Kindness

After reading my blog about anger my Master called me to him. "Little One, your Master will teach you to ask Him for the answers to your questions. I want you to go to the playroom and stripe naked, then kneel and wait for me." I immediately complied.

When Master came to the room he went directly to the ropes. I was instructed to stand before him while he bound my arms to my sides then Master layed me down face up on the table.  He spread my legs and bound each foot, first the left foot and then the right foot to the legs of the table exposing my now wet pussy.

"Slut I want you to struggle against your bindings. I want you to strain and try to get loose. While you struggle and expell your anger I will pleasure your cunt." he said. With that being said he started rubbing my clit gently at first. He spit on his fingers and pushed two fingers into my pussy. I arched and began to struggle using all my strenght to pull on the ropes. My muscles worked and worked pulling and pushing against the restraints. "Now Little One can you cum for your Master?" he asked. With that he lowered his mouth to my clit, licking and sucking on the hard knot while still finger fucking my pussy. "Oh yes, Master, I will cum for you!" "Thank You Master, Thank You!".
I was exhausted. Master unbound me and gathered me into his arms. He carried me to our bed and held me close, stroking my hair and kissing my tears. He said "I love you, Little One. I will always help you dispell your anger even if I have cause it!"

I am thankful for my Master!

This is an emotion that I never know what to do with!

I am angry, I usually just get quiet and keep to myself until the emotion passes, but my Master knows me so well!  He will tease and torment when I am quiet and withdrawn.  He enjoys watching the struggle. I am happy that his actions are pleasing to him but I still have the anger!

Sometimes I get sarcastic which will always lead to punishment. A good whipping sometimes helps. Then I can at least release some of the emotion with tears.

But is there a right way for a slave to release anger?

Your thoughts woud be greatly appreciated?

As I was chatting with a friend here, the subject of my punishment that I was going to receive from my Master came up. I had given myself an orgasm without permission and was to receive a whipping.

I was asked if it was painful and my answer was of course it is painful. Then when I thought about my years of service to my Master I realized that I actually crave the pain. I knew that if Master caught me masterbating that I would be punished but I did it anyway! Disobedient with a purpose? Craving the pain to please my Master. He indeed can always find imperfection in this slave.

So the question I have is did I always enjoy the pain or did this develop over the years?

Now I enjoy the pain, I enjoy when Master pushes my limits. Most of all I enjoy the pleasure it gives him when I am able to endure and still achieve pleasure.

Give me your thoughts please.

A lady cop pulls over an old man and his wife. She asks the man for his license and registration. He asks his wife, "What did she say?"

His wife replies, "She asked for your license and registration dear." He hands the officer what she asked for.

The police woman then says, "Oh you're from New York? I used to have a lover from New York. But he was a terrible lover."

The man asks his wife, "What did she say?"

His wife replies, "She thinks she used to know you."

Never be afraid to try something new, because life gets boring when you stay within the limits of what you know.

I thought a lot about what I was asked and the thought that I have is that to begin with you have to build a relationship and friendship first with someone and be honest that you are dominate. Let them have trust in you. As you move that relationship forward you can exhibit your dominance.

Introduce you partner to your world through education of the lifestyle.

But most importantly trust and honesty are a must.

A committed Master/slave relationship when begun on the internet will not be truly realized until it moves on to real time. Other wise it is just entertaining play fantasy.

Just a slaves perspective.

BDSM isn't about pain. It is about Trust!

I love when Master calls me a good girl, cause we both know that I am not!

IN THE BEGINING:
There was a 15 year old slut that could not control her need for the cock!

This slut would sneak out of her window after her parents were asleep to meet boys in the woods. Then lie to her mother in the morning because she was so tired from fucking all night long.

One night while on a blind date with her best friends brother she meet Him! Her Master, her soul mate. 

It was a night like most nights but the slut wasn't really into her friends brother. They were all hanging out at the camp out in the woods.  It was a gang hang out for all of the wild kids. The slut agreed to go out with her friends brother, he was hot for her and she just wanted to get to that camp to hang with the big kids. After all she was only 15 and most of the kids that hung out there were at least 16 years old or older.  Her friends brother was a lame fuck so she had heard but he was 18 and her way into the hang out.

