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Trial 4: The interview from hell - preparation
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Dec 16, 2008 7:26 am
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On the night before O's fourth trial, they discuss what will happen to O the following evening. She is to pass an interview for becoming the personal assistant of a man she has never met, and the prospect fills her with fear. The Master tells her that he expects her to do whatever it takes to get the job, and O knows that this man will humiliate her by making her do unspeakable things. As she cries quietly in His arms, the Master gently wipes the tears from her face. Just cry for me, little one He says as she cries some more. you will be fine just dont think and do what the man tells you to do. When he speaks you will hear my voice and you will do it for me. Its all very simple
Yes Master but why do I have to do these things for you ?
He settles O down in his bed. She thanks him for letting her sleep in his bed, as He attaches her collar and her wrist cuffs. He hooks the wrist cuffs to the ring at the front of the collar, so her hands naturally fall into a praying position, palms together. Next he hooks a metal dog chain to the bedrail and clips it onto the collar ring. A blindfold and gag complete her night restraints. She is now quite immobile and can only move her head a little either way, yet her lower body is left naked and available for use. You are not to touch me while I read this story and while we sleep. You can touch me when I wake you up. O nods, as she turns on her left side and curls her body, her Master sitting on the side of the bed, inside the space formed by her curled body.
The Master reads a chapter from 'the Story of O' and as he reads in his slow hypnotic voice, she imagines herself as the original slave O. Her imagination takes her deeper and deeper into the story, to where Os lover Renee explains why O is to be his whore.
"He told her that she belonged, and was ultimately answerable to him, only to him, even if she were to receive orders from others that he, no matter whether he were there or absent, for by way of principle he concurred in no matter what she might be required to do or might be inflicted upon her; and that is was he possessed and enjoyed her through the agency of those into whose hands he surrendered her, and this was so from the mere fact that she was surrendered to them by him, she was the gift, he was the donor. She was to show obedience to them all, and greet them with the same respectfulness she greeted him, as so many images of him, Thus would he possess her as a god possessed his creatures whereupon he lays hands guised as some monster or bird, as some invisible spirit or ecstasy itself. He did not want to, he was not going to leave her. The more he subjected her to, the more important to him she would become. The fact he gave her to others was proof thereof, proof in his eyes, it ought to be proof also in hers, that she belonged to him. He gave her so as to have her immediately back, and recovered her enriched a hundredfold in his eyes, as is an ordinary object that has served some divine purpose and thereby become infused with sanctity
As O hears the words of Renee, now one with her Master, she becomes one with the original O and her soul is transported into her cell in the Chateau, the voices inside her connecting with the words of Renee. Trembling at first, then slowly building up into a dark rumble, as her demons are allowed to escape from the dark recesses of her mind to fill her entire being, every part of her mind and body finally exploding into an uncontrollable convulsion, their primeval noises excreting violently through her nose and the spaces around her gag. Good girl the Master says quietly, and O thanks him by rattling her chain, as He had shown her the night before.
In preparation for their vows, The Master had been reading from the Story of O (Author Pauline Reage) for a few nights, just before she went to sleep. Each time O had reacted the same way, drifting off into the story, trembling, convulsing, exploding, sometimes repeatedly, each time the words chimed with the part of her mind that had laid guiltily and half-dormant deep inside her mind for so long. Through the book, she began to understand that she was not alone, that others had walked this path before her, that her tortured dreams of humiliation, of punishment, of suffering, and of deprivation were, in fact, part of a proud and honourable tradition. The Master explained why this should be so, that her true nature was that of a masochist, and that masochists were mental alchemists, having the unique ability, indeed desire, to turn their suffering into pleasure, and sometimes into love. He explained that masochism was the minds way of turning suffering into victory, a survival response learned in child-hood. And that the more a masochist suffers, the more they love. O nodded, she was beginning to understand this profoundly. In the past few weeks, a slow transformation had been taking place in her mind. She had always felt dirty and guilty about her fantasies, and she was fearful that no-one could really love her if they knew about them or if she enacted them. Now her world was being turned upside down. Not only did her Master love her despite her need to be humiliated and used by other men, He required this from her so he could love her fully, knowing she suffered for Him. She desperately wanted to touch Him now, and for a moment she forgot his instruction. When the cane struck her buttocks it was more forceful than ever before, and while she screamed out, she knew why it would be so and that she loved Him more than ever.
