anything like that. I'm not suffering I just don't know what to call this and would like some assistance.

Thank you for your time feel free to ask anything  I'm an open book. And my PMs are also always open. Thanks guys 😘

How much is that slave-pup in the kennel?

The one with the cute little ears?

How well does she pleasure her master?

And how hard is it to bring her to tears?

I'll pet her and love her and hold her.

I'll beat her and fuck her every night.

I'll give her a pink little collar.

O what a cute little sight

How much is that slave-pup in the kennel?

The one with the cute little ears?

How well does she pleasure her master?

And how hard is it to bring her to tears?

I'll put her a bowl by the table.

Kibbles and bits should suffice.

I'll give her a wonderful home life.

Please dude just give me a price!

I'd train her to be a good puppy. 

To run and go fetch me the ball.

I'll pay just what whatever your asking.

No, moneys no object at all.

How much is that slave-pup in the kennel?

The one with the cute little ears?

How well does she pleasure her master?

And how hard is it to bring her to tears?

To the tune of......

Hope you enjoy!!

"Your like a magnet... for people"

Those were the words. The words that stopped me dead in my tracks. I think more because of who said them to me than anything. My little... a girl that has NEVER  flattered me with undue compliments because she knows Id rather have words mean things. So when the words came out of her mouth it was a full stop for me. It was like a weight I had been carrying being pointed at. Even though she meant the words in the best of ways, it really just scared the shit outta me. And the part that made it worse? Shes right. 


I am a cocky asshole. I live my life as if I have more confidence in myself than I really do because if you say yes enough times it starts becoming easier to believe the answer was supposed to be yes all the time. I know my place and i know my role, and they both scare the shit outta me. I know what I'm capable of not only doing to another human but ENJOYING and that scares the shit outta me too. 


I live my life by a set of rules... learn everything because you never know what will be useful, help and teach others when you can because it helps you stay sane and stable, tell the truth (the whole truth not just the part you want to tell) because lies always circle back, take care of the people you love because you may need a hand one day and they might just be that hand, and never ever break consent.

I feel I do a pretty good job with most of these but the one i struggle with is the help and teach. Its hard because i get attached to situations. I get attached to the decisions these people make based on the advice I provided. And believe it or not I'M NOT FUCKING PERFECT. I fuck shit up. I say the wrong things. I do the wrong things. I rarely feel worthy of the submission provided to me for these reason. I rarely feel I'm living up to my own expectations of myself. So how in the fuck am i supposed to tell you how to live your life when my ducks wont even line up? 


But it doesn't matter... I'm a magnet... and a magnet must do its job even when it doesn't want to. Even when it feels unworthy. Even when it has to fake that smile and break later because you need it to be happy. I love my people. They keep me sane and they do that by pushing me to the edge of what Im capable of handling. I'm scared but I'm standing. Somehow.....

i have just went on an adventure and was blown away. I went into the chatroom here and was blown away at the amount of arrogance and cliquishness. Its rather sickening. We as a community have a RESPONSIBILITY  to be open and accepting of people because guess what? NO ONE ELSE IS GOING TO BE. I'm all for protecting the community, I think my work here speaks for itself in that regard, but with EDUCATION not with OSTRACIZATION. When cut people out without having any idea who or what they are we become the enemy. Had I not seen the type of support this site has on the blog side I absolutely would have deleted my account and moved on. Had I not been as experienced as I am in this lifestyle maybe I would have just said "Fuck all this. Its not for me." And why? Because I was just muted by at least 2 people for no reason and then when I asked what prompted that I was informed that "some people here know what they are talking about and are EXPERTS in BDSM." TF kinda nonsense is that? An EXPERT? You know what that sounds like to me? A Know-it-all. A person who is to set on the idea that there is nothing more for them to learn because they already know everything. In my opinion if there is anyone who should be ostracized from our community its someone who cannot learn. People like that are dangerous and they need to be kept away from.... well everyone for fear that stupidity will rub off. I am constantly learning, constantly growing as a Dom, as a Daddy, as a Master and as a human. The day we stop learning is the day we need to just hang up our hats and go home because people that don't learn HURT people. 

*steps off soap box* 

As always my PMs are open. I love you guys and thanks for listening to the rambles of a dick-head idealist Dom before he turns into a cynical old prick. 

