2. "The 'I Just Wanna Get Laid' Dom:
Roams the halls of AOL sending IMs to the ladies in the Chateaux telling them "On your knees! I am a Dom and U R my slave!". When he gets irate IMs back from the Domme he just sent to by mistake (what, read a profile? you *must* be kidding, right?), he quickly changes his tune to "R U a FDom? I am your slave! May I lick your boots?".

3." The 'Dungeon Slut' Dom:
Has a new 'lady love' each day (sometimes 2 or 3 a day). He swears each time that *this* one is his 'eternal true love'....at least for the next two hours."

4. "The 'Psycho-Stalker' Dom:
Wants to know *exactly* what you do...every minute of the day and night. Insists on BCCs of all sent mail, and Forwards of all read mail, plus access to your account to check up on you. Do you get the feeling that someone is watching you? With this one, you're probably right."

5." The 'I Just Wanna Be Your *Friend*' Dom:
Offers to guide you and protect you....you innocent sweet thing you. Oh, those other 10 subs? Just friends. Really."

6.' The 'Of Course Im Dom...Uh Oh My Wife Is Home Gotta Run' Dom:
Warning signs: Picks 'no response' on marital status in profile. "No honey you can't call me at home...call my voice mail instead". Often disappears in the middle of a hot n heavy cyber session...uses an excuse like 'my power went out' when asked about it. "Of *course* Im not married!" "

7. "The 'Im Not *That* Type Of Dom' Dom:
Squeaky-clean image. The type of Dom that everyone *knows* is a good guy. He would never do something less than up-front and honorable. Uh-huh."

8. "The 'Tom Cruise' Dom:
He's young, rich, handsome and perfect....until you meet him in person. Then you find out that the 'Tom Cruise look-alike' you've been subbing to is 5'4", 400 lbs, bald, 48 years old, and living with his elderly mother. (Oh yeah... and he works as a clerk at 7-11...not as a CEO of a 'major corp')."

 
9. "The 'Alex I'd Like to Buy a Clue For $200' Dom:
Ok, now you've got a sub....now what?



10. "The 'I Don't Have A Sub Bone In My Body' Dom:
Really a bottom at heart, just refuses to admit it...even to himself."

Copyright 2000 Kalana (SC)

You want to know what I like to do? I've done a few pretty wild things in my time... I am in the BDSM lifestyle after all... but let's see...

Let's take two nights ago, shall we?

My roommates and I had a housewarming party two nights ago, and it ended up becoming more than just house warming...

Next thing I know, one of the girls that was invited brought along two of her friends... the one friend and herself, started begging me to play with them using knives (I can do a technique where a blade gently raises the skin, leaving designs and patterns in the skin that last about two weeks... without any real cutting going on... it's an old tribal technique)

Well, both girls are topless, and sprawled out on my bed, and I began, designing a willow tree covering the entire back of one of the girls, and then making wings for the other... one angelic in look, and one demonic in appearance... well, their third girl was watching all of this with GREAT amounts of interest, and started moaning just a bit every time one of her friends would make a sound as the blade was making the designs... so once I was through, I decided to see if the third girl was willing for some play herself...

Now, I'm an historical reenactor, and I have set up in my room, a full suit of jousting armor, and so I took the third girl, and gently pulled the back of her hair... not enough to hurt, but enough to get her attention, and she moaned very loudly, and began to try to kiss me... and so I told her no, and pulled a bit harder...

I then took her, and stripped her of her top, and put cuffs on her wrists, and put her arms behind the head of the armor..... her bare flesh, pressed hard against the cold, solid steel of the armor, her head raised slightly to gaze upon the empty helm of the suit... and then I began...

I used a soft tailed flogger, spinning it against her back, giving her first the sensation of a light tickle, which grew, not into pain, per say, but into a warm, hot feeling... a bit like the feeling of being in the sun a bit too long... and her back began to redden, and become very sensitive to every touch...

Once her back became the proper shade of red, I backed off on the flogger, so that her back, now overly sensitive to everything, began to twitch at simply the movement of air caused by the flogger... her back, red with sensation, while her naked chest was still pressed against the steel, not beginning to warm with her body against it...

I then took some fur... and a piece of sandpaper... and I gently touched her back with the fur... followed by the sand paper, followed by gentle finger tips, followed by nails down the back, and at every touch, she screamed out in delight, as if she were to cum at any moment... and then I touched her back with a piece of ice.... her back was so warm, the ice began to drip right away, and the cold, against the hot, so took her breath away, that she began to beg for me.. for someone... anyone... to finish her off... to take her, and make her cum...

