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So, I am moving in to my Masters home in Massachusetts.
I will be changing my profile or updating as the site allows.
I am owned and he reads EVERYTHING on this account.
GET THE PICTURE!!!
I am not looking for a new Master. But if you are local and would like to meet us, let us know. I am not allowed to meet without him. We are a couple. He is my master and I serve him without question.
As you can tell by my photos, it's pretty clear where I think I belong-at the feet of men. I have dreamed of being sold at auction (hence the pictures) or captured and having to serve as a slave girl. I cannot believe I am getting to live this life with my Master.
I live to serve and find great pleasure in it. I love to tease and then be forced to please, men. I am not into pain or even being yelled at. I obey. I see pain as a punishment for displeasing or disobeying him, which is not something I plan on doing anytime soon. In this community we are on the Master /Slave, severe and strict obedience side, and not so much the tie me up and whip me side (well, maybe a little bit).
I love the fact that he is so calm in leading me. Our lives are peaceful and happy. I always wanted a strong man who simply did not lose control of himself in order to control others. To me that is true strength. Overt anger and rage is so weak to me. If and when I fail him or others fail him, he leads. I have seen him handle things with people, even violence in ways I didn't think possible. There is a depth to him that draws me to him and makes me crave his approvals. He makes me -want- to serve him and be his good girl.
Update 2/23/13
So here I am almost a year into being owned, and Master is changing me in so many ways. I could never have imagined what being owned by such a man could do to me. He has revealed things in me that no one has seen before. He knows about my secret dreams and desires, my need to tease men, my dreams of being owned and he loves me for it. There is no judgement and making fun of me or worse-tearing me down for it. For the first time I can revel in it, I can be free to express my needs to a man who wants what I want in my life. He has taught me things about my self that I could never have seen without his help.
This week marked another dramatic turn for me. I was brought to a sex club and stripped by my master, collared, shackled with my hands behind my back and I was led around the room, nude. Then I was tied and placed on the rack. I was then whipped by an assortment of various crops and whips in public for all to see. I could see the people watching us. Through my tears, I saw the various levels of appreciation in their faces; some were judging Masters whipping skills as he is learning on my body. Some were watching my reactions and judging and assessing my responses to the whip. I also saw plain lust in the eyes of some of the men and women.
My concerns were to make a good showing of my first public whipping for my Masters pleasure. It was difficult to process the various sensations of thuds and stings, and even caresses from the whips. I love Thursdays at the Club. I loved hearing the sounds of the girls being whipped to the electrifying music. Many times the Masters use their whips to the beat of the music, which mix with the cries of the girls. The sounds are only enhanced by the visual display. It is overpowering and hard to explain the effects of the pounding music, the cracks of the whips, the open nakedness, and the shear and unapologetic open dominance. There is an ownership and frankness to everyone's sexuality and choice and it is palpable. This is who I am! I find it enthralling and captivating.
The heaviness of the room hit me in a different way last Thursday as for the first time- I had become one of the whipped girls I had only ever watched while thrumming to the Music.
My Master stripped me and made me present myself, on my knees, spread, before a room of Masters. Then I had to lower my face to the floor hair thrown forward, arms and fingers extended, to be collared and shackled. Then Master lifted me by his riding crop under my chin, to be placed on to the rack and tied in.
I have no idea how long it lasted as I felt Masters whips on me again. I know I need to work on my reactions to please him. I get nervous and jump and spoil things. I want to be a good girl for him and take his whip while being sensual and alluring. What I am realizing is that being under his whip is hard. One thing I learned is I despise that riding crop of his. That really hurts! It is difficult to explain what goes through your mind when you are being whipped. The emotions, the surrendering to it, the never ending changes and adjusting to the rhythms, only for them to stop and not knowing what is coming next; thuds, stings, cracks, caresses, leaves me completely undone and totally helpless.
When it was over Master surprised me again as he turned me to face the crowd, and placed me back on the rack, face forward. What he did next, I will never forget. He placed that damn riding crop under my chin and held me in place, eyes open facing everyone as they watched and he Masturbated me.
I was held, transfixed from fear off facing that crop on my tits or belly and thus having to surrender as it led my gaze up and out to the crowd. They now held my eyes as my need, my surrender to my Masters hand was revealed. Master would not stop and I pleaded with him. "Please don't make me Cum here in front of everyone." But he knew. He knew. It was only a short while before I started grinding on his hand. I still can't believe it now. I was actually rubbing myself on him and he took his hand away. He started teasing me making me jut out to find something to rub on! I saw men laughing, I saw eyes as glossy and shiny as mine. I couldn't stop. I just let go and let it take me. Master said it was only about ten minutes but it ver. I came in one big wave and I almost collapsed to hang from the shackles.
I managed to to remain standing as he held me and kissed me and told me what a good girl I was. I saw past him to the men watching and starting to disperse, eyes elsewhere and I felt I could just be there for him and he for me.
I can't believe what is happening to me. How he is changing my life. I feel so utterly different, from the inside out. I read things like this in his Gor novels and I can finally see what they meant when the Slave girls said "I found my freedom, at the feet of a man. Totally owned. Completely his."
I've never been more happy. And I have never felt more feminine and free.
My daily mantras to Master
One will,
One voice,
One choice,
My Masters.
Men are the Masters
I live to serve men
I know my place
I am an obedient cunt
Some favorite sayings...
"It's hard for a women to turn her head off. That's part of the joy of being a slave. None of the decisions are yours. When you can't refuse anything, and you can't make a move without permission, those voices in your head go silent. All you are permitted to do is to remain soft. To yield, and to feel."
"Submissive is a strength all its own-seeking proper guidance."
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