In the past few months, have you ever worried that I may not be able to make your dreams come true ? The Master asked of O after the punishment, and she thought for a second. She did not want to insult her Master but had promised to always tell him the truth. She nodded, and He smiled. Do you still worry about that now? O shook her head, without hesitation this time, knowing her Master had the capacity to make her suffer, knowing she would suffer in love for Him.
You are ready for your fourth trial He said smilingly, before tucking her in gently and kissing her on the head. He would deprive her of His touch that night and she already knew that in the morning she would love Him more.
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A ring for the most beautiful woman in the world
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Dec 15, 2008 6:20 am
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It had only been a few hours since O's third trial. Returning home from the club they curled up under a blanket and talked about their experiences that night, so leaving only a few hours sleep before going out for some final Christmas shopping.
In a clothes shop, the Master selected a couple of items for O to try on. She was getting used to the idea of her Master selecting her clothes, enjoying the experience of being cared for in this way and becoming, in some small way, His creation. She loved this routine, they would peruse the items in the shop together, and discuss what would suit her. He would select a few items and O would go to the dressing room and come out wearing each garment. He would sit in a chair outside the changing rooms, and would consider each garment carefully, and maybe tell her to turn around or walk a few paces. He would then run his hands over the garment and feel her contours underneath. Finally he would decide to buy it or not. The sensation of being examined liked this, and judged in some way, always turned her on, nervous as she was of being on show like that in public.
The Master selected a dress for O and asked her to try it on. Soon after entering the dressing room she exited again hurriedly, garment in hand. "I look like a pig in this thing" O said with poorly-masked agitation, before rushing out of the changing area.
The Master called her over and spoke to her sharply "This is the last time that you will ever do this. If I ask you to try something on, then you will do that and let me see you wearing it. I will then decide if it is suitable or not. Do you understand that ?" O looked up at Him, she had displeased him, so much was obvious. But this was such a strong reaction to a simple transgression. Why was he so cross with her ? Still, she knew better than to argue. "Yes Master" she whispered as they left the shop.
They passed by a jewellery shop and O gazed at the rings. The Master had not bought the engagement ring that he had vaguely promised her for some time, not wanting to take this important step until he knew absolutely that they were both ready.
"I will buy your ring today" he said to O, and took her inside the shop to a fragment of her life she would always remember. She had waited patiently for this moment, knowing better than to press him, and now the moment had finally come, and she would savour it. The attentive shop assistant bringing out the rings, O trying the rings on her ring finger, seeing the diamonds sparkle, imagining herself showing off the ring, wearing it always, not ever taking it off.
"You have beautiful slim fingers" the sales assistant said. O jolted and looked at her - shocked. She had never though of her fingers as being beautiful. The Master, who adored O's fingers, seized the moment. "Please can you repeat what you just said" he asked the sales assistant. Realising the significance of his request, the sales lady elaborated: "You have beautiful slim fingers, these rings would not fit most of the women, but your fingers are slim and so the rings fit easily" O fought back a tear, her self-image jolted so violently in the face of overwhelming evidence by an expert. She had fancied one of the chunkier rings but now perhaps she would prefer something more delicate, more feminine. More rings were brought out as she quietly compared them, seeking her Master's opinion on this one then that one, then quickly homing in on a couple of rings that she liked. The Master now asked O to leave the store and while O continued with Christmas shopping, He made the final decision and paid for the ring.
At home later that day, the Master punished O for her transgression in the shop. Before he punished her, she knelt down in front of Him. He held her head with both hands, so that she was forced to look Him in the eyes, and so that she would really hear what he was about to tell her. He understood that last nigh had brought out some insecurities in O about her looks, and those insecurities had surfaced again today. Now was the time to deal with them once and for all.