That's when her boyfriend's best friend walked in...


I apologize if the story had a bit of a buzzkill to it, but, that was my evening two nights ago...

Is that freaky enough for you? That was a mild evening for me...

The word rose, comes from the Latin "rosa" meaning sorrows, yet roses have a much more positive meaning in today's society.

This play involves a rose, a blindfold, and a bed, or other sort of raised, soft platform for her to lay on.

Master sits his slave down on the bed, and gently removes all of her clothing, so that these is nothing between her bare skin, and the satin sheets of the bed. She sees the rose, and notices the thorns on it, and has heard stories of Masters beating their slaves with such things, and she is just a teensy bit intimidated by this... but, she trusts Master, and if He does use the rose that way, it is His choice, and she accepts that, however, she is in for a bit of a surprise.

Master then blindfolds her, and lies her on the bed, her arms, and legs spread eagle, he may chose to tie her to the bed, he may not...

This is when it begins. her sight deprived, she is more sensitive to touch, and His hands are quite warm, so that she can feel His warmth just by Him moving His hands close to her bear skin, but He is not touching her.... she can feel His breath, of His face being close to her, and more important, she can feel the chill of the rose, as it pases over her body, barely disturbing the fine hairs that are now beginning to raise on her skin... the rose, it passes close to her bare skin, not touching, but she can feel it's closeness, and she is craving His touch, but he refuses to touch her, until she is almost mad with the longing for contact... that's when the rose, very gently, yet, very accidentally touches her, and where it touched, as it moved over her body, He gently reaches down, and kisses. This goes on, the rose, the warmth of His hand, His breath, His gentle kisses everywhere the rose touches, she can see none of this, but she can feel every bit of it, even that which doesn't physically touch her...

Anyhoo... that's The Rose.

"Dream of the Velvet" (pts 1 and 2)

She came to Him to be brought into another world... another time...

Walking into His chambers, she starts to feel it... all the old books, and the stone walls, the armor on display, and the swords hanging from the walls... the tapestries, showing art that seemed both fantastic, and out of place, yet, it all fit together nicly... it was hard to believe on the inside, that this was the same flat she had seen from the outside.

He was waiting for her, dressed in his finest robes of brocaided silk, like some aristocrat from another century. She had heard rumors about Him... silly rumors, but they were things she didn't quite believe, as the bordered on fantasy... but then, it is what she came for... fantasy... she begged him to make it an experiance she would never forget, and so far, she couldn't see forgetting this.

She had wondered why He had asked... no... ordered her to wear something "old". Victorian, or Baroque... even Renaisance was acceptable, but something she wouldn't mind if it got stained, or messed up in any way. She decided she would wear an old Renaissance faire outfit she wore a few times for Halloween parties. She thought it quite fancy, until entering His chambers, and now she felt like a simple peasant, compared to the paintings she was seeing.

His servant told her to enter the room, and stand in the middle on the circle, a confusing order until she entered, but now, she made her way to her spot, trying to avert her eyes, and be good, but still quite fasenated at the costuming He was wearing, and so she couldn't help herself but look...

He turned to face her, not speaking a word, and He began to circle her, looking at her, as if inspecting a new horse, she could feel His eyes upon her, as he circled, and she began to fear... fear that He may not like what He saw. Gently, He caressed her chin, and neck with His hand... His warm, rough hand, and he forced her face up to look at His, and though He did not smile, he nodded to her with his approval.

"This is what you chose to wear?" he asked.

"yes Sir" she replied, "is it to Your satisfaction Sir?"

"You are still here, are you not? Now, little one, this is something... expendable?"

"i am Yours for the taking" she said in a small frightened voice, "All of me."

"you are afraid? I can smell it on you," He said, in a low voice, "however, believe me when I tell you, this fear is nothing."

He then pulled a dagger from His belt, and began cutting her bodice strings. she could feel them pop, one after the other, as His dagger cut each one, starting from her breasts, working His way down to her waist. Once the bodice was free, he gently removed it from her body, and gazed upon her form in nothing but a thin white chemese, the light from the candles showing her figure through the white nightgown look of the only thing she was wearing.

His hand reached for her sides, caressing her through the material, he began to circle her, his hand tracing her body as he slided behind her.

