Farewell
Looks like we've finally come to the end of the ride. I’m sure porn will find a way, but until then thanks for all the fun. kik:abandonfear

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Farewell
Looks like we've finally come to the end of the ride. I’m sure porn will find a way, but until then thanks for all the fun. kik:abandonfear
I have always imagined that two slaves, stretched and hung on a wall like this, would be the perfect compliment to a nice fireplace.
On Waiting.
I have written often about the mind fuck of BDSM. Give me a strong, independent girl with a big, beautiful brain, an attractive body, and wonderful personal attributes, and I can be content for the rest of my life.
As for waiting, I wonder if enough Dominants appreciate the simple design principle of “less is more”. When Dominating a beautiful, intelligent girl, I often place her in situations where she can do nothing. Nothing. No touching. No service to me. No speaking. Nothing.
And then I sit back and enjoy what unfolds next. Had I taken the time to remove one or more of her senses, the experience is amplified. She will fall into the abyss, and her beautiful mind will take over.
Left in her own subspace, a girl will be transported to an intimate space of my creation, and her reality will morph into any thoughts or suggestions I might have placed. She may be wetting, thinking of all the things I might do her next, or she may be writhing in her bonds as she hears a door open and close, after I have suggested (via an intense whisper) it might be time for her to demonstrate her sexual talents to others.
Less is indeed more. She will lose sense of place and time, and she will be comforted only by my voice, my touch, and whatever sensation I wish of her next.
Let your girl wait for it. And yes, girls, I can see you smiling and nodding.
Nothing more need be said.
Here is an awesome example of attention to detail. At first blush this position doesn't look too difficult. The crotch rope is bound to a hook and looks to be providing some relief. While the slaves head movement is limited by a rope to the neck, the hair tie would give some support.
What I see in this photo is the master who made sure to rotate and bind her wrists facing down, rather than the natural position they would take when standing like this. That simple change adds enough stress that the slave would never be able to fully relax during their time here. Try it yourself, first with wrists facing upward in their natural position and then rotate them to face the floor.
Series: Samantha #2
The past three days had been a blur. After packing everything she owned into a small bag, Sam had said goodbye to her friends and arrived at the airport where that familiar chill had washed over her.
The flight had sucked, bad weather, bad people. Curling up in her seat she had tried to make herself as small as possible and shut out the world. Maybe it was for the best, despite the fear of arriving she was desperate for the flight to end.
Arrival. More lines, more shitty people. Now that Sam was here, that familiar chill had turned to outright terror. Shaking as she collected her bag, Sam made her way outside. Slipping on a pair of earbuds she tried to calm herself as she stepped into the taxi line.
Reaching the front, Sam managed a small smile as she handed the attendant a note. Reading it over for a moment he whistled sharply, gesturing at a car. Folding the paper, he held it out for her as his eyes began to crawl over her body. Sam quickly grabbed the paper from his hand and looked at the ground. He had seemed ready to bend her over the fence and fuck here in front of everyone.
After what felt like an eternity the car pulled up and the driver took her bag. Sam slipped into the back, trying to get comfortable on the hard plastic "leather". As the driver slumped into his seat with a thud she again held out the note that would decide her fate.
The sky was darkening quickly as the car raced down the freeway. Sam pulled her hood down, trying her best to hide in the shadows with her music. It seemed like every time she glanced up to look out the window she saw the driver's eyes silently watching her in the mirror.
Then it was over. Sam stood next to her bag in the cool air, her breath visible with every shallow breath. Staring up at the house, it fell quickly back into shadows as the taxi pulled away.
Sam pulled the warm hood from her head, letting the earbuds fall away as her eyes adjusted to the light. Closing her eyes for a moment she steeled herself and began to walk up the path. As she climbed the stairs to the porch each step creaked, as if urging her to turn back.
Now or never. Sam raised her hand to the knocker on the door and let it fall with a heavy thud. A shadow moved past the window and she jumped a bit at the loud clack made as the door was unlocked. Sam strained to see in the dim light as the door opened but quickly found his eyes. Suddenly feeling like she was on fire she glaned back at the ground.
His hand reached out, requiring Sam to make the next move. Reaching for it she felt that chill again as he suddenly closed his hand firmly on her wrist. Panicking for a moment she gasped. Her sound hung in the silence as he held her wrist in place, waiting for her to commit.
