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"Women, by nature, want to be dominated." - Jayne Mansfield
"I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don't mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, to do all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding." - Anais Nin
To be completely woman you need a master, and in him a compass for your life. You need a man you can look up to and respect. If you dethrone him it's no wonder that you are discontented, and discontented women are not loved for long. - Marlene Dietrich
"Your desire shall be for your husband, and he shall rule over you." ~ Genesis 3:16
"A proper wife should be as obedient as a slave." ~ Aristotle (384-322 BC)
"The male is by nature superior and the female inferior; one rules and the other is ruled." ~ Aristotle: The Politics, Book I
"Men's courage is shown in commanding and women's in obeying." ~ Aristotle: The Politics, Book I
"Fortune is like a woman; if you wish to master her, you must conquer her by force. Moreover, she is more willing to be conquered by forceful men of ability than by timid cowards." ~ Niccolo Machiavelli (1469-1527): The Prince
"Woman in her greatest perfection was made to serve and obey man, not rule and command him." ~ John Knox (1505-1572)
"The husband hath by law power and dominion over his wife, and may keep her by force, within the bounds of duty, and may beat her, but not in a violent or cruel manner." ~ Sir Francis Bacon (1561-1626): Maxims of the law
"Love well, whip well." ~ Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790): Poor Richard
"Nature intended women to be our slaves. . . They are our property, we are not theirs . . . They belong to us, just as a tree which bears fruit belongs to the gardener." ~ Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-1821)
"Woman is by nature meant to obey." ~ Arthur Schopenhauer (1788-1860)
"You go to a woman? Do not forget your whip." ~ Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900): Thus Spoke Zarathustra, XVIII: Old and young women
"Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land, To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks and true obedience; Too little payment for so great a debt. Such duty as the subject owes the prince Even such a woman oweth to her husband; And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she but a foul contending rebel And graceless traitor to her loving lord? I am ashamed that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace; Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway, When they are bound to serve, love and obey. Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth, Unapt to toil and trouble in the world, But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts? Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot, And place your hands below your husband's foot: In token of which duty, if he please, My hand is ready; may it do him ease." -Shakespeare, Taming of the Shrew I am a jealous god, whose love knows no bounds. I am the stalker of your soul, I will not be resisted. There is no court that can keep you from me, for I am above the Law. There is no rite, or spell, or scourge of man that will keep me from my beloved.
And my beloved is you.
�I will pour out my blessings upon you, and I will draw you close to me. You will laugh in joy and health, you will be ruddy cheeked and smiling. I will pluck you from the flood waters, and among the flotsam and jetsam you will find the treasures I have laid up for you against the day of your need.
I yearn for you. Come to me, be not afraid nor ashamed. I am your father, and I am proud of you. You have done all that I have ever desired for you to do, and you have done it perfectly. Let no fear of retribution keep you from my side, for my anger is not with you. I hate that evil should exist, far more than you, yet the greatest evil is that you do not come to me
that you do not turn and see that I am with you. Do you not see the lightning in the midst of the storm, can you not hear within the thunder my voice calling you? Behold, I am the lightning, I am the thunder, and I am the storm. Be not afraid, for I am with you.
�And together, we shall remain unconquered.
To listen to Byrd , White, Nina Simone, to paint, the water on rocks , to wander through an art gallery, to look and touch things hundred of years old, Castle Howard, eating fruit from my lovers body under a starry Summer sky, a good bottle of wine(or two with the right person), sweet syrupy songs of soul, Miles Davis in my ears, a good book, leather, exploring spirituality and sexuality, encounters with interesting things, girls that purr in my lap, bondage, kissing until my tongue is bruised, writing, nipples, the curve of a woman's neck , the fall of her chest in the moonlight, roses, orchids, anything associated with vanilla(the bean...not the lifestyle), orgasms, good porn, a good movie , a good play ( by thespians) cooking and eating incredible food, good yum cha, laughing...and all of life's finer things...I could go on, but I'll stop there. looking for a woman� who wants to sit in my lap and purr perhaps a long term relationship, perhaps we will just enjoy what we have now, its all very flexible and we will just have to see Perhaps someone to come to the National Art gallery with me to see an exhibition , to go to dinner catch a flick or go to the Hunter, as well as sharing intimate sensual times, someone to share an enjoyable life with, someone who makes the mundane ,magnificent or just be bound and taken to new sensual heights this is a training session I have done with a previous slave
