This is a story about an adventure I had with a former partner of mine. 

My partner has always known of and not quite appreciated my interest in stalking abduction, and rape play. She has often reassured me that she supports my pursuit of playmates for this interest though.

During the last year she has shown more interest and effort in investigating this play, if only to better understand me

I started my night without knowing how my night would evolve. The original plan was to go with my partner to the trade show and after she meet up with her date she and I would part company to give them time alone. Sex by itself is not what drives or arouses me. I need a much stronger dynamic and so I have found myself in power exchange relationships and turning towards heavier and darker play. I was not hopeful that the show would hold much interest for me so we had made arrangements that would allow me to take the train home to rendezvous again with my love.

My expectations were mostly correct, although I was pleasantly surprised to make the acquaintance of some wonderful people. The exhibits offered only one new (but very exciting) idea. Therefore, I found my love and her date and notified her that I was on my way home. While making my way to the exit I started seeing some potential in the type of costumes I was passing. Being fairly new to Vancouver and not feeling like packing it in for the night I started doing what I always do. I started chatting with people about the area around the convention center to find any nightlife that might prove for a distraction. After taking a short walk around and seeing what was suggested I ended up grabbing a soda and decided to get my own kicks by returning to the trade show to stalk my partner so that I could enjoy the fact that she was having such a good time on her date.

After abandoning the show for itself and concentrating on the people (one in particular) my night turned around 180 degrees. Following my partner I was able to learn what she was finding interesting as well as seeing her happily getting to know her date. That was nice for its own reasons but I was very excited to be stalking her. Following her by four or more booths I initially would try to avoid the exhibitors, but knowing how distracted I must seem while talking with them and not wishing to seem even more odd than I was, I would asses them to be Kinky or simply employees and often I would explain my day and the purpose for my distraction while talking to them. I don't know if it made me more or less creepy but I seem to have won them over.

Due to the number of people, distance I was following her, and shiny delicious distractions at the show, I lost my partner often but was able to find her quickly. I had previously decided that I would not take the train home and simply ride home with my partner after her date had ended. At one point, late in the night, I thought I had missed her exit. For this reason I needed to check the status of my ride. I made a trip to the underground parking where she had chosen to park, and put a note on the windshield letting her know that I was not gone but still in the show.

Retuning to the show I was able to find her and at one point was trapped inside a both with my partner looking at the products on the counter just feet away from where I stood. I was sure that I had been made. I had talked with the exhibitor earlier telling her what had brought me to the show (my partner's date) and quickly explained that I would like her to help shepherd me away without being seen. I later came back and explained my situation better and that she was my ride if I didn't want to take the train home.

Eventually the time came that the show was clearing out and my partner and date left. I was again surprised and thought my partner had seen me. My partner and her date were waiting at the counter of the coat check to get their garments. As I exited the doors of the exhibition hall her date tuned and embraced her, my partner facing away and her date seemingly looking at me over her shoulder. Quickly turning and finding a sign and doorman to stand behind I kept thinking this is when my partner will turn and give me that smiling scowl that says “I caught you, ha ha”.

Not so. Nothing. I know where the had to exit and was able to give them the necessary time to get there without the hazard of being seen. Was she just playing it off and letting me have my game which she now was in full knowledge of, or was I still undiscovered. I watched my partner and her date chat and say their goodbyes.

While waiting for my partner, and ride, to see if this was the end of the date or if they would maybe go out for drinks I contemplated my options. I could go to the car and wait for her in hiding or follow and hope there was enough time to cover the distance needed to remain unseen.

I stayed. I wanted to see what the plan was and didn't know if there would be any cover near the car. I didn't want to sit waiting for who knows how long, if they did continue their date, and I would have not been able to continue watching where ever they decided to go.

They separated with an embrace and kiss, and my love made her way to the parkade I was able to enter through another entrance and walking quickly and carefully deliberately but cautiously I followed her to the car. I was able to get to the car door without being seen open the door and put my hand to her throat before she had any idea I was around. The look of surprise and confusion were unmistakable and priceless.