As soon as they got to the camp he started to kiss this slut. She was more than ready so she moved his hand under her panties to her wet pussy. God she wanted him to finger fuck her cunt but he freaked out and pulled his hand away like he had gotten burnt on hot coals. 
She didnt let that stop her because she was really hot so to give him encouragement she slide her hand into his pants. The poor boy's cock was so hard that it filled her hand but as soon as the slut jerked on his cock twice he shot his load in his jeans. 

Thats when the freak out happened. The young man was pissed that this bitch was such a slut! He raised his hand to beat the poor whore but before he could strike her it happened, her Master stepped in and stopped the boy from hurting the slut.

He was everything she had ever dreamed of in a man. He had such a strong presence. His eyes were a piercing blue, his hair was long and thick chestnut brown that he had to flip back out of his eyes as he stopped the boys fist. His body was firm and chiseled like that of a stone God. All she could do was watch as her soon to be Master grabbed the boy and walked him out of the hang out.
When he came back he went to the slut and told her to follow him. He was only a year older than her but he was so in control and she found him to have a power over her.
Master was the leader of the hang out. He decided who would stay and who would go. When everyone had settled down the slut was brought to the center of the camp and stripped naked in front of everyone.  Then she was bound and blindfolded. Her Master came to her and started to touch her. First he ran his fingers over her face stopping at her mouth, slowly he opened her lips with his fingers. As soon as he had  her mouth open he slid his fingers inside. Being a good slut she sucked on his fingers as he rub them on her tongue. She started to wiggle. Master did not like that so he bound her hands behind her back. Then her Master moved a chair and sat down. He had the slut stand in front of him so he could look at her naked body. This pleased him.
Her breast were full and perky with big hard nipples. He reach out and took both nipples in between his fingers, twisting and pinching till the slut screamed. Everyone laughed and Master held the slut tight so she wouldn't fall.
Master said "It is time to punish you for coming to my camp before you were old enough to be here. Now bend over my knees." The slut had not been spanked ever in her life. Her father was tender and never disciplined her. This is why she was so wild. Master was not lenient and he was the Master after all and he would not tolerate disobedience. The slut must learn and he was the one to gain control.
As she laid over his knee her clit rubbed against his leg. She wiggled and squirmed so much that the Master had to put a leg over hers to keep her still. 
Now Master did not like a lot of noise so he told the slut not to make a sound. "Can you obey me, little one?" he asked. She shrugged her shoulders which the Master was not happy about. Without warning he brought his hand down hard on the sluts ass.