His eyes were mellow as he spoke to her softly. "Now listen to me carefully. I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world, and I love every part of your body" He paused as tears started to well up in her eyes. "When you tell yourself you are anything other than beautiful, then you are telling me that I am stupid". O swallowed hard and thought - she had never considered this before. "So when you say these things you are being disrespectful to me, and that is a punishable offence. From now on you will never again say or think these things. I know this is difficult for you but I want you to see yourself as I see you. After all - how I see you is all that is important to you as my slave". He gently wiped the tears running down O's face as she felt his love, as she considered herself truly beautiful, perhaps for the first time. She stood up and bent over the bed. The three strokes of the cane were harsh and yet O accepted them with gratitude. She was grateful for the punishment, and the understanding that it had brought her. If her Master thought her beautiful then she simply was beautiful. There was nothing more to it, it was just that simple.
Later that day, the Master showed the vows that he had written for them both, and she read them quietly. "They are so beautiful" she whispered. Over the coming days she would read them again and again, and memorise them. When they were ready they would say their Master and Slave vows to each other.
In the evening, the Master told O that their bed would, from that day, be His bed, and that she would sleep in it only when he required her to do so. That night she fulfilled a dream and slept at the foot of His bed on a thick blanket, cuffed, blindfolded, and gagged, enveloped in a deep sense of peace and security, enveloped in His presence.
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Trial 3: Being taken in public
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Dec 15, 2008 3:46 am
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There had been a noticeable change in O's demeanour over the past few days. Tectonic plates had shifted deep inside her psyche as she prepared herself for becoming his slave. Her trust in him had grown rapidly ever since they had lived together over the past few weeks, and she fel that he was now ready to commit and take responsibility for her welfare, to protect her from the people that wished to harm her. She had noticed the subtle changes in him - more caring, more patient, more self-less. Even when he punished her, or inflicted some other suffering on her, she felt deeply loved, more deeply than ever before, more deeply than she had thought possible. A seemingly vital part of her mind was now melting away rapidly. That part in her that needed to rebel, that needed to assert her independence and self-sufficiency, that part that needed to argue, to challenge, to control the world around her, that part of her that she had relied on for all her adult life, that helped her survive and thrive in a tough world. When she was with Him she didn't need that part of her anymore, it seemed now to be redundant and she had increasingly allowed it to lie dormant, to be replaced with an overpowering sense of peace, of being protected, of finally coming home to who she really was.
She was ready now for her third trial. Not only was she to be taken in public by another man, but she would also have to endure seeing another beautiful woman serving Him.
The Master had arranged for a couple to meet them at a London club, a couple they had met for drinks the night before. The Master had clearly wanted the woman (as did  but O was ambivalent about the man who, while charming, did not appear to be very dominant. They had talked about this and He had decided that O would do this for her Master, for his pleasure, and as a demonstration of her service to Him. She accepted his decision easily - so much had changed in the last few weeks.
As clubs come, this one was at the more sophisticated end, with a smart and well-dressed crowd. Leading away from the bar and dance floor, there is a long corridor, with large rooms on either side, furnished for a variety of erotic pleasures. While O danced with the man, she would glance at Him occasionally, dancing closely with the beautifully petite woman. She could see him enjoying her, exploring the contours of her delightful body unashamedly with his strong hands, all his attention devoted to this shrimp of a woman - how dare she be so thin! He was kissing her lips, her neck, her shoulders, whispering in her ears, and pulling her close into him with his strong arms. She wanted to be jealous but somehow she wasn unable. Rather she was happy that He was enjoying himself, and content to be distracting the husband while He took his pleasure.
Leading away from the dance-floor there is a long corridor, with rooms on either side, each room dedicated to different erotic pleasures. The voyeur's room has a cell door on one side, so allowing people to enjoy the spectacle inside, pleasuring themselves or those around them. In that room, on a large and well-lit bed and in full view of the spectators, the man enjoyed and took O, while her Master observed them in a corner and casually explored the woman's body. O felt His gaze as she offered herself, opening her legs for his pleasure. How different this felt from the second trial. Now there was no disgust, no shame, no tears. She simply accepted her assignment, and enjoyed what little pleasure there was to gained from her assignment.
O returned to the dance area with her Master, and after He had removed her basque, she danced with Him, the way she could only dance with Him, dirty and uninhibited, like a bitch on heat. With her pert tits exposed, He walked O to the play-room, where she was mesmerised to watch a beautiful woman lying naked on a bed, strapped up and gagged, being taken by a fucking machine. The man operating the machine was meticulous and wonderfully caring towards the woman. Every part of O's body told her that she must one day experience this, and that Her Master would know when she was ready. He would be be as caring and meticulous as the man she was watching now with complete fascination, patiently adjusting the machine as he tortured the woman to unimaginable pleasures. With O' legs wide open in a nearby sling, the Master took her roughly while O watched the machine bring the strapped woman to a screeming explosion.