His left hand then came up to her beautiful throat, and gently rested there, as if not to harm her, but to let her know not to move, and then she could feel as He cut into her chemise at the neckline, and then tore it downward, until it fell from her body.

He then backed away, leaving her standing completly exposed in the middle of the room.

He fumbled around in a big wooden box, until He found what He was searching for, what appeared to be a black leather strap, covered in several large rings. He approached her with it, and said "This is a play collar. You will wear it while you are with Me, but this is to never leave this chamber, as you do not belong to Me outside of these chambers. Do you nderstand what I am saying?"

"yes Sir" was all she could think to say, even though the thought of it made her sad... she wants to belong, but this is just play after all. It is what she agreed.

He reached up, and snapped the collar around her neck, and she could feel the leather, as it tightened, and it gave her a feeling of warmth... of belonging... of safety. Though this may indeed be only one night, at least for this night, she did belong, and He would be the center of her world this evening.

As if on cue, the lights began to dim, the room being lit entirely by the candles, and the oil lamps, the flicker of it on the walls and on the face of Him was entrancing.

He then took her... His finger lacing through two of the rings on her collar, and led her to a large four poster bed.

"Lie down here, face first, and spread your arms and legs to each corner" he said in a low, yet commanding voice.

she did as she was told, and climbed into His bed, lying face down, she reached first her arms to each corner, and then her legs, wondering if this was it... was He only going to fuck her? This wasn't what she asked for, but she felt she had come this far, she was going to see it through.

He then took her left foot, and placed a shackle on it, pulling slightly, he clampped the chain from that foot to the post, reaching around to her right foot to do the same. He then walked around, and gently shackled her right hand, followed by her left, until she was tight against the bed.

He then walked out of the room, and she was alone...

After a few moments, He returned, and she looked over to the doorway as He walked in, to see Him carrying a case, which He placed upon a table next to the bed, and then opened.

The next part frightened her even more. He made sure she could see what was inside the case, and every last bit was sharp and unplesant looking.

"I did not bring you here to fuck you" he said, almost as if reading her earlier thoughts, "But I did bring you here to work on you. you are My canvase, and your flesh will be My paints."

Now she began to have second thoughts... she could always ask to be released of course, but would He? Trust... she has to trust He would, and with that, she trusted He wouldn't hurt her, and it began to calm her quite a bit.

He then reached into the case, and pulled out a sharpened blade. A dagger that simply looked evil, even if the size small...

He brought the dagger over to her, whispering in her ear "and now... we begin"

Part two: 

Strapped to the bed, she could barely move, her Master for the moment, posed over her fragile naked body with an evil looking dagger... she could not scream even if she wanted to, not for any reason other than the fear of what may happen had struck her silent. She had heard rumors of Him, that he wasn't of this world, and now, she wondered how true they may be. Could this be a ritual? Is she in danger, she wondered?

She felt the metal against her shoulder, yet, it wasn't cutting... just the feel of the cold hard steel. He traced along her back with the blade, flat side against her skin, a the chill of it consumed her being, falling into the world which He had taken her into, not knowing if she would return from it. her heart raced, she was terrified, and excited all at once, feeling the blade... no... two blades now, as the flats traced her form. The cold flat, touching her sides, making her muscles contract, she could hear His enjoyment of this, and feel his warm hand trace in the path where the blade had been seconds before.

She then felt a sharp pinch. She winced at the pain, and moaned slightly, as the tip of his blade pierced her back slightly, and began cutting... what felt deep, the blade continued in a straight line starting from between her shoulderblades, working it's way to the small of her back. This was different than what she expected... this wasn't the burn of a flogger, but it was something else... almost like a cat scratching her deeply, she wondered if she was bleeding... but she still could not bring herself to say stop.

Again, the tip cut, and she could feel the cold, sharp blade, as it traced, this time, in what seemed like an arch, the chill of the wound after each cut made her shiver... or was it the chill of the room itself?

Again, the blade cut, and again, over and over... her back felt as if it were a scratching post for some massive cat, ripping her to shreads, she was sure she was bleeding, even though she couldn't feel any blood trickling.

Again, another cut, and she wasn't sure how much more she could take... but she was here to push herself... to say stop would upset her... she had something to prove to herself, and this was a fear she had never had before...

It was then that the cutting stopped.

And was followed by a new sensation... it felt like ice across her back... no... ice water... on a rag... her cuts then began to burn slightly, as her back became very warm. Rubbing alcohol?