Imagine a light. A light in the darkness. There is a bench, one meter by one meter. In the light. The bench smells slightly of leather from its newly laid covering. On the bench is a girl. She is naked. She has a leather blindfold on. The only noise is the soft chink of metal and the groan of leather as she tries her restraints. She finds she cannot move. Her arms are chained to the wide belt encircling her waist. On the belt are rings. It is to these rings that her black leather wrist restraints are attached. Her thighs have restraints on them, and the restraints are chained to the side of the bench. She kneels up sitting on her heels. Her thighs are parted so she can not close them. Her sex is clearly visible. There is a man. He stands on the edge of the light. He is dressed in black. Slowly he walks counter-clockwise. His black leather boots make a small noise with each step. The girl's senses compensate for her enforced blindness. She follows his steps. He steps closer. He is wearing a strong aftershave, and the girl marks it well. He continues his circling. The girl's senses compensate for her enforced blindness. She follows his steps. Her head turns as he makes his way around her. He stops silently, leans across, and softly strokes the thigh furthermost from him. The shock of the unexpected contact makes her cry out. She turns her head frantically, listening for the sounds of a second person. He remains immobile. He then continues his circuit, always counter-clockwise, the boots making a slight noise with each step. He moves slightly further into the darkness on his circuit, but the girl is unable to detect this small deviation. �In his hand is a cube of ice. He stop in front of the girl. The girl knows she is being examined. Her tension grows. She shifts in her position. He waits. Her attention turns momentarily to her knees. He strikes. He places the ice on her nipple. She cries out in fear. She thinks the sudden overwhelming sensation feels as if she has been burnt. He runs the ice cube under her breast, down her belly. He removes the ice. Her senses correctly interpret the sensation as heat. Tension gnaws her belly, and she realises how defenceless she is. How totally powerless she is. How she is at his whim. Slowly he begins his circling again, allowing his boots to make a slight noise. He smiles, observing her endeavouring, straining to make some sense of her captivity. �He stops and remains motionless. She feels the tension build in her. She knows he is behind her. She can feel him behind her. Uneasiness builds in the pit of her stomach. He blows a cool breath on her neck. The slight perspiration upon her body makes his breath feel as if the most delicious taste has been transmuted to her skin. Then quickly he breathes warm breath into her ear. A shudder starts low in her body and quickly spreads upwards through her until it reaches her face, whereupon she emits a low groan. The musky smell of her wantonness reaches his nostrils. He grabs the hair at the base of her skull and pulls her body back. Her back arches beneath his power. She is trapped by being bound to the podium and by the force he exerts on her. Her face feels the pain of her constriction, but then he reaches for her nipple and manipulates it. Her face becomes sublime as all pain becomes pleasure. �He releases her. Her shoulders slump and drop as his touch, his will leaves her. He walks in front of her, then he reaches behind her and slaps her bottom. She sits bolt upright. Her mouth opens slightly and he places the knuckle of his bent index finger in her mouth. Desperately she sucks at his finger. She tries to fill herself with his will, to reconnect with his essence. He allows her to suckle until she calms. He picks up the black leather handle of the leash and unhurriedly and deliberately draws it away from her body. The chain rises from her thigh, up her belly, from between her breasts and finally to the black leather collar. He pulls slowly on the leash, and her body has to strain to retain its balance. He pulls and pulls; her body attempts to resist the force and not topple off the podium. When she is fighting the pull with all her might, he gives a jerk to the leash, and she falls forward. The thigh restraints which had formerly held her securely in place now act only as pivot points. He withdraws his finger, and a look of pain passes her countenance, then peace as her surrender becomes total and she waits to be used as he sees fit. Without his will she is an empty vessel. Then slowly, very slowly his hand moves up her thigh, not actually touching the skin but just above it, so the heat from his hand can be felt but not the actual touch. Slowly and patiently his hand advances up her thigh. When his hand reaches mid-thigh she can stand it no longer, and her hips lunge forward to engulf his hand. The leather and chains that restrain her thighs groan, and realising her failure, she too groans--a deep throated animal groan of frustration as her reason leaves her and she is reduced to her primeval self. He smiles at her attempt and the look of desolation on her face. His hand approaches the top of her thigh. Her pelvis lunges forward in a series of rapid movements, the chains that restrain her snapping and relaxing in a rapid tattoo. He removes his hand and plays with both of her nipples. Her straining now converges into an upward push as she tries to wrap herself around him. He steps back and observes on the lip of her sex one small drop of her lust, then another and another, until they gather and form one large drop. This drop falls to the leather beneath her and a glistening, shining patch gathers beneath her. The world recedes from her and she fills the world. She flies through sub-space, totally filling it and being filled by it. Every noise becomes a diamond, every touch a wave. Her body ceases to exist. He smiles upon her, knowing he has taken her. He plays upon her senses as a master soloist plays a violin. She responds under his control as he composes a concerto of sensation upon the fabric of her mind. Slowly he lets her return to this world. Her eyes clear. He holds out his hand for her to kiss in submission. No words need be spoken for both he and she know, he now owns her, mind body and soul. He picks up her leash and gently pulls on it for her to dismount. She slips off the bench, stretching her limbs. He pulls once on her leash and she follows. As he is dressed in black, the darkness quickly swallows him. The leash chain can be seen for a moment, reflecting in the dark. Then she, being naked and pale, disappears more slowly. Her back, a thigh, a calf, then finally the sole of her foot, appear then disappear.