When He told her to stand against the wall in that playroom and give her arse to Him, there was no hesitation, no question that she would do anything else. Driving home she was naked in the passenger seat and when he took her once more by the side of the car on a lorry park, she was unconcerned about the row of lorries facing their car, and the lone lorry driver walking past close by. Later still in their bedroom, she received her reward for the trial, a silver heart, joining the first two hearts on her charm bracelet. She smiled - there would be many more charms on that bracelet.
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Learning to obey the rules
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Dec 12, 2008 3:42 am
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Slave O is working at home this working, then flying off for a business meeting.
At nine am sharp she sits down in the office. The Master takes her T-shirt off, exposing her tits, and ties her thighs and neck to the chair, leaving her just enough freedom to work. "You will work until 11.30 when you will make me a coffee". She nods - "Yes Master". He closes the door behind her and listens for a moment. Soon she is on the phone to a colleague with her usual efficient and business-like manner. This pleases the Master, as she has struggled in the past to combine work with being submissive, causing her to have to close off her mind to Him when working. Now she is beginning to learn how to keep him inside her while working.
At 1130 sharp He re-enters the room without knocking.
"Have you been working diligently ?" "Yes Master"
The Master glances at her laptop, where he sees that she is in the process of composing an email to a friend.
"What do you call this ?" He says, pointing at the laptop. She jerks her head towards the screen and casts her head down, as she realises her mistake immediately.
"This is not what they pay you for, is it ?" "No Master"
Without saying another word, the Master unties O from the chair and tells her to kneel down on the chair with her legs wide and her chin on the back-rest. She squirms a little as she complies, feeling desperately exposed even though the Master has allowed her to keep her trousers on. The Master leaves the room and her mind fills with fear as she anticipates his return.
"Work means work" he barks at her. "I will give you three strokes" With that he carefully lands the first two strokes on her buttocks, the cane making a pleasing noise against the tight trousers. She shouts out and her hands let go of the chair in response to the searing pain.
"Take it like a slave" he barks. She struggles to take control of herself as she knows what is expected of her, and prepares for the third blow. Grasping the chair as hard as she can, and pressing her lips together, she prepares for the third blow. A sharp burning pain shoots up her body as the cane comes down on her. She just manages to keep her hands on the chair, and to keep her mouth closed, so producing a deep grunt acknowledging the pain while showing she is accepting it as a fair punishment for her tresspass. "That's much better - well done".
the Master takes her trousers down to below her buttocks. She shivers as she realises he is not done with her.
"You are not wearing your little girl bra. I have told you to always wear it around the house" Her mind races as she tries to figure out what has happened. In fact she had put it on in the morning, why was she not wearing it now ? Under pressure she could not work it out, having forgotten that the Master had, earlier that day, told her to undress and lie down naked on the floor before giving his instructions for the day.
"Did you clean your pussy and arse this morning according to the rules ? You know that you should always be clean for me so I can use you whenever I want to". Now she knew she really was in trouble. She felt so stupid, how could she have forgotten the rules that she knew so well ?
After returning from the bathroom to clean herself, the Master instructs her to stand facing the wall with her legs apart. She feels terribly exposed, standing there naked before Him. "Bend over" he commands, and she does so as he pushes two fingers in her wet pussy and probes it roughly. He smells his hands and waits for a second before he says "good!" and he roughly pushes a finger up her arse hole, probing the arse in all direction before pushing his finger up as far as he can. Once again he smells his finger and waits a couple of seconds before placing it under her nose. "That's good, your arse smells of soap - that is all I ever want to smell in your arse " She is hugely relieved, not wanting to feel that cane again.
As she turns around, he looks at her sternly. "You are not doing so well this morning. You promised me that you would work hard to become my slave. I am not at all impressed with you today, you are going to have to work a lot harder" Those words are harsher punishment than any strokes of the cane could ever be. She knows that the Master has long been hesitant to accept her as his slave and will keep it from her until she proves that she is ready.