Oh, no…. It's another one of these fucking posts again… here's where he tells me to dress funny and insult her before a compliment and….

Nope, none of that shit. Do you want a partner? Do you want friends? One word…. Confidence. This does not mean cockiness although they are often mistaken for each other. If you believe you are unworthy of friends the guess what, everyone else is going to believe that too. And this goes for both genders. It varies only in the responses you will receive. Guys, if you have no confidence in yourself you are going to draw in the most lowlife people who want to use you and abuse you because you are EASY. Girls, you may get that snap "Awe poor baby" attention but guess what, that fades away and you're left with nothing.

Confidence can bring you anything and everything you have ever desired. How? By making you worth giving things to, friendship, sex, and love.

If the words "I just can't find…" have come out of your mouth then there is the problem. I think I can.. I think I can… I knew I could… I knew i could. This is the path to success. Nothing is going to be handed to you in this world. If you want something you gotta stand your ass up and take it.

New motto for you. Try it out. If you use it properly it will change your life.

"I'm worth having. I'm a decent human. First I will do what is needed. Then I will do what you can. And before I know it I will be doing the impossible. I believe in myself and my power to control my own outlook myself and my life"

As always Pms are open and i love you guys.

This is not a bash on littles so everyone take a breath. Ok.... Let's being....

This is a community that is based around two things, open and honest communication and consent, neither of those are things children are capable of. We expect that if you are going to be in the lifestyle and make adult decisions that you act like an adult about those decisions. The lifestyle is a choice. Inside that choice are many more choices. Choices are to be made by adults, not children who can't tell the truth.

Open and honest communication is absolutely crucial in this type of relationship. Even when it hurts, the truth is the right answer. If you feel the need to lie, you are not adult enough to be in this community. If you cannot accept the consequences of your actions, you do not deserve the benefits of this community. 

Lying is not just telling someone something that isn't true either. Lying can also be NOT telling something that is true. Lying by omission is still lying. If you cannot see that then you are not adult enough to be in this community. (Seeing a pattern yet?) 

Guess what though, this goes both ways. If someone is being open and honest with you and you continue to doubt them anyway, then you need to do some serious work on yourself because you are the problem. Honesty comes in honest environments. Constantly doubting everything someone says is NOT an honest environment. In this environment there is no reward for being honest because they are going to be doubted anyway. So why would they?

Kinks are not for kids. If i can't trust you how am i supposed to be honest with you? For me, that breaks down very simply to, if i can't trust you how am i supposed to leave your bruised and battered and trust that you won't get me thrown in prison? For other people it breaks down differently but the point remains the same.

If you want to be in this community, if you want to be treated like you are in charge of who you are and what you like, then grow up and be honest. Grow up and act like you can be trusted. 

*steps off soap box* 

As always my PMs are open. I love you guys and thanks for listening to the rambles of a dick-head idealist Dom before he turns into a cynical old prick. 

This has been a hard thing to write. Most of my stuff just flows out of me like water because I've said it to people so many times I already have the words... This is not that sorta post....

"The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives."..... Just a stupid tv show quote? I don't really think so. I think that it's sage words of wisdom in disguise. Wolves can't survive alone. We need each other. We need the togetherness to brave the storm.

They say the best sermons taught are the ones where you step on your own toes right? Well this one definitely steps on mine. I have ran alone for a long time. Without anyone near me that understood in its fullest extent that side of me. That side that calls me to lead a pack. That side that calls me to be more than I have a desire to be. But I have to begin to consider that failing to follow my own heart will result in the failure to follow my own advice to others, teach what you know and be who you are.

That being said. I guess my pack is forming. My girls give me purpose as I give them purpose. They give me something solid that I can count on as I give them solidarity in leadership. I'm FAR from perfect but I do what I love and I love what I do. They are my pack.... Or at least the beginning of one.

That being said my doors are open. I believe the people that need me will find me. I believe that my pack will grow. I believe that the truest nature of all people who are honest with themselves and others will be fulfilled. I accept who I am regardless of faults. I accept that I can only be the best me I can be. I accept the nature of the beast within. I accept my role. 

Thank you for taking time to read this and hope this soap box confession helps someone accept who they are. As always my PMs are open to all and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD BUY THE PREMIUM. It's worth it this place is amazing. 😂😂😅😅😂😂