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Imagine a light. A light in the darkness. There is a bench, one meter by one meter. In the light. The bench smells slightly of leather from its newly laid covering. On the bench is a girl. She is naked. She has a leather blindfold on. The only noise is the soft chink of metal and the groan of leather as she tries her restraints. She finds she cannot move. Her arms are chained to the wide belt encircling her waist. On the belt are rings. It is to these rings that her black leather wrist restraints are attached. Her thighs have restraints on them, and the restraints are chained to the side of the bench. She kneels up sitting on her heels. Her thighs are parted so she can not close them. Her sex is clearly visible. There is a man. He stands on the edge of the light. He is dressed in black. Slowly he walks counter-clockwise. His black leather boots make a small noise with each step. The girl's senses compensate for her enforced blindness. She follows his steps. He steps closer. He is wearing a strong aftershave, and the girl marks it well. He continues his circling. The girl's senses compensate for her enforced blindness. She follows his steps. Her head turns as he makes his way around her. He stops silently, leans across, and softly strokes the thigh furthermost from him. The shock of the unexpected contact makes her cry out. She turns her head frantically, listening for the sounds of a second person. He remains immobile. He then continues his circuit, always counter-clockwise, the boots making a slight noise with each step. He moves slightly further into the darkness on his circuit, but the girl is unable to detect this small deviation. In his hand is a cube of ice. He stop in front of the girl. The girl knows she is being examined. Her tension grows. She shifts in her position. He waits. Her attention turns momentarily to her knees. He strikes. He places the ice on her nipple. She cries out in fear. She thinks the sudden overwhelming sensation feels as if she has been burnt. He runs the ice cube under her breast, down her belly. He removes the ice. Her senses correctly interpret the sensation as heat. Tension gnaws her belly, and she realises how defenceless she is. How totally powerless she is. How she is at his whim. Slowly he begins his circling again, allowing his boots to make a slight noise. He smiles, observing her endeavouring, straining to make some sense of her captivity. He stops and remains motionless. She feels the tension build in her. She knows he is behind her. She can feel him behind her. Uneasiness builds in the pit of her stomach. He blows a cool breath on her neck. The slight perspiration upon her body makes his breath feel as if the most delicious taste has been transmuted to her skin. Then quickly he breathes warm breath into her ear. A shudder starts low in her body and quickly spreads upwards through her until it reaches her face, whereupon she emits a low groan. The musky smell of her wantonness reaches his nostrils. He grabs the hair at the base of her skull and pulls her body back. Her back arches beneath his power. She is trapped by being bound to the podium and by the force he exerts on her. Her face feels the pain of her constriction, but then he reaches for her nipple and manipulates it. Her face becomes sublime as all pain becomes pleasure. He releases her. Her shoulders slump and drop as his touch, his will leaves her. He walks in front of her, then he reaches behind her and slaps her bottom. She sits bolt upright. Her mouth opens slightly and he places the knuckle of his bent index finger in her mouth. Desperately she sucks at his finger. She tries to fill herself with his will, to reconnect with his essence. He allows her to suckle until she calms. He picks up the black leather handle of the leash and unhurriedly and deliberately draws it away from her body. The chain rises from her thigh, up her belly, from between her breasts and finally to the black leather collar. He pulls slowly on the leash, and her body has to strain to retain its balance. He pulls and pulls; her body attempts to resist the force and not topple off the podium. When she is fighting the pull with all her might, he gives a jerk to the leash, and she falls forward. The thigh restraints which had formerly held her securely in place now act only as pivot points. He withdraws his finger, and a look of pain passes her countenance, then peace as her surrender becomes total and she waits to be used as he sees fit. Without his will she is an empty vessel. Then slowly, very slowly his hand moves up her thigh, not actually touching the skin but just above it, so the heat from his hand can be felt but not the actual touch. Slowly and patiently his hand advances up her thigh. When his hand reaches mid-thigh she can stand it no longer, and her hips lunge forward to engulf his hand. The leather and chains that restrain her thighs groan, and realising her failure, she too groans--a deep throated animal groan of frustration as her reason leaves her and she is reduced to her primeval self. He smiles at her attempt and the look of desolation on her face. His hand approaches the top of her thigh. Her pelvis lunges forward in a series of rapid movements, the chains that restrain her snapping and relaxing in a rapid tattoo. He removes his hand and plays with both of her nipples. Her straining now converges into an upward push as she tries to wrap herself around him. He steps back and observes on the lip of her sex one small drop of her lust, then another and another, until they gather and form one large drop. This drop falls to the leather beneath her and a glistening, shining patch gathers beneath her. The world recedes from her and she fills the world. She flies through sub-space, totally filling it and being filled by it. Every noise becomes a diamond, every touch a wave. Her body ceases to exist. He smiles upon her, knowing he has taken her. He plays upon her senses as a master soloist plays a violin. She responds under his control as he composes a concerto of sensation upon the fabric of her mind. Slowly he lets her return to this world. Her eyes clear. He holds out his hand for her to kiss in submission. No words need be spoken for both he and she know, he now owns her, mind body and soul. He picks up her leash and gently pulls on it for her to dismount. She slips off the bench, stretching her limbs. He pulls once on her leash and she follows. As he is dressed in black, the darkness quickly swallows him. The leash chain can be seen for a moment, reflecting in the dark. Then she, being naked and pale, disappears more slowly. Her back, a thigh, a calf, then finally the sole of her foot, appear then disappear.
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Iligan,
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