She drops to her knees with her arms by her side, knowing better than to touch him when he is dis-pleased. Looking up at Him, her eyes fill with tears as they plead with Him, and she begs to Him. "Please Master I am so sorry, I promise that I will try harder, I promise, I promise" He just looks her and says nothing while she continues to beg, endlessly repeating herself "Please Master I want to be your slave, I promise to try harder Master, you will see, I promise to be better Master, I beg of you Master" Finally his gaze softens. "OK then, I know that you are still learning, but you must try a lot harder" "I will Master I promise" she says as her body relaxes and she reaches up to give him a soft kiss, her body trembling with submission and gratitude.
She will be away from her Master now for some 24 hours, and she feels Him insider herself acutely as she is driven to the airport. She realises that she cannot take for granted that he will accept her as his slave. A quiet resolve enters her mind, to do whatever it takes to become his slave. She realises she wants this more than anything she has ever wanted in her life. There is another trial tomorrow, one that she dreads. She must pass it.
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Trial 2: Satisfying the traveling businessman - Execution
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Dec 11, 2008 5:28 am
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O's instructions were to arrive at the hotel and apply her make-up, as she had practiced with her Master the night before. There was a calmness as she quickly applied it in the car mirror. The Master called to tell her that he was running late, and that the travelling salesman was already in the car park, waiting in his car. Her breath quickened as she considered that He might be springing a surprise on her. What would she do if the salesman knocked on her car door and told her to come with him ? And there were things going on at home, she really should be there now - perhaps she should call her Master to cancel ? She steadied her nerves, knowing that she had no choice but to go through with it.
On arriving at the hotel, the Master first meets with the salesman. He was much older than his profile picture, and quite large. Good, O would not find him attractive. The men walk up to O's car, and she smiles broadly at the salesman.
Slave O feels cheapened as the three of them find their way to the room in the budget business hotel. The room is small and plain, identical to a million rooms in a thousand cities. While the salesman freshens up, the Master tells her to look at him. "You will change into your outfit when the man comes out of the bathroom. You will then behave a like a whore should, and you will negotiate a price for your services" She tries to protest about negotiating a price, but the Master looks at her intently without saying a word, and she knows she has to comply. She nods briefly, not wanting to say the words "Yes Master". The Master sees the look of defiance on her face, and continues to look her in the eyes until her defiance fades into a sullen acceptance. The grubby reality of being a whore now dawns on O. This is not a 'Pretty woman' penthouse and the salesman is no Richard Gere. This is not the fantasy.
When she comes out of the bathroom she looks fantastic and every part the whore, striding confidently on her high heels. The salesman tells her that he wants her to be a complete slut and tells her how to please him. When asked for a price for her services, she throws her head back a little and challenges him. "Are you sure that you can afford me ?" This throws the salesman, who gives the Master the money he had received from the Master in the car park.
The Master feels a little numb, almost bored, as he observes the proceedings. There is no stirring of the loins, no strong emotions, no anger, no jealousy. He settles in a chair in the corner and adopts a pose of polite interest - perhaps He can pick up some new techniques. There is some minor voyeuristic enjoyment as He takes a few pictures - they will come our grainy and blurred, like the pictures in a brown envelope presented as evidence of a partner's infidelity. One day they may enjoy these pictures together - His slave standing up facing the man, grinding her pussy into his probing fingers while rubbing his cock and sucking his nipples. On her knees sucking his cock. Spread out on the bed, arms stretched out behind her with his face between her legs. Getting arse-fingered on hands and knees. Blind-folded and bondaged. Getting fucked. His cum on her dress. Smeared mascara on her face.
She makes the right noises of excitement and complies as directed. She feels no excitement, no lust, no hunger, only disgust and loathing for the salesman, and a deep love for her Master. She knows not why she should feel this, when he is humiliating her like this. She only knows that she loves him more deeply than ever. She looks at Him once or twice but there is no encouragement in his eyes, no connection. She cries quietly, knowing she is alone, that her Master won't rescue her from this man until he is done.
One hour of humiliation. Being a whore. Now she knows.