Her reaction and previous statements about abduction and rape play were reason enough to end the game there. I smiled stepped back and gave her a moment to relax then leaned back in to her car and kissed her. She claims that she didn't even have time to be afraid but I swear I saw the look of terror in her eyes that I have been missing for some time. She assures me that even though I was sure she had spotted me at least three times, I had done my part flawlessly. I think I learned some thing and look forward to more expediencies

Paul

the irony of life is that the things that are easily found are seldom the most rewarding. a corollary to that might be that the things that we seek (certainly in the case of good submissive and slaves) is often trying not to be found, as if or for the sake of safety knowing they are often so giving and trustful that it is to their own detriment.

I am looking to meet friends and play partners.  I'm not taking sex off the table, however it will have to be discuses separately, and at a future time. for friends the only requirement is some common interests.  For a play partner I am looking for a bdsm M/s dynamic where I am offered as much room to do as I wish as you can afford to give up.  My interests for play are abduction, torture, degradation, and humiliation that is heavy cruel and ongoing.

Ultimately I would like to find someone who likes and gets along with my slave/partner and can build a vanilla or bottom relationship with her also and would be someone that we both love and share. 

that would be the best case scenario, but as we all come to know.... life seldom offers us the optimal conditions.

My journal has been updated today

Item six in use and education

Item seven in appearance and modification

Uses and education.

The description of events in my journal would take place over a period of time as trust and devotion was earned.  I do not expect that a woman who gives herself to me as My slave would undergo all mentioned experiences immediately upon arriving in service to Me.

1) As it is winter now I would take full advantage of the season.  I would have fun chaining you up to an Iron st. Andrews cross outside and let you get nice and cold then alternate flinging snowballs at your face and body, and using an air soft gun to pelt you until you were a sobbing shaking shrieking mess, all the while reminding you of the errors you made that day/week and reinforcing how much you are lucky to be of some use.  Eventual I would take the time to warm you up and make sure you knew how luck I think I am for having you, and fuck your corps like temperature body.

2) Sunday is a time of rest. the day that would be used for a leisurely morning. you would of course complete your morning chores, return to my bed and provide your company to me until I was ready to begin my day. we would bath together, and I would wash you before you would attend to me.  
 
After my bath would come my massage. you would have studied massage technique, possibly at an accredited school, to the point where it would be possible for you to achieve a certificate in therapeutic massage.  
 
your day would be negligent of any other obligations then providing me with your company. I may decide that we will simply lay on the couch and have you perform sexually for me all day. I might decide that we would go outside for a hike, or bike, or ski. It might be a nice day to go for a sail, or the right day to take a cruise in the truck our on the bike.  
 
In any scenario, your ongoing assignments would be put aside for the day. The evening would turn to diner and conversation, until I grew tired or wanted to play.

3) This weekend you would experience sensory deprivation. in your ears I would tape ear buds that would play white nose. Over your head would be placed a heavy leather hood. your arms would be pinned to your side, and your entire upper body would be wrapped in cellophane. your lower half would be encased in specially made heavy pvc bondage pants that allowed e ready access to your pussy and ass, and you would be strapped face down to a purpose built table that articulated at your waist forcing your body into a usable sexual position for me to use should I desire.  
 
As you would be spending your day in this predicament, you would be fitted with a "lady J" urinary device and provided liquid from time to time. here you would be left, unable to hear anything other than static noise, unable to see even light, unable to feel even the air around you. you would not know if I was standing beside you, down the street, or having guests over to share in your torment. your concept of time would disappear. would the voices that you hear be imagined or real, do you feel someone touch you what did you imagine that, if it was real with me or someone I invited over. as time went by you would no longer be able to tell if you had been laying there for hours or days.

4)  The first education feat you would perform would be to learn grace and style in your physical appearance.  you would lean how to walk delicately yet purposefully.  you would concentrate on your posture until it was second nature and as subconscious as breath.    

5) Academically you would learn a language.  your first would be American sign. you would learn in classroom or online and introduced to a number of people I know who are fluent so that you could practice and become proficient.  After you were proficient in sign, you wold continue to learn new languages while in My service.

6) It would be to My benefit, and your humiliation, to have you be the star of your very own pay-site cam show.  you would preform for complete strangers and in turn provide me with both entertainment and monetary reward. 