The slut was not expecting her Master to hit her so hard and she screamed raising up off his knee arching her back. "Now slut that is too much noise!' he said,  so he covered her mouth with his free hand and spanked her again. 5 times right in a row. Her ass got red with hand prints and she cried real tears!
Her Master sat her up on his knees and kissed away her tears whispering in her ear how proud he was of her for how well she had done during her first spanking.
"Now" he said. "You will need to suck My Cock, slut. I want you to beg for me to fill your mouth and throat with my Cock, will you do this for your Master?" She was dizzy with anticipation and she said "Please Master will You please let me suck Your Cock?" "Yes, My Little Slut, that will please your Master."
The slut dropped to her knees with her hands still tied behind her back. Master opened his jeans to free his already hard Cock. She had seen many cocks in her young short life but  nothing prepared her for such a thick long cock. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen and the slut was excited to please her Master.
Slowly and most deferentially she licked and kissed her Master's Cock. Licking up to the the head, then underneath at the most sensitive spot. Stopping to lick and suck that sweet spot. Her Master sighed and said,"You are a most obidient slut. Now take my Cock deep in your throat. She did as she was told and her Master helped by pushing the back of her head down on his Cock. The poor slut gagged when his Cock hit the back of her throat but he did not stop,  pulling out just to shove it back in deeper than before. The slut thought she would never take his entire cock balls deep but Master knew what he was doing and was patient. This time he slowly pushed, careful to be gentle and the slut made her Master proud when his balls hit her chin. Then Master whispered "Hold still My Little Slut." He held her nose and push one more time, releasing his cum deep in her throat. She couldn't breath, she couldn't move all she could do is take the cum!
This Master knew he had pushed this slut to her limit so he lifted her into his arms, holding her against his chest and carried her to his private party room. He carefully untied her stroking and massaging her breast. She stirred slightly as the blood started to recirculated. With her eyes still closed she sighed and wiggled under her Masters caresses. 
"Are you ready to become my slave, little one?" he ask the slut. She asked" What does that mean to be Your slave." He looked at her and smiled. "You will services me and care for me. You will come to me when ever I demand it. You will never be with another man or women unless it pleases me. You will call me Sir or Master at all times and most of all you will obey my ever order." "In return I will protect you and teach you the art of servitude. I will reward you when you are good and punish you when you disobey me. But most of all I will love you!" he said.
The slut thought about what he was asking of her. Could she give up her slutty ways. Could she only be with one man? She was only 15 years old and so young to make such a commitment. But then she had never felt so connected to anyone before. He made her come alive with emotion, he made her mind, which no one had ever done before and he said he loved her, how can this be. They had just met. So she ask him,"If I say yes what happens then?" "First let me show you how much I love you." and he laid her down on the bed. He tied each wrist to each corner. Then he tied her legs to the bottom of the bed spreading her open. The slut never had been tied before and wiggled and pulled on the ropes. "Why are you tying me?"she ask. He replied,"Because now I am going to reward you for thinking about becoming my slave! I will show you that this is where you want to be and that I am the man you want to serve." He then moved between the sluts legs. Slowly he spread her pussy open. She was so young and he could see that her cunt was wet and so pink.

The slut moved and strained, not knowing what this Master planned to do to her. All of the boys she had been with before never worried about this sluts pussy. They only wanted her to play with their cocks.  But now the Master was there right in front of her spread and exposed cunt.
First he kissed the inside of her thighs taking time to lick and gently bite the tender flesh. Moving ever so slowly up to her tender mound. Without warning he smacked her pussy sending a shock of pain through her clit. She jerked raising her hips and at that very moment Master decended and place his open mouth over the clit, attacking to it like a sucker fish. He sucked hard while moving his tongue, flicking and sucking the hard little clit. She had never felt anything so good. It hurt but it was pleasurable pain sending a tingling sensation that made her whole body shudder. And then it happened, the slut felt a tightening in her pussy, something like she had never felt before. The Master raised his head and spoke, "Don't you cum until I give you permission." How was this slut suppose to stop it! She withered and strained against the Masters mouth. Trying hard to hold back. But the feeling was so strong, the tingling so intense. He bit and sucked her clit and before she could blink he inserted his fingers in her pussy. She could not stop it. Her cunt had a mind of its own and she started to cum, slowly the climaxe built to a height she had never known. Every muscle in her body tightened, she felt like electricity was running though her, setting her on fire. She clinch trying to stop it but couldnt. Master said "Now little one cum!" What a relief. She had pleased him.

This is a true story of  the beginning of my journey as a Slave. It has been 45 years of submission to a most wonderful Master!

What is your perception of the slaves state?
Is the slave weak and in need of constant guidance?
If the slave does not have a Master will it survive?

This slave is not weak, this slave is strong and can be most independent. This slave never knows when the Master will cast it away and then must be ready to care for itself. It needs life skills to survive and by caring for its Master learns those skills.

To be a slave you must endure many kinds of deprivation. When in service the slave must always give up independent thought and concede its will to the Master. The slaves needs are not important, its Masters needs are all that matter,  they hold your key. The slave has to be strong and quick thinking because a good Master presents challenges, task to preform and rituals to learn. The slave learns self reliance.

Although this slave has never been cast away, it has had to live for a short period without Master and that is when what it had learned from service helped it survive
It became a Master of its fate. Strong, confident, independent!

Master had made it strong through training, confident that it could endure hardship and had learned to be careful to protect  itself from being easily mislead or corrupted by those wanting to take advantage of the slave.
Do not feel sorry for a slave. It is owned by its own choice.

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