The Master joins O as she cleans herself up in the bathroom, and tells her that she has done well, that she has earned her reward. But O doesn't want to hear, she doesn't want His arms around him, she doesn't want to look him in the eyes. She just wants to be alone. Later that day, they will lie together and talk for hours about what happened and what they have learned from it. He will give O her reward, then strap her to their bed with her arms and legs wide, and He will kiss her all over her body, telling her how beautiful she is, and whispering sweet words of love.
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Trial 2: Satisfying the traveling businessman - Preparation
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Dec 10, 2008 5:41 am
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The preparation for the second trial (this evening) had to be immaculate. They had often talked about how slave O had secretly fantasised about being a whore. The idea of meeting a stranger in a hotel room and being paid to satisfy him had stirred deep feelings within her, though she did not understand why this should be so. The Master had tested the ground by letting some men play with her pussy in sex clubs. She had responded to those encounters with animal lust, and now the Master decided that their relationship was strong enough to act out the full fantasy.
The Master had carefully selected a suitable participant, a somewhat dominant man who was happy to play out his part of the fantasy. His on-line profile showed extensive feedback from very satisfied women, and his pictures showed an averagely attractive middle-aged man. Nothing would distinguish him from other punters other than his big cock. The Master had shown his pictures to O and she was both scared and turned on about the prospect of such a well-hung man penetrating her and taking her forcefully.
The Master had bought some make-up and in the evening before the trial they sit down in their bedroom and prepare for the trial. The Master chooses a trashy-looking see-through outfit in black and red, and instructs her to apply the make-up. Vivid blue and silver eye shadow with strong black lining, sparkly blusher on her high cheek-bones, bright red lip-gloss. The Master inspects her and is satisfied with the appropriately trashy look. Complemented with blacks hold-ups and heels, she will be a cheap whore tomorrow night. The high-class call girl fantasy would have to wait.
With the Master satisfied with the overall effect, she kneels in front of Him and he carefully applies two layers of bright-red nail varnish. As they share the intimacy of the moment, they prepare themselves mentally for the trial ahead.
"Master can I ask you a question ?"
"Of course you can slave"
"What will happen tomorrow night ?"
"I will meet with the man ahead of your visit, and make sure that I am comfortable with him. You will go from work straight to the hotel, and apply your make-up in the car before going straight to the room. I will open the room and you will change into your outfit in the bathroom. You will then sit down with him and he will tell you what he requires of you. You will agree a price and then do what you have agreed. If at the end of the evening he is satisfied with your performance I will give you a treat. If he is not satisfed then I will punish you in front of him"
"Master have you talked to him about what he will do to me ?"
"No I haven't, only that he should treat you as a whore and that he should wear a condom"
She goes silent for a moment, before asking her next question.
"Master I am scared about his big cock, I am worried that he will tear my arse apart"
"I'm sure you will be fine, you are a good little whore"
"Master will you be there to protect me ?
"Yes of course, though I might step out for a cigarette"
"Master will you still love me afterwards ?"
"I will love you even more when you do this for me, my little whore. You ARE my little whore, aren't you"
"Yes Master.....thank you Master"
As they both consider the forthcoming trial they pack away the outfit and the make-up in a bag, and put it away for O to take to work in the morning. The master then straps her up, ready for a well-deserved sleep.
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Rules
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Dec 9, 2008 4:00 am
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The General rule: She is at all times to demonstrate Devotion, Respect, Obedience, Service, and Trust.
Exception: I have no control in relation to her work or to her children. In all areas the rules apply.
Rule 1. She is to put away any jewellery that I have not bought for her. She will be my blank canvas and every piece of jewellery that she wears will remind her of me.
Rule 2. She is not to wear thongs to work as they are too sexy for the work environment, tending to show above her trousers when she bends over. As she is a professional woman this is not appropriate. She will wear only simple knickers to work. She is to do up her shirt buttons so she does not show any cleavage.
Rule 3. She is not to play with herself unless I have instructed her or she has asked for permission and I have given it. Her punishment for disobeying this rule is that she will sleep in a separate room.
Rule 4. I will make all decisions on what clothes and make-up she wears, hairdressing and general beayty regime.
Rule 5. At night she will be restrained, depriving her of freedom to move and sensory input.
Rule 6. When she is wearing a mouth gag, she is not allowed to try and speak, and can only nod her head up or down or sideways.