Now His hands... His warm, powerful, large hands were rubbing her back... it was comforting. her body shivered with His every touch, as His hands traced the lines newly formed in her back. she felt as His body got close to hers, and could feel His hot breath against her back, as He gently started kissing her, His soft lips touching her and causing her to writhe in pleasure.

Time seemed to stand still, so when she was finally unchained, she wasn't quite sure how long she had been there... it felt like days.

He brought her into a dressing area, with a large mirror, her naked form reflecting back at her. He told her... commanded her to turn around, and she obeyed. "Now look" He whispered in her ear, and as she turned her head to look behind herself, she could see it...

her back... it was raised everywhere the blades had cut... never quite breaking skin enough to bleed, each scratch was a form of itself, and together they made a tapestry on her living flesh...

The image was of hills, and trees... a forest had been carved there... a woods that looked like the woods of her home where she grew up... to her amazement, she even saw what looked to be a horse running through those hills, between the trees. she began to sob... tears of joy, and longing for that simpler time... no jobs, no suits, no bills... no worries...

"Now" he said in a low voice, "you have become My masterpiece. Inspired by you, upon your living flesh. It is a shame it will heal in a few weeks, but until then, treasure this"

He then grabbed her by the hair, forcing her lips to his own, taking her, and kissing her deeply, she became lost in the moment, forgetting that she was completly exposed, her bare breasts pressed against his body in this passionate embrace.

"Farewell" he said as he walked from the dressing area, sending His servant in to dress her in a new gown. she stood, as the servant put her into the gown, knowing it was His will that she be dressed perfectly...

The final shattering of the fantasy was when the servant unclasped her collar, sending her on her way.

He would not own her, even though she longed for it... but, for a moment in time, she was His... she was His canvase... His dream in velvet... His masterpiece... and for that moment, she was happy, knowing she would never forget this evening.

fini

"The Collaring of Master's pet"

She came a long way. How many hours on that damned flight? But she sees Him as she gets off the plane, His arms outstreatched.

"My little one!" He says, as she walks to Him, and He wraps His arms around her in a loving ambrase. They hold each other, they have longed for this moment ever since the day they met. A new home for her. His home.

He looks in her eyes as He speaks to her. Why wouldn't he, seeing how she has been His loyal "little velvet", and has done nothing but please Him. He is proud of her.

The drive home is long, but they are together, so it doesn't matter. Maybe time doesn't exist after all?

They get to His home, and walk the long path through the trees and outbuildings to get to His front door.

They enter together, His fingers are laced lovingly through her own, as he leads her into the living room.

"This is My home, which I want you to always consider your home." He lovingly says to her.

"Yes Sir", she shyly responds.

His pet is home. His home, now her home.

He then takes her down the hallway, into His private chambers, and she is surprised to see how big the room is. The library she had heard about is all along the walls. His desk that he had sat at while typing His loving messages to her, and a couch that He must have sat upon while speaking to her on the phone.

He leads her to the middle of the room, to a persian rug that seems old by it's appearance. Surprised, she sees a suit of armor in one corner, standing guard at the door. She's seen it before in photos of Him that he's sent her, but somehow in person, it seems so much bigger. There are swords, and crossbows on the walls, along with art... both His own (she wonders why He stopped painting, but she knows better than to ask) as well as art from others.

Silently she stands on the mark He set before her, as He walks around her, taking her in fully, in all of her beauty. He is pleased... she can tell this, and she knows His heart is filled with love for her.

Gently, He caresses her back, His hand leading up to her hair, and he pulls, gently, bringing her head back, He places gentle kisses on her neck.

It has begun, and she is nervous.

He begins first by unbuttoning her blouse, and gently, He removes it from her body. Next, He unhooks her bra, exposing her beautiful breasts, and she can tell, He is most pleased. He kneels to lift her legs, removing first, her shoes, then her stockings. Next He begins to unbutton her pants, and she hopes she has done well in her grooming by His standards, as she knows He is quite strict. He sees she is not wearing underwear, as she was instructed, and He smiles at her. He removes her pants completly, leaving behind His little one in all her glory, striped from her past, striped from any decoration.

He then walks around her once again, taking in all of her glory, and smiles at her.

He then opens a door to his closet, and brings out a roll.

"This will be yours" he says to her, as he places it in her thin hands, "and it will be your responsibility to know where it is at all times, is that understood?"