Sam stepped forward into the dim room, his hand guiding her. Leaving her bag on the porch he closed the heavy door with a thud. Jumping again as the lock made its familiar clack Sam opened her mouth. "Hello Sir."
I'm curious how many girls stumble across this tumblr accidentally and then find themselves wet after reading through a few pages. Personally I think there is some degree of submission in almost everyone. Your brain may be screaming 'no!' as you tumble through page after page of slaves serving their purpose but your pussy is telling you all you need to know.
Discovering what aspects of the lifestyle most affect you is an amazing journey. Truth be told, I'm a bit jealous of those of you who are just discovering how much they need this. If this is you, don’t let any preconceived notions of BDSM stop you! There are infinite degrees of the lifestyle from mild to wild and each of them can teach you something about yourself. If you take the time to explore, learn, and experiment I’m certain you’ll be surprised what end up getting you off.
I offer this simple task…
Select a pair of panties to gag yourself with. If you want to ramp it up use the ones you are wearing right now. Bonus points if you have already soaked them from your tumblr trip.
Hold them to you face for a moment, feel the fabric on your skin, inhale your scent.
Now open your mouth without straining it too much. Pinch your panties in the center and keep your fingers on it while using your other hand to pack one half of the material into the space between your teeth and cheek. Now simply pack the remaining half into the other side of your mouth in the same manor.
If you have done this correctly you should be able to close your jaw without having the cloth on top of your tongue. Because the cloth is limited to the outside of your teeth this is a good long term gag, and it is also quite effective at muffling sound when secured further.
If you need more, tie a scarf around your head to force the panties into your mouth. For more security you can now add tape, but be mindful of the type you use as some don’t like to let go of hair or skin.
Now that you are looking like a proper female spend an hour or two edging as you continue your inevitable tumble into the abyss.
Remember to only gag yourself when you are able to breathe freely from your nose! Keep scissors, etc handy in case you need to quickly remove the gag. Safely is core to any BDSM situation so use your head.
Series: Samantha #1
As soon as Sam clicked 'purchase' a cold chill ran through her body. It had only started a few months ago but she realized it was now hopeless. Realizing that there was only one thing left to do, she grabbed her phone and called him.
Moments after hanging up Sam had selected her flight and accepted that there was no turning back. Pulling the blanket to her face she screamed into it until her throat burned, slowly breaking down into sobs.
Running short of tears Sam sighed into the soft fabric and fell back into her bed. Closing her eyes she began to think back on the past few weeks and what he had said to her. A final tear ran down Sam's cheek and began to dry in the cool air as her hand found its way beneath her jeans.
Squeezing her eyes shut she replayed the conversations in her head. No matter how much she tried it seemed there was just no sense to be made from them. Sam's fingers found the smooth fabric of her panties as she fell deeper into the darkness. Gently pleasuring herself, she thought to herself, "Christ, only three days..." before drifting off to sleep.
lani.
You will stand right now, walk to your closet, remove all your clothing, and put on your best pair of slut heels.
Return to your chair, spread your legs, rub that pussy until it cums for me, and then send me a note.
Winter is coming...
Lets get these cunts warmed up again.
thank goodness you are back. I missed you. Aloha, Lani
You are one of the reasons I came back. Wish you would stop using anon though.
Looks like we have a lively fresh young slut here. The first few months of oral training will see it placed in a severe elbow tie paired with a large spider gag. The pain from the tie and large gag serves as a useful distraction while trying to eliminate its gag reflex. Various dildos, anal plugs, and vibrators can be paired with this tie to vary the training. As ever, its hair provides the perfect grip for guiding its stroke and applying pain for correction.
Collars with leashes are cute and everything, but this is how you leash a true piece of slave meat.
This asian whore reminds me of a cute college co-ed. Seems to have just been captured off the street since it's still clothed but it will soon be stripped, shaved, pierced, and washed.
Just look at how calm it looks within masters embrace. Submission gives it the clarity of purpose that not enough females experience.
Slaves: What does masters touch do to you?
Shame to stitch up my favorite hole, but this cunt looks beautiful that way.
Two recently caught cunts hang, waiting to begin processing. I would secure their arms behind the back though, they look at little too comfortable for my liking.
One of the my favorite things about the nose hook is how quickly it turns any female, no matter what they look like into an instant fuck pig.