Rule 7. When she comes home, she is to clean her pussy and backside so they are clean for my enjoyment, and I will inspect her at times to check that she does this. She is also to put on a soft cotton bra that I gave her.
Rule 8. She will dress smartly in my presence unless I have given permission for her to dress casually.
Rule 8. She is to go to the gym three times a week and keep herself trim and fit for me.
Rule 9. She is to talk to me respectfully and never attempt to instruct me or tell me what to do, nor to talk to me as if I was her child.
Rule 10. She is to interpret each of my polite requests as instructions and obey without delay.
Rule 11. At bed-time she will clean her teeth and take off her make-up.
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Trial 1 - Sunday 7 December
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Dec 9, 2008 3:43 am
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The seduction of A&B
Sunday 7th December 2008 marks the start of the enslavement of O. They had talked about it for many times, and now the Master felt that they were both ready to take the plunge into an uncertain and exciting future.
The Master had chosen a simple first trial, for O to seduce a couple and get them to want to take her. For reasons He did not quite understand himself, this idea had always excited him, and in the past she has been reluctant to do this for Him, when they had visited clubs. This time it was different, she simply had to do this if she was to become His slave.
As they prepare her for the meeting, O is a little quiet. He gently fits the basque that he bought for her the day before, slowly fixing each loop with a precision that would seem unnecessary to the casual observer. The basque is a pretty red one with black lacing, complemented by a black jacket, tight black trousers, and red shoes an appropriate outfit for lunch-time drinks in an English country pub, if perhaps a little risqué.
On the way, O distracts them by chatting excitedly about the details of their wedding next summer. Being a man unable to multi-task, He looses the way and they have to back-track, arriving with 5 minutes to spare, just enough for O to quickly apply her make-up in the car's vanity mirror.
"Look at me" says the Master when she has finished her make-up. Like a light-switch being flicked, the simple words change everything as she switches from her normal state into a highly attentive submissive state. She looks him in the eyes, listening intently. "You will be bubbly and sociable today. And you will find an opportunity to flirt with them and to touch them. If they want to meet you again then you will have passed your first trial and you will get your reward. If you fail then I will punish you". Her eyes cast down for a moment. "Yes Master" she whispers, fearing the cane. "OK off you go" he says softly.
As they get out of the car, the couple arrives. The Master recognises them from the pictures they had sent in advance. A is a handsome, strong looking, and mid-forties male. He strides confidently and firmly shakes the Master's hand, as if meeting for a business lunch, then kisses O politely on the cheeks. The woman B is late-twenties, tall, skinny and cute, wearing a cut out long dress. All they know is what the Master has told them, that O is bi-curious and that she would like to play with a couple. As far as they are concerned, the Master and O are just another couple looking to spice up their sex life a little. The Master likes it this way, after all knowledge is power.
While A and B are at the bar getting drinks, the Master sits O down across from him at a table in a side room. Without hesitation, A sits himself down next to O, which leaves the woman no option but to sit down next to the Master. The man does most of the talking, he is very confident and very dominant, and keen to tell us how successful he is. O is inevitably drawn to his take- charge approach and his strong face and physique, acutely aware of his physical presence, she wonders what if would feel like to be taken by him. B is clearly the submissive, a little quiet at first, and quite cute, with a lovely twinkle in her eyes. They are a classical dom/sub couple, and the Master wonders if they know that. Perhaps they are hiding as much as the Master is ?
Wile A is getting some more drinks, Master suggests to O that she shows the woman her basque. As O coyly undoes the buttons on her jacket, B straightens up a little and tightens her crossed legs, enjoying the public striptease. O shows off her basque a little, pressing her chest forward as the girls compare notes about basques while B returns with the drinks. The Master smiles to himself as he sees the cool appraisal in A's eyes, looking up and down the contours of O's slender body, with no attempt to disguise his interest. He is looking much how one would examine a nice car for sale, noticing every detail and assessing its value. O's breath quickens a little as she feels his eyes - claiming her. She has to fight her inclination to be submissive as she remembers her Master's instructions. "I must be bubbly and seductive". She feels her Master's eyes and his unspoken instruction to seduce him, and as she considers her next move, she feels A's knees touching hers under the table, lightly at first. Her mind is racing and it fights to resolve many conflicting emotions. Her Masters instructions win the battle in her mind, and she holds firm as he presses his knee onto hers more firmly. Responding, she rocks her foot up and down, so rubbing her knee against his. She feels a quiet pride as she knows that she is on her way to her first seduction. Has her Master noticed ?