"Yes Sir" she responds.

"I will not see you kneel on bare ground, as your treatment and care, both real, and percieved is a reflection on Me." he informs her. I will always inform you if W/we are going anywhere that will require you to bring it, is that understood?"

"Yes Sir" she says, with a slight, loving smile at her instructions, knowing she is well cared for.

"Now", he says, "you will unroll your mat, and kneel"

Slowly, she unrolls the mat, feeling the softness of it, she slowly, but slightly suductivly bends down to place it in front of her. Down to one knee she begins to kneel, folowed by her other knee, always aware of her Sir's watching eyes, her knees together, her ankles crossed, she lowers her head, and places her hands behind her back, lacing her fingers together, just as He taught her to do, all the while, she feels a shutter of excitment. He is hers, just as much as she is His, and this thought fills her with joy.

He walks around her, inspecting her, as He would His most valued possesion. It is her that is His most valued possession, and she wants more than her life itself to belong to Him... no other, just Him.

He approaches her, and places two of His fingers under her chin, he lifts her face to look her in the eye. He kises her deeply, leaving her breathless, as his warm rough hands gently caress her body. His touch tells her of a hard life at some point, and she wonders how He is so capable of this much love and care.

Breaking from the kiss, He goes to his desk, and opens a drawer, and pulls out a box, walking back with the box, He sets it down beside her, and looking her in her eyes once again, He begins to speak to her once more.

"What do you desire most?" he asks, "what do you wish to become?"

"I wish to be yours" she replies.

"How do you feel about Me?"

"i love You with all of my being" is her reply, without hesitation.

He is please by this, and His heart races just a bit.

"Do you submit yourself to Me freely, mind, body, and spirit, to do with as I please, knowing I will never abuse that privilige you give, in giving yourself, and will you obey My every word, with love and trust, that I will always protect you?"

"YES Sir!" she says, with excitement, and pleasure, without any doubt in her mind, He is what she wants, and she is His desire as well.

He approaches her, placing one hand behind her head, winding His fingers through her hair, His other hand, warm against her bare side, He kisses her deeply, lovingly, passionatly.

Breaking from the kiss, He turns to the box, opening it, he pulls out a bag of black silk. Opening the bag, he removes a black and red leather collar, studded with small spikes, and a large ring on the front. This collar was made for her. With her in mind. He then places it upon her neck, His hands reaching around her to clasp it, His face next to hers, he gently nuzzles her ear. Having clasped it into place, he turns, and reaching back into the bag, he pulls out a small lock, and a key on a chain, and reaching around her again, he locks the collar in place.

"As long as you wear My collar, you will not remove it, only I may do so." he orders, "This key will be around My neck at all times that this collar is on you, close to my heart, just as you have been, and ever shall be."

At hearing this, her heart soars. The collar, it is hers, and nobody elses, and she belongs to Him, and nobody else.

"It will not always be apropriate for you to wear this collar in public" He says, her thoughts troubled, and sad at the thought of not having her mark to show herself as His property. "However," he continues, "you will not be uncollared."

Reaching into the box, he pulls out a second bag, and reaching into that bag, he pulls out a small Victorian style heart shaped necklass, with a velvet tie. "This will be your public collar for those occasions." He lovingly says.

At seeing the sheer beauty of this, her heart jumps.

"From this point forward, you will be My little velvet, and I your Master", He says, "and I will protect you, love you, respect you, and uplift you from this day forward, My little velvet."

With that, He placed three fingers under her chin, signalling for her to stand, and enbrased her longingly, and lovingly, an embrase of sheer joy for her. An embrase she hoped would never end.

Fini

"Random Thoughts of a Dominant"

I wrote most of this a while back... did some edits, and add ons as the thoughts came to me... I apologize if it's a bit choppy... but I have been asked by a few now to do an update, so here goes... again, comments are encouraged.

Just some thoughts and ramblings on a Master/slave relationship (remember, the key word here is "relationship" )

It's very much give and take... something too many people don't understand... it isn't all slave gives, and Master takes... it's two sided...

A slave becomes a slave because they are telling his or her Master that they trust them so much, and even love them so much, that they give of themselves, mind, body, and soul, TRUSTING that such a gift won't be abused.

A slave must attend to their Master, true, but the Master must care for the slave, and shower that slave with the attention the slave needs. Ignoring a slave is a punishment, not a simple oversight, and ignoring a slave is the most severe punishment that can be put on a slave, and an absolute last resort.

