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If you don’t want permanent chastity then why does your d!ck twitch every time I mention it? 🔒💕
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Every sissy needs to be locked
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Are you ready for the game Now ...
ABCs of Slave Training: Lesson 7
He was sitting at the computer in his office finishing up some writing that was due to his publisher. She had already come in twice in the past 15 minutes to see if he was finished. Ignoring the fact that he had plainly told her last time that “one young lady needs to calm down before she’s not able to sit down,” she hoped the third time would be the charm and skipped back through the doorway once again.
“Are you ready now, Sir?” Her voice had taken on a little girl’s whine. “You said we could go to the movies. Why don’t you just leave all that stuff until we get back? I’ve got the keys to the car…we could get there a few minutes early and get popcorn. Come on…. pleeeasse?”
He took a very deep breath and if she’d paid him any real attention, she would have seen the signs that he was becoming very annoyed with her antics.
“As I said the last time you came in, not more than 5 minutes ago, I have to finish this last piece before I can go. Why don’t you take the dog for a walk and by the time you’re back I should be ready to go?”
“What?!” her voice became a shrill. “But I’m already dressed to go! That stupid dog will get me all dirty! Geez! If you didn’t want to go you should have just said so!”
With that she threw the car keys onto his desk. Unfortunately, her aim wasn’t true, and the keys hit the keyboard instead. In the blink of an eye the screen previously filled with words went blank.
Her gasp held a mixture of disbelief, remorse and absolute terror. What had she done? And what was he going to do to her?
Slowly he placed his hands on the desk and pushed back his chair. Rising to his full and intimidating height, he looked down upon her trembling form.
“Young lady, go to your room, get prepared and I’ll expect to find you in the corner when I arrive. Now!”
She ran from the room. This was so bad. The last time he ordered her to her corner she had been play-fighting with one of his swords. Not only was she forbidden to touch them, but she had also sliced a neat hole in the sofa. By the time the punishment was complete she never even wanted to see a sword again. But to make a greater impact, he had hung it over the door to “her room” where she was forced to look at it each day and remember her lesson.
Passing under the sword she entered the room Sir had made especially for her. There was a desk with a computer on it and a single bed, but every other item was better fitted to a BDSM dungeon. There were several sets of eye hooks in the ceiling and floor plus a set of iron rings along the far wall. There was also a leather piece that resembled a large sawhorse. It too had iron rings on all four “legs." Whips, floggers, canes and other types of instruments of pain inducement hung from the walls. One corner held a medium sized cabinet made of cherry wood with Chinese symbols inlaid in gold. It was to this cabinet that she walked. She removed several items and placed them on the bed in a neat row. She then proceeded to remove her clothes, fold them, and pile them also on the bed.
She took a couple of the items from the bed and went into the hallway bath. After relieving herself…there was no guarantee she’d be allowed to do that later…she picked up a small bottle of lube and prepared herself for the medium sized plug that sat innocently next to the sink where she’d placed it. She hated to have to put the plug in by herself, but it was one of the ways Sir felt she’d get more benefit from her punishment. Feeling very full after completing her first task, she fitted her ankle restraints and followed with the ones for her wrists.
She was trying to hurry. She didn’t want to make Sir wait after seeing how angry he was already. Back in her room she went to stand in the northwest corner…. her punishment corner. She would have to stand there with her hands behind her back and her legs parted until He came to get her…not making a sound…. not moving…. just thinking about what she had done to land her in this position. As thoughts of her selfish behavior flooded her mind tears began to fall from her eyes.
He stood at the doorway watching her chest heave as she cried. It would do her good he thought. His story had not been lost forever. He had merely retrieved it from the trash, and all was restored. But she didn’t need to know that yet. She needed to learn patience and he knew exactly how he was going to teach that most important concept.
She would have to wear the leather hood that covered her eyes and ears. He never used the one that covered her entire face since she was very claustrophobic, and he didn’t want to really hurt her. To keep that very active mouth of hers silent, he would use the red ball gag. She loathed gags. It was a most effective tool.
Finally, he would move her to the center of the room and chain her to the hooks in the floor and ceiling. He loved to see her standing spread- eagled. There she would be made to wait. No sights or sounds to invade her thoughts. She’d be alone with herself. So much worse than whippings or nipple clamps. That would come later. After she had learned her lesson. The pain would provide her release from solitary and a final cleansing of her conscience.
He’d been with his special girl for over two years and he always knew what she needed. It was his pleasure to give it to her.
G is for Gag
This lesson has elements of a punishment that Sarah faced at the hands of Jace in Sarah’s Submission.
There is a place in my mind that I fall into the second the cuffs and collar are placed on my person. It is that place where, while still me, I prepare for he whom owns me. Presenting myself to him, is a great honor, one which can only be revered if done properly. While I feel him observing that which belongs to him, I often can not help but blush. My nakedness, while now a second nature, is still not used to being so carefully scrutinized. The wetness between my legs is both welcome, and involuntary. It is for him.
It is important that Master knows, my holes are ready for his attention/intention. It is important to the owned me, that I be worthy of him in any and all regards. With my eyes closed, my holes are an open invitation. I am personally floating in my own mind, adrift on the sea of possibilities, which are him whom I serve, happily and willingly, I submit.
Please accept my humble presentation of self, as the gift it is intended to be.(tn)
Charles Cordier (1827-1905) “Saïd Abdullah of the Mayac, Kingdom of the Darfur (Sudan)” (1848) “African Venus” (1851) Located in the Walters Art Museum, Baltimore, Maryland, United State During the 19th century, “African Venus” and “Saïd Abdullah” were regarded as powerful expressions of nobility and dignity after the abolishment of slavery in France in 1848.
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