O jolts as the feels A's hand on her right knee, in that dominant gesture that a man uses to claim a woman as his. The touch is light, almost casual and implies an intimacy that does not yet exist. When she regains her exposure, she moves her hand onto his leg and starts to stroke it. As he opens his legs a little, she slowly moves her hand up his leg until it is right by his crutch, rubbing the side of his cock gently as it hardens. O struggles to keep up with the conversation as she catches her Master's eye across the table. He smiles at her encouragingly, giving her a friendly wink. He wonders if she can see that his smile is strained. Does she know that His blood is boiling with anger and jealousy ? He suspects that she does, her eyes seem to plead with Him 'please don't be angry, I am doing this for you, this is what you asked me to do'. His mind freezes, unable to concentrate on the conversation, fixated with the image of her hand rubbing the side of his cock in that casual way that says they are a couple. He excuses himself and goes to the loo, calming himself down. He now knows that "this feeling" is what drove him to choose this trial. The intensity of feeling he experiences when his slave is enjoying the company of another man - the sudden ceding of control to another man, the realisation that another man could get his slave excited. At that moment he knew he wanted O to be his slave more than ever, and he loved her for doing this to please him. When He re-joins the table, the smile he gives O is genuine, and he sees her relax as she senses that He has gained control over his emotions. The Master reflects on how natural they look across the table, enjoying a little public display of affection, their fingers linked together and resting quietly on her leg.
There is one more seduction to accomplish, and this comes naturally as the girls kiss in the car park. O enjoys the soft kiss of the other woman, responding to the lips of her small mouth, returning Bs as she feels B's hands gently stroking her nipples. Its all so soft, so delightfully gentle. It comes as a shock after the very masculine presence of A. Their confirmation that they want to meet to play with O completes the trial
As the Master drives off, O is eager to find out how well she has performed. "Master have I passed my trial ?" she asks. "Yes you have, and when we get home you will get your reward". She feels hugely relieved, knowing that she has pleased her Master and will be escaping the cane. "Master were you angry with me for touching that man ? I was worried that you would be angry and that you would punish me " He looks across to O "Yes it made my blood boil, I wanted to knock him to the ground. But you did what I asked you to do so I won't punish you". This answer satisfies O, she likes the idea of her Master sharing her with other people, but it would worry her if he was not at least a little bit jealous. "Did you want him to take you" He asks. "Yes Master I did, I wanted him to take me away and fuck me". The Master smiles "Good girl, you have done well today"
The emotions of the day explode in her body, and unable to control herself, she grabs her tits rougly with one hand while rubbing her pussy hard with the other through the soft fabric of the trousers. Unable to satisfy her lust, she moans as she comes repeatedly in the passenger seat, oblivious of the wintry countryside flashing by, while the Master reflects on the day. He realises that he will have to keep a very tight reign on her passions, that she will run away with herself and away from him in an uncontrolled orgy of lust, unless He controls her completely. He has to live inside her body and surround her with His presence. She must not be able to breathe without him. In the evening he instructs her to lie naked on his bed, and he straps her collar tightly around her neck. With a red strap, he ties her wrists to a ring on the collar so her hands are clasped together across her chest. Next he ties up a mouth gag so she is unable to speak, and ties together her ankles.
"Now listen to me carefully" He says and she nods as she looks into his eyes and feels herself drift into a deep state of submission. "There will be some new rules, to make sure that your passions don't go out of control". She nods quietly, knowing already that she desperately needs this structure. She listens carefully as the Master explains the Rules, and she falls into a deep and contented sleep.
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No kink today - again!
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Feb 28, 2007 8:08 am
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I am working my arse off for a change, about to nail two deals, both of which will keep me nicely busy for a year.
The whole dating thing is a drag, be that vanilla or otherwise. Cats is the way to go I think. There is only so much rejection one can take.
For the avoidance of doubt: I like to spank pretty women. You know where I am!
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