What is that old adage? A masochist says "beat me" while the Sadist says "no".

See, here's where so many go wrong in the lifestyle... they don't understand who has the real control. The Dom has obligations to Dominate His or Her little one, and the responsibility to protect them, and be safe, all the while pushing their limitations... however, it's the slave that has the power to say stop... to walk away. The Dom, or Master must respect this, and let them go, or else the relationship becomes abusive.

Most Doms out there, and this is a sad thing, seem to have the idea in their head that all a Dom does is beats His or Her girlfriend/boyfriend. A Dom has to earn respect, and they aren't going to do it by simply trying to overpower someone. That's something I tried to teach a Dom I once knew, and he never got it (but he did get kneed in the nuts by a girl at a party... hehehehehe... he kept trying to tackle her down to the ground, saying he was trying to make her respect him, and he wouldn't listen that simple force isn't respect)

Domination is never force. The dominated MUST be willing.

A Dom can't expect respect from their sub if they have no respect to show, and too many people (mostly new to the lifestyle... after a while people either get it, or walk away) don't get that. I can't tell you how many times I've heard so called Doms say "well, I'm a Dom, so you HAVE to respect me!" Or,(and this is funny) how many so called Doms will have the attitude that if a woman talks to them, she is somehow automatically His or Hers, regardless of who he or she is, or who he or she may be attached to!

As for third parties... I always found it funny when a Dom/Master will profess undying love, and then make their sub/slave create a profile for them in an attempt to get someone else into the relationship... it's mostly male Doms who do this, but a few Femme Doms do it as well. It's as if the only reason They are into the lifestyle is for the sex... the attitude of "I want to get laid, so I'll use the girl I'm with to get me more girls" and so make them create a profile for that reason.

I've had two "little ones" that made profiles for Me... to show they were Mine. They did it out of love, never ordered to do so. They would ask me whyen they were doing it what they should say, and always, I tell them to write what they feel, and ask if they are sure they want to write it.

"Are you sure?" are very import words.

Some Doms are so insecure, They will order Their little ones to not talk to any other Dom/Master. They expect trust from Thier little one, but will not give trust back. I have yet to see a relationship like that last. Even My own little one is not forbidden to talk to Others. If she does not love Me enough to stay with me, I must be big enough to let her go. I give 100% of My love, devotion, and trust to Mine. I expect the love and trust of Mine to be returned in kind.

"YARRRGH!"

 Living out a fantasy...

Renaissance faires... Historical reenactments... SCA events... what a wonderful place to play... no, not public sex... but role play...

Imagine this senerio if you will...

She is in vendors row at an SCA event... it looks like a mediaeval marketplace, with the booths, and pavilions, the green grass all around, and the entire area is surounded by trees... it's cool, and shady on a beautiful day...

She is wearing a chemese, and a bodice, showing off cleavage she never knew she had before, her skirts are in lovely colours of greens, and a dagger in her bodice... she has wandered through the area, expecting to meet her lover, her Master, her Sir... all she knows is He will be here, and will be surprising her... this is setting... and it's beautiful, the smells of food, and drink, incense, and perfumes are all around her, and she feels beautiful... is it her imagination, or is she really turning heads?

The sun is starting to dip in the sky, and she knows that her Master will be here soon... he will be showing her where they will be camping after all... and she's heard that the parties are wild in some camps...

The sounds of music, and drums fills the air, and all of a sudden, from behind her, and familiar voice whispers in her ear: "aye, me pretty, ye be comming wit me, without making any sound, or ye be feelin' me dagger in ye're gullet... or me flogger across ye're back side..."

It's Him, and she allows the fantasy to over take her, as he reaches around her head, to put on a blindfold, taking away from her, her sight, and then attaches steel shackles to her wrists, and feet...

She has been captured by a bloodthirsty pirate... she told her self she would struggle, but once there, she couldn't bring herself to... it's all play... right?

He leads her on a winding path, she can feel they are going in circles, but he guides her to her prison, and as they walk, her senses are violated by the sounds and smells... the singing, and drums, and the smells of food roasting on fires... the smell of a roaring fire, and the heat it produces...

They are there... at least... they stopped... and He grabs her by the back of the hair, and speaks into her ear "kneel, wench." His warm hand barely touching the back of her neck, as he guides her blinded self down to the ground...