Appearance and body modifications

The description of events in my journal would take place over a period of time as trust and devotion was earned.  I do not expect that a woman who gives herself to me as My slave would undergo all mentioned experiences immediately upon arriving in service to Me.

1) The piercing that would be almost immediate would be a ring in your frenulum

Another of the first piercings I would consider ( depending on the shape of your face ) would be small barbells on a cambered horizontal through the skin just outside the lateral canthus just at the furthest tangent of your eye socket.

2) I would want to see what hair length I preferred on you that would allow for the most versatility in pleasing styles.  How I implemented this would depend on what length your hair would be when you came to me.  I would prefer to start with your hair as long as you could possibly grow it and cut it back bit by bit until you had none, photographically documenting the different lengths for reference.  More than likely your hair would not be as long as it could be, and it would need to be grown out to its maximum length, then I would shave you bald and grow it out to the length that it was when you gave yourself to me.  

It would be a long process but so very much worth the time and patients.  This would also allow me to use your hair to make some toys to use on you. However, that is another post.

3) I would like to see what your skin would look like with nothing more than your natural pigment. Even sunscreen would allow more light onto your body then I would find acceptable. Every inch of your skin would be covered whenever you were in natural light. For this experiment you would often be kept indoors during the day.

4) At some point I would seriously consider permanent eyeliner. you're going to be wearing it anyhow.

5) you will be dressed like a costly tramp most of the time, as time goes by your attire will grow more provocative, and revealing. Only when we go to high protocol events will you be dressed in fine and respectable clothing.

6) I am highly turned on by well manicured fingernails and toenails, and the practice of maintaining them that way.  If you don't already know how to maintain and paint your nails, you would learn how, and keep them highly polished and immaculate.

7) Another piercing you would get to be adorned with would be gauged barbells in your nipples.  they would be often changed out for rings, or shields..... There are so many beautiful adornment to use to make you even more beautiful.

Its official.  I am not a sports fan.  I attended My first professional base ball game today and the results were unimpressive.  The game was between the Mariners and the red sox.  the most impressive thing i saw was the pitcher catching a hit.  the second was a little red sun dress that went sashaying by

I had a nice time spending the day with my friends thou.

While I was blissfully and diligently making my plans , life has once again happened.

Looking on the bright side, I get to keep a boat load of my cash for something else.

Now I get to take a few days without tough and decide where I want to go with this new opportunity.

In a conversation with a coworker on why an older man would have a relationship with a girl that could be his daughter I hit upon the traits of one of the women I would like to have for my own.  she would not need to be educated or experienced (however it is always a plus to have an intelligent person that can help you work through things outside your head) her main purpose would be companionship and share a reciprocal affection for. Also,  one who enjoys spending time with me, doing the same things I enjoy doing, faithful and obedient to me, a good disposition, friendly to others but with little or no desire to respond to their wishes or needs.  In other words the slave that is right for me would be the human version of a good dog.  she could expect to be treated and cared for in the same manner.  she would receive all that she needs when she needed it.  Her grooming would be attended to as I saw fit her diet and exercise would be controlled to help maintain her appearance and health, she would be socialized and shown off she would be allowed to show affection to whom she chose in the groups of people that I approved or chose for her to show it to,  she would be punished for disobeying me and reworded for her achievements.

I have decided to build a signal whip.   As I have never done that, I started out last night with a ropie.  It worked out well.  It is limited by its very self but I am happy with its accuracy and its apparent force. 

I have watched a few videos and now have a good understanding on the proces.  the sequence of events is a little fuzzy and the belly, and bolster has some illumination to be made to it.  but I'm excited by the process.  Yeah! The pursuit of skill is fun!

I went to a dance performance last night.  For the most part I enjoyed the show.  however, there are some forms of dance that I just don't even consider dance. I believe this is called modern abstract dance.  The show was split between what I would call traditional modern and this abstract crap.  There is something about a person seated on a bench, wrapped in a  tube of cloth, rocking back and forth and standing up slowly to lift a leg here and there that just isn't what I look for in dance.   I go to dance performances to see a blending of athletics and grace that I cant get other places.  It was a good night overall,  and I look forward to when I will be able to both share this type of night with a good girl, and show her of at such an event as well.