He then takes off her blindfold, and she sees it is dark out, and she is in an enclosed camp, surounded by the faces of people iin the light of a roaring fire... they are not alone, and people are watching...

He reaches for her bodice to remove it, and she pulls away, out of a fear of being exposed in front of so many... but he firmly grabs her by her hair, and demands her to submit, and without knowing why, she feels obligated to do so... somehow... safe... even with the people watching... safe...

He unlaces her bodice, and removes it, and unties her chemice, allowing the neck of it to expand and drop over her shoulders, revealing her breasts to all to see...

"Not so bad" she thinks to herself, she's mostly covered after all, but then... then, he tells her "stand, ye wretchid wench... stand that I may get a good look at ye" and so she does... guided up by his hand under her chin... as she stands, she realizes that her chemice is falling from around her hips, taking her skirts with it... he ordered her to not wear underwear, and so the fear begins to take her once more... the faces she saw in the fire light... they can see her, completly exposed, the cold night air wafting around her, freezing the front of her body, while the fire behind her is warming her back side... and then she hears it... the low thrum of the beating drums... slow at first... like a beating heart... first one drum... followed by a second, deep rythmic sound, shaking the very air... then another, higher pitched, a faster rhythm, but still primal, and still in time with the deeper drums.... and more begin to sound... as she stands naked for all to see, her Master behind her, proud of her beautiful body, her long, silky flowing hair... his warm hand flows down her bare sides, sending chills up her spine, his finger nails running down her back... his wandering hands tracing her curves, finding the white path between her brests, his warm fingers fondling the rosie globes upon each breast...

He then takes her clothes from in front of her, and walks her to a pile of furs on the ground near the flames, and whispers into her ear "kneel."

Such a simple command, and so easy to follow, she welcomes it, and kneels down for him, her head bowed, and her ankles crossed in a submissive fashion, he uncuffs her hands from behind her, and cuffs them together at her stomach.

"You pulled away from me, you wench, when I tried to take your bodice. Are you not MY property to do with as I please?"

"yes Sir"... her only response.

"And why did you pull away?"

"no excuse Sir" she says, knowing that no excuse would help her now...

"What is your desire, wench?" he asks...

"whatever pleases You sir" she responds...

she has lost herself in the atmosphere... the smells.... the sights... the sounds...

And so he begins... though would it still be a punishment to flogg her?

He spins the flogger, and she can hear it's spin, and feel the wind of it upon her bare back, but it doesn't strike her, and then, she feels his hand touch her back, and she jumps, expecting the bite of her punishment.

He does this again... the spin, the sounds, the wind, and his hand...

Several more times, and she is about to scream, she wants the flogger so desperately, she thinks if she can lean back into it, He may not notice, and strike her with it.. but, He does, and He doesn't connect... just the warm gentle touch of His hand...

Finally, she loses hope... her punishment must be this... to suffer this way...

Then it happens... contact...

His flogger is accurate... first felt lightly, and then stronger, warming... nay, burning her back, like a sunburn, and then *SNAP* it hits a bit harder... then the burning again, followed by another *SNAP*

She moans in pain, and pleasure all at once, not knowing how much she can take...

He then stops, and his warm hands begin to run over her heated, sensitive back, and down her legs, back up, gently scratching with his nails, the freshly heated, freshly flogged skin, and she screams out... she didn't mean to, but she could not help herself...

Finally, she feels a wetness all along her back, as he takes a cold wet cloth to her back, and down her sides.... the cold on her sides sends her body into spasms, and she feels like she may scream again...

Finally, the drums begin to die down... she is exhausted, but he makes her stand for him anyway, and in all of her nakedness, she sees all the eyes that were watching her, but more importantly, she sees her Master, a look of pride on His face... pride in her.

He thanks the drummers, and tells her to thank them as well... she does. He then tells her to thank the audiance, but he tells her "tell the audiance thank you for watching you, for you are a little slut"

she looks out at the amused faces and says "Thank You for watching me, for i am a little slut", bows, and faces her Master again.

He then takes her by the arm, and leads her across the encampment, for all to see her in her naked glory, as they make their way... the long way... to their pavilion, the flap of the pavilion closing behind them...

The last sound heard is Master's little one, as she shouts out "YARRRGGHHH!!!" from inside he tent!


Yes... Ren Faires, and SCA, and historical reenactments... what a wonderful excuse to get all dressed up, and play...